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When You're Needed Most; To The Rescue!
Topic Started: May 7 2014, 03:48 AM (1,016 Views)
Mirage
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Too much was going on around her and Dani winced when she heard Martha’s warning about her psycho-chaff. She hadn’t seen Anole disregard Piotr’s directions, because had he, she would have given him a nice tongue lashing. She was mostly interested in the passengers inside and freeing them. Frustrated she would have to leave them she moved out of the way until she was certain she was no longer in the radius of Martha’s power so she could reenter the train and look for survivors.

Stubborn and dedicated she found another opening and looked around for either Jack or Rahne who she knew were rescuing people. Dani began clawing at the debris when she heard muffled screams and as her hand became bloody and raw she continued to pull at the rocks, cement and debris, determined to find the person underneath the rubble. Once she saw a hand, she clawed even more furiously than before until she was able to pull out the person delicately. So much was going through her mind. She thought of the medical training given to her and how imperative it was to not move the person too much, but without paramedics, she had to either leave this victim here dying or take her out and risk harming her.

There really was no other choice. As she grabbed the woman and held onto her, Dani moved towards the opening and looked for a place to lay down this unknown person. She wouldn’t stay. She wouldn’t get a name, simply leave her next to another able bodied person until she found help. Saying a quick mental goodbye she saw Armor helping a woman pinned underneath concrete.

Dammit the kids.

As Hisako displayed her incredible strength thanks to that beautiful power of hers, Dani first touched the wrist of the woman to check for a pulse.

“Hold up the concrete as long as you can. I’m going to see if it’s safe to move her,” she told Hisako as she crawled underneath the raised concrete. As their blood mixed, hers from her hands and the woman from her injuries she mentally cursed herself. This is why the super hero business was not as glamorous as others made it out to be. WIth this exchange of bodily fluids, Dani would have to take a HIV test and a general check up. Perhaps Rahne would be angry with her, so she did try to wipe her hands on her jeans, but there were too many cuts on her hands from the earlier rescue. Rolling her eyes at herself she looked at this woman and leaned her ear next to her mouth to see if she could hear this person breathing.

The breathing was shallow and low and her side was punctured with some type of steel rod. A part of her wanted to pull it out, but she knew to do so risked having this woman bleed out. Another messy situation. She couldn’t be certain if this rod went in deep or was merely a gory flesh wound.

::Rahney. How many more people are stuck out there? 100? 20? Less than 10?::

Dani had faith in Rahne’s ability to sniff out the missing mutants in human in the crash so they could better assess the total damage. Piotr was out there somewhere and right now Hisako was being the best hero she could be.

“I’m going to slowly move her out. I don’t want to move the rod that’s jammed in her. If you get tired or need help let me know.”

Because she would yell at Piotr to get his big metal butt over here and help them or send a quiet distress signal to Rahne if necessary.
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The shrill scream of metal against metal and an overpowering smell of smoke made Jack flinch, and as an entity he and his family of three were alert to action, their vigilance and senses rewarded with a deafening crash, screams, and the thick smell of carnage. Jack and his wife were ready to face disaster, but their son was immediately overwhelmed, screaming his discomfort as Rahne passed him on to Moira.

Jack's heart ached to watch Moira shuffle their son away, Greg's wailing echoing in the subway's confines as he was carried out of the commotion. The infant feral was too young to understand what was happening, knowing only that the entire world was too loud for his liking and that his parents were now far away.

The reactions to the unexpected were mixed--despair and alarm, calm and collected, frozen and unsure. Unsurprisingly, the other present senior members immediately took control by delegating tasks and keeping a cool head, including Piotr who ordered Dallas to participate in crowd control.

"No," Jack rumbled in his freshly transformed state, his red eyes glowing brightly,"Specter is with me." He motioned for Dallas to follow with one of his taloned hands, and when the younger man was at his side he added in a low murmur,"It's better for those with friendlier faces to deal with the civilians. It won't always be like that.. but they'll hurt you or themselves in fear. Their safety is first, you know?"

