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 Tonight There's Gonna Be Trouble, Tag: Genosha's Prisoners
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Timeframe: November 5th, @9:30 pm local time
Location: Genosha's Mutant Prison Complex


All had gone according to plan, the pieces had all fallen into place. It was pretty clear to Victor Creed that Genosha was always a powder keg of a nation. You had your wealthy elites who ran a thriving, powerful economy on the back of mutant slave labor, and that was it. You were either one of the robber barons who had a massive capitalistic empire that brought in unimaginable wealth, or you were a government official who kept the system that allowed Genosha to thrive going, or you were a soldier trained and armed to keep that system protected, or you were the abducted mutant slave labor that made it all possible.

Such a volatile system was inevitably bound to explode at some point, and Creed admitted he felt some pride to have lit the match. He would have preferred to kill Moreau his own way, but at the very least, framing Tiko for the assassination allowed this civil war that the country had clearly been itching to engage in to explode like wildfire. And in the chaos, Creed thrived.

Power-hungry Genoshans were so busy killing each other, so busy trying to insert themselves into the power vacuum, that Sabretooth was able to move freely amongst the warfare, killing soldiers regardless of which side they fought for. He really didn't care, they were just in the way and they happened to be carrying grenades that could be useful.

A confident stride carrying him casually through a firefight between two indistinct forces of Genoshan military forces, he marked his target and advanced, reaching out with his left hand at a soldier too distracted by taking cover from hostile fire to see the hand reaching for throat until the clawed fingers were buried deep in flesh and he gurgled his last breath.

It was a simple matter then of stripping the body of its grenade belt, and continuing along, making his way out of the skirmish as easily as he made his way in. It was one of the things he loved best about humans. They could get so focused on killing each other that they could fail to notice the predator in their midst until it was too late.

His path took him to the prison complex where Magneto knew he'd be held. He and his compatriots both. This was all part of the plan. And Creed couldn't wait to see the looks on those Brotherhood feebs' faces when they realized that while they were locked up in here, he was able to roam free and do the real work they'd have never been capable of. But hey, at least they were useful patsies. Gotta have useful patsies.

This was the wall to target. The weak point in the prison's infrastructure that with the right impact, at the right point, would blow the wall wide open.

The right impact that could be caused by, say, seven high-powered grenades going off at once, perhaps. Creed pulled the strip that held all of the grenades' pins, the strip intended to take as many bastards out with you when you were gunned down as possible, and flung the belt hard at the wall, aimed for a tiny ventilation grid.

The explosion was immense enough that he had to shield his eyes from it, but it did its job. The wall was blown wide open, and perhaps more importantly, the machinery that kept the prison's null field active was critically damaged, and when a machine that requires as much power as a complex-wide mutant dampening energy field gets critically damaged...

A second explosion from the machine damaged the wall further, and shut down the electricity to the whole prison complex. It would take a few moments for the native fighting forces to realize what happened, but by then it would be far too late. The inmates were free, the inmates were restored to their natural power, and surely, they weren't in the best of moods.

Creed recovered his composure quickly, and looked to the smoking remains of a large chunk of the prison's power center with a small sneer. Not much to do now but wait until the inmates took advantage...
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86
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Magnetokinesis
Widowed
played by:
Terry
Brotherhood
Eleven days, that was how long they had been incarcerated for, it was nothing for Magneto, though the last time he had seen the inside of a slave camp he had been put to work and not kept in isolation. The difference this time was that Magneto knew what was going to be coming - the outside world may have seen this as a sloppily executed attack on a far stronger nation by a raving lunatic who longed for a race war between human and mutants. But no, Erik was a master strategist and few recognised the intelligence that he possessed, largely because they disagreed with his political ideals.

The reality of the situation was that Magneto had been planning this mission for many, many months and getting captured by Genosha was all part and parcel of that plan; a risky move, but a necessary one nonetheless and there was only one mutant that he trusted with getting him out of a prison. Sabretooth was not part of the Brotherhood, he had his own agenda and that did not marry up with the Brotherhood's need for mutant superiority, however, Magneto could forgive that.

With a date for the prison break preprepared, Magneto had little to do other than sit on his hands and wait for the rescue, of course, given he was Magneto, Genosha had not left him to rot in his cell. There had been multiple times when the guards had collected him and taken him for a 'chat' which involved all manner of coercion, unfortunately, they were dealing with a man with an indomitable will and no matter how they tried to get around him he refused to give them any sort of information that they asked for.

The faces of those that wronged him were remembered and stored away for a day like today, Erik had been sat on his bunk when the first explosion rocked the prison. The lights flickered, and for a moment it seemed like everything would be alright, explosions had been becoming more commonplace over the last few days with the rapid increase in internal fighting between the factions that were vying for control of the island nation. This one, however, was much closer to home, and a few moments later a second explosion tore through the complex and the lights went out.

As the power went out across the prison, the power to every anti-mutant piece of technology went out, for Erik, it took a few moments for the world that felt like he was living in grey-scale while devoid of his connection to the Earth to return to its full technicolour magnificence.

Once it did though, despite what had happened to him while being interrogated, was a forgotten memory. Standing up off his bunk, Magneto was filled with a renewed strength, and he became aware of every piece of metal that was within the prison. The first thing to do was to get rid of those collars, and other pieces of technology that had been designed to keep a mutant down. Outstretching his hand, Erik found the weak point on every collar in the prison, every face guard, and other restraint that prevented the mutant prisoners from reaching their freedom. With a sudden clench of his fist, those weak points all broke. Including the one around his own neck and fell to the floor with a clink.

With no power, the energy fields that were keeping their cells shielded had dropped, allowing Erik to step out without any need for bravado or use of his powers. "What are you waiting for?" His voice called out to the Brotherhood members that were nearest to him. "We have an island to conquer."

Several of the none Brotherhood mutants began to step out of their cells when booted feet rushed into the corridor. "Return your cells immediately." The voices called from riot gear equipped guards sought to suppress the mutants before this got out of hand.

"I'd rather not," Erik stated very matter of factly and with one swift action he ripped the weapons, from their hands and turned them on their former masters. Without hesitation, he pulled the triggers and the sounds of gunfire filled the corridor and beyond as bodies began to hit the floor.
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30
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Memory Extraction/Manipulation
No.
played by:
Si
Brotherhood
Bea was up on her feet the second she heard gunfire echoing down the wing. A funny thing about Solitary was how the architecture, deigned to isolate captive subjects as much as possible, actually funnelled in more general auditory information through the acoustics than the mutants in the bottom two security bands got. The explosions would have been hard for anyone to miss though.

