[[1]Gage[1]] >>>>>SIM
START<<<<<
[[1]Gage[1]] LOCATION> OVER THE UKRAIN.
[[1]Gage[1]] SCENE> IN THE RAPTOR, X-FACTOR USES
PARTS OF A DESTROYED ANDROPID TO TRACK IT'S BASE OF OPERATIONS. IT HAS BROUGHT US TO EASTERN EUROPE AS WE
CONTINUE NORTHWARD. CEREBRO HAS YET TO DETECT EVE'S SIGNATURE.
[[1]Gage[1]] <<cryz is piloting and rhythm awoke
about and hour ago>>
<[1]Rhythm[1]> ::sitting behind the pilot's seat::
<[1]Phase[1]> :::In a seat in the back, asleep, snoring
loudly:::
<[1]Myriad[1]> ::sitting impatiently towards the middle of
the jet, tapping her fingers against the arm of her chair::
<[1]Rhythm[1]> ::articulating his jaw and lightly rubbing
his left cheek:: that doohickey say we anywhere near yet?
<[1]Click[1]> ::looks around slowly, not sure what to do
right now::
<[1]Cryz[1]> ::yawns as he flies, in flesh form:: This
feels oddly familiar...
<[1]Seraph[1]> ::sits near the back, poking at his injured
wing::
[[1]Gage[1]] ::examining the scorched file from the
office, trying to ignore Phase::
Anybody heard of somebody named Wade Wilson?
<[1]Phase[1]> :::Yawns, then sits up::: Are we there yet?
<[1]Rhythm[1]> ::glances at Gage:: nope ::cracks his
neck::
<[1]Dragon[1]> ::glances toward Gage:: Deadpool..?
[[1]Gage[1]] :;scoffs at the file:: Apparently, these Weapon X guys have a hard
time hanging on to their experiments. ::looks at Dragon:: Uhm...just says "Wade Wilson"
here.
<[1]Rhythm[1]> ::brief look at Dragon:: i remember that
name from the files i've been studying back at the base..
<[1]Seraph[1]> Why would anyone wish to experiment on
living people?
<[1]Phase[1]> :::Shrugs::: Ask the government. Morons are willing to turn anything into a
perfect weapon. :::Lights a cigarette,
taking a few puffs:::
<[1]Myriad[1]> ::bored look::
<[1]Rhythm[1]> According to the database back at our
complex he's supposed to have extraordinary healing abilities, that Deadpool
person.. I think
<[1]Seraph[1]> ::coughs from the smoke::
[[1]Gage[1]] Well, these Weapon X guys take it to a
whole new level. ::shakes his head::
Any idea why Gyrich would have such extensive files on Weapon X?
<[1]Rhythm[1]> By the way, Gage.
<[1]Dragon[1]> ::half smile:: Had an encounter with Weapon
X way back when I first joined this team... ::glances toward Phase:: Do you
mind not smoking in such an enclosed space?
<[1]Click[1]> ::blinks at phase and reaches over and puts
out the cigarette between his fingers:: dont smoke please, not in a confined
space
[[1]Gage[1]] ::nods in agreement with Dragon and
Click::
<[1]Phase[1]> :::Rolls his eyes, putting the cigarette
away, grumbles::: Hypocrites.
<[1]Rhythm[1]> Now that you're going through those files.
here's a telegram Cryz found on Gyrich's appartment ::hands him the paper which
he pulls out of his left pocket::
<[1]Seraph[1]> ::stands up and moves to the front:: can't
breathe so well.. ::sits in an empty seat::
[[1]Gage[1]] ::looks at the telegram:: Uhm...this is it? Any idea who Jared is?
<[1]Dragon[1]> ::stands up to read over Gage's shoulder::
((Never quite knew Gyrich had his fingers into so much..))
<[1]Rhythm[1]> We thought you might know
<[1]Myriad[1]> ::scuffs her foot against the floor::
<[1]Rhythm[1]> Somebody in his staff maybe?
<[1]Cryz[1]> ::looks back at everybody and sighs::
((Sometimes it's annoying being the pilot...))
