Genosha: Onwards To Victory:
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xp_logsLorna's team encounters mutate Sarah.
Mutate 1337 scanned the mutants standing before her, flanked on either side by Magistrates. Assessing them briefly, she decided the best course of action would be to eliminate North's powers from the equation, doing so with prejudice and a shot of pain throughout his body, adding insult to injury as it were. The rest of them she'd let her lackeys attack at first and hung back, wordlessly waiting to see how the battle unfolded.
Angel would admit, she was momentarily thrown by the appearance of Mutate 1337 - Sarah Vale. The "moment" lasted all of about two seconds, when the Magistrates flanking the mutate swarmed in to begin their attack. Surprise and shock would have to wait. The gunshots started, and Angel threw out a shield comprised of heat and flame that turned as many bullets as she could hit into harmless metal liquid.
Hearing the gun shots, Lorna held up her hand to stop the bullets from moving - as Angel melted them. The metal liquid was burning as she forced the metal towards the Magistrates, allowing the burning metal to burn into the skin of the men. Lorna already had to fight one of the students and she wasn't looking forward to a fight with another one. "Knock her out and quickly."
"Easier said than done, Polaris," Jean-Phillipe observed in a low growl. The mutates had clearly been...augmented with powers not their own, designed to make them more durable and deadly. He remembered the hulking form of Yvette, or Mutate 105. Nearly every encounter with one of their former friends and teammates had been a desperate affair, won only by the thinnest of margins. He sent a heavy bolt of electricity into a small stepdown transformer, combining their objective - destruction of the power plant, with hampering the reinforcements, as the exploding machinery knocked two of the Magistrates backward several feet.
North wasn’t paying much attention to the rest of the team right then. His muscles had seized upon Sarah’s mental attack, pain lancing through his unnaturally rigid body as he clenched his teeth against a shout. In its place was pained groan. The familiar taste of copper filled his mouth, indicating that his nose had started to bleed.
When the rush of pain left him, he collapsed to his knees, shielded from Angel’s fire and enemy gunfire only by Lorna’s body. Eyes shut, he forced his breathing to even as he drew upon his powers for possibilities to choose from and… came up blank. “Shit,” he spat a wad of blood onto the road, and struggled to his feet. “She fried my powers.”
Jean-Phillipe wanted to disbelieve it. Sarah Vale did not have such powers. Except that she had done it to Jean previously. But the neutralization had clearly not been an area effect, as electricity still crackled around his fists. The mutate standing at the back of the squad, head cocked curiously, offended him somehow. Perhaps it was only his interpretation, but it seemed like there was the vaguest hint of sadism in that non-expression. So he charged forward, unconcerned by the bullets Lorna and Angel had neutralized, and in among the Genoshans. The more the mutate Sarah Vale hung back, the more dangerous it would be.
Angel looked over at North, her eyes widening. Fried his powers? Jesus, what was it with this place and taking everyone's powers? The redhead gritted her teeth together as she took to the air, dodging a few bullets and giving herself a bird's eye view of the battle area. She saw Jean-Phillipe take off, saw the empty shell of Sarah Vale standing at the back of the Magistrates, saw - whoops, more bullets. Angel dodged quickly, sending a fireball at the group who dared to shoot at her. And she took off, rolling in and out of bullets and setting a course for where Sarah stood.
When North went down, Lorna went over to him and set up a force field to shield him from the bullets. "Fried...?" Half disbelieving and looked over at Sarah. "Fuck..." Well, this wasn't going to be a walk in the park. Well first she had to make the Magistrates stop shooting at them, which she could help. Lorna used her powers and picked the bullets off the ground and sent them flying back to their original owners. That would stop them.
A hint of a smirk appeared on her face. Jean-Phillipe was charging her, his power sparking and flashing from his fists as he drew closer. Mutate 1337 raised one of her hands, palm facing outward in the universal 'stop' gesture as she focused her assault on him. The attack was two-fold: shut down the other mutant's powers completely, and jolt his nervous system hard enough to painfully knock him off of his feet. All of them would fall in time, he just happened to be the next in line.
Jean-Phillipe staggered, clutching at his chest. If this was what a heart attack felt like, he did not recommend it. Or at least, the sarcastic bit at the back of his brain that wasn't occupied with searing pain would have said that. It felt like Fred had grabbed him around the chest and squeezed. His vision blackened and narrowed at the edges. The assault on his power was perhaps more effective than even Mutate 1337 intended. Without his specialized system creating electricity, his nervous system was starved for energy. His fingers and toes tingled, and the sensation spread up his limbs, a numb inability to make them do the correct thing. He stumbled to one knee, and the remains of the Genoshan squad closed in like hungry dogs.
