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Monet and Yvette - Danger Room Run (backdated to March 4)
On a Danger Room run, Yvette encounters Monet's particular Archilles heel.
Monet nodded to Yvette and tugged her hair back into a ponytail. "You good to go?" she asked.
Yvette, her grey leathers slowly losing their newness, although not without work, nodded. "Yes, Mon... yes, M," she replied, remembering Dr. Hank's admonishment about using code names in the Danger Room. "Thank you for taking the practice with me."
"Cool bananas. And seriously, it's no trouble at all. I like Danger Room runs." Monet hit the switch on the door and tapped Yvette on her shoulder. "Before I forget, got your panic button?" She'd already checked to make sure that she had her own and they were required for trainee sessions.
The small red girl nodded, holding up the wrist with said panic button strapped to it. "I am ready and set," she said with a small smile. "Although I do not understand why cold bananas are important."
"That's because you haven't spent enough time talking to Bobby," Monet said. She kicked off and took to the air above Yvette's head, looking around a section of ruined city-scape. There was no-one visible yet.
"No, I have not," Yvette admitted, eyes glowing brighter as she looked around, instinctively dropping into a Logan-like crouch as she waited for something to happen. "Do you know what kind of progam this is, M?" she asked, only a little nervously. She knew they wouldn't actually let her get hurt this early in the training.
"Gangs," Monet said, scanning the surroundings. "Mutant gangs. The goal is to get in, rescue the hostage and get out again, without the hostage dying. And you're taking point. I follow your lead here."
She'd spotted three of the five gang members and waited for Yvette to see them.
Yvette spotted them as well and frowned. "So... I am the leader?" she asked. "And I make the decisions?" If they both went after the gang members, that meant the element of surprise would be lost and the hostage would die. "Do you know where the hostage is, M? Perhaps if I am the distracting person, you could be flying in to rescue them?"
"Exactly. You're doing the braining today," she replied, dropping down to land in a crouch beside Yvette. "Sure you want to split up, Knuckles? Three to one odds, and that's if there's only three of them. If there's more, the rest'll come running. But those three haven't called for reinforcements yet, so maybe..." Monet trailed off.
"I am very good at the hide and seek," Yvette replied with a small grin. "Log... er, Wolverine, he has been teaching me. And if there is the trouble, I can call you, yes?"
"Yeah, we'll be close enough that you can do the telepth-shouting thing if you need to, once I make a link." Monet reached out and rested two fingers on Yvette's forehead, carefully avoiding the girl's hair and, closing her eyes, concentrated on building a very thin link between the two, muttering, "I'll hear you if you shout, but not the rest of the time, okay?"
"Okay," Yvette replied, managing not to flinch at the touch, or at the odd feeling in her temples which she guessed was the link. She looked at the building holding the hostage again. "So, you to go to the back way, yes? Count to three after I am gone and then go - I will be making the distraction." She waited long enough for Monet's nod and then set off, slipping from shadow to shadow towards the 'gang'.
Monet slipped away in the opposite direction, not flying precisely, but hovering just above the ground to avoid the sound of footsteps. It only took her a few minutes to find the captive little-girl scout robot and another couple of minutes to untie her, as the bonds were designed to force something more subtle than simply strong girl go smash. Distraction free. Go... whatever the hell team Yvette was managing to do. Carrying the little-girl robot piggyback, she set off back toward Yvette.
Monet was halfway back, in the middle of what passed for the baddies lair when she wavered, stumbling and falling to one knee. No, not now. ~Yvette! Trou--~ she called down their link, before toppling forward and to one side where she lay, frozen. The impact set off one of the robot's secondary programs and it began to scream, trapped half under the unconscious woman.
Yvette had been leading the gang robots on a merry chase through the darkened alleys of the simulation, slipping from shadow to shadow after approaching them with the classic "nyah, nyah, can't catch me" tactic. No doubt in real life they wouldn't be so obliging about chasing her - people weren't that dumb, she knew - but it was also early days in her training and she suspected the program was one of the easier ones. But then Monet's telepathic call came, startling her into nearly falling off the side of the building she'd been scaling.
~Coming!~ she sent back as loudly as she could, with no response, and biting back a soft curse in her own language, she backtracked to the hostage's position, using the rooftops to avoid pursuit, running as fast as she could go. Closer to, she could hear the realistic scream of the hostage-bot and winced - it was way too realistic for her - but as she neared she realised the gangbots had also returned, drawn by the alarm. And the gap between her roof and the building she needed to get into was too far to jump. Monet wasn't hurt - the room's safeties would have engaged if she had been - but she needed to get to her and the hostage before the kidnappers did.
There was a drainpipe just by her feet where she was crouching. Yvette squinted at it, then at the distance between the two buildings. Just enough. Without giving herself time to think, she shinnied down the drainpipe a little way and then slashed at the bracket holding it to the wall with her sharp fingers. The softer metal parted and the pipe came away from the wall, pulled by Yvette's weight and arcing across the gap with the small girl clinging to it for dear life. It fetched up against the wall of the other building with a thump and screech of scraping metal and Yvette immediately sank both hands and feet into the brickwork before the pipe slid away and landed in the alley below with a bang. She clung there, shaking, for a breath, and then worked her way up the wall to a window not far above. By virtue of luck it was the room Monet and the hostage were in, the small 'girl' flailing a little beneath the frozen woman.