<[1]Seraph[1]> ::tries to think of all the stuff Mr
Worthington told him about Gyrich::
[[1]Gage[1]] ACTION> ALRMS THROUGHOUT THE COCKPIT
START GOING OFF AS THE COMPUTER DETECTS MULTIPLE BOGEYS
[[1]Gage[1]] <<alarms>>
[[1]Gage[1]] ::looks up at Cryz, eyes wide:: Whats going on? Aren't we cloaked?
<[1]Rhythm[1]> ::startled:: what now!?
<[1]Dragon[1]> ::sits back down, eyes narrowing slightly::
{{And as soon as you say that, it gets real exciting.}} ::slight smirk at the
back of Cryz's head::
<[1]Click[1]> ::blinks and looks out the window::
<[1]Seraph[1]> ::looks around:: whats that sound?
<[1]Myriad[1]> ::quickly looks around::
<[1]Phase[1]> Something tells me the locals are not
coming to give us an escort.
<[1]Cryz[1]> ...As far as I knew, we were... everybody
strap in... ::glances towards radar:: anybody wanna get weapons?
<[1]Seraph[1]> ::straps into his seat and holds on::
[[1]Gage[1]] ::to Seraph:: There's other aircrafts out there.
[[1]Gage[1]] ::straps in::
[[1]Gage[1]] ACTION> A LOUD SHUDDER IS FELT THROUGHT
THE PLANE. THE MOMENT PASSES THEN
ANOTHER AND ANOTHER ARE FELT.
<[1]Rhythm[1]> ::straps in::
[[1]Gage[1]] <<throughout *twitch*>>
<[1]Dragon[1]> ::fastens her seatbelt::
<[1]Click[1]> ::holds on, ready for something to happen::
<[1]Phase[1]> :::Straps in, feeling the rumbling:::
Exactly what kinda stresses is this thing built to withstand?
<[1]Dragon[1]> ::quietly:: crap.. ::'reaches' outwards
telekinetically, trying to sense the extent of the damage to the plane::
<[1]Cryz[1]> ...::thinks:: Aww hell, we haven't blown up
yet... they might be those damn androids trying to get in here...
<[1]Myriad[1]> ::...puts on her seat belt, 'reaching out'
to try and feel if she can sense emotions from anywhere outside the plane::
[[1]Gage[1]] ACTION> THROUGH THE COCKPIT WINDOWS,
CRYZ SEES ANDROIDS FLYING KAMIKAZI ATTACKS STRAIGHT INTO THE JET.
<[1]Seraph[1]> ::holds on with his eyes closed::
<[1]Rhythm[1]> ::tries looking over Cry'z shoulder at the
plane's controls::
[[1]Gage[1]] ::::unstraps and moves to the weapons,
trying not to fall over as more attacks occur:: The weapon ::grips to keep from falling:: ...they can't lock onto any of the other
aircrafts!
<[1]Rhythm[1]> ::notices the androids coming at the
plane:: Oh CRAP! more of those metal creeps!!
<[1]Cryz[1]> ::eyes the window:: Alright, here we go...
::pulls back on the yoke to pull the plane up to evade the androids::
[[1]Gage[1]] How are they detecting us?! ::examines the cloaking device:: We're still cloaked!
<[1]Seraph[1]> we have parts of the androids onboard don't
we?
<[1]Phase[1]> Maybe we're venting plasma exhaust? :::Holding onto his seat for dear life:::
<[1]Dragon[1]> damnit... ::closes her eyes, trying to
concentrate despite the shaking of the jet, in an attempt to psionically sense
any pilots on the other aircrafts::
<[1]Myriad[1]> ::wrinkles her brow:: ..i'm not getting
anything...
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[[1]Gage[1]] ACTION> ANYONE NOT STRAPPED IN SUDDEN
FALLS BACK AS THE JET LURCHES. THE
ANDOIRDS SIMPLY CHANGE COURSE AND CONTINUE THEIR ATTACKS. DRAGON SENSES NO PILOTS.
[[1]Gage[1]] ::looks at Seraph:: Thats it!
::tries to move to the android parts::
<[1]Click[1]> ::unstraps his seat belt and goes to help
move the parts::
<[1]Phase[1]> Boss, what in the name of God are you
doing?! You throw those out, we lose
our only possible lead!
<[1]Cryz[1]> ::looks at the radar:: Damnit, they're
still following... what should we do to shake them?