Putting the safety of others above one's own needs was not the only quality that made up heroes, but doing it in spite of pride always made the list. It was a lesson that was equally as important as it was difficult to accept, but if Jack could teach Dallas that much then he'd be far better off than Jack was at his age.

Jack padded to the scene of the subway crash, a cloud of smoke billowing from the brakes that had tried so desperately to stop. The subway cars were twisted, some upright and others jammed at an angle against the wall, trapping those inside against the tracks and making them that much more difficult to get to.

"Let's get this car upright--carefully," he nodded to Dallas, stooping his shoulders to earnestly look the other man in the eye. "You can do this."

"X-Men!" Jack bellowed, a composure of command settling over him. "We're turning this thing upright--move all passengers outside away." The feral man stiffened, smoothing his padded hands over the top of the subway car and grateful that those inside could not see him. He braced himself, preparing to push the metal container upright, and then hesitated before calling out over the din.

"Colosuss! Uh.. don't let this thing crush us okay?"

Jack looked back again to Dallas with a nod, waiting for him to power up to assist in the heavy lifting.

"Ready? 3.. 2...1--up!"
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Rahne was of mixed feelings about the volunteering to help from the students. On one hand, it was wonderful that they were willing to help, that they were willing to face their fears or discomfort or whatever to try and save people in danger. It showed true courage and a well-guided moral compass. On the other hand, she didn't want them in danger's way. With the X-Men, you knew that the risk of getting hurt was there. You went in knowing it and were prepared for it. She couldn't guarantee that the students, that Dallas, were as prepared.

And yet, here they were. No sense turning away helping hands at this point.

::'Tis honestly hard t' tell at this point, Dani,;: Rahne thought back as she took in as much information as she could. This crash ranged all around the casualty scale. There were people who didn't make it, there were people severely injured, there were people who were mildly banged up, and there were people entirely unscathed.

Rahne hopped up onto a passenger car that had tipped over onto its side, and peered into a smashed open window. Electric lights flickered, shattered glass strewn about everywhere, and people in various states within. Some hurt, some just dazed...

"Anybody okay in here?" Rahne called out, before cautiously climbing in, careful not to step on anyone. She could hear heartbeats, she could smell blood permeating the air in this car.

"Coff... kkkhhhooff..." came the first response, nearby. "Wh... what happened...?"

"There's been an accident, sir," Rahne said as she carefully made her way closer, kneeling down to examine the man who had called out. He seemed to be about middle-aged, in decent enough condition. Some bumps, bruises, and a nasty gash across the right forearm, but otherwise, well. "Can ye stand?"

"I... I think..." he took her offered hand and began to pull to a standing position, only to freeze in place, eyes wide open as he got a look at her.

"You... you're... y..."

"... here t' help, aye. We all are," Rahne said, diverting what he was surely thinking. "Now I'll need ye to either climb up an' out o' here an' get over to muh teammates out there for safety, or help me move anyone we can. So long as we dinnae have back injuries to worry about, we can hopefully get everyone out."

"B... bu... yeah. Yeah, okay, yeah," he relented, seemingly unhappy about working alongside a mutant, but thankfully his better judgement won out. People's lives were at stake. That was all that mattered. "I'm uh... Malcolm, by the way."

"Rahne. Pleased t' meet ye," and thus the two of them began checking for people who could be safely pulled out.

::Doin' alright over here so far, Dani - I'm scentin' a few fatalities, but I think more people are injured than killed, thank God above.::

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Dallas was so thrown by the calamity which had suddenly befallen the station that seeing Jack fully transformed and up close took him by surprise for a brief moment. To his credit, he didn't let it show, too distracted to think about the fact that he was looking into the eyes of a man who was essentially a werewolf. Not that such a thing mattered to him. He trusted and respected Jack, that was all that mattered. And when they weren't on the scene of a major disaster, he usually thought Jack's alternate form was badass. Right now, it was just difficult to think, and the world was starting to take on a surreal and disorienting edge.

