xp_logs | The Dark Phoenix

Emma and Haller coordinate a psionic defense.

The battle aboveground was not going well, and they could hear the sounds of the assault getting closer and deeper into the mansion. Unless a miracle happened, it wasn't going to be a long time before Dark Phoenix made her way into the basement.

"Her telekinesis is already off the charts," Jim relayed; he was not willing to call whatever was currently invading their home "Jean". "If Cerebro goes down and the professor can't use it to disrupt her telepathy anymore we're done. Are you sure you can set up something that won't kill its circuits?"

"As sure as I can be," Sarah replied, biting her lip. "I mean, it's not like I do this every day or anything. Or ever before, really." Especially herself, she thought, things like this were nowhere near her strong suit but when called on she was going to do all she could to help. She'd set things up as well as she could, not being very familiar with the tech, but she was confident it could do what she asked it to do.

"I guess we'll find out." she quietly added.

"I could always send out an EM blast. It might help give a boost that can disrupt it but not destroy it completely." Lorna suggested.

Rachel floated over to Emma while the tech-y people sorted their thing-y between the two of them, coming to a rest next to the blonde as she gave a vague wave in the direction of nothing. She had been silent since Emma and Sarah had arrived after being dug out from the rubble, clearly lost in her own grief and troubling thoughts, which she now tried and failed to voice. “It feels…” The redhead sighed, abandoning several attempts to speak before she settled for: “Time to prepare for the worst?”

Emma laughed, but there was no humour in it at all. "The worst?" she said. "I tore out my own heart today. Watched myself hold it in my hand and let it stop beating. And that was probably the fun part of the day. I don't think we can be prepared for what's coming for us." Emma stopped suddenly, closed her eyes, opened them again. "Yes," she said calmly. "We should be preparing for the worst. We don't have many choices, Rachel. Try and stay alive. Die. I tend to think the first is preferable. I suspect this is a two team option. Psychics on one team, the physical hitters on the other. I think we need to talk to Jim."

Mention of his name was enough; Jim made eye contact with the other psis, then turned back to Lorna.

"Looks like they need me. You and Sarah going to be okay?" The question was controlled, impersonal, but the way his mismatched eyes flicked to her broken leg before coming to rest on her face indicated it wasn't strategy he was concerned about.

Lorna nodded, "Of course. We will have your backs." She reached over and put a hand on his shoulder. "Be careful." She didn't know what was going to happen and nothing could ease the feeling she was getting in the pit of her stomach.

Jim reached up to squeeze her hand in return and gave her as much of a smile as he could muster. "You, too," he said. "See you on the other side."

With a final squeeze, her friend disengaged to join the others.

"I'll make sure to open my best wine." She called out to Jim and looked over at Sarah, "Lets kick some ass."