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xp_logs2012-06-02 03:39 pm
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Genosha - Step by Step: Don't Stop the Signal
While broadcasting the messages to the Genoshan people, a squad led by Commander Semoko and Mutate 42 attacks, and only the sacrifice of the Commission members can save the team.
Sooraya was on lookout duty in the doorway as the rest of the group was inside the control building, so she was the first one to see the team of Magistrates, led by Commander Semoko, striding purposefully down the hall towards them. Among them was Laurie, shaved head with a number branded onto it.
Her eyes widened immediately as she saw the team heading this way. She whirled around, mentally already preparing to shift. "Heads up, there are Magistrates nearby. There is also a mutate with them." She called out softly, trying not to interrupt the broadcast going on. "They'll be here in a few moments."
"That is not good." Kane muttered, as he watched Joseph and Jobeth speak to the cameras, narrating the horrible images and proof of the widespread mutate process. "Sooraya. Get up to the evac point and warn Jean. If they're coming for us, they might be coming for them." He left his chair, tapping Bishop on the shoulder as he went by. "We need to bottle up a strike team as long as possible. Corridor doglegs just past the doors. Think we can slow them down there?"
Bishop nodded, raising up out of his chair. "They armed? You and I might be better suited to brawling so the mutate isn't accidentally shot." He didn't know who they were about to see yet but it was easier to think of any of their own as 'mutate.'
Joseph raised his eyes to watch Garrison and Bishop talk before turning back to face the camera with a sinking feeling in his gut. He knew the magistrates would respond, he just hadn't expected them to start the attack this fast. He glanced down at the notes in his hand before looking back up directly at the camera. He wasn't going to let anything stop him from getting his message out to he people of Genosha, not even the magistrates he had believed in so recently.
Of course this had to happen. There wasn't a chance things could just progress smoothly from here on out. John lit himself a cigarette despite the no smoking sign, got out of his seat and headed for the corridor. He could stop the enemy's approach with fire, but since they had a mutate with them, they were going to have to be careful.
Kane started to move down the hallway, his stolen pistol up. He was still a well trained combatant without his powers, but brawling against machineguns unarmed was not his idea of a wise move. When he reached the turn, he peered around, and ducked back as several rounds whizzed past his head.
"Yup. They're armed!" He said dryly, as he returned fire. "A little support would be a good thing!"
Nico looked up, and quickly stood. "Define support. I have more than enough juice to make them think twice before storming in." She would need to make an effort not to level everything in her path, which meant extra energy. Whatever the case Nico followed Kane. "Unless you want me to cut loose and turn them to dust. I could always do that."
Kane's response was cut off as the flashbangs went past him at the corner, and he was tossed backwards by the blast. Commander Semoko pointed her first squad forward, hoping the light and the noise would allow them to overrun the enemy positions. Kane went scrabbled backwards, trying to clear his sight. His shots went wild, but delayed them long enough for him to find some cover in the studio entrance.
"Mutate 42. Flush them out." She said, and let slip the leash.
Mutate 42's skin and hands glowed purple with a think viscous substance that quickly moved to cover the rest of her body, including the long claws on her fingers and toes. She did not speak, merely glanced at the enemies before her, choosing her first victim before dropping to all fours and moving forward at a lope.
A blast of red concussive energy fired to intercept the mutate, blasting her against a wall as Bishop moved to corner her away from the main group. He didn't like the look of the claws or the ooze and might be more resistant to it than others.
Mutate 42 shook her head and then bared her teeth at her attacker, her claws scrabbling at the ground before digging in, she would not be so easily blown back next time. She started moving forward again, slower this time as she anchored herself with her feet claws at each step.
"Oh no you won't", muttered Nico as she extended a hand and focused on the mutate. "dnuorG dnib." Several tentacles made of the ground sprung to life, quickly holding the mutate by the torso, and moving to it's limbs. "Can't really hold her well enough without hurting her though, so we might want to get a move on- I still can deliver some chaos if we need a diversion."
"Let's see if we can make this a private party." Kane laid down a volley of fire that drove Semoko's first squad back from their defensive crouch at the door. One of them tried to rush into the studio, and the Canadian shot him twice, neatly in the chest. No one saw the wince. Some of the X-Men saw themselves as soldiers, but deep down, Kane never set aside the cop part of his personality, which told him that in life or death situations, you made sure it was the other guy that didn't go home after, but you never really accepted it. As the man fell, Kane moved forward, and grabbed the gas grenade from his webbelt. No one would ever confuse him for Halladay with his throw, but he deposited it down the hall, filling it with choking riot gas.