Before Jack could respond to Dallas's plea to be allowed to assist, however, the booming and accented voice of Colossus reached his ears, commanding him to help with crowd control. Immediately, Specter felt his heart sink. There would be little he could do in that role. His powers wouldn't give him any particular advantage in herding the panicked civilians (indeed, the sight of his shadowy form would probably make the situation worse), so he'd just be some random guy shouting instructions at frightened people who had no reason to listen to him. He couldn't blame Piotr. He and the Russian hadn't spent much time together so the guy had little reason to assume that Dallas had enough experience under his belt to be of practical use. Colossus was actually looking out for him, as well as the civilians, keeping him out of harm's way and away from the gory sights closer to the scene of the crash. But the reality was, Dallas was fully capable of helping and if he didn't, more people could die. If that could be avoided, should he disobey Piotr's direct order? Should he demonstrate a lack of teamwork during his first crisis situation alongside the X-Men, or do what was necessary to save lives? Which was better? More to the point, which was worse?

Thankfully, so thankfully, he didn't have to make that choice. Jack spoke up and stated that Dallas would be sticking with him, negating the thorny dilemma the young man had been facing. Ultimately, he would probably have trusted Piotr's judgment and done as he was told, then crippled himself with angst later as he wondered if he'd done the right thing. Jack had saved him from that and trusted him enough give him this opportunity to help, so when things calmed down, he'd thank his friend profusely. Probably with food, as was his way. The Russells probably had the finest and bloodiest steak Dallas could find coming their way in the near future.

As they moved in the direction of the crash, Jack quietly filled him in on the reasoning behind his decision, and Dallas was quick to nod his agreement. "Yeah. I was already trying to figure out how I could help with crowd control without freaking people out," he admitted. "These people are scared enough already."

That was a lesson he'd learned early in the years he spent as a solo hero in Portland. The sight of a figure of near-solid blackness was often more horrifying to people than the situation he was trying to save them from. One woman had memorably accused him of being an incarnation of Death itself. For that reason, most of his crimefighting had been carried out at night, when he could stick to the shadows and move around in virtual invisibility to avoid terrifying people.

As they reached the subway cars themselves, the epicenter of the disaster, Dallas could feel his courage draining out of him. He hated himself for that. People needed him, Jack was relying on him, there wasn't time for him to lose it. But there was so much smoke, so much dust, so much heat, noise, blood, fear, death, in what felt like every corner of the universe right now, what could they possibly do to make this better? How could they help in any meaningful way? How could he help? This was on another scale to anything he'd dealt with before. Was he up to this? Did he have any right involving himself when there were real heroes on the scene?

In an attempt to steady himself, he disengaged the merge with his shadow, trying to eliminate the negative impact it had on his psyche. The shadow made him more aggressive, but it also made him more insecure and, clearly, he needed a break from that for a moment. He needed to come up for air. However, his eyes were still wider than he'd have liked, his skin paler, when Jack declared that they'd be setting the car upright. The X-Man turned to him and assured him he could do this, either sensing Dallas's anxiety or simply being intuitive enough to know when encouraging words would be needed.

Either way, it worked. Dallas's self-worth was almost entirely tied up in the opinions of others so when someone he held in high esteem showed faith in him, he believed it. He nodded his head in response, more firmly than he'd expected from himself, feeling immediately calmer. Jack was right. He could do this. He would do this.

As Jack hollered to Colossus and the other X-Men to fill them in on their plans, Dallas ran his fingertips over the twisted subway car, looking for the best places to grip, feeling out the ideal location for leverage, doing everything he could to avoid focusing on the suffering almost certainly being experienced within the train, and, by the time Werewolf looked his way once more, he was in position. With legs slightly bent, back straight, he offered the X-Man a determined nod of the head, even as his shadow slithered back over his skin once more, fusing with every cell of his body to boost his strength to the levels required.

