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By a series of Violent Shocks; Rescuers and Skrullos captives
Topic Started: Jul 29 2012, 10:19 PM (1,827 Views)
Scatterbrain
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What a jerk...

But, he had a point. She could already feel them closing in. All that slime. Greasy, bitter, gooey, bracing. Real, but false, like any mind that shifted and changed.

She only came across it once. That time when Callisto had called her into the inner chambers of the Tunnels. She knew something was wrong, but didn't know how wrong it really was.

Now she knew. She could feel it. These things had a slimy nature that felt like oil on water. The emotions were real enough... Hard, bitter, slimy.

Her hands went to her head as she opened the door in her mind. It was the only way she could comprehend it. She didn't like it, but it helped her pinpoint who was who. It helped her understand what was going on; Which feelings coming in belonged to someone she knew, and which ones were foreign.

"They're coming!!!" she yelled.

A few of the slimy ones were getting closer. She snarled as her hands came up. She could see them, now. A surge of energy overcame her as she darted at the first intruder. It felt like that old game she played in the arcade at the mall. Destroy the invaders. That was the goal.

She was upon him quicker than she'd anticipated, and the skrull turned to fire. But she was becoming aware of an abnormal quickness to her movements granted to her by the ghostly Dr. Strange.

I'm not tired...! She felt no fatigue from that propulsion. and now...

She slammed her hands around the Skrull gunner like she was playing the cymbals. "GOTCHA!" He fell to a twitching heap as she turned to the next one who broke through the line.

He turned his gun on her, the sounds of the bullets ripping through the air, adding to the cackling symphony that was Scatterbrain's laughter. The bullets were so slow. They were so easy to dodge. She'd never had this kind of freedom, this kind of power that the Doctor had granted her, and she was drunk on it.

"I'm not tired!" she mumbled again before she shot through the air at the skrull, wrapping her hands around his head and firing every synapse in his brain.

"Tch, tch, tch...." She clucked as she watched him twitch. "Try harder."

Then she turned her attention to other invaders who'd made it past the line.
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Roadkill
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It had been some time since their escape from the alien prisons, and as far as Nick was concerned the only thing they had figured out was that they were totally screwed. The terrain was harsh, resources were in a scary limited supply, they had no idea how they were going to get out…or really where they were in the first place, and if all of that wasn’t enough they were completely surrounded by the Skrull forces. Nick thought himself an optimist, but he honestly had to admit that it was only a matter of time before they were herded up and either put back into their dismal prisons or considered not worth the trouble and exterminated.

He kept those thoughts to himself.

When the chaos started to erupt around him, Nick was taken off guard. He sat up with a twitching tail and stretched out his senses. Whatever was happening was outside of his range, but he listened to the others around him and hearing the explosions in the distance he put two and two together.

Rescue.

Leaping nimbly to his feet, he got his bearings. There were still a few people that seemed dazed or stunned. He took the time to pass between the refugees, laying a gentle hand on their arms and speaking emboldening words to shake them out of their shock and prepare them for what was surely about to come. When he got to Plague he put a hand on her shoulder and bent to look into her face. “Today,” he said. “We unleash it today.”

She would know what he meant.

He could feel the rumble of explosions from a battle that was soon to be at their doorstep and not caring what anyone thought he leaned in and gave Plague a quick peck on the lips before turning and moving down the line. “Be ready!” He shouted to nobody in particular. “They’re coming!”

When his sensitive ears heard the screeching whine he knew it was time. But there were enough of the refugees that didn’t stand a chance against the sort of warfare that the Skrull would likely use. Roadkill decided it would be best to draw the battle away from them. Grabbing one of the energy weapons they’d taken, he moved away from the group, heading straight toward the sounds of explosions. “Come on Plague,” he shouted over his shoulder. “We have work to do.”
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Callisto
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No sooner had her fingers left her lips than all hell broke loose. The scouting team leveled Skrull weapons, the Skrulls leveled Skrull weapons, and as she sailed through the air in that leaping bound, flechettes and shrapnel knives her harbinger, she felt Strange's spell wash over her, and when she landed, she suddenly saw the world around them with a clarity that she'd never before been witness to.

I was fortunate that the world of the Skrull was a dark place. She thrived in the dark. It was her home. Her eyes, her ears, they were suited to the quiet and the dim. With the return of her second eye she had been almost handicapped, so accustomed was she to the usage of just one, which offered her vision that far out-ranked any normal person just on its own. With two, she squinted more, curbed her own abilities by covering them when she could. The world around her was dim and tolerable but even its own offered modicum of light was painful to some extent, doubly so after her close-shave during the armory raid.