[[1]Gage[1]] ACTION>
AS THE PLANE CONTINUES SHAKING FROM THE ATTACKS, CRYZ STARTS LOSING
SYSTEMS...FIRST RADAR, THEN CONTROL OVER THE LEFT WING FLAPS.
<[1]Dragon[1]> ((Then I won't feel too bad if the planes
accidentally blow up... )) ::eyes flare, as she tries to telekinetically knock
one of the aircraft off-course::
[[1]Gage[1]] ::shouts at Phase:: Do *you* have any suggestions?! ::powers up and smashes the android parts::
<[1]Phase[1]> Me, make a suggestion? Like you'd really listen to me! I'm surprised I even got to join this group!
<[1]Cryz[1]> ::grimaces:: ..Don't be surprised if we
have to make an unscheduled stop... ::fights with the controls::
[[1]Gage[1]] ACTION> THE ATTACKS CONTINUE FOR A FEW
SECONDS, THEN SUDDENLY CEASE. THE
DAMAGE THOUGH, HAS BEEN DONE, AS WE ARE NOW LEAKING FUEL, AND CRYZ HAS ONLY
CONTROL OVER RIGHT SIDE OF THE PLANE.
<[1]Seraph[1]> ::continues holding onto his seat::
<[1]Myriad[1]> ::grumbles something about them going to be
stranded in some third-world country::
[[1]Gage[1]] ACTION>
ALARMS CONTINUE TO SOUND AS CLICK NOTICESTHE CLOAKING DEVICE APPEARS TO
BE LOOSING POWER, AND OTHER SYSTEMS HAVE BEEN DAMAGED.
<[1]Dragon[1]> {{Need help keeping this thing in the air,
hon?}} ::settles back in her seat, preparing to help as much as she can,
telekinetically::
<[1]Rhythm[1]> I'm gettig sick of these wind up toys
<[1]Click[1]> ::blinks::
we need to land, now. The cloaking device is going out as well
<[1]Cryz[1]> Okay... we're running out of options...
::starts looking around for a decent place to land::
[[1]Gage[1]] ::moves up to the cock-pit:: Uhm...so, do you have any idea of where we
are, now?
[[1]Gage[1]] ::looks at Click:: Okay, we cannot lose the cloak. We're not legally allowed to be in this
airspace.
<[1]Click[1]> well, theres not much that can be done
<[1]Myriad[1]> ::puts a hand on her forehead:: ..oh,
better and better.. i sure hope someone here can speak russian..
[[1]Gage[1]] Click, Phase fix the cloak. ::looks at
Dragon:: Help Cryz keep us in the air
as long as possible.
<[1]Seraph[1]> what..sh-should I do?
<[1]Click[1]> ::tries to fix the cloak:: i can try
<[1]Phase[1]> Fix the cloak? :::Silent for a moment, then pops his knuckles one by one::: Got
an instruction manual?
<[1]Rhythm[1]> ::looks at Seraph:: well you can fly and
save yourleft in caase we all die
[[1]Gage[1]] ::somewhat flustered:: Ask Sophia...uh...wait. Just try you're best.
<[1]Rhythm[1]> or..sit back and wait for instructions like
myslef *sigh*
<[1]Phase[1]> :::Looks to Click::: Please tell you have
SOME idea of how that thing works?!
[[1]Gage[1]] We need to figure out where we are. ::looks at the unoccupid people:: ideas?
<[1]Click[1]> im working on it ::clicks away::
<[1]Dragon[1]> ::doesn't reply, just laces her fingers
together as she concentrates to balance the plane and keep it flying level::
<[1]Myriad[1]> let's just hope we're somewhere where they
know english.. ::crosses her arms::
<[1]Cryz[1]> ::looks to Drags:: ((You can do it,
hon...)) ::eyes the readouts::
<[1]Phase[1]> If we're where I think we are, speaking the
native language will be the least of your worries.
<[1]Rhythm[1]> judging by our flight time i'd guess we're
over Kiyev, or thereabouts
[[1]Gage[1]] ACTION> THE CLOAK CONTINUES TO LOOSE
POWER
<[1]Click[1]> ::keeps trying to get the cloak more
power::
<[1]Myriad[1]> ::slight hiss:: well, maybe we can sell
your organs on the black market for money.
