For Treason, Act IV, Scene viii
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xp_logsThe heavy hitters bring down the house. Phoenix, Blink, and Spectrum tear out the Weapon X facility, root and branch.
From an outcrop higher on the mountain, Jean stared down at the facility nestled in the Canadian wilderness, jutting out from the rock like a tumor. Harsh red and yellow alarm lights pulsed like a heartbeat, faint warning sirens bleeding into Logan’s recorded message.
A gaggle of minds talked over each other in her head, flickering in and out. Each surge of thought drove a spike of pain through her skull. Her stomach churned with nausea, but Jean forced herself to ignore it, to focus on her walls.
She glanced over at Blink and Spectrum. “Alright. Everyone's out. There might be some feedback from whatever time-wimey stuff was going on in there, so keep an eye out while we take the place down. You ready?” Nica nodded. She'd been recovering her strength while the rest of the team were searching for and rescuing their people - her powers didn't lend themselves well to either and the EMP had taken everything she had. But now she was more than ready to get back into action. "I can overload the power generators while you take out the structure." It wasn't a question as she flexed her gloved hands.
"I can just... remove the structure," Blink agreed, solemnly. This blight on humanity needed to go and maybe they shouldn't be judge, jury and executioner, but.... they were there and it needed doing. This was why she'd left the X-Men. Because sometimes, terrible things needed to happen. She couldn't blink away the entire building, but she could certainly bring it down. She raised her hands, opening more portals than she ever had before, feeling the pull of the earth through them.
Jean didn’t answer right away. Her gaze dropped back to the facility as the lights pulsed, and then jumped. For a split second, a section of the structure looked further along in its collapse, steel already crumpled, walls already gone, before snapping back to the present. The shift hit her like a spike behind the eyes. She bit back a gasp, hissing between her teeth.
“Time’s skipping,” she muttered, just as Nica shot past them in a streak of light, already heading for the generators.
The younger X-Man didn't hesitate, flashing through the walls of the structure on a collision course with the power generators she could sense deep in the middle of the complex. Jean was right, there was something weird about the energy of certain areas, and she had to focus harder to hold onto her infra-red form, growing hotter and hotter until the heat radiated off her in waves. Then she hit the generator, the excess of heated radiation pushing it into overload and there was a WHUMP it exploded.
Jean reached out. The entire structure bucked under her telekinesis. Metal screamed as supports bent inward, glass collapsing in on itself instead of out. She drove the pressure down, concrete cracking, steel folding under the force she poured into it. For a flicker, it jumped ahead again, more damage, more collapse, then slammed back. Jean held it there anyway, jaw set against the pain.
“Do it,” she snapped.
Blink's portals pulsed purple, opening and closing in waves as she took out structural supports and the interior guts of the building in slides, portal after portal shifting and moving, different areas of the building giving way from her work as it collapsed in on itself. She was already a mess from her work in the building, but sweat ran in rivulets down her grimy face as she breathed steadily, portal after portal removing key parts of the building. Computers, interfaces, electrical panels, nothing was safe.
A streak of red light shot out of the far side of the facility and looped upwards into the sky above. Nica hung in place, watching the buildings crumble and fall and burn with a dark sort of exaltation. Like Scott, she didn't get to give her powers free rein very often, and the scale of destruction the small group of mutants could pull off was almost frightening to behold.
Jean watched the facility struggle to hold together through the noise in her head. Sirens wailed. Metal shrieked. For split seconds at a time, pieces of the structure skipped forward in time, already collapsed before snapping back just long enough to fall apart all over again.
"Enough."
Her telekinesis slammed down harder. Time to end the World.
The mountain itself groaned beneath the pressure. The center of the facility caved first, floors pancaking downward as steel supports twisted and snapped. One of Blink’s portals sheared through the upper levels at the same moment Jean ripped the foundation out from under it, and the entire structure lurched sideways into itself.
Concrete, glass, fire, and metal disappeared into the collapse.
Jean held it there until nothing remained but burning wreckage and settling debris.
Then the pain caught up with her.
Blood ran warm from her nose, dripping onto her uniform as her focus finally slipped, and the last crumbling section of the facility thundered down into the mountain.
By the time Clarice closed the last portal, standing up upright took a significant amount of energy. Swaying slightly, she grinned maniacally at Jean, all teeth. "I think it's broken," she slurred.
Touching down beside them, her usual light-footed grace turning into a tired stumble, Nica looked the two of them over. Then she reached for her comm. “We need a pick up for three,” she said into it, voice flat with fatigue. “Time to go home.”
