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By a series of Violent Shocks; Rescuers and Skrullos captives
Topic Started: Jul 29 2012, 10:19 PM (1,826 Views)
Max_Coleridge
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Darkforce Manipulation, Teleportation
May 26

Skrullos was a twisted world of nonsense, where the people of Earth soon learned that their laws of nature rarely held true. The sky over Skrullos held no glittering stars, only islands of floating rock dotting the vast grey expanse, along with inexplicable bands and swirls of colors. There were places that were literally cliffs that dropped down into nothing. Or perhaps you would rise on an invisible updraft of gravity, if you were foolish enough, or perhaps brave enough, to walk past the edge.

These wild lands of unpredictability were where the escapees had been driven to with the Skrullos army gaining ground every moment. The Earthers had glorious victories early on when they had taken the skrulls by surprise, but now it was a war of attrition. For every skrull soldier that fell, ten more took its place. For every human dead, the load carried by the others was more keenly felt as it bore down on their weary shoulders.


It was said, amongst the worker sects, that the earthers who had escaped had done so with the help of ghosts and freaks. The Old Ones who were the keepers of the stories, and the histories said this was abomination, and a sign of Skrull Superiority, for all skrull were exactly what they needed to be, always. Those who were not were not able to hide themselves away in the rank and file until it was time to unleash horrible deformaties. Yes, these creatures who now hid in the wilds were monsters, and the working sects were instructed to kill them on sight.

Outside of Skrullos, in the Other Phase world that was about to be theirs, the Queen's best and brightest had managed to conquer the pitiful primates with a skill only managed by those who He loved, He, the One who Made Them. Infiltration, Manipulation, Complacency... Oh, how Veranke, the heretic queen, had done all she promised. All hail to her and those she had chosen to act as her soldiers.

It was on this day, less than a week after occupation was revealed, that a small flank of manuals were working to repair a wall damaged by the misshapen and maladjusted primates who lashed out against captivity like fish against a net, flopping about impotently. Some of the workers carried weapons because though the little rebellion would ultimately fail, no one wanted to die because they were foolishly unprepared.

"Brenkth, L'Grizta, move those blocks quicker," shouted the Overseer, "I can have prisoners who work faster than you. Perhaps you'd like to take their place? The Queen orders us to work, we work!"


As the prisoners bent back to their work, they paused, struck dumb at what they saw; in the distance, a void of darkness suddenly opened. Out of the void flowed a wave of absolute darkness, it had no weight or pressure but it flooded the workers close to it and blinded them to what was coming next - explosions, blades, waves of destructive energy poured through the portal obliterating everything in its path.


The Overseer rose his head and smiled as the dark void opened in the distance. "Ghosts and abominations," he smirked, and the manuals who had been there to rebuild a wall that was really of no importance raised their weapons and cast of the low sect markings, revealing themselves to be soldiers, decoys to draw the primates to them. "Warriors, for SKRULLOS!" shouted the Overseer, who was, of course a general, "Show these primates who..."

He said nothing more, because a blade suddenly sank into his throat, severing vocal cords, and windpipe in one lucky swish. The Overseer fell, and as the darkness, the explosions, the energies swept over the small flank that had expected an entirely different rebellion altogether, a slender figure bent on black leather clad knees to pluck the blade from the Overseer's throat, slightly too bright blue eyes meeting the skrulls oddly colored ones.

"Hello," Longshot smiled, prettily, heedless of the destruction reigning around him, and he said, "You have friends of mine here. I'd very much like to know where they are." The Overseer choked and bubbled dark green blood. Longshot shushed him, "Shh shh, miserable creature. I know you can't talk now. Concentrate on dying, you've earned it."

He placed his three fingered hand splayed on the skrulls chest, the fourth digit, his thumb hooked around the ornamentation on his uniform. Images of rebellion, of X-Men and Hellfire, Morlock and Brotherhood, fighting their way free, striking out destructively but futilely against the whole of Skrull race. Fighting all the same though. Because captivity was unacceptable. The gurgling moaning had stopped by the time the images were processed into his quick clone brain, and Longshot smiled again, "Thank you," he said, politely, "Remember He loves you. It would have been luckier though if I did."


The Shroud had honed his skills on the streets of New York, it was there he was most at home, but as he ran through the portal he had created that connected his home with this strange place, he showed that he could adapt and was a deadly opponent wherever he found himself. His boots were barely on the alien world when he stepped through another portal. He came out high in the sky and plummeted to the ground.

At the call of danger, hidden forces threw aside their concealment and took to the air on skycycles. They spread like an angry swarm above the battlefield; wicked bolts of energy raining down on the rescuers from the rear-gunners.

The Shroud dove through another portal feet first, slamming into one of the gunners with a satisfying crunch as the creature's spine snapped. "White Queen," he called as he kicked the back of the driver's head, sending its face splattering into the cycle's controls. "Let me know when you've located Sage." He stepped off the back of the doomed cycled as it spun out of control and crashed into another two cycles, creating a domino chain of carnage. The Shroud hit the button that opened a channel to all of their forces. "Let me know if any of you find out where they are," he told them as he fell past a nearby cycle but managed to grab hold of the underside; his sudden weight to one side making the machine sudden list dangerously out of control.


