xp_logs | X-Men Mission: Skull Island 3

The X-Men deploy into teams to execute their missions.

“So, my suggestion is never doing that again.” Kane muttered as he stepped off the rear ramp of the Blackbird. The flight through the storm had tossed the advanced jet around like a paper plane. Even with just a cursory look, it was easy to see where the high winds had twisted metal struts and pulled up sections of the hull, making it look like it had been chewed by some giant creature on the way to the landing zone.

The LZ had been eyeballed by Scott coming in; a broad grassy hill surrounded by jungle, a short distance from one of the rivers emptying into the churning ocean around the island. It wasn’t large enough for a non-VTOL enabled craft to leave from, but for the Blackbird, it offered ample room for both take-off and repairs to be completed.

"I would second that most heartily," Hank agreed as he dropped onto solid ground again. He had always considered himself a good flyer, but the trip there was enough to call that assertion into question. He sank to all fours, just for a moment, glad that there was no roiling or shuddering beneath him. "Though I hope our craft is capable of returning us from whence we came all the same."

"Apres le pluie, le beau temps," Jean-Phillipe asserted, as if by stating a proverb, he could somehow influence the course of the weather. He squinted up at the sky, then scanned the area around their landing site. Thankfully his time spent as a dockworker, and a bit of time on shipping lines, had inured him to the worst effects of weather and motion sickness. He glanced over to Scott for direction.

The X-man had already been running his hands over the sides of the metal, fingers tugging at the tortured and twisted metal. He'd known the plane would see them through, but not even Scott had expected the weather to be so bad. "Barring some kinda miracle fix, I think we're best riding out the weather before we try flying out of here," the man agreed as he stepped back, casting a measured eye out across the landscape. "We've got a few things we need to get done, so it makes sense for us to break off into three teams to take care of them all faster. I wanna catch the first good weather out of here...team one with me, we'll find those survivors, a second team with Logan can head in after the intel and team three can provide support from here and see what can be done about getting the Blackbird airworthy again.

Logan was more than glad to get off the Blackbird. Flying wasn't his favorite thing to do. He tolerated it well enough even with the bumps but this one had been especially bad. The feel of solid ground under his feet was more than welcome. He arched his back and stretched out some of the muscle tension. "Whatever, sounds good to me. The sooner we get this all done, the better for everyone and the Blackbird."

Jean double checked her medkit to make sure nothing had fallen out in their rough and tumble landing. Satisfied, she joined the others and offered the kit to team one after receiving their team assignments. "Anyone runs into critically wounded survivors radio or send me a thought and Clarice and I can head over there. Does that work for you?" she said to Clarice.

"Yep," Clarice agreed, trying to control her stomach. She didn't fly well mainly because she tended to be her own transportation and never really got used to it. Thankfully, she hadn't actually gotten sick, even if her stomach considered the idea seriously. She wasn't prone to motion sickness, but exceptions could be made for that flight. She checked her own kit before swinging it on her back. It wasn't good to haul for intel gathering, but she could stash it and get it later if needed. The bigger kit was Jean's anyways.

Kurt nodded, stashing the kit in his pack. “Let us hope the survivors are only walking wounded.”

"I'll man comms and keep an eye on things here." Dust turned from where she'd been surveying the plane. "Cyclops, I don't have the technical skills to really start fixing things, but I might be able to get at least a picture of what needs to happens for us to get out of here."

Scott's eyes flicked over to the science team, nodding at them, "If you guys can get started on the repairs then, and let Dust know what you need, or keep us updated through her. Everyone else, grab what you need and lets get started."

"Good news!" Miles announced, falling in line behind Scott. "I did not, in fact, puke in my mask. Good job, me. So, uh, where do we even start? There's a whole island to explore."

Using a hair tie, Tandy pulled her hair up to a high ponytail. The flight was interesting - but they had survived. "I am sure we have ways to find what we are looking for." She nodded to both Doctor Grey and Logan as she spoke to Miles.

Hank had never expected to find a place where he would be called on to repair a stealth jet on a deserted island, but this was turning into a pretty regular event - when he wasn't creating Faraday cages for magical artifacts or helping cure astrally-induced illnesses. His CV for graduate school was certainly going to be extensive. "We'll begin repairs immediately, and gather what data we can about our surroundings. The more we know about the island the easier it will be to predict when these meteorological patterns will shift."

"Where should I go, Mr. Sum-- er, Cyclops?" asked Nica, trying not to sound as unsure as she felt, especially in front of Miles. "I'm not really mechanical, but I've worked with Dr. Reed and Dr. McCoy on my powers, so I might be able to help take readings?"

Scott nodded slowly as he glanced over the assembled mix of mutants, not all of whom had managed to recover from the flight in. "That's a good idea, better to get split and started now. Spectrum, you and Dust can stay with the science crew and see if you can fix the jet and make some sense of the island we're on. Kane, Nightcrawler, Spiderman and Xavin, you're with me, everyone else, you're on intel gathering with Logan."

Rogue gave Scott a mock salute. "Anything you say, Cyclops. No arguments here." Nudging Logan with her shoulder, she grinned. "Guess I'm stuck with you again, old man. How does that keep happening? Is it because we're both ridiculously good looking, and the other teams would be intimidated if we were separated?," she teased.

Logan saluted Summers and glanced over the ones going with him briefly. All of them could take care of themselves, though he wasn't sure about Tandy's abilities in the field. If she was on the mission, she was probably fine. He nudged Rogue back with a deadpan look and shrugged. "Probably. Wouldn't want them distracted tryin' to figure out if something's wrong, ya know."

Xavin nodded tightly, awkwardly shuffling to adjust a uniform that was clinging a bit too much in the heat and humidity. "We got this." It was 98% bravado. LA didn't lead itself to jungle and Caribbean cruises growing up aside (and honestly, those had been more about the beaches), this landscape was utterly alien.

The moment the door opened, the wave of humid heat coming rolling in Sue's jacket came of, tossed back onto her seat as she glanced around at the rest of the party, blue eyes dancing away to the jungle that surrounded the plane as she tossed a jaunty salute at the field teams. "Sure, you go into the mysterious jungle that's probably teeming with all kinds of creepy crawlies and animals. Stay safe and sound right here sounds great."