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Kitty takes a stab at attempting to reach the X-Men, battling not only whatever Proteus is doing to the radio frequencies but a brewing storm.
Shit! Kitty thought. I'd kick it but it wouldn't do any good!!! She shoved her hair out of her face and tried to take deep, calming breaths. Ok, ok, ok. Being hysterical totally not helping here. She let her fingers fly over the controls in front of her, dialing through frequencies and encryptions, trying to find out if anything was even getting _in_ to them, in hopes that it would give her a clue on how to get a message out.
Her own voice echoed through the room on repeat, "Muir Research Facility to Xavier's Institute. Come in Xavier's Institute. This is Kitty Pryde. Emergency. I repeat, we have an Emergency. Requesting assistance. Please come in. ... Muir Research Facility to Xavier's Institute..." It was a pathetically restricted distress call, but even in the middle of an emergency and under the tightest of encryptions, Kitty was wary of broadcasting the words 'renegade mutant' and 'x-men'. Surviving each individual crisis (if they
did) wouldn't mean anything if they brought new and greater problems on themselves.
Kitty boosted the output on the transmitter again, well aware that it physically couldn't get any higher, and cycled through frequencies again. She had given up on the preprogrammed frequencies what seemed like ages ago, and was almost ready to start broadcasting at all frequencies. Only the knowledge that having
untrained eassistance from the mainland heading into the maelstrom would be worse than no help at all was keeping her from doing so.
"Note to self," she muttered. "Get Forge and Dr. McCoy to design a radio transmitter that will transmit through alternate realities. It'd come in handy the next time realty is warped or somebody is kidnapped to an alternate plane."
Shit! Kitty thought. I'd kick it but it wouldn't do any good!!! She shoved her hair out of her face and tried to take deep, calming breaths. Ok, ok, ok. Being hysterical totally not helping here. She let her fingers fly over the controls in front of her, dialing through frequencies and encryptions, trying to find out if anything was even getting _in_ to them, in hopes that it would give her a clue on how to get a message out.
Her own voice echoed through the room on repeat, "Muir Research Facility to Xavier's Institute. Come in Xavier's Institute. This is Kitty Pryde. Emergency. I repeat, we have an Emergency. Requesting assistance. Please come in. ... Muir Research Facility to Xavier's Institute..." It was a pathetically restricted distress call, but even in the middle of an emergency and under the tightest of encryptions, Kitty was wary of broadcasting the words 'renegade mutant' and 'x-men'. Surviving each individual crisis (if they
did) wouldn't mean anything if they brought new and greater problems on themselves.
Kitty boosted the output on the transmitter again, well aware that it physically couldn't get any higher, and cycled through frequencies again. She had given up on the preprogrammed frequencies what seemed like ages ago, and was almost ready to start broadcasting at all frequencies. Only the knowledge that having
untrained eassistance from the mainland heading into the maelstrom would be worse than no help at all was keeping her from doing so.
"Note to self," she muttered. "Get Forge and Dr. McCoy to design a radio transmitter that will transmit through alternate realities. It'd come in handy the next time realty is warped or somebody is kidnapped to an alternate plane."
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Date: 2005-01-05 10:02 pm (UTC)