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She may have been taken down a notch, but after a few days of easy-taking and The Good Doctor's ministrations, Callisto'd found her level again. It was rough going, life on the move in hostile country. She'd never been a soldier. Legends ran throughout the tunnels that she'd once been a revolutionary in some far flung country south of the equator, but that was all just bullshit myth that she let float around to keep would-be 'tards from getting frisky about just who was in charge.

But now, like it or not, a soldier was just what she'd become. Guerilla tactics were her cream'a'wheat and she knew it. This was just like knockin' heads with Moloids or Sugarman's creepy crawlies, just on a bigger scale, and with more at stake.

And they'd been doing good too. Those first days they'd given the Skrull a good swift kick in the gut, but now it was getting hairy. The more prisoners they liberated, the more they had to hide. The more dirt they kicked up, the harder hiding began. There was a sudden camraderie though, a lack of the division so present on Earth. Rich or poor. Black, white, human, mutant. That all ceased to matter here, and she found herself wondering if that'd all keep once they got back, if they got back. There were no lines here but the one cutting between Skrull and Earther. It was a damn beautiful thing if you stopped to think about it.

Of course, in times like these, who had that kind of time?

The only thing Callisto was thinking about right now was just how fucked they really were. They were the away team, and the Skrulls had homefield advantage. At this point it was a hold out, tons of hit and run, and they weren't getting away scott free. People were gone, people who'd never see blue skies or green grass again. It was puttin' on hopeless and she knew it, but nobody ever got nowhere by stoppin'.

Recon pull was bullshit, but they had nothing if not manpower. The Skrull had kidnapped a healthy chunk of Earth's people, and so shifts were assigned. With their own hidden camp not far off, Callisto had suggested a move. Before they could do that, they had to stalk about a bit. Make sure they didn't migrate dead into an ambush.

She and a clod of others snuck along. Some had been soldiers in a past life. Others had just been people in the wrong place at the wrong time. A Mutant from some small town out in Ohio was helping, working with others with similar powers to keep them concealed as they slowly wormed there way towards the construction site.

It was a nice target, too, if they could take it. All dopey little workers save for the token security force. Skrulls apparently hadn't learned their lessons. They'd move in, axe the lot, take their fuel and weapons and vehicles and move on to some other brief respite hidden away on this hell-hole of a rock.

Once everyone was in position, she tapped a frequency code into the gauntlet of her stolen Skrull armor and spoke hushedly into it. "We move in ten... nine... eight... seven..."

And then there was a crack, a flash, and a flare. The Rat Queen clenched shut her eyes, flinching, fearful of being caught in another blinding, deafening blast, but the searing never came. When she looked up again, Her jaw dropped.

The Cavalry had arrived.

"Go!"

The extra cloaking dropped from them all alongside the disguises of the workers, revealed then to be of Skrulls' Warriors-Elite. The mechanized portion of the industry moved in, tanks priming, skycycles whirring into the air.

Her eagle-sharp vision trained on the center of the mobilizing Skrull throng. She recognized the man on top of the dying creature.

"...Hellfire. Fuck me sideways." She said, breaking into a run as tendrils of light erupted from the refractors lining her arms.

"Y'all're done now, you soft ass son'bitches!" She shouted, those writhing snakes of light ripping sharpened shrapnel from the bandolier around her shoulder, flinging a voley into a group of them as she let out a high pitched whine of a whistle.

With Skrullos' odd atmosphere, with its nonsensical properties, that whistle would carry abnormally far. The keenest ears amongst the refugees would pick it up, and they'd know what it meant.

It was a rally cry.
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Alix
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When she'd left the cell, she'd been a mess. A shattered, broken remnant of her mental prowess when she'd gone as long as she had without it. Time had meant nothing and for all her skill, it'd always been understood that her abilities owned her. Taking them away had been a heavy blow that had driven her just a little out of sorts. It'd taken news-- news that she still really hadn't come to terms with-- to shake her into a forced level of regaining control. She had to, for the sake of everything. People relied on her and most of all-- revenge had to be had. Somehow, someway, they had to make it away from this strange world. She may've spiraled deeper into something that had long ago passed by.

She focused on the refugees. In some instances, she was the anesthetic. In others, she held things together with the use of telekinesis. There'd even been instances where she'd gone on rescues into the prison and helped in the sorts of ways that only she could manage.

Even when she wasn't doing these things, the Doctor's request to keep telepathic sentry had become everything and every moment she wasn't directly helping, she relayed information between anyone that needed it. The refugees-- with the people who were injured, broken, or otherwise unable to fight-- connected to the sentries, scouts, attack teams, and anything else that was necessary.

It was a tiring job, but one that quickly pulled her back up to par with her abilities and restored the sort of purpose that had always been what kept her from teetering too far into a questionable state of mind. This moment, Callisto's squad was the primary focus. Her eyes stayed closed despite the charged scene that unfolded before her mind.