But now? Under the protection of Strange's voodoo? She felt none of that. Top performance, peak efficiency. She could count the lashes on a compatriots eye from a hundred yards. Hear the beating of a hummingbird's wings from a mile off. Smell the blood being spilled already on the other side of this impromptu battlefield.

She landed against the Skrulls into which she'd flung her knives. Callisto was not graceful. Her particular brand of fisticuff was not one trained nor taught, it was violent, rough, and most importantly, unpredictable. A fist crossed over one green jaw, sending his neck spinning full to the side, snapping it. Following through on her own momentum she charged into the warrior next to him, spearing into his gut with the roll of her shoulder and taking him to the ground, shoving a knife deep into the center of his forehead, a sudden look of frozen shock staring up at her as she stood.

With speed that betrayed human potential, one of the few true perks of her own mutation's streamlining of her body, she darted aside from a bevy of gunfire, swinging her hands around, the bands of force-light exuding from the gauntlets on her wrists snapping around a pair of necks. She wrenched herself to the side, crushing their gullets as the tendrils of force retracted once more.

Breaking into a run, she sniffed the air.

'Petrol.'

She slunk behind a rock, peering over the spongey surface as a crawler emblazoned with the mark of their little band of rebels skidded by, dropping off the Injun giant. At that she breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly aware of the criss-crossing lines of telepathic banter echoing around in her skull.

"Peace-Pipe!" She shouted as she came out from her cover. "What's the good word? We blowin' this cabbage patch or not?"
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Moses Magnum
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Moses considered himself a predator. Ever since the days in his youth when he'd slew a lioness, he knew he could take on the world and succeed. Today he and the Hellfire were taking on the world; just a different world. His beliefs remained the same however and when the portal of blackest black open, he did as instructed. His powers hit the ground, throwing it into turmoil and shaking those on it loose of the Earth. He vaporized several of the Skrulls helpless in the air as he stepped through the portal of whirling darkness; this place reminded him of some of the more natural parts of his home continent. The difference being he was actually fond of Africa; this Skrullos held no such love from him and would be turned to rubble if need be with no hesitation.

A Skrull who'd been disoriented, but not taken out of the fight approached him with a pistol in one hand and a blade of glowing energy in the other. The bolts of whatever hit his cocoon of protective waves and harmlessly dispersed; this method was tried several more times before the Skrull tossed his gun aside and lunged at Moses with his blade. He didn't stop this one, he dodged to the side and caught his arm, then crushed his wrist in a vice grip. Jason got his attention while he held the pulpy remains of the alien wrist in his hand; he looked at his White Court equivalent, then followed the barrel of his pistol towards a grouping of rock that was open on one end, and completely closed on the other, forming a sealed off canyon with nigh-unscalable walls from the bottom.

"You have a keen eye for detail, Bishop. I'll get right on that." The Skrull shifted it's still working arm into a hammer fist and punched with all his might. That one broke as well as the bones were turned to jelly. A punch to the side knocked off a large chunk, revealing internals; the Skrull's scream was silenced when the front of his face was sheared off. "And here I thought we were dealing with powerful invaders or conquerors. I guess all the competent ones are back on Earth."

He walked past the corpse and began taking aim at specific groups of Skrull. This battle was too wide spread with the addition of those joining them in the fight for freedom and rescue to knock them all back at once, but he was pretty good at this sort of thing. Energy began punching furroughs into the Earth and driving Skrulls towards the rock formation. It wouldn't take him long at all if his people and the freedom fighters caught on to his plan and helped out.
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Martin O'Connell
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Days upon days of running and fighting had taken it's toll on the young Martin Krane. Even though he found himself in the slight comfort of the encampment the refugees had made, the mutant could not find the peace he needed for sleep. From the first escape, to running through the outer lands of Skrullos, The Almost X-Man had done his fair share of sleeping, but at this moment his body seemed restless, as if everything was to come to a very sharp and dangerous point. Countless Skrull had fallen to his bone crystals. Martin felt the pride that came with that fact, but hopelessness crept in his thoughts. For every one downed Skrull, ten more rose to fight. More than once Martin had found himself breaking his own bone to resupply himself quills. The armies of Skrullos seemed to be a green ocean that would soon sweep over them.

He missed Earth. Campfire stories were whispered in the night, young and old reminiscing about the simple smell of grass, or the taste of ice cream. Martin's held no such sentimentality, he simply wanted to be home. Being on the world had made him appreciate the mundane, but the young man knew he wouldn't return to such a thing. The colorful cast that was peppered throughout his life all had their own story, but it few and far between when they were told as "normal." Even now, some aspects of Skrullos were better than home. People of all color, power, and allegiance slept side by side, fought side be side, for freedom. But in Martin's eyes, it was in vein. They found for their lives, true, but what would happen upon their return. Backs would turn and separate paths would be walked, and soon enough, the people that fought side by side here would be fighting against each other once again.