Lorna felt the electrical drop in the air and looked over at Jean. "Shit..." And flew over to JPC, she landed at his side and the explosion of metal erupted from Lorna's remaining armor and the squad went down. "Angel, provide me cover please." Lorna yelled, for any other remaining Genoshan members.
The last time Lorna did anything like this was to shut down someone's brain. Lorna wasn't even sure if she could do this, with her powers not being what they used to be. But he might be dying, Lorna couldn't watch her own friend and teammate die. So she decided to just do it, she had too. Touching his head she focused her magnetic powers to his nervous system, to get his juices flowing again.
Divide and conquer, that was how you brought enemies down, and then took them home to benefit the country. Mutate 1337 allowed herself a single bit of satisfaction and then focused her attentions on the room itself. Power from outside flowed to the lights, to the temperature controls, to the emergency alarm systems, to the fire suppression systems, to the RFID tag readers, to the door locks. All of it was hers, and it was good.
The lights went first, flicking on and off and on and off and on and off in a repeating but otherwise irregular pattern, and then were joined by blasts of cold air and sound from the aircon and the alarms. Let them deal with that, while her magistrates, while the magistrates supporting her - while the loyal Genoshans she protected - took down the mutants safely.
Inside, the force field, North had steadily reloaded all of his weapons, keeping a sharp eye on the going ons while he took the opportunity to catch his breath and wipe the blood from his face. So when the shield dropped unexpectedly as Lorna’s focus shifted to Jean-Phillipe, the marksman was ready. He sprung forward with cold determination, rifle in one hand and gun in the other.
The Maverick did not need mutant powers to kill, and he most certainly did not need mutant powers to fire a gun.
With a steady burst of fire, he took out the first row of attackers closing in on the pair on the ground, spraying the ground near Jean-Phillipe’s feet with blood as he leapt for cover behind an overturned vehicle for a reload. A hail of bullets slammed into the metal and he opened fire again from a crouch, rifle barrel lying atop the base of the armoured car. A picture of his bullet-ridden body slammed into his head, signalling the return of his powers, and he hastily ducked for cover, inordinately glad for the rush of visions that flicked past his mind’s eye almost too fast for him to catch.
That was all North needed. Ignoring the distracting lights, the throb from his knee and the increasing heaviness of the atmosphere resulting from Mutate 1337’s activation of a halon system, he emerged from cover. He killed the attacking magistrates with precision that could only stem from knowing the future – just one bullet per person was all it took – attempting to draw the fight away from Lorna and Jean-Phillippe without getting shot.
“I’ll cover them. Knock out the mutate,” he told Angel shortly when she happened to fly low enough to hear him without needing to shout. “Or I will.” Killing the mutate was the last thing North wanted to do, but he readily accepted that if she needed to be gunned down by him for the rest them to get out alive, then he fucking hell would do it.
Angel had veered off when she'd seen Jean-Phillipe go down, doing her best to cover while Lorna attempted to save his life and at the same time trying to avoid drawing the attention of the mutate - not that losing her powers would threaten her life or anything, but she really didn't want to be powerless in the middle of this.
It was with a sudden shock that Angel lost altitude; she barely managed to turn up the heat enough to catch herself. "Oh you've got to be kidding me!" She groaned as the air around her thickened, becoming harder to heat. This was just what she needed. She swooped down lower and caught North's order, picking up the unspoken words - if she didn't knock Sarah out, he'd shoot her. Fine.
Angel flew back up, cursing just a bit when her heat threatened to cut again. She wasn't going to be able to focus on staying afloat and knocking out the mutate, so she landed, pressing her back against a wall so she wouldn't be snuck up on and focusing her attention on the mutate, who was still focused on Jean-Phillipe and Lorna. Her mind was running a mile a minute: what was the best way to knock a person out that didn't involve being able to create exploding fireballs...?
Got it! Angel moved quickly and quietly so she was closer to Sarah, silently begging fate to just give her this one thing - let there be enough oxygen in the air for her to pull this off. She held out her hands, pressing her lips tightly together and holding her breath as she began heating the air around her, extending the invisible bubble of warmth so it wrapped around Sarah as well. And Angel carefully began steadily kicking up the temperature. A little bit of heat exhaustion wouldn't hurt her. Now Sarah, on the other hand...
The magnetic field from Lorna kept Jean-Phillipe conscious, though able to do little but gasp for air and flop around a bit on the concrete. The agony went on for what seemed like hours, until, with a snap, his powers returned. He sat bolt upright with a huge intake of breath, still clutching at his chest. At least his limbs were obeying his brain's commands again. He turned to look at where Mutate 1337 had been, just in time to see her eyes roll up in her head as she keeled over. He looked past her to a beaming Angel, who was clasping her hands over her head and waving them back and forth.