::Doctor, did you hear that whistle? It's Callisto. And..:: She paused and her brows furrowed considerably in marked consideration towards figuring the facts before focusing again onto the leaders in the group. She spoke again, and this time there was a marked level of wonder to her voice.

::There's--:: She stole a glance towards the refugees in what was obvious surprise and sudden hope. ::There's a rescue. And a battle. Our help is needed.::

Her attention quickly turned back towards the direction she'd traced them to and, to the minds her own could easily communicate with, in the rescue party she spoke calmly and simply.

::Hello, This is Alix. I'll spare the formalities and simply send each of you an understanding of the refugee's location and an estimation of the numbers we're facing. There's a great number of us, some of which are not able to fight. I can help coordinate from here.:: With that, the line was open between the rescuers and the refugees.
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Splashing himself with a handful of water, Jimmy rubbed the cool liquid in his face to try and wake himself up. He had just come in from patrol and desperately wanted to sleep, but there was still too much that needed to be done. Supplies to check, weapons to inspect, plans to be made. As one of the de facto leaders of the resistance, less and less time seemed allotted to him to sleep or even rest for just a while. But Jimmy always made time for patrols, because that was always a good chance to kill a Skrull. Many had fallen to his knives. He had lost track of the actual number but it would be fast approaching around fifty in the eight months that he had been trapped on Skrullos.

It had been a tough time, especially the long months alone when he had scrounged and struggled to survive. The past ten days had been invigorating, as he had been able to link up with others trapped on Skrullos. With the aid of Dr. Strange and his bag of magical tricks, they had been able to wreak havok on the Skrull planet. The noose was tightening though and they were starting to run out of real estate. There were just so many Skrulls, and with their party growing bigger it was getting harder and harder to stay hidden.

Tired as he was Warpath's superpowered senses still felt the tremors of far off explosions. He cocked his head to the side, trying to make out where they were coming from. Callisto was supposed to be leading a patrol out that way, and he desperately hoped they weren't under attack. His fears seemed to be confirmed when he heard the shrill call of the whistle that Callisto wore, enchanted by Dr. Strange's magic it would be heard from large distances away and it was a signal to bring aid, and to bring it fast.

Dashing away from the small stream that he had been kneeling by, James jogged through the main camp that housed most of the rebels. "All right people, we've got a whistle blow!" He thundered. "I need a combat team and I need it now. Flyers get in the air and get there fast, if they are in trouble we are going to need some air support. Ground troops, load up on some transports and stay sharp. I don't know what we are getting ourselves into but for that old one eyed sewer rat to blow the whistle I'm guessing it isn't going to be pretty."

Hopping up on a transport that some non-mutant fighters were piloting, Jimmy held on tight as they pealed out of the clearing towards the explosions, which were now audible to normal hearing. Perched on the top of the transport, James squinted into the distance trying to ascertain what exactly was happening. Alix's psychic message rang through his mind, letting him know exactly what was taking place. He shouted over the hum of the engines to the resistance fighters, "Woohoo, boys! We got us a rescue party. But they still must have ran into something ugly. Let's pour it onto them and let them evacuate the wounded back at camp."

As they neared the site of the carnage, the gun turrets were manned and he jumped off with a cheery wave and a "give 'em hell, boys". Renewed with the possibility of rescue and getting off of this godforsaken planet Warpath dashed across the front lines, barreling his way into the enemy, knives flashing, as the battle lust took him over.
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Rho
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Dontae had lost all track of time since he'd been captured; sure his body had grown accustomed to the strange day-night cycle of the seemingly Godforsaken Skrullos, but he had absolutely no idea how long they'd been gone in Earth time, or if time was even similar enough for it to matter. He told himself he'd stop worrying about things like that, but every single day he thought of his friends, the people he considered family, and most important of all Noriko. And things just added on from there, so there was no helping it.

He'd also been losing sleep; he thought it was because of the sleeping arrangements. Namely a vaguely bed shaped collection of "rock" looking things that were sort of spongy. He swore up and down that they whispered dark things in his sleep and were trying to influence his dreams. He'd stop trying to convince people after the fourth person laughed at him full on and just sucked it up. But a mischievous grin found it's way onto his face when one of the people who laughed at him had come around the fire and talked about doing horrible things to penguins with a croquet mallet.

He probably didn't find the little spongy rocks Rho had left by his sleeping pad. He'd finally gotten a good bit of sleep after a lengthy patrol turned rescue a few days back; after that he'd been on aerial recon for what felt like ever until everyone was sure their position was safe. He was having a really nice dream too when a shrill whistle combined with the normal sounds of camp escalating; the main thing that stood out was Jimmy's voice getting closer. Rho sat bolt upright and looked around in confusion.

"Wha, what'shappenin?" He was still rubbing the sleep from his eyes when one of the guys going on the combat mission gave him the rundown. The sleep left his system in a manner of second and he stood to his feet, primed and ready to go. He saw a transport zooming off towards the battle, a familiar, incredibly large figure sitting on the top.