Exhaling with a heavy sigh, Martin brought his knee up and rested his arm on it as he sat, looking toward the camp as it lightly bustled with movement. He was lucky enough not to have been hurt; something that he attributed to his previous companions Plague and Scatterbrain, whom had provided a radar to his long ranged powers. Maybe that was what he truly did miss; friends. It was cliche', but he knew everyone was feeling the same. People they loved, beds they slept in, trivial things that were taken for granted until one's life was at stake, that was what he missed. The people at Utopia; Jean, Cyclops, Piotr, Derek, they all held a place in Martin's mind, people that had helped him. People he knew here though also, Dontae and Lauire, and it heped ease the longing that he felt for the familiarity they's all lost. In the back of his mind, Martin wondered how long he'd been gone. It seemed like a lifetime had been lived out in this strange world, but also as if only the recent days mattered; the patterns played out in the jail mending together in one, terrible memory.

A howl of excitement came as a whistle sounded out in the air, the man Martin knew as Warpath bursting into the camp and summoning them to a fight that took place on the horizon; a fitting end to a long journey. The camp came to life as people loaded onto a floating transport, a full crew of heavy hitters taking to the sky with the mutants graced with flying abilities. Martin was on board without hesitation, the word rescue being the only convincing he needed. Within minutes, the scene of the battle unfolded before his eyes. Exploding flying vehicles and powerful mutants slaying Skrull upon Skrull. Home was calling, and the Earthers eagerly fought their last battle upon Skrullos.

Leaping from the transport when it was feet from the ground, Martin slid two quills from his arms and sent them flying forward, striking two Skrull in the spines, their bodies slumping over with a twitch. Mutants he'd seen before fought hard, a woman shouting toward the de facto leader of the refugees. It was chaotic. Martin felt empowered, the words that Dr. Strange had echoed through them giving him a vigor he hadn't felt in the months Martin had lived on Skrullos. Running through the patches of battles, The Almost X-Man guided his quills to the bodies of fighting Skrull, slowly chipping at the firing line that surrounded the fighting mutants. The flying bikes hovered above them, too many to count in the hectic movement. Martin aimed up and caught the underbelly of one, the Skrull atop it looking down to the clunk he heard before another quill met it's counterpart and caused a brilliant blue explosion, leaving chunks to fall down off the edge of the cliff they fought upon.

"How many are there!?" Martin shouted into the air, another quill flying toward the Skrulls ahead of him, missing it's target. A green alien b-lined toward him, a large sword pulled from it's back as it rushed Martin. "Awh, shit." He said under his breath as he sidestepped and caught the clenched hilt of the swinging sword in his gut. The wind knocked out of him, Martin fell to the ground and tumbled slightly, the large Skrull swinging his blade down at Martin's face. Bringing both hands up, two quills extended out and caught the blade between them, the blue crystals meeting in an X. The sword pushed toward Martin's face as he pulled away, his arms shaking under the strength of the Skrull. "A little...help here!?"
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Darkforce spread out from the Black King as he fell and solidified into a glider wing. He sent out a tendril of darkforce to hook onto another skycycle; the force pulled him up and higher into the air. Details of the situation were fed into his mind by Betsy, when sudden The Black Queen's voice broke into the Hellfire comm channel. She hadn't merely survived in the hands of the skrulls, she had thrived; only needing a gateway home to shake off the dust of this world. He had no doubt, given enough time, she'd have found her way out; that, at least, was one thing he could help with. "Sorry for the wait, Black Queen. Take heart that you were always high on my list of priorities," he said, safely cloaked in the cloud of darkness as he studied the battle playing out below him.


"Dramatic," said a voice beside him, in the midst of his darkness, "But impressive to the end." The casual figure floating next to Max, clad in the garish but traditional garb of those who had wielded the yellow gem throughout history, smirked. "While your help is very appreciated, there's something very strange about your portals, sir." He extended a spectral hand, "Dr. Stephen Strange, at your service. Forgive my less than corporeal appearance, I'm a little stuck between dimensions at the moment."


Max turned, instinctively ready to attack. He was never by surprise, not while cloaked in his own darkness. But he was a fast thinker and relaxed his guard. He hesitated only a moment before taking the magician's hand; he too had felt the electric wave of good fortune and sudden indefinable strength wash through him. Stephen Strange

The words, "Black King," had just left his tongue and their hands touched when he felt the pull of another powerful gem. Red and purple energy shimmered around him as the gems he carried resonated with Strange's energy. "You're quite the surprise, Doctor Strange," he replied, drawing his hand away from Strange. "How can you be trapped?" he asked suspiciously but extremely interested.