The energy that formed the fourth wall to the cells stuttered and died but Blindspot didn't step over the threshold. There was a small issue, but one that absolutely had to be dealt with first. “Boss.” She spoke calmly, tone flat but loud enough to make sure Magneto heard her. He’d been dragged out for ‘interrogation’ enough times, she wouldn’t be surprised if the old man had tinnitus from getting his ears boxed.

“Taking the facility off grid won’t do anything about us lot with collars on.” They had built-in batteries. And emergency explosives. Higher ranked guards would have been issued with remote controls for both the nullification and detonation functions. Their triggers were relayed by radiowave, so that their effectiveness wasn’t compromised if a wifi connection malfunctioned. And those guards were already making a beeline for them at that very moment. Blindspot would happily deal with them, but not if it meant getting a crater blown clean out out of her cervical vertebrae in the process.

Outstretching his hand, Erik found the weak point on every collar in the prison, every face guard, and other restraint that prevented the mutant prisoners from reaching their freedom. With a sudden clench of his fist, those weak points all broke. Blindspot felt the latch on her collar release with a click. With just a slight tentative nudge it fell free from her neck onto the floor and she stepped out, stretching her limbs as she was anticipating she’d need the warm-up.

“What are you waiting for? We have an island to conquer.”

Bea took stock of what seemed to be the key figures she’d noted over the last eleven days. “Well… Ol’ Ragey took arrows through the wrist and knee plus a bullet to the shoulder, then we got a blind psychic, wasn’t there a guy who was supposed to be an… elephant? And Mr Mutant Ice-Lolly…”

“Return your cells immediately.”

“If you wanna deal with that, I’ll just, uh…” Bea pointed around vaguely, trailing off because Magneto was already on it, turning the guards guns against them. You wouldn’t have caught Blindspot making shoddy ferrous weaponry like that back in her arms manufacturing days.

She turned a logical, engineering eye to those others Magneto had brought in. “Queenie? You good?” She called out. She could maybe help Braddock later, if she needed a hand ‘putting her eyes back in’. But presumably a woman of her talents could hold her own using other people’s perceptions until then.

“You want… pain killers at the first chance I guess?” She gestured towards Rage.

“Aaaand…” She walked up to the cell she’d been most curious about, even before the Brotherhood and their allies arrived. “Then there’s you.”

Magneto had seen to Primal’s cell door already, a solid thing with a viewing slit rather than the energy fencing in the others. She pushed it open with a foot, feeling cold seep through her shoe. Looking around, the whole thing was rigged to be one giant fridge. And getting a first look at Berman explained the likely reason why. Reptile then. A brief “Hm!” escaped her lips, but otherwise she didn’t waste time in reacting.

She frowned, hands on her hips. With the electricity out, it wasn’t like there was a way to crank up the thermostat. Waiting for the temperature to thaw out would take too long and was far too dull as solutions went. “Two seconds, mate.” She held up a finger and walked out of the cell.

Outside, Magneto was still doing his usual wonderful thing, slaughtering guards left right and centre. She picked up a dropped cattle prod and selected a couple of promising looking dead bodies, hauling them into Primal’s cell by their belts. Once they were where she wanted them she studied the pipes running around the walls.

“If this is anything like the Carrion Cove server farm, they probably didn’t bother upgrading to polyalphaolefins in the coolant system.” She mumbled. Quickly finding a weakpoint, as per her namesake, she used the prod like a crowbar to break the pipe and angled the resultant spill of chemicals onto the dead guards, soaking their uniforms. “Silicate-ester.” She grinned. “This shit used t’be rampant in their radar an’ missile systems. Makes for flammable alcohols when you don’t keep an eye on it. Fuckin’ idiots.”

She plunged the cattle prod end into the mess of soaked cloth, armour and flesh. Triggering a spark on the highest voltage setting, it didn’t take long to ignite a fire that went up with an angry ‘fwoosh’. Blindspot glanced back at her fellow ‘inmate’, reflection of the flames dancing in piercing, dark eyes. “Get your warm on, then we’re going to ‘The Turiel’ for a bit of regime topplin’, right?” She grinned.

With that she turned and headed straight back out to the corridor to check on the others and see what weaponry she could scavenge. The explosives in the deactivated collars would probably come in handy too.
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71
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Science! Oh, boring lizard powers too
Meh
played by:
Nick
Brotherhood
He’d only managed to wake himself up once more since the Brotherhood had arrived at his lonely wing of the prison. And that time awake had been entirely unproductive. The guards had adjusted to the sudden increase in prisoners, which meant his own private guard—now guards—were back to maintaining a constant eye on him. Who knew how long he’d slept in between? It could have been months. But, if Adam were to guess, he’d say days. He finally had a reason to fight off the maddening cold, so he suspected he had woken up less than a week after their conversation.

And now, as his entire cell shuddered, and the sudden hiss of escaping coolants and the scream of rending metal reached through the haze in his mind, he woke up again. It took nearly a minute to get his glowing red eyes open, and as he did so, he made out the light and darkness before him as his cell opened. Someone—a voice he vaguely recognized—was speaking to him, but it was hard to make out the words. Still—the cold had lessened, just slightly, and it was enough to let him reach full awareness of his surroundings, as he had on the first day. Even if he still moved like his veins were filled with syrup.

The woman was dragging in two limp bodies, and Adam recognized two of his longtime guards. Dead? His senses were dulled, but the coppery scent of blood was still hard to miss. She was talking, mentioning chemicals—ah. The Brotherhood was making its move, and the steel armor of his cage was worthless against Magneto’s power. It had exposed the softer inner workings of the cooling system, including…oh ho.

He would have grinned, but it was a waste of energy to do it now when he only had to wait a few more seconds.

Heat, glorious heat, flooded his senses. For a normal person, it would be like waking from a deep sleep because someone threw a bucket of ice water on them. But Adam didn’t mind the shock to his system. He’d been numb for too long. He reached out into the fire, feeling the harsh sensation as his hand blackened and the nerves died, before pulling it back out to watch it heal before his very eyes. “Alive again,” he mused, a quiet laugh that was more like a hum escaping his lips.

In an instant, he stood up and smoothly walked out of the cell, as though he were taking a Sunday stroll, and stepped out into a corridor of bodies. He looked around, taking stock of the various mutants who stood around them, of the shattered collars and the red klaxon lights. He didn’t feel any kind of vindication, or satisfaction, or amusement, at the deaths of his captors. He had more reason than most of these people to hate them—maybe more than all of them. But his only emotions were for himself. He was glad to be free once more. As for the guards and their actions, the Genoshan leaders and their captivity of him, the Brotherhood’s rescue of him?

He simply didn’t care.

However, Adam was no fool either. There was possibility here. And while he would never claim to care, he had a feeling that mutual goals would grant him a position in the Brotherhood nonetheless. And since all he really cared about was completing his goals, he was not an unpredictable asset. Even if they weren’t interested in allowing him to continue his work, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with these mutants would facilitate his escape, which would at the least let him return to his work independently.

