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Mission: Team 3 - Threat Neutralisation (Deathstrike, Scion, Storm, Martini, Brian and Zee)

Feb 03, 2010 19:47

[No posting order. Have at it.]They'd been dropped at the perimeter, informed that it was 'take no prisoners' and left. Yuriko could handle that. What she was unsure of, although she would not voice her concerns, was her team. While they may or may not follow orders -hers or otherwise- she was yet to see how the compilation of her squad made sense ( Read more... )

✝ julian 'scion' keller, ✝ brian simpkins, ✝ zhenya rossovich, mark 'martini' martinez, ✝ yuriko 'deathstrike' oyama, ✝ ororo 'storm' monroe

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whenheavenfalls February 3 2010, 20:51:16 UTC

Ororo did not like being under Yuki's command. It was not because she didn't trust the other woman (even though she didn't) or because she didn't like her (even though she couldn't)--it was because it was all too familiar and it brought back all the memories that Ororo had been working very hard to forget since she'd gotten here ( ... )

time_schizo February 4 2010, 08:35:06 UTC

Whoever had decided to place the self-professed asylum escapee on a team mostly consisting of trained killers obviously needed to have their head examined. Martini was off, as usual, in his own little world. In fact, it was quite debatable as to whether he knew he was on a mission at all, as he seemed to be acting more as if he had been sent to an amusement park, rather than to kill anyone who got in his way ( ... )

hellion_king February 4 2010, 15:36:12 UTC

He was still sore from his return mission a few days prior. Scion felt like he had just left this place (which he did) and now he had returned with the Weapon X team to take advantage of the information he had gathered. This was good, this was what X-13 was built for. Sitting around at the facilities nearly drove him insane. Scion enjoyed doing what he was bred for ( ... )

not_a_bruiser February 5 2010, 02:10:36 UTC

Brian was on his first official mission. He wasn't a total slouch - he'd been trained on things like this with the Massachusetts Academy, and had been doing the training regiments that were required by the higher ups on the team. He'd regained his form. He was agile. He was stronger than most normal men.

That didn't mean he liked any of it. He didn't. He wasn't the running/jumping/climbing trees/stabbing things person. Deciding to play nice and keeping the peace was what he did.

It didn't matter though. They apparently needed him for something. He kept close to Yuriko, Storm, and Martini, waiting for his orders as Scion went running off. He had no idea what his purpose was going to be, and he wasn't about to go running off half cocked.

He resisted the urge to poke Deathstrike and ask what he was supposed to do.

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Open to Zee. not_a_bruiser February 5 2010, 02:57:04 UTC

Brian took off at Deathstrike's word, some part of him glad to be getting away from the rest of the group. He didn't plan to kill anyone. He could hit hard, especially when he ran at someone on all fours. He picked up to a run, then let his upper body drop over, his claws extending to grip into the ground, propelling him forward as his legs uncoiled. It was freeing, to get out and run. He hadn't done it in awhile ( ... )

experimentzee February 5 2010, 06:26:14 UTC

There was panic outside of the door to her cell and she could smell it. Fear, rank like the stink of piss, was thick in the air. She stirred from her corner and shot up as the door opened and a scientist stepped in. He wasn't alone, though. She could see the hulking forms of two soldiers behind him.

"Terminate the project." the scientist barked as the two men stepped forward and moved to draw their rifles. However, as soon as the first word was out of the man's mouth, Zee was moving ( ... )

not_a_bruiser February 5 2010, 23:31:39 UTC

Brian winded through sterile hallways, his posture almost a low crouch as he breathed in, following the scent. He didn't know what the hell it was, but the need to find it was instinctual. He wasn't one who ran on his feral instincts often. They weren't that strong, truth be told. Coming to Russia, they'd gotten a little stronger; the distractions were less than normal life, and it gave him more time to be inside his own head ( ... )

experimentzee February 5 2010, 23:58:21 UTC

Her head snapped up at the door slamming open and she hissed in surprise more than aggression as a hulking shape barreled through the door. She watched as the man skidded to the side and she blinked, her senses overwhelmed by a scent that was familiar and wholly alien all at once. It was heady. She watched him for a long moment, her eyes moving over him in complete shock, not recognizing him or his scent.

Zhenya pressed herself against the wall before instinct forced her to react and she snarled, her own body lunging up to meet his. Her arm screamed from where she'd been hit, the bullet still lodged in her knitting flesh, and she lashed out at him, desperate to protect herself. He was much bigger than her and if he managed to get a hold of one of those weapons, she was dead.