"There's ways to trap even the strongest piece on a chess board, your highness," Strange said, "These people need to be taken home, they need to be rescued, but what are you rescuing them to? What is the state of the world beyond this place, and what do you and your gems plan on doing when you return home?" He smiled, "Don't be so surprised that I know about your secret. There's much I can glean from just a touch."


Max grimaced as the man divined his secret so readily. "It isn't freed, not yet. But they truly have no choice: either come with me or stay here. But I can hide them and keep them free, and to guarantee their safety from me, I'll tell you that none of them have anything I want. Does that satisfy you?" Below them the battle raged as the heroes among the escapees joined the fight. "You know what fighting among gods will be like for them if they stay here; they'll be crushed." Finally, the last of Hellfire passed through the portal.


Strange studied his face and he said, "The All Knowing Vishanti will judge us all in the end. For us to judge each other now would be... what's the expression... biting the hand that feeds us." He nodded down at the battle below and said, "We are men of power, you and I, and these gems, they change a man, I know that as well, if not more than anyone. One of these Skrulls attempted to kill me for the one in my possession, so guard yours very carefully. Power like this? If they seek to take it, you may have to destroy the world to protect it."

The ghostly form flickered, and Strange said, "Get these people home and I supposed I'll be satisfied. Black King... but know this now. It's not my satisfaction that's important here, not at all."


"Destroying the world isn't an option," he told the ghostly form. "It would be an admission of defeat. I may lose battles but I'm never defeated, Strange, I never surrender," he gave the magician that kernel of truth about himself. Then stretched his hand toward the portal. The mammoth void of darkness disappeared then reappeared far away at the end of his sight, amid the escapees who'd hung back from the battle. "Shepherd your flock home, Doctor. When this is over, we'll talk about your trap," he promised and feeling the desire to once again have three gems in his possession. How many were there? he wondered.


Below them, the air vibrated with the intensity of Moses Magnum's power. The Bishops, white and black, were working well together, herding the skrulls into the path of Magnum's brutal power. The Shroud stretched out his hand; he didn't normally open more than one portal at a time, but he felt the hum of a strange power in the air, a power that energized and strengthened him. He watched for the right moment, then opened a portal in front of a wing of skycycles as they rained energy bolts down among the escapees joining the fight. Catch by surprise, they couldn't steer away and was swallowed by the void. It spat them out at the apex of Moses Magnum's seismic waves, tearing the riders into bloody chunks and their machines into twisted scrap.
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Jason Wyngarde
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What tactical advantage they’d obtained by way of the element of surprise was quickly eroding. The Skrull were a remarkably resilient species. They were already trying to coordinate their efforts to bring down the opposing forces through brute strength and number. Jason boosted the appearance of their own number to the fullest extent that his holographic technology would allow. Barreling in through the midnight portal, war machines rumbled in, flanking out to either side and working a coordinated effort to push the Skrull backward to what looked to Jason like a good place to bury them.

Moses seemed to be in agreement, and from what he could tell was doing a good job of accenting the push with his brand of deadly and impressive powers. Even where he stood Jason could feel the shockwaves traveling through the ground and could see the disastrous results of that shaking as it struck Skrull soldiers and vehicles alike. Spreading the ranks out wide, he pushed them until they were surrounding a very large group of Skrull soldiers who were trying desperately to return the attack against a foe that unfortunately for them did not really exist.

With the bulk of the enemy forces where they wanted them, the only thing left to do was crush them. Jason turned to Moses and gave him a nod. “They are all yours Bishop.”

Cornered, the Skrull tried to fight their way out, firing weapons at the holographic forces with renewed enthusiasm. As marvelous as this device that Forge had created was, Jason suddenly felt the sting of it’s limitations. With his own illusions he was able to seize control of every perception in his victims, up to and including making them believe in their own demise on many occasions. These holograms were not quite so impacting. They looked felt and sounded real to a fault, but in the end they were but a shadow of his power.

“Let’s give them a proper burial, shall we?”
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Warpath
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Dr. Strange's incantation evoking strength in the rebels flowed through Warpath, almost violently it seemed. He did not tire or falter, but was invigorated in a way he had not known possible. All the strength he possessed when at his peak in terms of rage and righteous anger was balanced by a cold and narrow focus. He tore through the Skrull ranks, a whirlwind of death and destruction. Callisto yelled out at him over the fray, and he saw her now, through a break in the Skrull lines. "Looks that way, doesn't it?" He smiled grimly at her before ducking under a blast of laser fire. "I mean it is the Hellfire Club, but I guess we can't be too choosy. I'm just happy to see other people who aren't green."