Besides—they were hardly free men yet.

Adam clasped his hands behind his back and stepped up beside Magneto, surveying the damage done thus far. “We’re hardly out of the woods yet,” he mused, eyes seeing the spectrum of heat as well as color. “Fifty feet below us, there is a generator, likely priming as we speak. It’s meant to charge up and release a burst of null energy that will temporarily disrupt mutations. When that happens, the guards will move in with narcotics and subdue the prisoners. If you can do something about that, it’s the last immediate threat aside from the guards themselves. Once we’re finished here, there will be more to consider. We’re outside of the Brain Camp’s web currently, but I may have a solution for that as well, particularly if you have a powerful telepath or mood manipulator among your ranks.”
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28
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TK & Touch Telepathy
Single
played by:
Crypt
Brotherhood
Fracture had learned patience.

She'd learned patience when she'd slowly manipulated her high school towards the vision she had.

She'd learned patience when her father demanded she learn how to use her powers for the betterment of the world.

She'd learned patience with the time on the police force - between stake outs, and time needed to prosecute villains.

The skill of patience was a favorite pet, kept close to her, stroked, nurtured and used when needed. For eleven days, she'd kept her head down. She'd allowed the guards to do the things they wanted to do; after all, she was a pretty girl, and nothing more than a telekinetic, right? She'd kept her distance from the Brotherhood; Magneto was not in the general population, and she'd always had a problem getting close to people to begin with - so she didn't know, and honestly didn't care, who would walk out of this prison alive. She knew she would. Eric would. That much was certain. If the other did? Well, they showed strength. If they did not? Well, they should have been better.

It was amazing what one learned when one just listened. She knew the collars had back up batteries - just in case. She learned there was a fail safe in place - just in case. She learned information about families - information she would use later to pay back every indecency given to her. She listened and she learned.

When she heard the explosion, she smiled faintly. Eric had proved resourceful. Annoying that he did not share, but resourceful. She could deal with the indecencies if it brought justice. But she did not stand. When the lights went out? She was curious. Lights went out all the time, but she still did not stand. When her collar fell off? Then she smiled. Then she stood.

Her door flew off as she flexed muscled that had been restrained for 11 days. If the door hit some people? Well, they should have gotten out of her way. Stepping out, she grabbed the first guard she found, her hand connecting with his. It was very hard to break a person's hold when they assisted via telekinesis - not that, after the initial contact, he was capable of any coherent thought. Not while she raped his mind, inelegantly shoving memories out of the way until she found what she wanted - Magneto's location. And who would know codes to turn off the null generator in the basement. The man wept with pain as Fracture did just that to his mind, finally dropping him, a husk breathing with a fractured mind.

She strode towards Magneto, snapping the heads of anyone who got in her way. She didn't care if they were mutant or guard. She had a purpose, and she would fulfill that purpose. Information Magneto would need. Of course, after the first mutant had his head snapped with but a flick of her wrist - no others got in her way. Guards tried. They failed. Guns were quaint. She had a shield, but she much preferred putting THEM in that shield, so when they tried to shoot her? The bullet ricocheted back onto the guard.

Ah.

She spotted the woman that she needed. The woman with the codes for the device. Just in case. With a flick of her hand, the woman was brought to her. Brought for Magneto. When the female guard protested? Fracture turned and simply said "No." She used her telekinesis to lock her jaw shut; the woman cried out as her jaw shattered with the force of Fracture's mutant powers.

When she met Magneto, she threw the guard in front of him. "She has the codes for the generator below. I can grab them, or you can use the Queen." After all, while both possessed telepathic abilities, the White Queen had far more finesse than Ari would ever possess - or want to possess.

Magneto
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30
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Adrenaline Manipulation
Single
played by:
Kris
Rage
Brotherhood
Eleven days. Eleven goddamned days. A message needed to be delivered to the infirmary. To spread the word that Magneto was there, and there was a plan. It would have been nice to know the fucking plan beforehand. Measures wouldn’t have needed to be taken. Dumb measures with consequences. When the cells opened and Blindspot asked if her and Mammomax needed painkillers.

When she had originally returned from the infirmary it was late at night the next day, so no one really knew what happened there. The legs of the pants covered up what they had to do. Rage walked, slowly out the door of her cell, dragging her injured leg behind her. In a low tone the Rage Bringer spoke, “No. No painkillers.” She hadn’t spoken much since her trip to the infirmary. Holding onto the side of her cell with one hand and looked as her free hand. It looked flushed, as if her hand was under hot water for too long. Blindspot worked fast to warm Primal up.

Rage knew one way that always made the blood warm up. She hobbled over just as Primal was stepping out of his cell; she approached Primal, her walk very different than normal. It wasn’t the walk of an injured knee, nor was it a walk of someone normal. It seemed like her leg was a touch too long, and it didn’t move as a normal leg should have moved. She stood in front of Primal and gazed at him, only managing to reach him by the time he was finished speaking to Magneto. Her voice held a darkness within it, “Want a pick-me-up?”

Fracture had arrived moments later with a female guard she was holding with her powers. Rage would have let her power slow through her eyes, but she had a score to settle. She wanted to ‘punish’ the nurse that saw to her ‘care’. Mammomax had dibs on the Doctor, but the nurse was hers. Still, there was so much she wanted to unleash, so many she wanted to inflict with her powers. Mutant, and human. Perhaps the nurse could be stored away until she was free to do what she’d been dreaming about for the last 10 days.

Yes. That’s what she’ll do. Maybe if she could get to a good point, high up where she could see everything, and everyone. No one would be immune. No one would be ignored. Rage couldn’t compare her two different imprisonments, they were different situations. The first being she knew what she was getting into with the CAGE, and she didn’t with Genosha. If the people around her knew the extent of what had happened in the infirmary they would probably say Genosha was worse.

After all when you’ve had your knee shot with an arrow and damaged it badly enough to warrant an amputation and be fitted with a prosthetic leg that was a wrong fit it was indeed much worse than the CAGE had ever been. Yet, for Rage, it was difficult comparing hells. Either way, there was no Heaven. Right then there was no relief for her pain, or redemption for her soul. She wanted to let the monster rise and take over. That monsters’ eyes spoke volumes. It wanted blood and pain heavily laced with chaos. She flickered a gaze at Fracture, as well as Blindspot were already getting started, it was Rage’s turn.
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Sabretooth could hear the beginnings of escape rumbling from inside the complex as he waited outside the exit he just made.
"Bunch'a damn slowpokes," he muttered, shaking his head. He certainly wasn't going to wait around on them all day. He thought back to the SHIELD prison break all those years ago, after having been stuck in that stupid Thunderbolts project. The moment escape became possible, he and his fellow inmates were on the move and causing massive casualties. Just another bit of evidence that supported Creed's perspective on Old Buckethead's goon squad - they were just that, a bunch of useful goons with little to no initiative of their own, lacking the killer instinct to be anything other than moderately useful pawns.