<[1]Phase[1]> :::Looks at the cloak, grinding his
teeth::: Maybe a few cracks upside the head will get it working right?
[[1]Gage[1]] ::looks out the window:: Well, all i see is snow. So...Siberia, maybe?
<[1]Myriad[1]> .........
<[1]Rhythm[1]> shoot, this bird flies faster than i
thought then
<[1]Click[1]> ::looks to phase for a moment:: take that
consol and try to transfer non-essinsal power to the cloaking ::continues
work::
[[1]Gage[1]] ::trying to think:: Anyone know anybody in Russia?
[[1]Gage[1]] ACTION> THE CLOAK FAILS.
<[1]Myriad[1]> .....::snorts::
<[1]Rhythm[1]>
Ach, not me.
<[1]Seraph[1]> ::blinks:: me neither
<[1]Dragon[1]> ::strained tone:: Snow. Excuse me while I restrain my
excitement. ::continues keeping the
plane up::
<[1]Phase[1]> :::Looks at the cloak, then at the red
blinking light on the console Click pointed at::: That's bad, right?
<[1]Click[1]> Thats very bad. Were uncloaked
[[1]Gage[1]] ::eyes wide, looks back at Click:: Oh no...no, no...
<[1]Rhythm[1]> Had i been born in Cuba i'm sure I would,
but that's not the case..
[[1]Gage[1]] (( I never informed anyone of where we were
going either? Figured they wouldn't
approve...))
<[1]Phase[1]> So, we're uncloaked, possibly in the middle
of Russian airspace. Anybody know how
to spot a MiG?
[[1]Gage[1]] ACTION> A VOICE SPEAKING RUSSIAN AND
SOUNDING VERY ANGRY SUDDENLY COMES OVER THE COM.
<[1]Rhythm[1]> wonderful
<[1]Click[1]> Is there a chance we can land, or do we
bail out?
[[1]Gage[1]] ::looks out the window:: Is that one?
<[1]Cryz[1]> Alright ::looks over to Gage:: Your call,
but I think we should land the plane... who knows how many androids there
are... and with the plane already near crippled...
<[1]Rhythm[1]> ::glances at Drags:: can't you reach in and
take a quickie Russian course from his head?
[[1]Gage[1]] ACTION>
THE VOICE APPEARS TO BE COMING FROM THE PILOT OF THE MiG.
<[1]Dragon[1]> ::distracted tone:: can Click fake com
malfunction signals?
<[1]Seraph[1]> if we bail out I can only carry one person
[[1]Gage[1]] ::looks at Click:: Can you?
<[1]Myriad[1]> ::hmmms and reaches out to feel the pilot's
emotions::
<[1]Dragon[1]> And... if I talk to that guy, I'm gonna
have to stop concentrating on the plane for a bit. Think it'll stay up?
<[1]Click[1]> ::looks aorund:: i have never tried
[[1]Gage[1]] ACTION> THE PILOT IS VERY NERVOUS AND
SOMEWHAT ANGRY.
<[1]Myriad[1]> ::slightly amused look even as she
fidgets:: he's nervous.. real nervous...
[[1]Gage[1]] ::looks at Drags:: Do it.
The plane won't stay up if he fires on us.
<[1]Rhythm[1]> we're gonna die ::holds his head::
<[1]Phase[1]> :::Looks at the MiG outside::: MiG 29. Seems to be minimal weapons load. And, judging but the pilot's voice, we're
about to know what a flaming marshmellow feels like.
<[1]Seraph[1]> ::holds up a rosary and mumbles quietly to
himself::
<[1]Myriad[1]> we need to tell him something he'll
believe, and think us innocent, too ::smirks, looking around almost
suspiciously::
<[1]Rhythm[1]> If he fires at us I'll blast him down, we
might die but he'll go with us
<[1]Myriad[1]> ........
[[1]Gage[1]] ::to Rhythm:: How you gonna blast him?
You can't exactly reach outside and shoot him at 20,000 feet.
<[1]Phase[1]> While that will be an eye for an eye, it
may also cause WWIII when the Russians find out an American aircraft managed to
penetrate into their space.
<[1]Rhythm[1]> ::looks back at Gage:: I'll blast through
the plane.
[[1]Gage[1]] ::to Rhythm:: No you won't. If we go
down, in this snow, the plane is the ony thing thats gonna keep us alive.