The buzz of an incoming cycle warned James that he was under attack from above. Jumping high in the air he met the cycle with a well placed kick that knocked it off course. Grabbing on to the back he grappled with its driver, until with a last heave he tore the Skrull from its perch, sending both of them falling to the ground below. Jimmy landed into a roll, assessing his situation as he became better oriented.

It was not good, unfortunately. The cycle had driven him further into the Skrull ranks and smack dab into the middle of an unfriendly battalion. The shock of seeing an enemy dropping from the sky was the only thing that had stopped them from rushing the X-Man, but they were now forming in a mass to attack. James brandished his knives with a snarl; they might take him down but they would pay dearly for it. Out of nowhere throwing knives flashed through the air, impaling many of the troops and dropping them to the ground. Warpath fell on the rest, beating them back in a rout.

He looked up to see the Hellfire Black Knight flitting through the ranks, sowing death and destruction. Retrieving the knives from the downed bodies Warpath made his way to Longshot shouting,"Thanks for the assist, pretty boy," He remembered the man from when he had visited the Institute briefly a while back. "I never thought I would be so happy to see you and the rest of the Hellfire Club, but war makes for strange bedfellows."

Warpath saw a Skrull leap at the mutant from behind and he roared out a warning, "Longshot, down!" As he shouted he let loose with one of his own vibranium knives, sending spiraling into the Skrull's abdomen in mid-leap. Jimmy converged on Centrino, thinking they would be a better fighting force working together. "You're one lucky son of a bitch, you know that?"
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Icarus
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Through the portal black wings took flight into the dark sky of the alien world. There was no time to wonder at the sight of what was something likely only the handful of humans present today have seen. No child like wonder of it. Just a mission of rescue.

Donned in his light hooded armor, the Black Pawn stayed in the sky, getting a bird's eye view of the field of battle that would take place, one that had been fought for some time by those captured, though he knew not of their struggles as of yet. However when he saw several familiar faces take to the battle already, he was relieved. Though further worried that so many were switched, people he knew were switched by the green demons. Classmates, teachers, friends...his Queen.

Wings folded and he dived out of the sky in similar motion to mighty birds of prey who locked onto a target. His crimson blade removed from its sheath before he landed atop one of the Skrull soldiers in the middle of few others. The darkforce wings shot out, striking several more, knocking them from their feet before the red blade swung into the necks of others, nearly decapitating the aliens from a level of strength that was not familiar to him. He was not one to look a gift horse in the eye before he pierced the bodies of those he knocked over with his wings as quickly as he dropped in on them before taking to the air again. He needed to remain fast and not allow himself to become grounded for longer than a moment. He was strongest in the air where he could see more and help where needed.
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Jubilee slammed the end of the staff into the ground and used it as a vault to her next target. The wrinkle chin was not expecting a little Asian woman to come flying through the air with her foot extended. The booted heel made contact with his mouth hard enough knock out the bottom row of teeth in the front. Shattered bone fragments and blood sputtered everywhere as he fell back. Jubilee gave the alien a quick jab to put him out of his misery for the moment. If he ever woke up from the battle he was going to be in a hell of a lot pain. She took the brief pause in direct combat to look around the battlefield. She had been hoping that some friendly faces would be coming out of the portal behind the HFC, but they never came. There was that Jay kid that she ran into awhile back. The heck was he doing with this lot though? He seemed like a decent guy then. Eh didn’t matter.

Something more important must have been going on if the main crew was not here for the rescue. But the fact remained that they were getting the hell off of this planet. The young woman wondered what it was going to be like back on their world. When she was taken, the humans and mutants were at each other’s throats because of the new mayor and a bunch of disgruntled shirts calling for mutants to be locked up liked animals. Not knowing was a real pain in the buttcheeks. Jubilee fired off another salvo of orbs that exploded right in the faces of three skrulls huddled together taking shots at the people that could fly. The momentary distraction left just enough time for her to slip in between them and bust out a quick combo with the staff. One fell from a broken kneecap then got put down by a shot to the face. The next was struck across the jaw with the weapon followed by an axe kick that sent the guy face first into the dirt. The final guy nearly blasted her in the shoulder, but Jubilee managed to twist her body to avoid the beam and sweep his legs out from under him. A twirl and a knee drop to the face put him on Dream Street.

The enemy was dropping like flies, but they still outnumbered the escapees and rescuers. Some would say that numbers won wars. That was true in most cases, but not all. Jubilee was certain that no matter how many of these things came at them they would make it out in one piece. She cracked the staff across the back of a skrull’s dome and then fired a beam into another’s chest. She would have kept going if it were not for an energy whip wrapping around her ankle and yanking her to the ground. Jubilee rolled over onto her back as one of the larger warriors pulled her closer and closer until she was in prime striking position. The whip turned into a sword which would soon find its way into her gut if she did not act. Jubilee rolled to the left as the blade came down with earth splitting force. A strong kick knocked his hand off the hilt of the weapon. Jubilee then shot him in the chest with a concentrated stream that sent him stumbling backwards.