"That'll slow them down for a few minutes - keep the feed on longer. Bishop, get Nico and John! I'll follow with Joseph and Jobeth." He yelled, but as he started to retreat, was stopped by Jobeth's hand on his chest.
"That won't be necessary, Mister Kane. Joseph and I will cover your retreat."
"That's suicide." Kane started to protest, but was cut off. The tall, eldery black woman drew herself up, her charisma matched only by her immense dignity and resolve.
"They said that to us before. The eight of us who agreed to dive a mile under the ocean and tunnel further down, seeking the oil that represented Genosha's last hope. I was not afraid then, and I am not afraid now."
Joseph got up and walked over to stand by Jobeth, "Go," he said quietly. Bright eyes swept across the room and Joseph surveyed the younger mutants gathered before him. "We were here at the beginning, please let us see this through to the end."
Kane gaze switched between the two of them, and the snarling, trapped Laurie before he nodded, following Bishop and the others out the door. Behind them, the sounds of the Magistrates regrouping we obvious. Jobeth walked over to Laurie, and her eyes flashed an orange light as the bonds tightened around the mutate, holding her even more firmly, reinforced by concrete moving at her whim.
"Daughter, this fight is not for you either." She touched Laurie's face, briefly, with a sad smile. "You are here because we did not want to see. Fools. Old fools."
Joseph clapped his hands, and a thread of flame danced between them. In their youth, they had cut through living rock with fire, and shaped tons of it to their use. Age had sapped much of that strength, but not all. Jobeth came to stand beside him. "To be fair, you were a fool when you were young too." That earned a brief, white grin as the Magistrates came through the door, pausing at the sight of two living legends on the other side of the law. Semoko didn't pause.
"If they don't move, kill them."
Outside, Kane followed the other up as the first sounds of automatic weapon fire reached him, along with the telltale sounds of kinetic mutant abilities. He closed the last security door, aware that they would be long gone by the time the Magistrates reached them, and the price that was paid to allow that to happen. What he couldn't see was all around him, in every apartment and bar and office, Genoshans had turned on their televisions, hearing the accusations from two of their most beloved citizens. Semoko hadn't realized the cameras had been left on.
And the nation watched the final moments of Joseph Nku Reneau and Jobeth Razafimanjaka; proud, defient and violently short in passing.
Sooraya was on lookout duty in the doorway as the rest of the group was inside the control building, so she was the first one to see the team of Magistrates, led by Commander Semoko, striding purposefully down the hall towards them. Among them was Laurie, shaved head with a number branded onto it.
Her eyes widened immediately as she saw the team heading this way. She whirled around, mentally already preparing to shift. "Heads up, there are Magistrates nearby. There is also a mutate with them." She called out softly, trying not to interrupt the broadcast going on. "They'll be here in a few moments."
"That is not good." Kane muttered, as he watched Joseph and Jobeth speak to the cameras, narrating the horrible images and proof of the widespread mutate process. "Sooraya. Get up to the evac point and warn Jean. If they're coming for us, they might be coming for them." He left his chair, tapping Bishop on the shoulder as he went by. "We need to bottle up a strike team as long as possible. Corridor doglegs just past the doors. Think we can slow them down there?"
Bishop nodded, raising up out of his chair. "They armed? You and I might be better suited to brawling so the mutate isn't accidentally shot." He didn't know who they were about to see yet but it was easier to think of any of their own as 'mutate.'
Joseph raised his eyes to watch Garrison and Bishop talk before turning back to face the camera with a sinking feeling in his gut. He knew the magistrates would respond, he just hadn't expected them to start the attack this fast. He glanced down at the notes in his hand before looking back up directly at the camera. He wasn't going to let anything stop him from getting his message out to he people of Genosha, not even the magistrates he had believed in so recently.
Of course this had to happen. There wasn't a chance things could just progress smoothly from here on out. John lit himself a cigarette despite the no smoking sign, got out of his seat and headed for the corridor. He could stop the enemy's approach with fire, but since they had a mutate with them, they were going to have to be careful.
Kane started to move down the hallway, his stolen pistol up. He was still a well trained combatant without his powers, but brawling against machineguns unarmed was not his idea of a wise move. When he reached the turn, he peered around, and ducked back as several rounds whizzed past his head.
"Yup. They're armed!" He said dryly, as he returned fire. "A little support would be a good thing!"