Zhenya didn't even see his natural weapons. It didn't cross her mind. As far as she was concerned, she was one of a kind.

"Я не умру сегодня!"

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time_schizo February 5 2010, 09:03:27 UTC

A few soldiers, yelling in Russian, approached the two mutants. Martini grinned excitedly at Scion. He was like a kid in a candy store, including the inevitable sugar high. He hadn't had a chance to let his powers go full-throttle in such a long time. "Time to go to work ( ... )

hellion_king February 5 2010, 18:44:30 UTC

Scion was given his orders, orders he was more than glad to follow. He was teamed with Martini, which was good because he could keep an eye on the time manipulator and also would have a good advantage while working along side the man. However he was not expecting to be affected by Martini's powers. One moment X saw soldiers running toward them, at the next they were falling to the ground with their throats slain. A time jump, one given by Martini who was calmly cleaning the blood off his blade ( ... )

time_schizo February 6 2010, 01:27:43 UTC

This was easier than Martini had expected. Men were much like sheep, dying quickly in bunches. He watched on fascination as Scion took care of the next few. It was the first time he had seen his friend in action. He had to admit, Keller was very good at causing death. This was where he made his mistake. Being a spectator, rather than watching his surroundings, he failed to notice the soldier taking aim. Turning his head at the last moment, he tried to dodge the bullet. He was only partly successful, and the bullet winged his upper arm. Mark stared in shock for a moment at the blood welling up, and then his face darkened with anger ( ... )

hellion_king February 6 2010, 18:54:26 UTC

Scion was pushing up off the ground yanking the blade of the soldiers chest when he heard something in his mind. He looked up to find Martini watching him and the weapons eyes widened slightly. "Martini, look out!" It was too late. The shot was fired and luckily Martini managed to almost fully jump out of the way of the bullet but it still did scratch his arm. X-13 growled in anger ready to rip the head clean off the russian soldiers body but it seemed Martini wanted to get to him first ( ... )

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Let's get together! whenheavenfalls February 7 2010, 17:03:59 UTC

Ororo opened her mouth to speak up about the small group of heavy soliders incoming--and then they all died in one sick crunch of metal, armor and bone. Ororo touched her earpiece.

"No," she reported to Yuriko's question of hostile activity. "Area is clear. And--" White eyes narrowed and Ororo dropped altitude slightly to see the big man coming out from inside, "--Feral is inbound. Carrying something."

not_a_bruiser February 7 2010, 17:26:22 UTC

Brian jogged briskly, keeping his eyes and ears open for any oncoming guards. It was harder to be stealthy or fast with the passed out experiment on his shoulder, but he couldn't leave her behind. She'd have died, and it would've been his fault.

He was tempted to leave her once he got outside, but again, his own inability to be the one responsible for her death kept him moving toward the pickup point. He knew he'd catch hell for it, but he didn't much care anymore.

If one of them wanted to be the one to get in his way, keep him from making sure she made it back somewhere she could be treated medically and choose to leave on her own recognizance, they'd be greeted with a none-to-happy feral with a cranky disposition. The holes in his chest still hurt like a bitch.

hellion_king February 7 2010, 21:05:22 UTC

"Yes." Scion replied, dropping his arm as the smashed up cars fell to the ground with a clatter. The color drained from his eyes returning to their normal blue when he turned his head, lifting his sight to Ororo in the skies. Hearing the conversation through the ear piece Scions gaze then fell to where Brian was escaping the interior of the building ( ... )

sixinchnails February 7 2010, 21:38:41 UTC

Deathstrike approached the pick up point, noting the bundle that Simpkins carried and considered. She had been told no survivors, yes. The guards, the scientists. They were to be eliminated without prejudice.

No one had mentioned stray experiments to her.

She glanced at Scion, then the feral, Martini and up to Ororo. Naturally, she wondered to Ororo's reaction should she eliminate the experiment herself. Or order Simpkins to snap her neck.

The emotions hadn't been a problem until Ororo arrived. "There is room for her in the jeep. You will take her to medical lab when we arrive, she will be tended and locked up. The Major will decide what to do with her." An experiment, not unlike Yuriko -only Deathstrike was a willing participant in it all.

"We are leaving," she looked back up to the sky, "descend Ororo."

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