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| A Sign of the Acceptance of Life.; (Dr. McCoy, sir) | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 19 2012, 09:20 PM (289 Views) | |
| Artie | Jul 19 2012, 09:20 PM Post #1 |
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May 24th At the same time as the battle The battle had begun, and the sounds that surrounded the young Neonate Nat'ren were terrible. Not just battle but the transformation, painful and terrified. He thought that as a skrull these noises shouldn't bother him, because it was just what happened when the world went to hell. People died during battle. More people would die when the war happened. But he really was just a little boy, and the X-Men, they told him that little boys shouldn't have to fight. That they should be allowed to be kids. It was strange that this race, so put upon, so violently attacked at all times put an emphasis on giving the children a chance to be children. Didn't they know that the children would always have to fight? Wasn't it smarter to train them to be soldiers the minute they were old enough to comprehend the orders? He had to admit though, he liked when they had recess. They played games on the lawn, or simply ran around until they were exhausted. It was something his sect had never been allowed. There were two hundred and three neonates born in the birthing parcel that he had been born in, and not one of them had ever collapsed in laughter because someone made a fart joke in the middle of math class and not one of them had ever drawn a picture in macaroni noodles covered in glitter and poster paint. If he ever went home, if he was ever put back into the neonate parcels by the nurse-soldiers, he would try and teach the others these things. Maybe how to play transformers. He liked transformers a lot. The fighting though... and the fact that the X-Men were transforming into Brood though, well, it wasn't looking good that anyone was going to survive. People forgot that Nat'ren was staying in the infirmary, in the backroom, so they often came to talk to Dr McCoy while he worked. Because of this Nat'ren knew that Danger was going to kill them all if they weren't cured, and tear the Savage Land back to the foundations. He expected that to happen. There was no way to cure the Brood Infection without de-volving... and it was too late for that. "Dr. McCoy," Nat'ren said, as the noises and the wrenching of flesh, bone and body grew louder and closer, "Are you guys going to survive this?" No question about him. He already knew his answer. |
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| Beast | Jul 19 2012, 11:36 PM Post #2 |
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The battle had begun, he could feel it, he could feel the change coming more and more with each passing moment as he continued to work urgently towards their salvation from this. While his mind was linked with the neural network, he did not want to chance losing himself to the physical transformation. He was not certain he would still have the dexterity to work if he had. Sure enough signs were showing outwardly as well as inwardly as he worked. The Savage Land, present moment excluded had become something that he considered not as savage as the name implied, instead it was on its way to being a true Utopia for the X-men who had taken their leave from the United States in the wake of their home's destruction. It became their home, and less than year after the loss of one, they were faced with the possibility of losing another. Home. It was something worth defending. Not the brick and mortar that built it, not the art that decorated the halls, but what it truly held within it's doors. Memories, bonds, family. That is what they were out defending today, and that triad is what he also wished to preserve with his own work. "Yes, Nat'ren." Hank replied, turning his head barely to the boy with a smile. It still carried the good doctor's warmth, despite his left eye was beginning to change into something far more insect like. "We will survive. I - hrrk." Hank jerked and one hand quickly held his other arm as a pain went through it. His right hand was beginning to change structure entirely. He took a deep breath to calm himself, focus on the cure, not the transformation, focus. "Have faith." He finished what he was saying before the transformation's interruption. He tapped with the clawed fingers of his left hand, forgoing the use of his mutated right hand. "Almost there." Hank muttered. "Nat'ren, that metal case that's on that desk over there...open it." Hank asked softly. "There should be two containers, and a metal needle that will attach to the smaller of the two." Beast began to explain what he wished for the boy to do. "Place the larger of the two containers into this slot, it will then fill with the serum for the cure." Hank explained. "Then we'll repeat with the smaller one. Can you do that for me?" |
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| Artie | Jul 20 2012, 01:23 AM Post #3 |