Nico looked up, and quickly stood. "Define support. I have more than enough juice to make them think twice before storming in." She would need to make an effort not to level everything in her path, which meant extra energy. Whatever the case Nico followed Kane. "Unless you want me to cut loose and turn them to dust. I could always do that."
Kane's response was cut off as the flashbangs went past him at the corner, and he was tossed backwards by the blast. Commander Semoko pointed her first squad forward, hoping the light and the noise would allow them to overrun the enemy positions. Kane went scrabbled backwards, trying to clear his sight. His shots went wild, but delayed them long enough for him to find some cover in the studio entrance.
"Mutate 42. Flush them out." She said, and let slip the leash.
Mutate 42's skin and hands glowed purple with a think viscous substance that quickly moved to cover the rest of her body, including the long claws on her fingers and toes. She did not speak, merely glanced at the enemies before her, choosing her first victim before dropping to all fours and moving forward at a lope.
A blast of red concussive energy fired to intercept the mutate, blasting her against a wall as Bishop moved to corner her away from the main group. He didn't like the look of the claws or the ooze and might be more resistant to it than others.
Mutate 42 shook her head and then bared her teeth at her attacker, her claws scrabbling at the ground before digging in, she would not be so easily blown back next time. She started moving forward again, slower this time as she anchored herself with her feet claws at each step.
"Oh no you won't", muttered Nico as she extended a hand and focused on the mutate. "dnuorG dnib." Several tentacles made of the ground sprung to life, quickly holding the mutate by the torso, and moving to it's limbs. "Can't really hold her well enough without hurting her though, so we might want to get a move on- I still can deliver some chaos if we need a diversion."
"Let's see if we can make this a private party." Kane laid down a volley of fire that drove Semoko's first squad back from their defensive crouch at the door. One of them tried to rush into the studio, and the Canadian shot him twice, neatly in the chest. No one saw the wince. Some of the X-Men saw themselves as soldiers, but deep down, Kane never set aside the cop part of his personality, which told him that in life or death situations, you made sure it was the other guy that didn't go home after, but you never really accepted it. As the man fell, Kane moved forward, and grabbed the gas grenade from his webbelt. No one would ever confuse him for Halladay with his throw, but he deposited it down the hall, filling it with choking riot gas.
"That'll slow them down for a few minutes - keep the feed on longer. Bishop, get Nico and John! I'll follow with Joseph and Jobeth." He yelled, but as he started to retreat, was stopped by Jobeth's hand on his chest.
"That won't be necessary, Mister Kane. Joseph and I will cover your retreat."
"That's suicide." Kane started to protest, but was cut off. The tall, eldery black woman drew herself up, her charisma matched only by her immense dignity and resolve.
"They said that to us before. The eight of us who agreed to dive a mile under the ocean and tunnel further down, seeking the oil that represented Genosha's last hope. I was not afraid then, and I am not afraid now."
Joseph got up and walked over to stand by Jobeth, "Go," he said quietly. Bright eyes swept across the room and Joseph surveyed the younger mutants gathered before him. "We were here at the beginning, please let us see this through to the end."
Kane gaze switched between the two of them, and the snarling, trapped Laurie before he nodded, following Bishop and the others out the door. Behind them, the sounds of the Magistrates regrouping we obvious. Jobeth walked over to Laurie, and her eyes flashed an orange light as the bonds tightened around the mutate, holding her even more firmly, reinforced by concrete moving at her whim.
"Daughter, this fight is not for you either." She touched Laurie's face, briefly, with a sad smile. "You are here because we did not want to see. Fools. Old fools."
Joseph clapped his hands, and a thread of flame danced between them. In their youth, they had cut through living rock with fire, and shaped tons of it to their use. Age had sapped much of that strength, but not all. Jobeth came to stand beside him. "To be fair, you were a fool when you were young too." That earned a brief, white grin as the Magistrates came through the door, pausing at the sight of two living legends on the other side of the law. Semoko didn't pause.
"If they don't move, kill them."
Outside, Kane followed the other up as the first sounds of automatic weapon fire reached him, along with the telltale sounds of kinetic mutant abilities. He closed the last security door, aware that they would be long gone by the time the Magistrates reached them, and the price that was paid to allow that to happen. What he couldn't see was all around him, in every apartment and bar and office, Genoshans had turned on their televisions, hearing the accusations from two of their most beloved citizens. Semoko hadn't realized the cameras had been left on.
And the nation watched the final moments of Joseph Nku Reneau and Jobeth Razafimanjaka; proud, defient and violently short in passing.
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