As expected, it took Genosha's forces little time to realize that something had gone wrong with the prison complex. But in the chaos of the moment, they were slow to react properly to it. In the midst of civil war and mayhem, it was nigh impossible to determine who blew the prison open and why. The main assumption amongst the warring factions was that one of the others did it, to try and claim the prisoners for themselves. As such, the factions were slow to investigate, as it's hard to unify and check out the real problem when you're under constant barrage of gunfire from your own countrymen.

Still, a few soldiers began making their way towards the prison, and that could not be tolerated. Eh, maybe Sabretooth would have a bit of fun after all while those lazy Brotherhood twerps got their rears into gear.

"Epsilon Platoon is en route to secure the prison," one of the soldiers spoke in the clipped vernacular of the soldier, with that Genoshan accent that was somewhere between a vague English-sounding accent and South African.

"Now, why would ya wanna go and do something like that?" Creed's taunting sneer of a voice sounded out from behind a blasted humvee before he walked out from behind it, and without further warning, darting into the formation of soldiers and rending with a vicious claw swipe through the padded armor of one.

His movements were both vicious and fluid as he tore into the soldiers, spraying innards and blood about with both reckless abandon and frightening precision at the same time. Close quarters and his physical attributes were on his side in this matchup, as it was hard to get off gunfire against an opponent who was this close in your face.

Sabretooth was enjoying himself immensely in this moment, and it didn't even matter to him that he was also keeping the outside conflict from getting into the prison and making the Brotherhood's escape even more difficult. All that mattered in this moment was the carnage.
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35
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Father of the year
Widower
played by:
Timid
Brotherhood
JP with Rage

Unlike most of their crew, Max wasn’t really bothered by his 11 days in the hole. They were where they needed to be, of that he had not a single doubt. If you didn’t focus on the moment by monet time would pass just fine. Even without his powers he was a well built, violent looking black man with no small knowledge of the sweet science of boxing. Most folk cut him a wide berth, besides most of the other people in lock up with him had been here long enough to lose hope. Mammomax simply sat back and waited, keeping an eye on what parts of his crew he could do so with. He also had been working to make friends here and there, to suss out who was still angry and violent and who had let the humans beat them already.

Along the way the human scum had taken Max in for interrogation exactly twice. The first time he’s stayed completely quiet no matter how they beat him and refused to even move. They had to drag him back to his cell and dismissed him as an idiot with nothing to say. Their biggest interest in Magneto and his silence however had led to them trying again. This time Max had shouted insults till a guard got too excited and moved in close to headbutt him for his disobedience. Max had been keeping a pen from the doctor’s office all these days for just such a chance. With the flick of his tongue the pen was out, thrust through the man’s eye and the quill of it jammed into the testicles of a second guard. They had beaten the former elephant man severly for that, but he had laughed the whole time. They could hurt him, they could beat him, they could even kill him, but they’d never be mutants, never matter enough for him to care.

It had bought him a room in solitary and a shit ton more beating, but after a few days the guards seemed distracted and several regulars were simply not showing up. Max had taken to taunting the remaining ones about how Genosha had really fucked up, they were just the first wave, and that he as going to have personally beating several of them to death with their own damn tasers.

So it was that he was eating his left over excuse for a meal when the power went out and he felt his body start to shift. Max smiled as the pain inside him grew to a dull roar. The energy screen that had been his door went down and he was out of it and on top of his two guards in a heartbeat. As promised their shock sticks were left permanently embedded in their bodies as Max headed out into the hallway.

“Ladies, gentlemen, children of all ages, we brought Magneto and his bortherhood to you. We came to save, to help, to heal this cursed nation and give it back to you, the true children of evolution. All we ask is that you do you part to help us take it for you. We are free, now you pay what’s needed to stay that way. Let’s go find our boss and show mankind why they are so damn right to fear us.”

Max had a head for directions, for knowing where things were and he’d made sure to memorize where Rage’s cell was. His body wasn’t meant to shift between human and monster, it was supposed to be a one way change. He was going to need her to juice him just to survive this. Before he had been in 7th grade and the change had taken almost two weeks. Now, he could feel his damn skin starting to harden. So he tore down the hallways, nodding at people he’d befriended who now followed him like a gang. Soon enough he saw the little rage bringer who had made some friends of her own.

“Juice me Rage, give me what you got and let’s tear this place in half. Once I adjust enough to smell him, I’ll find the boss.”

After accepting her offer Rage muttered towards Primal, “Give it thirty seconds…” and turned away from Primal and towards Max. Her hands still flushed as she hiked her thumb behind her to motion to the small gathering group behind her, “Magneto’s there.”

He had mentioned that he didn't recognize people by looks, while he was an elephant he had known people by their smells. So had it been anyone else who mentioned about finding Magneto even though he wasn’t standing too far away, she would have responded in a way that would make him feel dumb. Then again if it was a normal day, she would have been in the mood to make him feel dumb, or at least try.

She hobbled closer to him and placed her hand on his hardening skin. “Thirty seconds…” If what she was feeling could be personified, it would be as though she was covered in a thick black oil layering itself heavily on the Rage Bringer. Enough to make her gag and choke. But when she used her power she felt as though she was being cleansed. A great relief washed over her to use her powers on someone. Soon he would be a rampaging elephant again. It was the salvation she needed and only some of the damage she needed to do.

Max chuckled as Tina pointed out the old man in prison dregs to him. Hmm, he’d always thought Erik had been a bit smaller in person before. Man was still impressive though, gathering soldiers with every breath. This was what they had been working towards, what they’d fought and killed and died for and it was just getting started. Though Mammomax was barely more then human right at this moment, well he had plenty of heart and more then enough anger. Then Rage worked her magic and the slowly greying tank of the Bortherhood let loose a mighty roar.

Pure, white hot adreline lit his system on fire and brought everything nito razor sharp focus. Max had never used her powers before, the giant liked to keep a clear head, be able to make decisions and change as needed. However his mutation took time and an insane amount of pain. This would allow him to fight through it, to keep from curling up in a corner and scream. Besides, they had things to do and Max didn’t believe in disappointing his crew.

“Bubbles, Monkey boy, you’re with me and Rage. Cracker, Sealer, that old man there is Magneto. Do what he says and try not to die. Rage? We got a date with some medical staff. Got some questions about your leg and why I got a brand on the back of my neck. I remember the way if you can keep up.”