He ran after it before his feet left the ground and he easily caught up. "Hey, Jimmy!! Bet I get more than you!!" He gave his friend a lazy salute before speeding ahead of the transport and kicking up no small amount of dust in his wake. When he was free and clear of the transports carrying his friends, he put on the speed and arced upward. When he arrived at the battle already in progress, he flew down and crushed his way through one of the tanks, causing an explosion that took out everything surrounding it. "Let's do this!!"
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As glad as Laurie was to be out of the Skrull prison, out in the wilds of the strange planet was no real tea party either. Out here, they had to fight to survive, which meant scrounging for supplies, and taking care of any Skrulls that happened across their paths. On Skrullos, they were felons; outlaws, pirates, pillagers, and every other word that could be used to describe criminals. But they considered themselves refugees who were trying to escape this ghastly, unfamiliar place and get home to their loved ones. Either way you twist it, life was no walk in the park.

Laurie had been injured the day that the captives had been rescued by Dr. Strange and Warpath, while on the supply run. She'd still been a little bit disoriented after not using her power for so long; she was a little more sensitive to the pheromones and emotions around her, but her reflex time had gone down. She'd been halfway to the rendezvous point when a Skrull, whose pheromones she didn't catch on to until a millisecond too late, fired at her with one of the laser gun contraptions she'd used in the battle in the prison. Luckily, he had dreadful aim and the laser just grazed the side of her thigh, but it was strong enough to give her a very nasty burn, and rip off a fair amount of flesh.

Luckily, they'd gathered medical supplies enough to take care of it, as well as the others who had been injured in the breakout. Cleaning it had been the most painful thing she'd ever experienced that she could remember clearly, but once the ointment was applied and the bandage was secured, the searing pain slowly turned into a sharp near-constant sting that she could push aside. Walking on it was a struggle, but Laurie never liked to sit around and be useless, even when she was injured. The only thing that strengthened her enough to push through the pain was the thought of Josh - that if she could power through this injury, that if she could continue fighting and doing her part to make it home, she could see him again. Words couldn't describe how much she missed him - his eyes, his smile, his touch, his awful jokes and cheesy romantic tendencies. She just knew that the moment her eyes met his again, she would latch onto him and refuse to let him go for as long as humanly possible.

The blonde had been lost in thought as she was getting her wound checked when Warpath's booming voice brought her back to reality, and her mind re-focused on the pain - though less intense than it had been originally as it healed, it was itchy as all hell and still stung enough to distract her from focusing on any one task at a time. According to Warpath, a whistle had been blown, and the cavalry was being called in. Any other time, Laurie would have hopped on a transport without thinking, but the medical team forced her back down when she tried - they were still checking her wound, and even if she was okay enough to walk short distances, that didn't clear her for battle. What if she was injured a second time? What if this, what if that. She tried again, but her small frame was overpowered.

"Damn it," she cursed to herself as she was held down on the table as they continued to poke and prod at her still-throbbing burn and exposed raw skin, wincing every once in a while as they did so. At that point, Alix's telepathy broke into her mind and informed her - informed everyone - that they weren't alone anymore. There was a rescue team at the site of the battle. Immediately she felt hope, even more than she'd had during the breakout from the prisons, swell within her. Again, she tried to force her way out of the hands of the medics. They continued to hold her down, aware that the only thing that was giving her this kind of strength was pure adrenaline and hope. Once that dissipated, the pain would return, and could likely incapacitate her on the battle field. Not to mention that being out on the battle field could very likely generate infection in her still open wound. That was unacceptable to the medics, but Laurie couldn't have cared less.

Out of the corner of her eye, the blonde saw Rho prepare to zoom off to battle. As much as she wanted to join him, she was being held in place as the now exasperated medical team went back to taking care of her wound. "Take some down for me!" she called out to him as he began to fly off, without any idea if he'd heard her. Without the clearance to go into battle, the only thing Laurie could do was glare at the faces holding her back and hope that everything worked in the favor of the refugees, so she could finally get back home to the people she cared about.
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Stephen Strange no longer suffered the weaknesses of being without physical body. His holy trinity of Agamotto, Hoggoth and of course, the Lady of the Skies, Omnipotent Oshtur, had blessed their humble servant, with strength of spirit. He was, still, a ghostly pale blue shade of a man, but a man he was, and a sorcerer. Of course, his powers had stemmed from the golden yellow gem that he had worn at his throat for so long that they had changed his very physical make up. For so long he had used the gem, and allowed the words to come from him without understanding that they did not come from a mind slightly mad by what it was its master had become. Now, he understood, his twists and turns of quantum mechanics that he believed to mimic magic, were in their own way truly magic, for who was to say that enchantment and science was not hand in hand.

As the whistle was sound, followed by the telepathic summons of the girl Alix, Strange rose from where he had been checking on one of the injured. Just because he was unable to be the arrogant but brilliant neurosurgeon he once was, the damage to his hands did not extend to his mind. He still was a medical genius and he still was a doctor. There was a rescue attempt beginning now? Is that what was happening? After being trapped here for so long, he had almost given up hope that life was ever going to go back to what it was. Maybe he was to stay here. Maybe this was what life would forever be.