She got back to her feet and fired another shot and another until his front side was charred and smoking. As he collapsed, Jubilee saw that one of the ex-prisoners was holding off an attack using his crystal shards. She could not remember the guy’s name, but he was part of the Xavier crowd. Jubilee snatched the discarded sword from the ground, rushed forward a few steps, and then let the weapon soar through the air. The blade lodged itself right in the side of the alien’s neck. “You owe me one,” she called out. With a smirk, Jubilation retrieved her dropped staff and rushed back into battle.
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Jamie Madrox
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“Quit showin’ off already, we gotta get outta this crap-hole!”

Jamie looked over at him in annoyance, and then shared a look with his multiple. “Dude, we so weren’t showing off.” The multiple who would soon to take the moniker of ‘Beta’ shook his head. “Just let it go. Right now we just have to focus on getting off this rock.”

Glancing over his shoulder he saw that a new portal had opened, much closer to the captives. Beta rapped the multiple on the arm and jerked a thumb over his shoulder at the black and dense swirling mists. “Let’s work together,” he said. “Herd some of the captives toward the portal. There’s enough firepower out here focusing on the Skrull.”

The multiple nodded and the two of them looked back again at Guido. He’d just been hit by a Skrull wielding some sort of long-handled weapon. It knocked him back off of his feet and unfortunately for them it caused him to swell to cartoon proportions. He stood back up and with his bare hands grabbed a speeding cycle and its rider out of the air as it went past. Jamie almost wished he could have heard what Guido said as he hurled the sky cycle into a line of approaching Skrull. The explosion was blinding for a moment and when the smoke cleared Guido was already looking to pick another fight elsewhere.

“He’ll be fine,” he said to himself. Turning, he ran to catch up with the other multiple. They scooped up a young woman who was crouching on the ground and escorted her to the portal. As they ushered her through Beta looked at the other multiple. “As much as anything we can’t allow any other Skrulls through this thing. Now let’s keep rounding up our own. The sooner we get through this thing the sooner we can put this mess behind us.”

Guido looked up in time to see the two dupes heading off. He squinted his eyes for a moment, but knew it was for the best. They had their job to do, and he had his. Looking around at the growing pile of unmoving Skrull bodies Guido grinned a little, wiping a tree-trunk arm across his face and leaving a sooty smear in its place. There was some kind of big armored vehicle headed his way and he grinned to himself as he watched it approach.

“Bring it, ya blorks!”

Balling up a fist he brought it against the palm of his hand and looked at the approaching war machine with an ominous glower. Something that looked like a turret swiveled around and trained on him and Guido just braced himself.
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Those they were here to rescue exploded from the distant line of strangely shaped trees, and Longshot, having finished with the dirty business of killing the immediate resistance, smirked. "Did we need to help them at all?" he laughed, "Look, they even have the children ready to fight."

A small warrior with pink skin and white wide eyes had appeared on the field of battle, and was busily using what appeared to be holographic illusions, to disguise his friends, and confuse his enemies. Longshot was delighted by the boldness and hurried over to the boy, stabbing and killing a few green skinned combatants on the way. Slashing the skrull that currently menaced the boy, Longshot kicked the dying creature to the side, and knelt down beside him. "Hi," he said, "I'm Longshot."

Artie frowned up at this weird guy who was pretty enough to be a girl, but was definitely a boy. Longshot was a mutant name, that much was very certain, because no real person would ever be named Longshot. His name appeared over his head, in that way that he had learned during his time with the X-Men and their school. He waved an impatient hand around at the battle, indicating that now was not really the time for being all sociable and stuff. They had to fight to escape this place and go home.

Longshot grinned, "Artie, such a warrior. Do you see the man in black clouds and shadow who hovers over the field of battle. He is a good and wise king, come to free you all."

Artie pointed at Warpath who was busily killing the ugly green guys, the guy who had really freed them all. This pretty man was a little full of himself, but his eye shone at Artie and then maybe he wasn't really so bad. After all, the guy and his king showed up with an army of people to help them. Artie nodded at the King so that Longshot knew he had seen him.

"Very good," Longshot said, "I am going to give you an important job while all the grown ups do the nasty stuff. All the people who can't fight, the other kids, or anyone who was hurt, you lead them to the portal that my good King has made, see it, right over there? It will lead you out of this upside down world and back to New York which is the best place to be, right?"