Max’s words came out in a rush as his hands clenched and unclenched rapidly. Never a man to rely on sight much, his eyes spun wildly around the gathering, his nostrils flaring. It was time to take over a prison, then a nation. Someday soon he’d have a nation to call home, a place for his children to live like they ought to. That was worth anything, anything at all.

“Hey new people, nice to meet you, make yourselfs useful. Any of you can dampen pain or break down mental barriers, lemme know. In a bit I’m going to be a giant battering ram, but right now I’m just the token pissed off black guy.”

Thirty seconds went by fast. Or maybe he was more sensitive to her touch. He addressed others that were nearby, friends he'd made. Rage was never one to make friends. Even in the cage when she needed to make friends she wasn't good at it. She found friends within the Sayans, but only one she gave a damn about. Her days of silence didn't make her one friend in the prison cells of Genosha. It didn't surprise her that Max would have made friends. But when he turned his attention to her asking about her leg, a brand in his neck, and leading the way if she could keep up, her eyes went cold. “ I can't keep up…”

“Aw sucks to be you.”

Max leaned down and tapped her new leg smiling at the ringing sound it made. Then he looked Tina right in the eye and grinned.

“Yeah, well, the docs don’t get off just cause you got a bum leg. We got promises to keep lil angry girl. Let’s go keep ‘em.”

With a grunt he lifted the woman, far heavier then he remembered and tossed her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Anyone else got a useful skill or want to say hello to the butchers that carve us up, I’m full up on passengers but more then willing to carpool.”

She clenched her teeth together when he tapped her new leg. His grin made her even more mad. She wasn't smiling, this was nothing to smile about. After he told her that had promises to keep and lifted her over his shoulder she let out a surprised inhale of air. After being tossed over his shoulder, he extended the offer to others. She turned her head to two him, “They'd just be an audience. And I decided to save the nurse for later so I can take my time. Let's just go.” She already was going to be an audience to what he was going to do with the doctor, but then again that would make her happy to watch. “They can stay with Magneto. And stay out of our way. ”

8
posts
6/40
age
Sono-Psionic Disorientation/Cool Hair
Single
played by:
Si
Brotherhood
It took Vertigo a while to register something out of the ordinary was going on. She’d been sat on her bunk in her ‘creepy broken doll’ pose that made some of her Brothers uneasy when she lapsed into it around them. But what else was there to do? It wasn’t like she’d been given any colouring books or even just crayons to adorn her cell with some cave-painting embellishments.

Hearing gunfire and then shouts, she moved to the front of her cell, bouncing off the electrified shield fencing her in for the umpteenth time. As she rubbed at the spots worst hit by a static shock, the green light stuttered and died. “Ru… Ra'uk ame veno es?” She muttered to herself, scratching at her head.

“Everyone get BACK in your cells!” She heard one of the guards scream, desperately hoping to cling to some form of authority. Peering down the corridor, it seemed many of the Genoshan natives were actually complying. At first. They’d never known anything but human authority over their own free will. There was a strain of dog-like obedience purposely engineered into Vertigo’s mentality too, so even she hesitated for a second.

But the few other Brotherhood members stuck in the same camp as Vai clearly had other ideas. The second she saw the others in their new orange slave clothes emerging into the open, she remembered there was no one outside the Brotherhood with the authority to command her.

Her final cue was the collar dropping from her neck while the metal screws in her muzzle were yanked loose. The hardware all dropped to the floor with a clatter. She opened her jaw wide, as if yawning, to revel in the ability to open her mouth properly and take in big gulps of air once again. Great Father must have finally freed them.

“I said get back in your cells, freaks!” the same voice screeched, clearly terrified that they were loosing control of the situation. Vai only shot him a withering stare and waved a hand in his direction that sent him tumbling backwards, equilibrium scrambled.

Her attention turned to finding her Brothers. “Vinnie? George? Tina? George?” She yelled, her ‘full’ voice returned and knocking everyone around her sick. “Maxi-moose? George? Ari? George? …King of Black? Queen of White? George!” It was clear who she was most worried about. She didn’t understand what made George Blair different from regular mutants, but whatever the null tech was doing to them all, it had had a far more worrying effect on his metahuman make-up.

She wandered the corridors as violence started to break out on every wing, in every camp. Every figure in human uniform she found trying to escape the carnage, she killed and scavenged from. She ended up building quite a collection. Native slaves started to follow the Brotherhood’s example and join in disabling the guards, venting frustrations on both the humans and the facility itself. One firey mutant, the man with sunset hair she’d seen before in the canteen on her first day, caused such an outburst that it blew a hole clean through a checkpoint gate and the wall beyond it…

Drawn by the view of the outside world, Vai skipped towards the gaping wound in the brick work. “…George?” She tried again, hearing more sounds of conflict drifting down to the camps on warm East African air.

There was too much chaos going on in the buildings for anyone to notice one lone little figure slip out onto the grass and follow the concrete paths down to the exit barrier. She didn’t find anyone she’d been hoping to, but the discovery still brought a grin to her bruised features. “Say-ber-tooth!”

Trying to recall the last time she’d seen him, her muddled organic psyche and corrupt digital implants slammed against each other, reaching for a meeting that was real and unreal in equal measure. There’d been ruins, and there’d been a muzzle but not the one she’d just been freed from. Sabretooth had been wearing it, despite how much of an affront it was to such an indomitable hunter…

<“Greenie,” he'd snarled as he approached. “Time we got to talkin'. Away from the X-Brats.”>

She blinked, head cocking to the side. Something in her implants rebooted and she blithely dismissed the rogue memory, along with any notion of asking what he was doing in Genosha now. She watched through the fence, fingers poking through chainlink as she hummed to herself, directing her powers at the soldiers he was fighting. She pushed off the aim of their guns, made retreat an impossible act of coordination, tumbled people off balance and into the walking woodchipper of claws and teeth.

Her other hand still gripped a stolen walkie talkie that was broadcasting a mixture of frantic orders, screaming and static. She’d added a guard hat, boots and belt complete with prod and gun to her pilfered collection too.

“Hai Creed!” Vertigo finally piped up when the gun fire fell quiet for a moment, beaming as she waved. “I look for my Brothers… But I help!”
2
posts
78
age
Super Soldier, Coils, Regeneration,
Single
played by:
Kane
Others
The first sensation was pain, a throbbing in his head. His mouth felt like cotton balls, his tongue thick, and his throat felt raspy with parched dryness like a desert. He felt weak and hungry. Though he could feel his empty stomach wanting to rebel. His red eyes were glowing, now that they were open, as he tried to focus on his surroundings. It was freezing cold and his breath came out in a cloud in front of his face to coalesce upon an icy looking clear view plate. It felt like the cold had seeped into his bones and joints, making his muscles stiff. There was an irritating beeping sound coming from somewhere. It seemed to keep time with the pounding in his head. His memory was slow to come around and Arkady was disorientated. Where was he? When was he? How many years this time?

