FWTM: Resolution
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xp_logsFortunately for Lilandra, her X-Force protectors aren't impressed with the Guards' attempts to recapture her.
The plan to get Lilandra to a safe place had almost worked. They had successfully collected the politician, but their escape was blocked by guards. At the front of them stood two men in strange uniforms; obviously Imperial Guard. One was seemingly normal looking, save for the odd tendrils of electricity which would snake themselves up his shiny metallic suit. The other was strange, clad in a black mask and his hands were extremely long fingered and tipped with black claws. He was thin and ghoulishly white skinned, and his odd way of looking at them with his head cocked almost sideways was unnerving.
"~I guess timing is everything. Lilandra Neramani, you're a traitor to the state of India. No sense making it worse by trying to escape, Madam Minister.~" The electrical one said.
Lilandra might have been tired and worn down by the flight, but she looked simply ... sad as she gazed upon the two Imperial Guard before her. "~I am saddened that you cannot see - or are not willing to see - that what my brother is doing is causing harm to our country,~" she said softly, head held high even as she felt those that had been sent to protect her start to get into position. For their benefit, she switched to English. "Our city. Our people. If he is not stopped, our people will only continue to suffer. The golden age he has promised is a lie." Her voice sharpened. "It is for them that I will 'make it worse'."
Bishop knew this wasn't going to be peacefully resolved and he also knew that, once they found out his power, they would quickly change tactics. He wanted to keep that surprise for later. Instead, he resorted to a standard decoy. "Look, we're not here to..." Before the sentence even finished, the former officer pulled his pistol and fired on the clawed enemy. He had trained people on his ESU team how to quick draw, firing from the hip and mid-pull to have rounds suppressing the target before a sight picture was even available. It made the record one second draw seem sluggish. If he could down this one he would be able to surprise the electrified Guard with his ability.
Vanessa had come for one very specific reason, to get Lilandra out safely. For that reason she stepped up in front of the woman the moment she sensed movement from Bishop, drawing a pistol as she did. She trusted both of the people with her implicitly so she didn't worry about her back so much as the politician they were here for. With the woman safely behind Vanessa's borrowed form the pistol was raised and ready. She wasn't going to shoot if she didn't have to - she'd given her word that she'd not kill unnecessarily - and she wasn't going to waste the effort on offensive measures when she needed to be in a mindspace of protecting more than attacking. For the moment Bishop and Jubilee would have this.
"Dudes, you totally picked the wrong group to fuck with," Jubilee noted to no one in particular, before unleashing a wave of plasmoids toward Zenith, thinking that if she could take this guy out fast, that gave Vanessa and Bishop the other to deal with, quick was always better in these fights.
Zenith reeled back, both from the impact of the bullet in his gut, and then the fireworks in his face, eerily reflected in his goggled eyes. He went over heavily, and lay on the ground, twitching. His partner ignored him, reaching out with his powers, and like a Star Wars trick, ripped the weapons from Bishop and Morgan's hands, the bullets skewing wildly from their shots. There was a scream as one of the strays found a soldier behind him, but he ignored it as they fanned out to attack the foursome.
With odd fluidity, Bishop tumbled forward into a kneeling position while drawing his backup pistol. Without receiving any charge to speak of, he was still limited to traditional means. He fired again and, with Zenith incapacitated, aimed for the one with the capability of disarming him. He was of the tactical opinion that running would only expose their rear and end with their own slaughter. His mind was fully committed to a direct, and likely fatal, confrontation.
Jubilee held back, watching both opponents as the other two did their thing. She'd move in on any weaknesses as soon as she saw them but for the moment it was all about getting a measure of both, and figuring out just where those weaknesses were.
Not willing to chance the one on the ground, Vanessa let Jubilee and Bishop handle the one who was still on his feet. She moved over, leaving Lilandra far enough behind her to allow Vanessa to react should someone pop up and go after her, and made her way to the man on the ground. She left the knife sheathed while she checked his vitals just in case the other one wanted to steal all her toys from her.
The figure on the ground suddenly snapped into motion, his claws tearing rents in Vanessa's clothes and the skin of her torso. Only her quick reaction avoided her being gutted like a fish. As blood dropped from his claws, she could now see his terrible eyes; nothing by flecks of red in a yellow-ish opaque stare, and dark energy crackled along his hands. He pivoted neatly, and a bolt leapt out and caught Jubilee across the right shoulder, searing a line through her flesh.
"~About time.~" Electron said, once again twisting the path of Bishop's bullets, letting them slam into the walls and ceiling. With a movement, energy sparked from his hands, grounding on the gun and channeling it up Bishop's arms.
"Mother fucker," Jubilee swore, but she kept her focus, pushing the pain away into a section of her brain that wasn't concentrated on the battle going on around her. Her hands sparked bursts of plasma that formed into small balls and moved toward Zenith's face, she was going to melt the fucker's eyes for that. They'd see how well he fought without the power of sight.