Artie nodded and a holographic X-Man uniform formed around him. He gave a salute and shot back to those who were watching and waiting, to tell them that their way home had arrived.

Turning his glance back to the X-Man in warpaint, Longshot admired his knife skills for a moment, before slashing and hacking his way through the skrull to reach the guy, "We came here to rescue you and here we find you taking a vacation."

"Thanks for the assist, pretty boy...I never thought I would be so happy to see you and the rest of the Hellfire Club, but war makes for strange bedfellows." Warpath smirked at him, in between stabbing and cutting.

"Now, Warpath," Longshot smiled, charmingly, even as dark green blood splashed into his face, "that sounds like you're coming on to me, and despite my deceptively pretty face, you're simply not my type." He winked, and as Warpath called for him to duck, and complimented him on being lucky, he threw his head back and laughed, turning the motion into a flip that landed him on the shoulders of another charging skrull, who was almost immediately lonesome for his head. Riding the dead soldier to the ground, Longshot wiped green goo from his blades and said, "Of course, I'm lucky. I'm also incredibly charming and have the face of an angel, but I don't like to brag."
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Something was off about this whole thing. Not the fight itself; no that was the chaos and insanity that came with an all out, full fledged battle between two sides. No, something felt off about him. He'd heard Strange utter something as he flew off, but he thought he was just talking to his gods or wishing them luck or something. Maybe he did something more though? A super spell or something, because right now he felt invincible and unstoppable.

Things that would have been impossible before were now the norm, and normal things were childs play. He wanted to feel like this all the time, but there was no time to bask in the euphoria of what felt like approaching Godhood. They had a war to win and a planet to get back to. Terry had issued a challenge; he'd agree to it. "You wish you'll get more than me, missy. Ain't gonna let that happen though!! I'm in the bidness a killin Skrulls, and lady...bidness is a boomin." From the wreckage of the tank, he jumped out into a frenzy of energy and powers lashing out against one another, and then he saw Terry.

Her voice reached him ever through all of this and he turned, seeing a group of Skrulls advancing on him. For the first time in his life, his powers didn't need physical contact to work. Whether it was because of the enchantment gave him that extra boost or because it just unlocked what was already there, he didn't care. He focused his attention on the Skrulls and they buckled under immense weights their frames couldn't handle. Soon after they fell to the ground, struggling in vain to fight against the impossible forces pressing down on them.

He turned away and increased the density one last time; the group of Skrulls didn't survive. He threw Siryn a salute and flew back off, dropping a chunk of destroyed tank on a few of the Skrulls converging on her. He was never in the air for too long; he'd stay up there long enough to knock a few of those skybikes down to the ground, then he would land and carve a path through some Skrulls before taking flight again. The last time he took off into the sky, he noticed a thin figure in some sort of armor wielding a big shiny sword. He thought this figure was familiar, but the shadow wings were a dead giveaway. Jay had lost his wings, and now there was this guy with wings made of that same dark stuff as the portal; there was no way it was coincidence.

He flew over and flipped the hood back on impulse. "Jay?! What are you doin here man? Oh yeah...you're Hellfire now." The happiness in seeing his friend was sullied a bit once he remembered who he associated with, but a reunion was a reunion. He gave him a quick hug and patted his shoulder, then turned back to the fight. "Well, nice seein ya, but I got more Skrulls to smash. We'll catch up later, cool?" He flew off and down towards another tank; it was bearing down on a really buff guy, like unhealthily buff, like he ate Steroids for breakfast every morning.

And beside him was a normal looking guy...with clones running off in other directions. The tank was his primary concern though as it was getting closer and closer while it's turret was aiming at them. Grinning, he flew down and landed on the contraption, then copying a move he saw from a movie, he ripped the turret from it's mooring and hopped off the remains of the tank, Then, grinning like a madman, he smacked the tank with the turret like a bat and knocked the vehicle high into the sky. Looking over to Guido, he nodded. "I have always...wanted to to that."
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Blood streamed down his dual scythes in rivulets, making the grip of them slick to hold even though he flicked most of the blood off. Fracture seemed to flow through combat his dual swords extending and retracting into alien bodies. Lashing out with his right held sword he impaled a skrull with three prongs of the sword. One in the neck, ribcage and kidney. With a vicious yank he tore the creature open spilling its entrails into the open air. With a shudder the alien took a step and collapsing in on itself fell to the ground. Smiling he chuckled before retracting his sword and turning to survey the combat zone.

All around him people were fighting, killing and taking down the aliens that had kidnapped them and subjugated them. Anger filled him to the core and he was happy to see that these aliens were getting their asses kicked. As he took a few steps he felt the ground vibrate with energy as cracks splitting and shattering. Pausing he looked for the source. I recognize those vibrations, he thought as he fought his way to the crest of a hill. Coming to stand atop it, Lucian caught sight of his friend Moses. It brought a sense of calm and familiarity to his usual cold hear to see his comrades.