Winner by knockout, Firestar.
Mutate 1337 scanned the mutants standing before her, flanked on either side by Magistrates. Assessing them briefly, she decided the best course of action would be to eliminate North's powers from the equation, doing so with prejudice and a shot of pain throughout his body, adding insult to injury as it were. The rest of them she'd let her lackeys attack at first and hung back, wordlessly waiting to see how the battle unfolded.
Angel would admit, she was momentarily thrown by the appearance of Mutate 1337 - Sarah Vale. The "moment" lasted all of about two seconds, when the Magistrates flanking the mutate swarmed in to begin their attack. Surprise and shock would have to wait. The gunshots started, and Angel threw out a shield comprised of heat and flame that turned as many bullets as she could hit into harmless metal liquid.
Hearing the gun shots, Lorna held up her hand to stop the bullets from moving - as Angel melted them. The metal liquid was burning as she forced the metal towards the Magistrates, allowing the burning metal to burn into the skin of the men. Lorna already had to fight one of the students and she wasn't looking forward to a fight with another one. "Knock her out and quickly."
"Easier said than done, Polaris," Jean-Phillipe observed in a low growl. The mutates had clearly been...augmented with powers not their own, designed to make them more durable and deadly. He remembered the hulking form of Yvette, or Mutate 105. Nearly every encounter with one of their former friends and teammates had been a desperate affair, won only by the thinnest of margins. He sent a heavy bolt of electricity into a small stepdown transformer, combining their objective - destruction of the power plant, with hampering the reinforcements, as the exploding machinery knocked two of the Magistrates backward several feet.
North wasn’t paying much attention to the rest of the team right then. His muscles had seized upon Sarah’s mental attack, pain lancing through his unnaturally rigid body as he clenched his teeth against a shout. In its place was pained groan. The familiar taste of copper filled his mouth, indicating that his nose had started to bleed.
When the rush of pain left him, he collapsed to his knees, shielded from Angel’s fire and enemy gunfire only by Lorna’s body. Eyes shut, he forced his breathing to even as he drew upon his powers for possibilities to choose from and… came up blank. “Shit,” he spat a wad of blood onto the road, and struggled to his feet. “She fried my powers.”
Jean-Phillipe wanted to disbelieve it. Sarah Vale did not have such powers. Except that she had done it to Jean previously. But the neutralization had clearly not been an area effect, as electricity still crackled around his fists. The mutate standing at the back of the squad, head cocked curiously, offended him somehow. Perhaps it was only his interpretation, but it seemed like there was the vaguest hint of sadism in that non-expression. So he charged forward, unconcerned by the bullets Lorna and Angel had neutralized, and in among the Genoshans. The more the mutate Sarah Vale hung back, the more dangerous it would be.
Angel looked over at North, her eyes widening. Fried his powers? Jesus, what was it with this place and taking everyone's powers? The redhead gritted her teeth together as she took to the air, dodging a few bullets and giving herself a bird's eye view of the battle area. She saw Jean-Phillipe take off, saw the empty shell of Sarah Vale standing at the back of the Magistrates, saw - whoops, more bullets. Angel dodged quickly, sending a fireball at the group who dared to shoot at her. And she took off, rolling in and out of bullets and setting a course for where Sarah stood.
When North went down, Lorna went over to him and set up a force field to shield him from the bullets. "Fried...?" Half disbelieving and looked over at Sarah. "Fuck..." Well, this wasn't going to be a walk in the park. Well first she had to make the Magistrates stop shooting at them, which she could help. Lorna used her powers and picked the bullets off the ground and sent them flying back to their original owners. That would stop them.
A hint of a smirk appeared on her face. Jean-Phillipe was charging her, his power sparking and flashing from his fists as he drew closer. Mutate 1337 raised one of her hands, palm facing outward in the universal 'stop' gesture as she focused her assault on him. The attack was two-fold: shut down the other mutant's powers completely, and jolt his nervous system hard enough to painfully knock him off of his feet. All of them would fall in time, he just happened to be the next in line.
Jean-Phillipe staggered, clutching at his chest. If this was what a heart attack felt like, he did not recommend it. Or at least, the sarcastic bit at the back of his brain that wasn't occupied with searing pain would have said that. It felt like Fred had grabbed him around the chest and squeezed. His vision blackened and narrowed at the edges. The assault on his power was perhaps more effective than even Mutate 1337 intended. Without his specialized system creating electricity, his nervous system was starved for energy. His fingers and toes tingled, and the sensation spread up his limbs, a numb inability to make them do the correct thing. He stumbled to one knee, and the remains of the Genoshan squad closed in like hungry dogs.