"M?" Yvette called, approaching the pair. "Are you all right?" She didn't seem hurt, but she also was lying cmpletely stiff and motionless.
Monet began to stir. "Wha?" she muttered, as she sat up. The 'girl', now freed, changed the pitch of its screaming, one of its little robot legs now clearly broken. "Fuuck. I zoned out, didn't I, Knuckles?" She struggled to remember what was going on. "Orders? I think they're going to hear us. Want me to fly us out?"
Yvete winced at the robotic shrieks and nodded. "Yes, I think that is the best idea," she agreed. "But when we are done, can you be explaining the zone outs, please? I do not think I have seen you do such a thing before."
She sighed. "Short version? Where Nate and Jean have shields, I have a psionic circuit breaker. It clicks over for whatever reason, I pass out. Only it doesn't usually happen in training. I reckon you'd have seen me stopped in the halls once or twice? There was a thing for putting hats on me when I did that for a while." She felt around the back of the back of the robot girl's neck for the connector to the battery pack and pulled it. "She's fainted from the pain, okay?"
Speaking in the now ringing silence, Monet said "Orders, Knuckles? How do we run the retreat?"
"Quickly," Yvette replied, tilting her head at the sound of footsteps approaching. "My uniform is being reinforced, yes? All the better for grabbing." She turned her back to Monet, indicating the older X-Man should grab her basically by the back. "And the window is already open."
Monet slung the child-robot over her shoulders in a fireman's carry and grasped Yvette's uniform, giving it an experimental tug. It would hold. With that, she flew them out the window, toward the room's exit.
It was mostly a clean getaway, with the 'gangsters' firing at them from the window and getting in several hits, all of which were useless - they bounced off both Monet and Yvette harmlessly. As Monet landed and hit the shutdown button, Yvette sagged. Being in charge was tiring! But she looked hopefully up at the observation window. "So, that was not so bad, yes?" she asked Monet, eyes glowing.
The bullets had bounced off the girls harmlessly. It was sheer luck that the dead hostage wasn't shot. "Um," Monet said. "You know how sometimes, missions go to shit or the Preservers arrive and it turns into a clusterfuck of shit? This would have been one of those." She dropped the drone and it landed with a clatter. "You did good, though. Let's go do the debrief, okay?"
Monet nodded to Yvette and tugged her hair back into a ponytail. "You good to go?" she asked.
Yvette, her grey leathers slowly losing their newness, although not without work, nodded. "Yes, Mon... yes, M," she replied, remembering Dr. Hank's admonishment about using code names in the Danger Room. "Thank you for taking the practice with me."
"Cool bananas. And seriously, it's no trouble at all. I like Danger Room runs." Monet hit the switch on the door and tapped Yvette on her shoulder. "Before I forget, got your panic button?" She'd already checked to make sure that she had her own and they were required for trainee sessions.
The small red girl nodded, holding up the wrist with said panic button strapped to it. "I am ready and set," she said with a small smile. "Although I do not understand why cold bananas are important."
"That's because you haven't spent enough time talking to Bobby," Monet said. She kicked off and took to the air above Yvette's head, looking around a section of ruined city-scape. There was no-one visible yet.
"No, I have not," Yvette admitted, eyes glowing brighter as she looked around, instinctively dropping into a Logan-like crouch as she waited for something to happen. "Do you know what kind of progam this is, M?" she asked, only a little nervously. She knew they wouldn't actually let her get hurt this early in the training.
"Gangs," Monet said, scanning the surroundings. "Mutant gangs. The goal is to get in, rescue the hostage and get out again, without the hostage dying. And you're taking point. I follow your lead here."
She'd spotted three of the five gang members and waited for Yvette to see them.
Yvette spotted them as well and frowned. "So... I am the leader?" she asked. "And I make the decisions?" If they both went after the gang members, that meant the element of surprise would be lost and the hostage would die. "Do you know where the hostage is, M? Perhaps if I am the distracting person, you could be flying in to rescue them?"
"Exactly. You're doing the braining today," she replied, dropping down to land in a crouch beside Yvette. "Sure you want to split up, Knuckles? Three to one odds, and that's if there's only three of them. If there's more, the rest'll come running. But those three haven't called for reinforcements yet, so maybe..." Monet trailed off.
"I am very good at the hide and seek," Yvette replied with a small grin. "Log... er, Wolverine, he has been teaching me. And if there is the trouble, I can call you, yes?"
"Yeah, we'll be close enough that you can do the telepth-shouting thing if you need to, once I make a link." Monet reached out and rested two fingers on Yvette's forehead, carefully avoiding the girl's hair and, closing her eyes, concentrated on building a very thin link between the two, muttering, "I'll hear you if you shout, but not the rest of the time, okay?"