Cold, freezing cold, a dry cold unlike a Siberian winter. That should mean something to Arkady. He could feel his heart starting to speed up as adrenaline began pumping through his body. His ‘FIGHT OR FLIGHT’ instincts kicking in before he even completely comprehended his situation. But it did come to him, like a flash of lightning on a dark night in a storm. Cold, freezing, hibernation, Cryo-chamber. His hands suddenly came up to press upon the surface in front of him. He was confined in a small chamber that was a tight for someone as big as him. The surface of the view plate was obscured with a coating of ice. He began to push and then pound as best as he could within the tight confines of his prison. His voice weak and scratchy stated determinedly, “no.”

Carbonadium coils stretched out from the underside of his wrists. Their sharp points suddenly punctured the surface in front of Arkady penetrating to the other side. Pulling back, they once more punched holes in the covering of the Cryo-chamber. He did this several times until the integrity of the hatch was compromised and surrendered to the pressure of his arms pressing from the inside. With a groan the hatch opened, icy clouds condensation escaping as the large naked man stepped out into freedom once more. He stood there for a moment, his coils writhing and flailing about him. “ONCE MORRRE PUNY HUMANS HAVE FAILED TO KEEP OMEGA RED CONTAINED!” his raspy voice called out with his thick Russian accent.

The room was dim, only lit by a dim flicking emergency light coming thru the view port in the metal prison door of the cell. It seemed the main power was out. It must have suffered some critical failure for the Cryo-chamber to allow Arkady to awaken. Arkady looked around the small cell. There was some machinery next to the Cryo-chamber that was so recently his prison. In a fit of rage he turned and whipped his coils against the Cryo-chamber, again and again, tearing it up and destroying it. Arkady then turned his attention to the door of his cell. It was quick work to rip it off of its hinges and out of its frame to be thrown aside against the wall. But doing so left Arkady feeling weak, it was way more of a strain then it should have been.

Naked and bare foot Arkady stepped out of his cell into a stone walled hall. It was dim with only a couple of old flickering emergency lights. There was a door directly across from him and two more down the hall. The short hall ended in an old metal cargo lift. With limited options, Arkady tried the metal door directly across, as it was the closest. The door was locked, but had a sliding metal view port, like the cell he had been in. Opening the view port, his red glowing eyes peered into the gloom-darkened room. There were only some old looking wooden crates laid about the room haphazardly. It appeared to be an old cell converted for storage. Arkady moved on, his bare feet slapping against the cold cement of the floor. Both of the next doors revealed basically the same thing. It appeared this area was old and unused. Arkady gave a snort of derision. They thought to lock him up and store him away like some old forgotten piece of obsolete equipment. They would not live to know the folly of their mistake. He would kill them ALL!

Stepping into the cargo lift, he pressed the controls and nothing happened. So no power no lift. He looked at it. It was not much more than some old thick wooden planks making a platform on an open metal framework. His red eyes looked up the shaft overhead. There he spotted a thick metal crossbeam against the side of the shaft. “You will not throw Omega Red down a dark hole and forget him,” he said to no one. Reaching out with his coils he wrapped them around the crossbeam and pulled himself up. Doing this twice more brought him up to the next level and a pair of closed sliding metal doors. Standing on the crossbeam he sent his coils into the seam between the doors and pried them open. Grabbing the sides with his coils, he jumped and retracted his coils at the same time to pull himself out of the shaft.

Chaos… There was light, shouting, fighting, and gunfire in the distance. Apparently this level was more modern and looked better maintained. The emergency lights lit the area and it was another hallway. There were rows of cells along each side of the hall and the entrances were open. There were 3 men standing just down from Arkady with their backs to him. They were wearing some type of uniform, armed and brandishing their weapons they were yelling for the prisoners to return to their cells. Further down the hall there were other uniformed men fighting with some of the prisoners.

Not wasting words, Arkady reached out with his coils to wrap around and grab 2 of the men. Instantly starting to drain their lives. His body instantly filling with their life energy, it healed the aching of his joints and sore stiffness of his muscles. But more importantly, healing the hibernation hangover and finally putting an end to the pounding in his skull. Discarding their dead bodies as the third man stared in disbelief at the large muscular naked man with the tentacles. Quickly before the stunned man could recover, Arkady snaked a coil around his throat and tightened his grip, while his other coil snatched the weapon from the man’s hands. The other prisoners all seemed to be running the other way. He assumed that was the way out. But first he had business to attend to.

Pulling the struggling man to face him, Arkady lifted him off the floor and looked him in the eyes. “Where is my armor?” he asked in his thick Russian accent. The man kept trying to pry at the coil around his neck with his hands, his voice croaking out hoarse. “I don’t know what you are talking about. Who the hell are you?” he asked, struggling for air. “Red metallic full body armor with big boots,” Arkady further informed the hapless guard. “I… I don’t know. Storage maybe?” he squeaked out with a faint voice. “Where?” Arkady asked simply and directly. The man pointed weakly behind Arkady.

Putting the man down and loosening the coil around his neck but not releasing him, Arkady demanded, “Show me.” The man moved slowly, the long Carbonadium coil like a leash. Behind Arkady, the hall ended just a few yards away. There was only one door there at the end of the hall. As the man walked up to the door, Arkady demanded, “Open it.” The man tried to shake his head. “I can’t. I don’t have the keys,” he struggled to answer. “Then your usefulness to me is done,” Arkady commented as he drained the guard of his life, bolstering and regaining his strength further.

Releasing the guard’s body to fall to the floor, already forgotten, Arkady looked at the door and then used his coils to punch holes around the locking mechanism until it fell to the floor with a loud metallic clank. He opened the door and the room had metal lockers down on side, weapons racks on the other side, and crates and boxes in a line down the middle. Now where could it be he wondered as he walked into the room. Striding down between the row of crates and the lockers he made his way towards the back. From the looks of things Arkady figured he might have been here for a while, though he didn’t know just how long. The older stuff was probably towards the back and that meant that if his armor was here, it was likely there.

Reaching the back of the room, in the corner was a pile of something under an old dirty tarp; it had the shape as if there was a headless body concealed there. Tearing away the tarp, Arkady smiled, it was in fact his armor. Touching it gently, almost reverently, Arkady got dressed in his armor. From his feet to the top of his head, once more he was OMEGA RED.

Striding confidently and boldly back into the hall, most of the chaos had moved on. So too would Omega Red. At the other end of the hall was an intersection. He could hear fighting and gun shots from both directions, along with a lot of yelling. One way looked as good as another, so he randomly chose a direction and strode further into the prison complex. If asked, he would not honestly have been able to say whether he was looking for a way out, or looking for revenge. Both were possible options this early in the game.