Lorna felt the electrical drop in the air and looked over at Jean. "Shit..." And flew over to JPC, she landed at his side and the explosion of metal erupted from Lorna's remaining armor and the squad went down. "Angel, provide me cover please." Lorna yelled, for any other remaining Genoshan members.
The last time Lorna did anything like this was to shut down someone's brain. Lorna wasn't even sure if she could do this, with her powers not being what they used to be. But he might be dying, Lorna couldn't watch her own friend and teammate die. So she decided to just do it, she had too. Touching his head she focused her magnetic powers to his nervous system, to get his juices flowing again.
Divide and conquer, that was how you brought enemies down, and then took them home to benefit the country. Mutate 1337 allowed herself a single bit of satisfaction and then focused her attentions on the room itself. Power from outside flowed to the lights, to the temperature controls, to the emergency alarm systems, to the fire suppression systems, to the RFID tag readers, to the door locks. All of it was hers, and it was good.
The lights went first, flicking on and off and on and off and on and off in a repeating but otherwise irregular pattern, and then were joined by blasts of cold air and sound from the aircon and the alarms. Let them deal with that, while her magistrates, while the magistrates supporting her - while the loyal Genoshans she protected - took down the mutants safely.
Inside, the force field, North had steadily reloaded all of his weapons, keeping a sharp eye on the going ons while he took the opportunity to catch his breath and wipe the blood from his face. So when the shield dropped unexpectedly as Lorna’s focus shifted to Jean-Phillipe, the marksman was ready. He sprung forward with cold determination, rifle in one hand and gun in the other.
The Maverick did not need mutant powers to kill, and he most certainly did not need mutant powers to fire a gun.
With a steady burst of fire, he took out the first row of attackers closing in on the pair on the ground, spraying the ground near Jean-Phillipe’s feet with blood as he leapt for cover behind an overturned vehicle for a reload. A hail of bullets slammed into the metal and he opened fire again from a crouch, rifle barrel lying atop the base of the armoured car. A picture of his bullet-ridden body slammed into his head, signalling the return of his powers, and he hastily ducked for cover, inordinately glad for the rush of visions that flicked past his mind’s eye almost too fast for him to catch.
That was all North needed. Ignoring the distracting lights, the throb from his knee and the increasing heaviness of the atmosphere resulting from Mutate 1337’s activation of a halon system, he emerged from cover. He killed the attacking magistrates with precision that could only stem from knowing the future – just one bullet per person was all it took – attempting to draw the fight away from Lorna and Jean-Phillippe without getting shot.
“I’ll cover them. Knock out the mutate,” he told Angel shortly when she happened to fly low enough to hear him without needing to shout. “Or I will.” Killing the mutate was the last thing North wanted to do, but he readily accepted that if she needed to be gunned down by him for the rest them to get out alive, then he fucking hell would do it.
Angel had veered off when she'd seen Jean-Phillipe go down, doing her best to cover while Lorna attempted to save his life and at the same time trying to avoid drawing the attention of the mutate - not that losing her powers would threaten her life or anything, but she really didn't want to be powerless in the middle of this.
It was with a sudden shock that Angel lost altitude; she barely managed to turn up the heat enough to catch herself. "Oh you've got to be kidding me!" She groaned as the air around her thickened, becoming harder to heat. This was just what she needed. She swooped down lower and caught North's order, picking up the unspoken words - if she didn't knock Sarah out, he'd shoot her. Fine.
Angel flew back up, cursing just a bit when her heat threatened to cut again. She wasn't going to be able to focus on staying afloat and knocking out the mutate, so she landed, pressing her back against a wall so she wouldn't be snuck up on and focusing her attention on the mutate, who was still focused on Jean-Phillipe and Lorna. Her mind was running a mile a minute: what was the best way to knock a person out that didn't involve being able to create exploding fireballs...?
Got it! Angel moved quickly and quietly so she was closer to Sarah, silently begging fate to just give her this one thing - let there be enough oxygen in the air for her to pull this off. She held out her hands, pressing her lips tightly together and holding her breath as she began heating the air around her, extending the invisible bubble of warmth so it wrapped around Sarah as well. And Angel carefully began steadily kicking up the temperature. A little bit of heat exhaustion wouldn't hurt her. Now Sarah, on the other hand...
The magnetic field from Lorna kept Jean-Phillipe conscious, though able to do little but gasp for air and flop around a bit on the concrete. The agony went on for what seemed like hours, until, with a snap, his powers returned. He sat bolt upright with a huge intake of breath, still clutching at his chest. At least his limbs were obeying his brain's commands again. He turned to look at where Mutate 1337 had been, just in time to see her eyes roll up in her head as she keeled over. He looked past her to a beaming Angel, who was clasping her hands over her head and waving them back and forth.
Winner by knockout, Firestar.
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