<[1]Cryz[1]> ::looks around at the controls then takes a
breath, looking to Rhythm:: Just sit down and stay still
<[1]Rhythm[1]> If he fires a missile at us the plane would
be scrap anyway
<[1]Dragon[1]> ::lets go of the plane, grimacing slightly
as she touches the pilot's mind directly, making him think her voice is coming
through the com, in russian:: {{This is Captain Rasputin of the KGB. Who the hell are you?}} ::adds just the
right touch of indignation at the pilot's interference::
[[1]Gage[1]] <Pilot> [[I know no Captain
Rasputin! You are flying in restricted
airspace! Respond, and make an
emergency landing mmediately or I will have to fire upon you!]]
<[1]Seraph[1]> ::begins praying a little louder::
<[1]Dragon[1]> {{This is a classified mission. Check with
your superiors.}}
<[1]Rhythm[1]> ::stares at Dragon to try and get a clue as
to her progress::
<[1]Myriad[1]> ::bites her lip and tries to calm down the
pilot a bit::
[[1]Gage[1]] <Pilot> ::pauses, then calls back to his base:: [[I'm sorryI have no confirmation. You have been allowed to reamin in our airspace for too
long.]] ::opens machine gun fire upon
the plane::
<[1]Rhythm[1]> ::ducks once he hears the machine gun:: the
bastard is shooting at us!
<[1]Cryz[1]> ::grimaces, fighting with the controls::
Okay, I can't keep the plane in the air if they're firing on us!
<[1]Dragon[1]> Well shit. ::glares:: {{This is
unacceptable! There will be an official
investigation into this matter! Cease fire immediately.}}
[[1]Gage[1]] ACTION> THE WEAPONS FIRE HITS THE REAR
ENGINE, WHICH SPOUTS FLAMES
<[1]Myriad[1]> ::hisses, tries to make the pilot feel fear
towards his own plane::
[[1]Gage[1]] <Pilot> ::ingoring her and
continueing to fire::
<[1]Phase[1]> Captain, she cannae take much more!
[[1]Gage[1]] ::goes to strap in:: Phase, shuddyap and strap in!
<[1]Seraph[1]> perhaps we should land now..
[[1]Gage[1]] ACTION> CRYZ IS ABLE TO SAFELY GET THE
PLANE TO ABOUT 5000 FEET BEFORE LOSING CONTROL.
<[1]Rhythm[1]> ::looks out the window and presses a hand
to it, then looks back at Gage:: Maybe I can bring him down and not do much
damage to our own plane.. i can see him through the window
<[1]Dragon[1]> Well, I tried. ::muttering under her
breath, satisfies herself with a mental stab at the pilot's mind, hoping he
ends up with a hell of a headache::
<[1]Cryz[1]> ::growls:: ...Well that's just swell...
everybody strap in, put your heads between your legs and kiss your asses
goodbye! ((Might need some help, hon..))
<[1]Phase[1]> :::Straps into his seat, grabbing hold of
his seat's armrests::: This wasn't in the travel brochure!
<[1]Dragon[1]> {{I know, I know..}} ::tries to steady the
plane again, to slow it and bring it to the ground::
[[1]Gage[1]] Everyone hang on!
<[1]Click[1]> ::hangs on for impact::
<[1]Seraph[1]> ::closes his eyes and squeezes the rosary::
<[1]Rhythm[1]> sonova..
[[1]Gage[1]] ACTION> DRAGON MAGES TO KEEP THE PLANE
FROM GOING INTO FREEFALL, BUT CANNOT RADJUST IT'S ANGLE. THE PLANES SPEEDS INTO THE GROUND, AND
PUMMELS THROUGH HORDES ICE AND SNOW.
[[1]Gage[1]]
>>>>>EPILOGUE<<<<<<
[[1]Gage[1]] SCENE> EVE AWAKENS IN A METALLIC
ALCOVE. GYRICH IS NEAR HER EXAMINING
HER. OUTSIDE THE ALCOVE, TWO ANDROIDS
STAND GUARD. ACROSS A HALLWAY, THERE IS
A SIMILAR CELL, WHERE DEADPOOL WAITS, GLARING AT THE ANDROIDS BEHIND HIS
MASK.