But help had arrived, apparently, and Strange rose from his crouch beside his patient. He rose to his feet, and then his feet left the ground, folding under him into lotus position, cape that was merely a manifestation of his self image blowing in wind that did not exist. Extending his hands as people charged towards the site of battle, he intoned a spell of strength.

May the light of the Vishanti shine
upon these rebels -- and may the
omnipotent Oshtur grant them wisdom
and strength!


And, those who fought to save the lives of so many, Mutant, Human, Man, Woman, Child...

All would find their strength greater.

None would be tricked or trapped by Skrull deviousness.

They were fighting for their very lives, and Strange's spell would make it far more easily won.
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As far as Jason was concerned, theatrics were a necessary component in this operation. There was never enough to say about the element of surprise, and though it might have been sufficient for the Hellfire Club to simply not have bothered being inconvenienced with the Skrull’s whole mind-controlling plot, they did manage to take things to a new level of the unexpected by locating a way into Skrullos and hitting them where they least expected it-on their home turf.

This was precisely why he grinned when Max created a swirling portal of inky blackness. It was the shock…the theatrics and the showmanship that would startle and stun the natives long enough to do what they needed to do. And Jason absolutely loved putting on a good show.

Armed with a tailor made technology from King Forge, Jason stepped through the portal and stayed to the back as a variety of weapons were fired through the portal-including a barrage of razor sharp knives that Jason was guessing had flown from the fingertips of Longshot.

At Jason’s command countless tiny particles flew forth, swirling around one another and working through a program that had already been set in place. They were miniature mirrors and hard-light projectors-working together to cast intricate and in this case tangible illusions to replace the powers that Jason had discovered in his research were unfortunately useless against the Skrull.

Images began to appear out of the blackness, hard-light illustrations that were in all ways as real and believable as any illusion Jason had ever conjured. Pulling a gun out of his jacket for his own personal protection he watched as a tank came rumbling out of the smoky mists, followed by other armored vehicles and countless marching troops. Were it up to him he would have found a way to free the captives and somehow manage to not be seen…but since that wasn’t one of their alternatives he thought a shocking amount of attention was in order.

The projecting dust particles worked together to fire the tank and create a resulting explosion on the horizon. Jason grinned. “Impressive,” he said under his breath to King Forge. It wasn’t the first time that his King had astounded him with his mechanical genius, and secretly he hoped it would not be the last. Granted Jason had lent a hand in brainstorming this particular idea…but he would have never been able to make the vision come to life.

And then, following King Shroud’s lead, Jason took his pistol and trained it on one of the gunners who was sitting up and preparing to flank Max from the side. Squeezing the trigger he saw the green creature’s head rock back twice with the impacts and then watched it crumple lifelessly as Max leaped recklessly leaped onto a cycle and sent it out of control.

Jason slid the sleeve of his shirt back, revealing a metallic armband that covered half of his forearm. He tapped it a couple of times and the troops began to divide, angling outward in different directions and pushing the Skrull forces toward a central location. Pulling his sleeve back down Jason looked over at Moses as he stepped through. “Bishop,” he said with a tight smile. He looked back out at the bleak and dreary landscape, pointing at several natural rock formations with his revolver. “There. That looks like a good location to corral our hosts,” he said. Glancing back at the Black Bishop he raised a brow in silent inquiry.
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Now they were all here, Betsy could feel an undeniable amount of rage broiling deep within her as she stood with the rest of Hellfire, staring at the scene on this alien landscape. Skrullos was an ugly world of a people grown even uglier. It barely felt natural to her and the telepath wanted nothing more than to get everyone off of this dirty rock and return them to their rightful places, sealing the way shut behind them, preferably after staring a very large fire.

While she had been working to ensure the Black King returned to them, she had just about been able to push aside thoughts of what happened in England to the side, instead focusing on his discovery and rescue. After that, it had been a case of concentrating on their efforts regarding the information they had found within the systems at the prison. But now that they were here…The White Queen was fighting to bottle up all the fury she was feeling towards these creatures and remembering that they still had people out there and other mutants besides, was what was enabling her to keep a lid on things. Just.

"White Queen…Let me know when you've located Sage."

“On it,” Psylocke responded to the Shroud, pushing out with her telepathy. Searching for someone here was relatively easier; the skrulls left voids where her psychic abilities could not penetrate and as such, it was more like looking for a particular marble in a bag rather than searching for a pebble on a beach. She was armed to compensate for her lack of ability against the green skinned creatures, but that was not her current priority and as she reached out, the purple haired telepath almost immediately met with another like her, as she searched for the Black Queen.

::I hear you, Alix. This is the White Queen of the Hellfire Club. We shall be with you as soon as possible. Don’t worry, we’re very capable to fight these monsters.::

Drawing back for a second, her mind went more privately to Sage. ::Tessa? Don’t go having too much fun with these bastards without us. Max will be with you in seconds…::

Alix had relayed the information already to all of the rescue party, but there was no harm emphasising and adding her own spin on the situation. “Max, we have a large number of people here, some very young, some civilians and generally, it’s a wonderfully ragtag group of people we’re dealing with here. I can strengthen the link with the other telepath to open things up…Tessa is right there with them.”