Rushing down the hill, Lucian lashed out with both swords tearing down two skrulls opening their heads like melons. Getting closer to Moses he called out "Moses! God it's so nice to see someone familiar, lets burst some more alien heads." Thrusting out with the sharp point of the sword, Lucian took out the legs of a Skrull sneaking up behind his friend. Drawing up beside him, he stomped down onto the aliens chesting shattering the chest and ribcage in a burst of green blood. Clapping the man on the soldier he stood by his Brother. "Nice to see ya, but brings you to this hell dimension?" he asked the man.

Off to one side he felt the pull of something he had made. Tracing the battlefield he caught sight of a young man with black wings wielding a blood red sword. It was the young X-man or now it seemed Hellfire member, the one with the shadow wings. Fracture had given the youth the sword during the Purifier attack, and it seemed that he had kept it learning to master it with great efficiency and skill. Lucian was proud to see his art get used for its intended use. Now the only thing was to get off out of this god-damned planet or wherever the hell they were.
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The green alien that stood over Martin drooled from it's mouth as his gritting fangs came together in a scowl. A growl rumbled in the Skrull's throat, putting all his strength into pushing the blade into the mutant below him. Whatever material the blade was made of made a light hum when it scratched against his blue crystals, and as the two pushed against each other with all their force, the louder it became. Muscles flexed and his own teeth gritted, The Almost X-Man let out a audible 'argh!!', pushing upward with all his strength before the sound of air being carved swished above him and the Skrull doubled over. Looking through the chaos, a young woman Martin had seen in his time with Xavier's people smirked and called out to him. He did owe her, that was for sure. Putting two fingers to his temple, he gave her a quick salute. Mystical strength still coursed through his body, and the tiredness he'd felt moments before was regained and vigor restored.

Hands pressed back, Martin pushed from the ground and rolled his body, his legs catching under him and bringing him back into his fighting stance; a move he'd learned from the kung-fu movies he used to watch. Taking a deep breath and surveying the field, he noticed many of the refugees starting to move toward the portal. They were scattered, ducking and dodging their way through the distance between them and their escape. Hundreds fled, guided my small holograms of different colors, all of a small boy with big eyes in an X-Men suit. Martin recognized him, Artie, if he remembered correctly. Firing off two sets of quills, a group of Skrull fell on their comrade's lifeless bodies, the kill count quickly stacking up. Making quick paces through the battle, Martin stabbed and slashed any green he saw with his embedded crystal blades. Reaching a couple with a child, Martin helped guide the injured female with the husband. "Go, hurry....go...C'mon..I know it hurts."

Stepping ahead, Martin fired off more quills, sinking one into the throat of a Skrull gunman. A flash came from ahead of him, skimming by his face and hitting the husband square in the chest. The man slumped back, lifeless. The wife cried out and reached back for him, but Martin grabbed her hand and pulled her and the child forward. "No! You have to get your child through the portal, go!" Martin looked back at the man and grimaced.

Another Skrull approached from the side, kicking Martin to the ground and rising to step on his head. Reaching up and clenching the foot, Martin twisted it to the side and brought him down to the ground with him, hopping onto it's back and sinking a quill into the side of his neck. "Take that you ugly sonuvabitch." Martin said from behind clenched teeth. Looking for the woman and her child again, he saw them wading through distracted Skrull and Mutants that fought. Standing and cupping his hands together, he put them to his mouth, "Carve a path! Carve a path for the people!" He yelled as loud as possible, hoping to signal some mutants to help the moving crowd of noncombatants that came together with the wrangling of multiples of one man and colorful holograms of the child. Running forward, Martin launched as many quills as he could toward the firing line, catching some into Skrulls and others into the ground. A second set of quills flew through the air as Martin swung his arm, shooting as many as he could before it started to hurt his own skeletal structure.

The second string came down upon the firing line and connected with the other quills that were planted all over the ground, lighting the Skrull gunmen up in a loud, bright blue explosion, clearing a segment of the path for the group to go through. Jogging to the front of the growing crowd, Martin spotted the original young man that created the many holograms. Martin waved him down, coming to a stop as he bent down on one knee and caught his breath. "Artie, right?" He asked, "You're doing great leading these guys...I just cleared some of the way to the portal...gonna try to clear more for you. Keep it up and follow the gaps." Martin managed a grin and nod before standing and running ahead, shooting quills every which way. The fact that a young child like that could be fighting against the Skrull was astounding, he deserved a medal.
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