<[1]Eve`[1]> ::blinks a couple times and glares at
Gyrich:: Hey... what do you think you're doing? Where's Gage? I'm
thirsty...
[[1]Gyrich[1]] ::moves near to Eve:: Finally, you're awake. You're in a prison cell in Siberia.
<[1]Eve`[1]> I remember now.. you're a bad man... and
why am I in prison? I didn't do
anything wrong... did I? ::blinks confusedly::
[[1]Gyrich[1]] You'll get water when the androids decide
to feed us. ::sighs at Eve:: I'm not here to justify my actions to
you. We need to get out of here. Come here and let me examine your armor.
<[1]Eve[1]> ::smiles:: I'm not worried because I know
Gage will save me... ::quietly:: ..although maybe he won't...
<[1]Eve[1]> ::glares:: No. You're
mean. ::folds her arms and turns her
back to him::
[[1]Gyrich[1]] <Deadpool> ::stands near the edge of
his cell:: Hey, Sunshine! Hows the weather over there?
<[1]Eve[1]> and I'm bored here.. ::makes a fist and
tries to ram it through a cell wall:: My name is Eve... ::looks over at
Gyrich:: Your name is Sunshine then? I
didn't know that
[[1]Gyrich[1]] ::glares at Deadpool:: I may be mean, but right now, I'm you're
only chance at getting out of here, and I need you're help. ...and ignore Deadpool. He is simply a Weapon X expirment gone
wrong.
<[1]Eve[1]> ::stops and looks over at Gyrich:: He's
like me then?
[[1]Gyrich[1]] ACTION> EVE IS UNABLE TO BREAK THROUGH
THE WALL. IN FACT, SHE FINDS THAT SHE
IS UNABLE TO ACCESS HER ARMOR'S SYSTEMS.
<[1]Eve[1]> ::grumbles:: My powers aren't working..
[[1]Gyrich[1]] In a manner of speaking. ::nods::
I know. But I may be able to use
parts from your armor to help us escape.
<[1]Eve[1]> ::sighs and sits down:: ...maybe it'd be
better if I didn't escape... Gage doesn't want me around anyways so things
might be better now..
<[1]Eve[1]> ::glances at Gyrich:: okay.. take whatever
you want.. I don't care..
[[1]Gyrich[1]] ::disassembles part of her photonic canons
and begins looking at it::
<[1]`Rhythm[1]> <<woo Gyrich jus got an offer he
can't refuse>>
[[1]Gyrich[1]] <Deadpool> ::looks at Eve:: What are you doing in here?
<[1]Eve[1]> I'm not sure.. maybe because I'm defective
too
<[1]Eve[1]> wow.. aren't you Spider-man? I've heard all about you
<[1]Myriad[1]> <<...lol>>
[[1]Gyrich[1]] <Deadpool>Nope...name's
Deadpool. I'm here cause some psycho
named Jared has this thing against Weapon X people. You know the guy?
<[1]Eve[1]> Jared?
The Subway guy? I saw him on tv
::smiles:: He lost all that weight by eating lowfat subs and mild excersize
[[1]Gyrich[1]] <Deadpool> ::laughs:: Nevermind.
So, are you some new Weapon X lackey?
<[1]Eve[1]> ...why does he hate us?
<[1]Eve[1]> I was.. but... I don't think I work
properly... and Gage hates me.. ::frowns::
[[1]Gyrich[1]] <Deadpool> I dunno. Some communist ideal about killing non-communist
super-soldiers, I think. You'd have to
ask him. ::looks at Gyrich:: Is that Gage?
<[1]Eve[1]> :;smiles a bit:: No... I like Gage
[[1]Gyrich[1]] ::looks up, then goes back to work::
<[1]Eve[1]> ::glares at Gyrich:: he's just a mean man..
[[1]Gyrich[1]] <Deadpool>Who is he, and why is he
here, then?
<[1]Eve[1]> bet they all forgot about me by now..
:;saddens::
<[1]Eve[1]> I'm not sure... I guess he just likes my
biosuit for some reason
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[[1]Gyrich[1]] ::sighs::
Don't you get it, you simpleton?
I *AM* the Weapon X Program.
[[1]Gyrich[1]] >>>>>SIM
END<<<<<