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The boy's strange wide eyes got wider and stranger as he stared at the Doctor, who was wincing, and clamping his hand beneath his arm. "Is it happening?" he gasped, "Is it? The Old Guys they remember from the Bad Times and they said that it hurt, that the Broodening hurt." The Doctor gave him orders rather than answer, and he struggled to do what he said, "I think I did it right..." He looked fearfully at the furry blue man, "Doctor?" “Good boy.” Hank said before a heavy cough before another attack on his system, he continued to resist it, having a feeling that it would be much easier to just let it happen, but he couldn’t, not until everything was finished. His vision then began to blur for a moment before refocusing. “When I say, hit that glowing green button.” Hank muttered, opening his eyes, both of which were more and more brood like than before. The mutating doctor feeling much like Jekyll fighting off Hyde, input the command key that began the mixing process. A status bar went from empty to all white in a few seconds. “Now.” He ordered in a rasp as he stood from his chair, turning away from the boy, wheezing more. His right hand became visible as he braced himself, it was even further clawed, and heavily armored. Hank did not want to admit it and frighten the boy, but the change was coming sooner than he prayed for. Nat'ten had never seen anything like this, ever. The Old Guys knew it from rcial memory, not from having seen it. No one had ever see this. The Doctor was struggling but he was still able to do his work. Nat'ren pushed the green button, but his eyes never left McCoy. "I did it, Doctor." Bright blue liquid began to fill the large container, until it was full. From his hunched position he nodded. He cast a sidelong look at the screen, tired, weakening. “Just need to…” Hank spoke, voice growing hoarse. His face was partially covered with exoskeleton breaking through his skin. The clawed hand tapped another key and then the smaller container filled up with the same liquid…no, it was different, concentrated, purified several times over. “Good…good.” The doctor said weakly before slumping away from the desk and computer, falling to his hands and knees. “Rrrghhh.” He groaned, holding his sides under the white lab coat that began to stretch as his body grew and changed. “Nat’ren!” Hank said loudly. “Take the smaller one and the needle, it’s made of adamantium, it can pierce the Queen’s exoskeleton…take it to-“ A growl came from his lips, spikes erupted along the Beast’s back. “Cyclops, run to Cyclops.” The little boy froze at the sight, the rippling of new muscles beneath McCoy's skin, the new broodling born from the old beast. Spikes exploded from beneath the lab coat and the growl that sounded from his changing throat made Nat'ren's blood run cold. They were the boogeyman, the brood, the creatures of nightmares who the Nurse-Soldiers told the neonates would eat them from the inside out and leave only the husk of their skins. He snatched up the cure vials and gasped, "I don't know where he is!" It was painful, he wasn’t sure if he had anything to compare it too. It was a rush as well, this transformation. Endorphins activating within the brain to compensate for the painful sensations, however it was not over yet. His skin ripped through, midnight blue armored skin coming from it. He turned to Nat’ren, dazed, not comprehending the boys words in mid transformation as the tail with stinger erupted . “Rrrruuunnnn!” He roared. He did not mean it to come out that way. The double layer of teeth elongated, shoulder bones snapped, widening the frame of the enlarged broodling. A breath escaped the maw of the creature, sounding almost like a hiss as he stared at the alien child still growing accustomed to the new form. What was left of Hank McCoy’s furry appearance was gone, and in its place stood a insect like creature with intimidating bulk that threatened to rip through the mutant’s clothing. And run he did. Nat'ren, who was small for his species and who had thought that he was brave enough for this job, suddenly when confronted with the true depth of this monstrosity, realized that he wasn't. He shot off, feeling ashamed, and horrified, and certain that he was going to be chomped in half at every step. He had to find Mr. Scott... he had to! The boy ran…good. He’d get to Scott faster than he could. The beastly broodling took deep breaths, sorting his thoughts out making sure he still had his true composure even with the transformation. Then he worried if he frightened the boy with his actions during the transformation. Nothing could be done about it now, he would have to make it up to Nat’ren later when the lived through this. The hulking body moved within the confines of the lab, which seemed much smaller. Carefully his clawed hands pulled the larger container that contained the cure, moving it to the dispenser unit that released it at the top of Utopia into the air itself. He pushed it in and initiated the machine. The LCD operations screen then flashed. “Oh no…” Hank muttered. Air dispersion progress… Warming up. Estimated time: Unknown |
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