The moment Electron channeled energy up Bishop's arms, he darted forward with unnatural speed, slamming into the man. The presence of armor suggested to him the man might be as vulnerable as any other person and with his increased strength he was going to take advantage of that and his own past as a boxer. Keeping the pistol in hand for added weight, Bishop torqued his body quickly into a flurry of expertly timed and targeted punches with speed and strength well out of a baseline human's range.
Vanessa wasn't just bleeding, she was gushing blood. She dropped the mimic immediately, shifting with fluid grace back into her own form. The wounds weren't quite as bad in her own body, the shifting having repaired some of the damage, but she would still need medical attention in the near future and more stitches than she'd like to think about. Pain wasn't a physical reaction, it was all in your head or so she reminded herself. She shoved the pain away and while Bishop distracted electromagnetic man Vanessa reached for the four inch utility knife hanging off her belt.
Once Jubilee's plasma balls were gone or buried in the clawed bastard's face Vanessa grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him around to face her. "I consider this necessary," she whispered and shoved the blade into the side of his neck. She let that register for less than a heartbeat before yanking once to drag the blade through his throat and open the front of his neck so blood came pouring out of the wound.
From behind the trio protecting her, Lilandra refused to look away from the scene before her. To forget every second would dishonor those that had fallen. More blood now painted her brothers hands and if this debacle wasn't ended soon, all of India would soon pay the price. "He puts his own people to death. His own sister, his own Guard, the innocents out there he is sworn to protect." She stared at Zenith, at the wound in his neck, and then looked towards Electron, held up by the man Bishop. "He kills for power and sport. As regretful as it is, they would kill to see this ended."
Electron lashed out, using his powers to tug the knife clear from Vanessa's hand, and in turn, bury it deep into Bishop's broad back. It was a desperate attempt to gain even a moment's respite, and now that Zenith was down, he had few options. Still, he had a mission, and ignoring the mutants, fling himself directly at Lilandra, crackling with energy, attempting to kill her by simply grappling her and letting his powers do the rest.
Despite the knife in his back, Bishop intercepted Electron's grapple, taking the place of Lilandra and in the circuit. He siphoned the energy quickly enough Zenith didn't have time to process, releasing it back directly to create a feed back loop, knowing the mechanics of how fuses were blown and applying the same principal. Despite that, Bishop wrapped up with a grapple of his own and several inhumanly hard punches to the armored man's exposed temples and throat just in case.
The man crumpled, beaten into unconsciousness, and slid bonelessly to the floor.
"Enough. We have wasted enough time." Gingerly, Lilandra stepped through the carnage on the floor and forced herself to breath evenly through her nose. Panic, grief and regret would serve her no purpose at the moment. But rage. Oh yes, that one was quite useful. "We leave this place now and I'll see this finished tonight if it is the last thing I do."
The plan to get Lilandra to a safe place had almost worked. They had successfully collected the politician, but their escape was blocked by guards. At the front of them stood two men in strange uniforms; obviously Imperial Guard. One was seemingly normal looking, save for the odd tendrils of electricity which would snake themselves up his shiny metallic suit. The other was strange, clad in a black mask and his hands were extremely long fingered and tipped with black claws. He was thin and ghoulishly white skinned, and his odd way of looking at them with his head cocked almost sideways was unnerving.
"~I guess timing is everything. Lilandra Neramani, you're a traitor to the state of India. No sense making it worse by trying to escape, Madam Minister.~" The electrical one said.
Lilandra might have been tired and worn down by the flight, but she looked simply ... sad as she gazed upon the two Imperial Guard before her. "~I am saddened that you cannot see - or are not willing to see - that what my brother is doing is causing harm to our country,~" she said softly, head held high even as she felt those that had been sent to protect her start to get into position. For their benefit, she switched to English. "Our city. Our people. If he is not stopped, our people will only continue to suffer. The golden age he has promised is a lie." Her voice sharpened. "It is for them that I will 'make it worse'."
Bishop knew this wasn't going to be peacefully resolved and he also knew that, once they found out his power, they would quickly change tactics. He wanted to keep that surprise for later. Instead, he resorted to a standard decoy. "Look, we're not here to..." Before the sentence even finished, the former officer pulled his pistol and fired on the clawed enemy. He had trained people on his ESU team how to quick draw, firing from the hip and mid-pull to have rounds suppressing the target before a sight picture was even available. It made the record one second draw seem sluggish. If he could down this one he would be able to surprise the electrified Guard with his ability.
Vanessa had come for one very specific reason, to get Lilandra out safely. For that reason she stepped up in front of the woman the moment she sensed movement from Bishop, drawing a pistol as she did. She trusted both of the people with her implicitly so she didn't worry about her back so much as the politician they were here for. With the woman safely behind Vanessa's borrowed form the pistol was raised and ready. She wasn't going to shoot if she didn't have to - she'd given her word that she'd not kill unnecessarily - and she wasn't going to waste the effort on offensive measures when she needed to be in a mindspace of protecting more than attacking. For the moment Bishop and Jubilee would have this.
"Dudes, you totally picked the wrong group to fuck with," Jubilee noted to no one in particular, before unleashing a wave of plasmoids toward Zenith, thinking that if she could take this guy out fast, that gave Vanessa and Bishop the other to deal with, quick was always better in these fights.