Really, what the White Queen wanted was to make mincemeat out of a few of these things and to teach them a lesson that their kind was not to be treated with less regard than cattle, controlled like animals. The modified guns she carried with her were deadly, but her knuckles tensed under the reinforced plates of her gloves that completed her armour. Sometimes it was hard not to make things a little more personal. But the thought of her friend there, the White Knight and indeed all the others stayed her hand for the time being, as the last thing that was needed was for her to go running off half-cocked and landing herself in trouble.
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“Aw hell yeah,” Guido said as he stood up. For some reason he felt better than he ever had. They had all seen the ominous black cloud in the distance and knew that the cavalry had somehow managed to arrive. Many of them had seen the flashes of light and watched as the battle began without them. They’d all managed to get ready for action with uncanny speed, and there wasn’t much in the way of second-guessing about what to do.

Guido and Jamie hopped aboard a transport with Proudstar, and somewhere along the line something incredible seemed to happen. It was more noticeable in Jamie by far, but even Guido had to admit that he felt stronger. No stranger to combat, he might have guessed it to be simple adrenaline…but there was something else at play here.

Something strange.

The transport lead them right to the fringe of the battle and Guido leaped off with two fists woven together. In mid-air he howled and brought the fists down like a sledgehammer on top of one of the Skrull’s head’s. Its neck collapsed with a sickening crunch and it fell to the side dead just as two others started attacking him. “You hit like gramma Carosella,” he grunted as they bludgeoned him with the butts of their guns. Kinetic energy filled his muscle-mass, giving him exponentially greater strength in the process.

With one large hand he tore the gun out of a Skrull’s hand and picked it up by its collar, bringing it up to the frightening sneer on his face and then hurling it upward with incredible force into a flying cycle overhead with what was a fairly impressive explosion. His only disappointment was the fact that he’d just passed up a perfectly good time for a one-liner.

Jamie followed Guido’s lead, surprised at how far he actually jumped when he exited the transporter. Two Skrulls came at him with weapons raised and he swept low, knocking their feet out from under them as Bishop had taught him and then stomping down hard on one of their chests he was surprised at the sickening crunch sound that he heard. He made a face, realizing that his strength had been increased somehow and in his distraction from the overhead explosion he almost didn’t see the other Skrull getting to its feet and raising a weapon over its head at Jamie.

“Duck,” Guido shouted and Jamie obliged just in time to avoid getting nailed by another hurtling Skrull. They collided and tumbled some fifty yards until they lay motionless. Jamie stood up and caught the strange rifle that Guido tossed him. “Not bad…Beta,” Guido commented.

Jamie looked at him in shock that faded into realization. He didn’t bother commenting. “Let’s get out of here,” he said simply. Turning as one they headed into the thick of the mêlée.
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Siryn
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All Terry wanted was a nice hot bath and to sleep in a proper bed…No, she wanted pizza and beer and some…What? Her mind kept throwing up all the things that she desired, or at least felt like she wanted anyway. Some days she would even be happy to go back to St Elizabeths and the bloody nuns, if it meant that she could leave that place far behind. Often, she thought about her family, by blood and otherwise and sometimes it hurt too much as the guilt over her sometimes messy relationship with Sean would needle her and instead the Irish girl would retreat into wish lists about coffee and potato bread.

She had been dozing when she noticed the mood changing, like something almost palpable in the air and sitting up now fully awake, she scrambled to her feet as the telepathic message came in. Yanking on her jacket with the roughly made glider wings, Terry made a beeline for where she could see Dontae and then she saw Jimmy too, hearing the yells first. Flyers in the air? Oh like that wasn’t something she had heard before…Fucking sentinels.

“Aye and I bet I get more than you, Don!” she yelled after her friend cockily, the prospect of a rescue, no matter who the hell it was, boosting her spirits to a level more like her old self again.

Taking a breath, she filled her lungs and running up a large pile of rocks, she jumped into the air, a piercing scream carrying her through the air. Flying at top speed, Siryn rushed through the air almost at the speed of sound. It was always an exhilarating sensation to fly at such speeds and now, there was the added promise of freedom…it was the best feeling in the world. Her ‘homemade’ glider wings didn’t give her nearly as much control and balance as the ones on her X-suit did, but they managed to bear her from the camp to the battle in one piece. Landing, she wasted no time and settling on a target, Theresa turned on her heel, sending a powerful scream through one of the tanks. It wasn’t the first time since she had escaped the jail that she had fought the skrulls and destroyed their technology but now, now the whole situation seemed brighter.

The tank shook and seemed to ripple as the sonic waves clawed at the outer armour walls. Weak spot, weak spot…there. Moving, she ducked and sent another scream, this time focusing and directing it much lower until a hole was blown right into the tank. Inhaling deeply the redhead took another breath, clearing her head, filling her lungs, then pushing all of that air back out again and into the hole she had created. The effect was almost immediate and the doors blew off and out, rocketing several feet up in the air before coming back down to earth.

