xp_logs | Training Session - Juggernaut and Gidget

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During an otherwise normal X-Man/Trainee Danger Room session, a scenario with Cain and Janet takes a turn for the disgusting.

Cain grumbled as he halfheartedly perused the training schedule. While he normally didn't mind running through the Danger Room, some of the new trainees didn't know their ass from their elbow and had far too much of a penchant for grandstanding for his tastes. And today was one-on-one cooperative training, which almost always wound up with him wanting to pitch his 'partner' through a wall. He glanced quickly at the paper, noting the "Juggernaut-Gi~~~~" ending in a smear where his large thumbs had obscured the text.

"Gi?" he mumbled to himself, then smiled. "Aha, Gibney." It had been a while since he'd had the chance to throw Kyle across the Danger Room, and the fun part was that, like Logan, the kid could heal from darn near anything.

So when the doors slid open and he saw the much shorter brunette standing there, wings buzzing, his eyebrows hit his hairline in confusion. "You're not Gibney," he said abruptly, before slapping a hand to his forehead. "Gidget, of course."

"Well, duh." The brunette in question stared up at Cain, a completely baffled look on her face. "Are you sure you're ok?" she asked, her expression changing to one of concern. Whether she was concerned for Cain or for herself could be up for debate.

Cain shrugged, crumpling up the paper and tossing it to the floor, barely noticing a small drone swooping out to catch it and vanish back into a hatch in the wall with a tiny whooshing sound. "No problem. Okay, simple scenario here," he said. "partner defense. The red drones are going to try and zap you, the blue ones are going to try and zap me. You have to try and stop the blue ones, I gotta stop the red ones." He rolled his eyes expressively. "Don't blame me, it's like Storm's crazy take on dodgeball."

"Red drones zap me, but I zap the blue ones," Jan repeated. "Um... if they're zappable, that is. I hope they're zappable. You're the super-strong one. Can the blue ones really hurt you, though?"

Shaking his head, Cain laughed and peeled his jacket off, crouching in his uniform pants and tank top. "We're supposed to pretend they can. Purpose is to learn to watch your teammate's back. Mine's a bit bigger, so you ought to--"

As Cain spoke, a buzzer sounded and hatches opened in the wall, pouring out softball-sized drones that began to beep and hover, red and blue lights flashing to identify them.

"--get small!" Cain shouted over the buzzer. "Here they come!"

In seconds, the 5'4" trainee was no longer standing on the Danger Room floor. Instead, wings flitted several feet about the ground, where a one-inch girl hovered in place for a moment before chasing after a blue drone.

Without missing a beat, one of Cain's fists swung through the empty air where Jan's torso had been only a second before, smashing a red drone into the floor. He kept turning his head from side to side, trying to follow his partner's motion as well as keep an eye out for both sets of drones.

"Stay close, would ya?" he barked, "Hard enough to see you without-" he ducked as a blue drone zoomed by his head, nearly tagging him with the short-range electric shock. "Dammit, Gidget! I got a few on me!"

"Well, there's a lot more of you to hit right now, don't you think?" Jan replied, sending a big zap at one of the blue drones, quickly sending another zap at a second blue drone.

Cain turned with an irritated look on his face, then widened his eyes as Jan's drone sparked in front of his face and dropped to the ground. He saw a red one come up behind her and lunged forward, both hands clapping it into a flat disc of metal. Unfortunately, lunging forward while shouting had an unfortunate side effect.

GULP

It took Jan a few moments to realize what had happened, and even then she wasn't quite sure what had happened. All she knew was... "EEEEWWW!!!!" A hand darted out, biolectric energy leaping from it. "I'm too young to die!" she shrieked, both hands delivering shocks to anything they could touch.

Coughing weakly, Cain stopped, looking around before he realized what had happened. His breath wheezed in his throat as he dropped to a knee, ignoring the nigh-imperceptible electric shocks from the drones swarming him. Once, twice, three times he pounded a fist into his stomach, trying to force a cough.

The little twerp flew right down my throat! he thought, can't BREATHE...

"I didn't like being inside an ear canal and I don't like this!" Jan screamed, fists lashing out and pounding away, her hands continuing to emit strong electric shocks. She wanted to get out, but which was was out? Was there even an... "EEEWWW!!!!"

The external shocks didn't bother Cain, but the internal ones he was suddenly feeling like nothing before, as if he'd swallowed a taser that wouldn't turn itself off. Throat twitching, he coughed weakly a few more times, the edges of his vision starting to darken.

Suddenly, a particularly strong jolt hit just the right bundle of nerves, and he doubled over, coughing and heaving with a loud "HEEGURGAGURRRRK!"

Jan flew through the air, tumbling and out of control, hitting one of the red drones. She stood, stunned for several moments. Then... "OH MY GOD YOU JUST ATE ME! THAT IS DISGUSTING!"

Cain coughed and spat, dropping to his hands and knees, barely noticing the flashing red lights marking the end of the training session. "You," he accused in a raspy voice, "flew right down my throat. What in the hell were - haaaack-ptui - you thinking? Hell's bells, we need to not ever do that again."

"I what!? Dude! Why the hell would I fly down your throat!? You ATE me! You..." Jan suddenly stopped speaking and froze. She fell down before regaining control. "My clothes!" she shrieked. "I'm covered in... ewwww!! I have to get these clothes off NOW but I don't want to touch them this is so gross!!!" Gingerly, she poked a finger at a pocket, removing and unfolding a tiny pair of gloves. "I need a shower!" she complained as she quickly stripped off her training uniform and let the still-small clothes drop to the floor.

"Aw jeez," Cain grumbled, covering his eyes and pointing with a finger. "Locker room! Go! Go!"

He just knew that he was never going to live this session down.