Zenith reeled back, both from the impact of the bullet in his gut, and then the fireworks in his face, eerily reflected in his goggled eyes. He went over heavily, and lay on the ground, twitching. His partner ignored him, reaching out with his powers, and like a Star Wars trick, ripped the weapons from Bishop and Morgan's hands, the bullets skewing wildly from their shots. There was a scream as one of the strays found a soldier behind him, but he ignored it as they fanned out to attack the foursome.
With odd fluidity, Bishop tumbled forward into a kneeling position while drawing his backup pistol. Without receiving any charge to speak of, he was still limited to traditional means. He fired again and, with Zenith incapacitated, aimed for the one with the capability of disarming him. He was of the tactical opinion that running would only expose their rear and end with their own slaughter. His mind was fully committed to a direct, and likely fatal, confrontation.
Jubilee held back, watching both opponents as the other two did their thing. She'd move in on any weaknesses as soon as she saw them but for the moment it was all about getting a measure of both, and figuring out just where those weaknesses were.
Not willing to chance the one on the ground, Vanessa let Jubilee and Bishop handle the one who was still on his feet. She moved over, leaving Lilandra far enough behind her to allow Vanessa to react should someone pop up and go after her, and made her way to the man on the ground. She left the knife sheathed while she checked his vitals just in case the other one wanted to steal all her toys from her.
The figure on the ground suddenly snapped into motion, his claws tearing rents in Vanessa's clothes and the skin of her torso. Only her quick reaction avoided her being gutted like a fish. As blood dropped from his claws, she could now see his terrible eyes; nothing by flecks of red in a yellow-ish opaque stare, and dark energy crackled along his hands. He pivoted neatly, and a bolt leapt out and caught Jubilee across the right shoulder, searing a line through her flesh.
"~About time.~" Electron said, once again twisting the path of Bishop's bullets, letting them slam into the walls and ceiling. With a movement, energy sparked from his hands, grounding on the gun and channeling it up Bishop's arms.
"Mother fucker," Jubilee swore, but she kept her focus, pushing the pain away into a section of her brain that wasn't concentrated on the battle going on around her. Her hands sparked bursts of plasma that formed into small balls and moved toward Zenith's face, she was going to melt the fucker's eyes for that. They'd see how well he fought without the power of sight.
The moment Electron channeled energy up Bishop's arms, he darted forward with unnatural speed, slamming into the man. The presence of armor suggested to him the man might be as vulnerable as any other person and with his increased strength he was going to take advantage of that and his own past as a boxer. Keeping the pistol in hand for added weight, Bishop torqued his body quickly into a flurry of expertly timed and targeted punches with speed and strength well out of a baseline human's range.
Vanessa wasn't just bleeding, she was gushing blood. She dropped the mimic immediately, shifting with fluid grace back into her own form. The wounds weren't quite as bad in her own body, the shifting having repaired some of the damage, but she would still need medical attention in the near future and more stitches than she'd like to think about. Pain wasn't a physical reaction, it was all in your head or so she reminded herself. She shoved the pain away and while Bishop distracted electromagnetic man Vanessa reached for the four inch utility knife hanging off her belt.
Once Jubilee's plasma balls were gone or buried in the clawed bastard's face Vanessa grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him around to face her. "I consider this necessary," she whispered and shoved the blade into the side of his neck. She let that register for less than a heartbeat before yanking once to drag the blade through his throat and open the front of his neck so blood came pouring out of the wound.
From behind the trio protecting her, Lilandra refused to look away from the scene before her. To forget every second would dishonor those that had fallen. More blood now painted her brothers hands and if this debacle wasn't ended soon, all of India would soon pay the price. "He puts his own people to death. His own sister, his own Guard, the innocents out there he is sworn to protect." She stared at Zenith, at the wound in his neck, and then looked towards Electron, held up by the man Bishop. "He kills for power and sport. As regretful as it is, they would kill to see this ended."
Electron lashed out, using his powers to tug the knife clear from Vanessa's hand, and in turn, bury it deep into Bishop's broad back. It was a desperate attempt to gain even a moment's respite, and now that Zenith was down, he had few options. Still, he had a mission, and ignoring the mutants, fling himself directly at Lilandra, crackling with energy, attempting to kill her by simply grappling her and letting his powers do the rest.
Despite the knife in his back, Bishop intercepted Electron's grapple, taking the place of Lilandra and in the circuit. He siphoned the energy quickly enough Zenith didn't have time to process, releasing it back directly to create a feed back loop, knowing the mechanics of how fuses were blown and applying the same principal. Despite that, Bishop wrapped up with a grapple of his own and several inhumanly hard punches to the armored man's exposed temples and throat just in case.
The man crumpled, beaten into unconsciousness, and slid bonelessly to the floor.
"Enough. We have wasted enough time." Gingerly, Lilandra stepped through the carnage on the floor and forced herself to breath evenly through her nose. Panic, grief and regret would serve her no purpose at the moment. But rage. Oh yes, that one was quite useful. "We leave this place now and I'll see this finished tonight if it is the last thing I do."
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