It was chaos everywhere and Omega Red had no idea where he was. He could have left a trail of carnage behind him but after draining the first half dozen uniformed men he came across, he felt much more himself. After that, he simply killed, maimed, or threw aside those that got in his way. These were peons, nothing of consequence or concern to him. He wanted those who were responsible for his imprisonment. Turning down another hall, he stopped.

He wasn’t sure at first what he was looking at. There were a group of people, obviously not guards, and one of them looked kind of like he was turning into an elephant. Then the elephant man picked up some woman and turned to head down the other direction of the corridor. As his red glowing eyes focused in, he picked out a face that he thought he might recognize, an old man standing in the middle of the group. Turning towards the group he walked slowly towards them. His red armor was glinting under the emergency lighting. “Is this your doing?” he asked the group in general, motioning with his hand to indicate the chaos encompassing the prison. But Omega Red was looking directly at the man in the middle. This close, he did recognize the man. MAGNETO.
8
posts
86
age
Magnetokinesis
Widowed
played by:
Terry
Brotherhood
Erik was pleased with how the Brotherhood and his assembled allies gathered momentum. Keeping his ultimate plans for Genosha secret had been a risky play, it could have resulted in a mutiny, the sort that Erik had dealt with before, but nonetheless was a messy affair altogether. Instead, they busied themselves as they riled up the inmates around them, pulling them into the revolution that was quickly growing in momentum.

"Brothers, sisters. You need to hasten your escape. I will give you your freedom but the longer we spend in this facility, the greater the chance that the Genoshan slavers will rally to contain us." He instructed, encouraging many of the prisoners and Brotherhood members alike to make their escape, which was when the lizard-based mutant spoke of the generator below them.

“Fifty feet below us, there is a generator, likely priming as we speak. It’s meant to charge up and release a burst of null energy that will temporarily disrupt mutations. When that happens, the guards will move in with narcotics and subdue the prisoners. If you can do something about that, it’s the last immediate threat aside from the guards themselves. Once we’re finished here, there will be more to consider. We’re outside of the Brain Camp’s web currently, but I may have a solution for that as well, particularly if you have a powerful telepath or mood manipulator among your ranks.”

"Can you show my people where it is?" Magneto asked while escape was their primary concern. Erik needed as many soldiers as he could muster, and those trapped within this facility would go a great way in helping them to remove the human stain from Genosha. "What do you call yourself?" He asked of the lizard mutant as Fracture brought news of her intelligence to him.

"Fracture gather up Vertigo and take this brother with you. Disable the generator and get as many mutants to meet up with me outside of the walls as you can on the way through." Erik did not wait for confirmation, as he turned his own attention towards the recovery of his helmet. Stretching his hand outward he could feel the unique vibrations that his helmet gave and with a swift strike the helmet flew from its place in storage through wall and door back into the hand of Magneto, shielded from harm by his powers.

While the other Brotherhood members fought the guards and went to deal with the generator, Magneto pushed forwards. As he moved towards the exit made by Sabretooth, Magneto picked out the form of Omega Red - not someone whom he had expected to find on this island. "A revolution is at hand. Take your freedom and slay as many humans as you wish. Touch no mutant hair and I shall provide you with safe passage from this island once I am in control." That was a promise he would keep, Omega Red was powerful, but should he interfere with his own people, then Erik would take no issue turning his metallic arms on their master.

Outside the prison, voices began to be heard as the former slaves that were outside of the camps when the regime began to fall, began to flood towards the camps to release their brothers and sisters who were contained within.
16
posts
28
age
TK & Touch Telepathy
Single
played by:
Crypt
Brotherhood
Fracture brought her find to Eric, and was ready for orders. She had faith that Erik had a plan; getting captured was something that had to have meaning. She could not fathom the Master of Magnetism allowing otherwise - especially with the heavy hitters at his side. When he gave her marching orders, she nodded. "Of course."

Turning towards the group, she eyes set on Vertigo. She had a positive relationship with the green haired woman, and as soft a spot as one earned with Ariana. She did, however, crack a slight smile when she say who Vertigo was with. "Vertigo! Time to go. We have marching orders. Bring your friend, if he is so inclined." There was no way in hell she was going to assume that she could even vaguely order Sabertooth around. If he wanted to come and kill with them, well, then - he was welcome. He was useful, and he was cunning. Two traits the telekinetic valued.

She turned to Primal and motioned with her head. She expected him to follow; Erik had given a plan, and you either were a part of the plan, or a part of the problem. She was going to enjoy ripping information from people's heads along the way. Her mind had been not used for eleven days, and her muscles screamed for a work out.

Ariana moved forward, assuming the two (or three) would be behind her. Her hand flung out and she ripped open a huge hole in the wall for the Genoshoan prisoners to escape. She directed them, "Through the hole lies freedom. Stay here and die." A bit doom and gloom, but certainly true, and certainly served to spur more than one mutant, covering in a corner.

Fracture motioned her hands forward, sweeping them outward, and those in her way were no longer in the party's way. If she managed to knock a few mutants out of the way? Well, they should have moved faster. This was a prison break, not an invitation to a vacation, and those who could not (or would not) fend for themselves would reap what they earned. There was the distinct sound of necks cracking as a pair of guards tried to rush the woman. She didn't blink; she just twisted their heads like a bottle top, releasing the cartilage that held the head on to the torso. Their heads logged to the side as they fell the the floor.

Though leading, she was also following were Primal was telling them to go, just leaving bodies in her wake. Most were slaughtered with her telekinesis, but one managed to get close enough for her to touch. Only then did she stop, putting her hand on his face and ripping through his mind. The effect took moments. He screamed, and then he stopped.

She grunted. "We'll need the genetic markers if we want to stop the generator with any sort of normalcy." Of course, she was a raw telekinetic. As far as she was concerned, she would just slag it - but there was always the possibility that there would be something toxic within, and slagging the generator would be a bad idea <tm>. So, with a faint smile, she puppeted the now drooling guard with them - just in case.

She got the group to the elevators where, almost comically, she held the door open for them and allowed all to pile in. With a little laugh, she pressed the button for <B> basement. As they descended, she smirked and offered, "So. Sabertooth. Nice to see you at the party. Primal. Nice to meet you." And she even made her puppet wave.