Looking around, she saw Don and raised her hand at her friend. “Watch yer back?” Terry projected her voice across the way, that while was no more than around fifteen feet, was filled with the chaos of fighting.
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Tessa Ayasli
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There was a time in her life when she was young, that she was forced to survive on her own in hostile territory. With her small stature and her active mutation, Sage had been able to transverse the countryside throughout Afghanistan and avoid capture, all while taking down those she came across in the process. In many ways, Skrullos had been a similar experience, even if it was more nightmarish. Their early battles were successful. She and some of the X-men had taken down a gateway that allowed ships to cross into Earth's dimension, but in the long run, it had not mattered enough. There were many more gates and many more ships. There were even more Skrulls.

Since then, their small group of humans and mutants had struggled to survive and to evade capture. Sage had put her survival knowledge to good use, and though she had the knowledge, several of the other people in the group were more experienced than she was at using it. Many times she would take a step back and allow the others to have the final say in what was happening or what would go on, and other times she would insert her input to assure their survival and progress, as needed. But in the end, it was what it was... a small group of people that wouldn't make it much longer.

Today it was as any other day. They would send out a small recon group, this time led by Callisto, to scout the area around them and to bring back supplies. Many times she had led the group, at times she would follow. Callisto was one of people here that she had come to respect the most. She had always known that the woman was a powerful force, and perhaps that is why she had risen as a leader among the Morlocks, but the woman proved herself as a leader time and again. In this atmosphere, when everyone was forced to lean on one another, she was almost likable. The thing she had learned the most was that she wanted to be on Callisto's side when shit went bad. So while Callisto and her assigned recon group were gone, Sage had taken this time to sit down and rest near the White Knight, Harada.

Then, she heard the whistle.

"Harada, did you hear that?" Sage said, pushing herself up off of the ground and picking up a Skrull energy rifle that she had acquired. She walked a few paces towards the middle of their camp and watched as people began to react and with a nod, she turned and looked to Ken. "Time to go," she said calmly, walking with a purpose back to where she had been sitting. Tessa then picked up the single thing she had held onto all of this time... her dirty and tattered robe with the Black Queen insignia embroidered over the heart. It was hardly wearable at this point, and she mostly used it as a blanket when it was cold, but she had grown attached to it. Since time passed so slowly for her, it was a memory of where she came from.

Walking out of the camp and to where a few "acquired" Skrull skycicles had been parked, she hopped on and started it up with a touch. Several others that usually went on recon missions with her came along as well, taking the other skycicles. In a flash, they took to the air and zipped off in the direction that Callisto had gone, staying low to the ground to make it harder to spot them and harder to shoot.

She had not been driving long when she felt a familiar tug within her mind. It was a sensation that was not foreign to her, because she had communicated on many occasions in this fashion. It was Betsy.

::Betsy?:: Sage asked through the link that was established with her friend. Even through communication through telepathy, she couldn't hide her joy. Perhaps it was even more obvious, since the emotion would be everywhere. The question was rhetorical though, because of course she knew it was the White Queen. ::I am so glad that it is you,:: she said, a smile coming to her face. ::I am coming in fast on one of the Skrull's own vehicles... a flying bike. I have three others with me, including your Knight. We will try to save some for you... but no promises.::

The smile remained on her face and the wind blew through her hair as she came over the horizon and into the field of battle, immediately opening fire on the enemy vehicles. Several of them were blindsided by their attack, since it wasn't common knowledge that they had stolen the skybikes in the first place. While she attacked, her mind worked quickly and through the Skrull communicator on the skybike, she adjusted it to Hellfire's frequency.

"This is the Black Queen," Sage said through the communicator, ducking her head as a Skrull skybike exploded above her. It was a rather exhilarating feeling, to be able to say that again to those who would really know the meaning behind it. Her people had come to help her. Max had come to help her. Leaning back in the seat of the bike, she looked down to the battle below and smiled, knowing that this would be a good day. After so many bad ones, it was about time. Through the communicator she then said in good humor, "Max, you certainly know how to keep a woman waiting."
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Fracture
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Oh how he hated this fucking world. His connection to the earth or whatever this stuff was was continuing to frustrate him. Most of the time he was out patrolling around the makeshift hideout/base they had set up. He didn't like to stand still for extended periods of time on this ground, even prefering the cold feel of metal. The earth on this place was strange, not like back home so he very rarely had used it since the raid on the armory and store buildings. So while he was out he had kept those scythed bladed weapons on him as well as a blaster pistol. Resting his forearms on the handles of the scythes he stood looking around at all the people that had been amassed.

Lucian couldn't believe that these aliens, these Skrulls had captured so many people. They were from every faction and it was incredible that despite the fact that many of them had fought on many occasions, they were now all working together in order to survive. Among them were people he certainly recognized having fought at one point or another, and despite that it had been put aside for life. Even the hardened Brotherhood member of Fracture had seen the need for it. A smile crossed his lips as he walked over and grabbed a bottle of water from a table going to sit with a few people and strike up a conversation.

Though shortly into it he stopped and saw Warpath, the man that had came into the prison to help free them. Standing up immediately he saw people around him head to the transports and the vehicles. "Sorry chaps talk later," he said as he started to run feeling the ache in his knees. God he hated getting old but for now he would have to put that pain aside. Jumping up onto the side seat of a small jeep like thing he held onto the roll cage frame as he headed out of the compound. Instantly he saw the chaos they were heading into, the aliens that were amassing. All around them the rebels were tearing into the aliens.