"Okay," Yvette replied, managing not to flinch at the touch, or at the odd feeling in her temples which she guessed was the link. She looked at the building holding the hostage again. "So, you to go to the back way, yes? Count to three after I am gone and then go - I will be making the distraction." She waited long enough for Monet's nod and then set off, slipping from shadow to shadow towards the 'gang'.
Monet slipped away in the opposite direction, not flying precisely, but hovering just above the ground to avoid the sound of footsteps. It only took her a few minutes to find the captive little-girl scout robot and another couple of minutes to untie her, as the bonds were designed to force something more subtle than simply strong girl go smash. Distraction free. Go... whatever the hell team Yvette was managing to do. Carrying the little-girl robot piggyback, she set off back toward Yvette.
Monet was halfway back, in the middle of what passed for the baddies lair when she wavered, stumbling and falling to one knee. No, not now. ~Yvette! Trou--~ she called down their link, before toppling forward and to one side where she lay, frozen. The impact set off one of the robot's secondary programs and it began to scream, trapped half under the unconscious woman.
Yvette had been leading the gang robots on a merry chase through the darkened alleys of the simulation, slipping from shadow to shadow after approaching them with the classic "nyah, nyah, can't catch me" tactic. No doubt in real life they wouldn't be so obliging about chasing her - people weren't that dumb, she knew - but it was also early days in her training and she suspected the program was one of the easier ones. But then Monet's telepathic call came, startling her into nearly falling off the side of the building she'd been scaling.
~Coming!~ she sent back as loudly as she could, with no response, and biting back a soft curse in her own language, she backtracked to the hostage's position, using the rooftops to avoid pursuit, running as fast as she could go. Closer to, she could hear the realistic scream of the hostage-bot and winced - it was way too realistic for her - but as she neared she realised the gangbots had also returned, drawn by the alarm. And the gap between her roof and the building she needed to get into was too far to jump. Monet wasn't hurt - the room's safeties would have engaged if she had been - but she needed to get to her and the hostage before the kidnappers did.
There was a drainpipe just by her feet where she was crouching. Yvette squinted at it, then at the distance between the two buildings. Just enough. Without giving herself time to think, she shinnied down the drainpipe a little way and then slashed at the bracket holding it to the wall with her sharp fingers. The softer metal parted and the pipe came away from the wall, pulled by Yvette's weight and arcing across the gap with the small girl clinging to it for dear life. It fetched up against the wall of the other building with a thump and screech of scraping metal and Yvette immediately sank both hands and feet into the brickwork before the pipe slid away and landed in the alley below with a bang. She clung there, shaking, for a breath, and then worked her way up the wall to a window not far above. By virtue of luck it was the room Monet and the hostage were in, the small 'girl' flailing a little beneath the frozen woman.
"M?" Yvette called, approaching the pair. "Are you all right?" She didn't seem hurt, but she also was lying cmpletely stiff and motionless.
Monet began to stir. "Wha?" she muttered, as she sat up. The 'girl', now freed, changed the pitch of its screaming, one of its little robot legs now clearly broken. "Fuuck. I zoned out, didn't I, Knuckles?" She struggled to remember what was going on. "Orders? I think they're going to hear us. Want me to fly us out?"
Yvete winced at the robotic shrieks and nodded. "Yes, I think that is the best idea," she agreed. "But when we are done, can you be explaining the zone outs, please? I do not think I have seen you do such a thing before."
She sighed. "Short version? Where Nate and Jean have shields, I have a psionic circuit breaker. It clicks over for whatever reason, I pass out. Only it doesn't usually happen in training. I reckon you'd have seen me stopped in the halls once or twice? There was a thing for putting hats on me when I did that for a while." She felt around the back of the back of the robot girl's neck for the connector to the battery pack and pulled it. "She's fainted from the pain, okay?"
Speaking in the now ringing silence, Monet said "Orders, Knuckles? How do we run the retreat?"
"Quickly," Yvette replied, tilting her head at the sound of footsteps approaching. "My uniform is being reinforced, yes? All the better for grabbing." She turned her back to Monet, indicating the older X-Man should grab her basically by the back. "And the window is already open."
Monet slung the child-robot over her shoulders in a fireman's carry and grasped Yvette's uniform, giving it an experimental tug. It would hold. With that, she flew them out the window, toward the room's exit.
It was mostly a clean getaway, with the 'gangsters' firing at them from the window and getting in several hits, all of which were useless - they bounced off both Monet and Yvette harmlessly. As Monet landed and hit the shutdown button, Yvette sagged. Being in charge was tiring! But she looked hopefully up at the observation window. "So, that was not so bad, yes?" she asked Monet, eyes glowing.
The bullets had bounced off the girls harmlessly. It was sheer luck that the dead hostage wasn't shot. "Um," Monet said. "You know how sometimes, missions go to shit or the Preservers arrive and it turns into a clusterfuck of shit? This would have been one of those." She dropped the drone and it landed with a clatter. "You did good, though. Let's go do the debrief, okay?"