From an outcrop higher on the mountain, Jean stared down at the facility nestled in the Canadian wilderness, jutting out from the rock like a tumor. Harsh red and yellow alarm lights pulsed like a heartbeat, faint warning sirens bleeding into Logan’s recorded message.
A gaggle of minds talked over each other in her head, flickering in and out. Each surge of thought drove a spike of pain through her skull. Her stomach churned with nausea, but Jean forced herself to ignore it, to focus on her walls.
She glanced over at Blink and Spectrum. “Alright. Everyone's out. There might be some feedback from whatever time-wimey stuff was going on in there, so keep an eye out while we take the place down. You ready?” Nica nodded. She'd been recovering her strength while the rest of the team were searching for and rescuing their people - her powers didn't lend themselves well to either and the EMP had taken everything she had. But now she was more than ready to get back into action. "I can overload the power generators while you take out the structure." It wasn't a question as she flexed her gloved hands.
"I can just... remove the structure," Blink agreed, solemnly. This blight on humanity needed to go and maybe they shouldn't be judge, jury and executioner, but.... they were there and it needed doing. This was why she'd left the X-Men. Because sometimes, terrible things needed to happen. She couldn't blink away the entire building, but she could certainly bring it down. She raised her hands, opening more portals than she ever had before, feeling the pull of the earth through them.
Jean didn’t answer right away. Her gaze dropped back to the facility as the lights pulsed, and then jumped. For a split second, a section of the structure looked further along in its collapse, steel already crumpled, walls already gone, before snapping back to the present. The shift hit her like a spike behind the eyes. She bit back a gasp, hissing between her teeth.
“Time’s skipping,” she muttered, just as Nica shot past them in a streak of light, already heading for the generators.
The younger X-Man didn't hesitate, flashing through the walls of the structure on a collision course with the power generators she could sense deep in the middle of the complex. Jean was right, there was something weird about the energy of certain areas, and she had to focus harder to hold onto her infra-red form, growing hotter and hotter until the heat radiated off her in waves. Then she hit the generator, the excess of heated radiation pushing it into overload and there was a WHUMP it exploded.
Jean reached out. The entire structure bucked under her telekinesis. Metal screamed as supports bent inward, glass collapsing in on itself instead of out. She drove the pressure down, concrete cracking, steel folding under the force she poured into it. For a flicker, it jumped ahead again, more damage, more collapse, then slammed back. Jean held it there anyway, jaw set against the pain.
“Do it,” she snapped.
Blink's portals pulsed purple, opening and closing in waves as she took out structural supports and the interior guts of the building in slides, portal after portal shifting and moving, different areas of the building giving way from her work as it collapsed in on itself. She was already a mess from her work in the building, but sweat ran in rivulets down her grimy face as she breathed steadily, portal after portal removing key parts of the building. Computers, interfaces, electrical panels, nothing was safe.
A streak of red light shot out of the far side of the facility and looped upwards into the sky above. Nica hung in place, watching the buildings crumble and fall and burn with a dark sort of exaltation. Like Scott, she didn't get to give her powers free rein very often, and the scale of destruction the small group of mutants could pull off was almost frightening to behold.
Jean watched the facility struggle to hold together through the noise in her head. Sirens wailed. Metal shrieked. For split seconds at a time, pieces of the structure skipped forward in time, already collapsed before snapping back just long enough to fall apart all over again.
"Enough."
Her telekinesis slammed down harder. Time to end the World.
The mountain itself groaned beneath the pressure. The center of the facility caved first, floors pancaking downward as steel supports twisted and snapped. One of Blink’s portals sheared through the upper levels at the same moment Jean ripped the foundation out from under it, and the entire structure lurched sideways into itself.
Concrete, glass, fire, and metal disappeared into the collapse.
Jean held it there until nothing remained but burning wreckage and settling debris.
Then the pain caught up with her.
Blood ran warm from her nose, dripping onto her uniform as her focus finally slipped, and the last crumbling section of the facility thundered down into the mountain.
By the time Clarice closed the last portal, standing up upright took a significant amount of energy. Swaying slightly, she grinned maniacally at Jean, all teeth. "I think it's broken," she slurred.
Touching down beside them, her usual light-footed grace turning into a tired stumble, Nica looked the two of them over. Then she reached for her comm. “We need a pick up for three,” she said into it, voice flat with fatigue. “Time to go home.”