"Well comrades let's get the fuck out of here," he said as he drew a scythed sword and with a flick of his wrist broke it into segments preparing it to kill the aliens that had created. He wanted to go home and there was nothing stopping him.
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Jubilation
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When the call to arms went out, Jubilation was right in the middle of snacking on some weird jerky made from some even weirder animal. The young woman sprang from her seated position on the ground, dusted her pants off, and tossed the half-eaten meat over her shoulder as she rushed to one of the transport vehicles. They were cool little machines like something taken from a sci-fi movie. Jubilee was not about to miss out on the action, so when James called for a combat team she instantly volunteered. “I am so ready to kick these bastards right in the collective butt cracks.” She had been waiting for this moment for a long time now. Jubilee knew that eventually their friends and family would mount a rescue operation to bring them all home safely. But she was not entirely sure if everyone would make it back. The group may have been a large one, but most of the people were just common civilians. There was the very real possibility that some of them might get caught in the crossfire while they escaped. The skrull numbers were great as Alix pointed out. “This is going to be one heck of a fight.”

Jubilee picked up one of the collapsible energy staffs and climbed onto the transport unit. The machine sprang to life and sped off toward the sounds of explosions and energy rifles. She had not expected to see who was present in the battle: the Hellfire Club. Of all the X-factions running around it had to be the snooty, self-serving rich pants to come to their aid. Jubilee was grateful for their assistance, but she had been expecting to see faces that she actually cared about, faces that she missed dearly. Oh well. Beggars can’t be choosers. Jubilee leaped from the vehicle as the staff extended, the ends glowing with bright, green energy. “Hey rhino butts!” she yelled during the descent. One of the skrull warriors looked up only to have his chest rammed straight through. Jubilee landed on top of the guy and pried her weapon from the cavity. “Holy crap, Doc.” She had not planned on killing the guy, but that spell from the Doctor greatly increased her strength.

Jubilee shrugged before rushing off to meet more of the aliens in battle. She swung the staff around knocking it against heads, knees, torsos, and everything else she could target. A blast of pyrotechnics streaked across the battlefield until it collided with one of the skycyles in an explosion of bright colors and whistles. The machine flipped end over end tossing the pilot to the ground with a nasty thud. No doubt his body was broken on impact. “Whoa!” Jubilee ducked as an energy beam came her way. She danced to the left and then to the right in a zigzag fashion until she was close enough to drive the staff through the soldier’s gut. As he coughed up green slime, she lifted him off the ground and then flung his body into the ground. The blood and guts that remained slowly sizzled away from the staff. Jubilee braced herself as the end lit up brighter than before. Seconds later, a large shaft of light shot forward and slammed into a troop sending him crashing into several others. Jubilee looked down at the weapon in awe. “I am so keeping this.”
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What a strange situation...

Joshua had been in his share of bad times, but nothing could have prepared him for this. This strange world where even the air and earth were questionable and he'd find himself working alongside people who not less than a year ago would have taken him down without a second thought.

The situation itself raised questions that he had also been contemplating.

That girl... this girl... His thoughts went to the one he helped out of the Skrull's prison. Once the cuffs came off, she flew and danced, and visibly changed before his eyes, and her own became vacant and child-like. And, much to his annoyance, she chose to seek him out every time he reported back to the base.

Jenna was doing her best to help wherever she could. Everything was so sour. She'd float around the base, toward the strongest emotions. Sour as they were, they were strong, and that was all she needed. When she started sensing hostility, she'd retreat to Malladie or Alix. She'd have gone to Calli, but that one wasn't the Calli she knew. The fierce and determined temperament was there, but none of the familiarity.

Then there was Flashpoint. She liked him for the same reason she liked Calli. Strong and determined emotions that tasted like spicy barbeque chips with that sweet tang of genuine concern.

The green fairy liked him, and it was a bane on his existence.

"Don't you have something better to d-"

Then the whistle resounded through the air. A call to arms. They'd been discovered, maybe? It didn't matter. His gaze shot to Scatterbrain with one simple question. "Where's Callisto!?"

She flitted away, eyes wide at the sudden shift as she turned in the air, her body beginning to shimmer a bit as her hair began to take on a liquid appearance.

"There!" she pointed at the wall of the tent as Joshua grabbed his pistols. The Brotherhood member loaded his guns and harshly pointed at the floating woman. "Guard the base!" She didn't like the hostility and responded with a wag of her head and a raspberry before she flitted out of the tent with a huff.

He hurried out of the tent, leaving the Morlock to the powers that be. A new voice spoke across his mind. That blind girl from X-Factor. Alix, was it?

A rescue party had arrived. That meant if they had any chance of getting off this God-forsaken rock, now was the time. He dashed in the direction Scatterbrain had indicated. The fight hadn't reached too close, but he could already see stragglers who had managed to break through the front line. His hands went to his pistols as he prepared himself for when he ran out of ammo, already feeling the heat building up within him.
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