"Ready."

Sucking in a deep breath, Dallas heaved when Jack's countdown ran out. His fingers dented themselves into the metal as he pushed, the backs of his feet digging into the ground, but Jack believed in him and that meant he was allowed to believe in himself. They were going to do this, they were going to right this carriage and save the people trapped within. Fuelled by that thought, gaze flicking to the side now and then to check on his friend, the dark mutant wouldn't let up until he was sure the two of them could set the car down safely. Screams rang out from within as the car began to move, but that was a good thing. It meant there were people still alive in there, and where there was life, there was hope. "Try to stay calm!" he yelled, hoping they'd hear his strained voice through the walls of the car. "Help is coming!"

Once he was sure the car was upright, Dallas allowed himself another breath, but didn't dare let go until Jack said everything was okay. "I think we're good," he breathed. Did they just lift a subway car with their bare hands? Not even in the Danger Room but in real life? Did that just happen? "...Are we good?"
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"Anole!" He shouted, "Shut up and actually keep your head in the game! CPR is more useful for that little girl than screaming like a frightened civilian! Emergency response most likely will arrive shortly."

Vic looked a little irritated. Why is he assuming I'm panicking? He thought. He looked back down at the little girl. She was small with blonde hair and blue eyes. She was also struggling to breathe and grabbing at her throat like she was choking. He checked her mouth but couldn't see anything blocking it. It was then that Vic noticed the large spreading bruise on the front of her throat. "I don't really think CPR is going to help! Her trachea has been crushed!"

Well, now what? he thought. He didn't have the slightest clue how to help her. He wasn't a doctor, and his first aid training didn't cover this. He flexed his clawed right hand. Sure he had the sharp instrument to open up her throat and windpipe, but he lacked the knowledge to do that without killing her. And wasn't there something about tubing that needed to be slid into her windpipe to help her breathe.

He looked around for someone to help, but it seemed Martha was herding people off the platform. Vic was stuck. If he did nothing, she was going to die, but if he tried to help her, she could end up dead anyway.
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Piotr cleared another car, finding a few dead bodies, but most of the passengers were simply hurt. How bad, he couldn't tell. Hearing unchanged, eyesight sharper, sense of touch dulled, smell and taste all but nonexistent, Piotr wasn't the man for the job when it came to field medicine. That was the number one reason basically why Pete was glad Rahne and Dani were here, and that Rahne was in charge. They were practically omnipotent in that department compared to Colossus.

Jack took Spectre to help him right more parts of the train, and Piotr almost didn't notice their reasoning. Personally, he didn't get it anymore. Maybe back when mutation was a new thing to him, he could have understood that some people saw certain mutations as scary, but now he saw every mutant as nothing more than a person. It was what mutants did with their powers that made them scar or not. And besides, to Piotr, the truly scary ones didn'tlook it. The truly scary ones could rewrite your reality without lifting a finger.

Hisako was helping Dani, Martha keeping crowd control nearly singlehandedly, and Vic, well, the kid was done screaming. Though the look he gave Piotr seemed to be one of a kid who didn't understand why he was being reprimanded. But at least he'd stopped screaming and was actually assessing the situation.

Piotr opened another car, his third one so far, and soon as he did, he was stopped in his tracks. There lay a group of people, huddled together under a patch of ceiling and debris that hung precariously above them. He reached to move the debris clear so he could pull the survivors out, but as his hand grasped the materials, everything shifted, sagging lower.

"They'll die if I try to move anything. But how long will it sit strong like this? I can't fit in there to push anything up and out of the way..." Piotr tapped his communicator. "Armor, it's Colossus. I'm in the sixth car. Got a job that only you can do, Tovarischa. Time is important."
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