Sabretooth
Vertigo
Primal
4
posts
71
age
Science! Oh, boring lizard powers too
Meh
played by:
Nick
Brotherhood
Adam merely shrugged and nodded when Magneto asked if he could lead others to the generator. He could, certainly, and much as he’d like to find his way to the control room of the prison, this was a rather pressing issue for them. Granted, he wouldn’t be directly affected by the null wave, but Adam had little chance of truly escaping from Genosha on his own. They’d caught him once before, after all. “My name is Adam Berman. Though I have heard the guards refer to me as Primal since my incarceration. It will do, I suppose.” Truthfully, he didn’t really care all that much, nor was he moved to a sudden, inane loyalty when Magneto referred to him as a brother.

Magneto, much like Adam himself, was merely a means to an end.

He fell into stride beside the woman called Fracture, watching with interest as she employed telekinesis to quickly and efficiently dispose of guards in their way before using her telepathy to shred the higher brain functions of on particularly unlucky man, turning him into a puppet for her use. He smirked at her remark about genetics. “I wouldn’t worry too much about that,” he said calmly as they gathered in the elevator. “Their system is not nearly as infallible as they believe it to be. And why would it be? They forced a mutant to design it, after all.”

The chuckle that escaped him was humorless, but not in the sense that he was only able to laugh at something that truly disgusted him. No, the lack of humor was just that—an absence of any emotion to speak of. It was almost a serene sound, but there was a quality of ‘trying to seem human’ about it that undercut the peaceful mood, like an alligator just below the surface of a calm lake. No ripples, but something horrible lay beneath it.

As the elevator descended, Adam moved up to the door. “I would suggest you take cover and allow me to be the first one out,” he advised, again with that dissonant serenity. The machine slowed to a stop, chimed, and the doors opened. Before he had even taken a step, Adam felt dozens of impacts across his body, small bites like bee stings alongside the big punches from bullets. He also felt a staticky feeling wash over him, even as his body was slammed into the back of the elevator. He slumped against it, staying on his feet, head pointed downward as he examined some of the wounds he’d received.

Ping. Ping, ping.

Bullets pushed out of his skin, the silence around them making the sound of metal striking the floor quiet audible, and Adam stood back up again, pulling one dart out of his body as the others cascaded to the floor. He noted the pain in his shoulder as being from a hollow point bullet, a dozen tiny metal shards being pushed back out of him by his healing factor. “Very good. Real bullets, mixed with null darts, and all to create an obvious threat to cover the use of null beam rifles,” he remarked, in the same vein as someone grading a math test. “Of course, since null tech no longer works on me, the attempt was doomed to failure. Will you save me the trouble and stand down?”

His answer was to be riddled with another burst of first, and by the sudden, horrible flaring in his gut, his kidney had been ruptured by one of the shots for a moment before it repaired itself. Adam sighed.

“As you wish.”

He crouched down inside the elevator, burning red eyes on the room in front of him, and began to grow.

Skin was replaced by the hard scales of an alligator’s hide. A massive tail sprouted from the end of his spine, larger and heavier than even his legs. His height increased. His nose, mouth, and chin fused and elongated. Clothes were torn into rags, fingernails extended into deadly black claws, and muscles shifted and enlarged.

Where ten seconds ago there had been a scrawny scientist who couldn’t clear six feet on his best day, there now crouched a hulking, nine-foot-tall werelizard.

Adam crawled out of the elevator, the movement graceful and sleek with his newfound agility and flexibility, then stood up to his full height. When he spoke, his voice was deeper, raspier, and louder than it had been before. “Well, then. Let’s get this over with quickly, shall we?”

He then jumped—not into the group of guards assigned to hold their line, but up onto the scaffolding in the dark behind them, where the three with the null rifles stood. The rifles fired directed energy beams, rather than simply throwing null rays in all directions, as was the norm for the energy-based side of null tech. This gave the wielders the power to pinpoint targets and hit them from much greater range than a mere field, but because of that, the designs were quite expensive, not to mention the expense of designing a compact energy source that could power them for more than one shot. For that reason, there were very few of them.

The three rifles present in the room stood no chance as Adam landed in front of the guards. His hands reached out to crush two of the offending guns, while his teeth bit the third cleanly in half. He turned back to the room at large, almost absentmindedly sweeping the men off the catwalk with his tail, sending them falling to the floor below to break bones and organs. “It’s just the projectiles now,” he called out to the elevator. “Feel free to wipe them out.”

And with that, the giant lizard monster…clasped his hands behind his back and observed, tail flicking.

Adam wasn’t interested in fighting or slaughter. Leave that to those who were.
3
posts
35
age
Father of the year
Widower
played by:
Timid
Brotherhood
Mammomax could feel himself growing stronger, tougher, but also ever more wracked with pain. Above that was the simple unending anger that allowed him to function and keep on. The rage that Tina grafted I to him helped, helped a good deal more then he'd be comfortable admitting. A man could get used to running on an adrenaline high, a dangerous possibly lethal way to go about things.

“Ah, that's the stuff. Dunno why I dont hit you up for a boost more often peg leg. This stuff got an expiration date or anything I need to know? If we get lost, is on me, scent's ain't what they used to be, ya know?”

With the newly bionic Rage over his shoulder and his body on fire with the nasty mix of pure adrenaline and overwhelming pain, the former giant elephant man tore through the prison at speed. He was used to being much bigger, to not feeling the impacts of his feet on concrete so well, to hearing and smelling everything around him. They had been running for 10 minutes already and seemed no closer to the infirmary.

Rage whipped her body around to have her hand reach the other side of his head and pull on his human ear. In a harsh, angered tone she spoke, “No leg jokes. I'm not kidding, Dumbo. ” She was not, and would never be in the mood. She called him Dumbo because she knew it angered him, and to emphasize her point. As much as he didn't like the elephant jokes, she would not receive leg jokes any better.

After a few seconds for him to soak in what she said, she let go of his ear and continued to be the sack over his shoulder. “It'll last as long as adrenaline lasts in you. You start to feel drained let me know and I'll dose you up again.”

She moved her hands to his back, to push herself up and take a look around. These fucking halls, they all looked familiar. Rage clenched her teeth together, angry she couldn't figure out where they were. “Haven't you reached a fork in the halls yet? We should have taken a left by now.” They were similar halls, but she remembered being dragged along.

“Well, ya know I'm not the guy who gave humans big eyes and tiny ears and noses. If I was my old self, my right self, well we’d be there already. Hey do you smell machine oil? I smell machine oil. I was figuring we’d smell blood by now if we was close to medical.”

Max paused to look around, to try and figure out how they were so far off track, to sort out where the hell they were. He didn't see doctors or nurses, but what caught his eye made him grin wide. He spun Tina around to point her at what he’d glimpsed, knowing happiness for her was just around the corner.

“My eyes ain't all that great Rage monster, but that sign, it has a gun on it. That means armory right? Looks like you get Christmas this year after all.”

As he spoke about what he would smell for she rolled her eyes, they were lost. Then she was angry, the nurse would get away. Rage was about to let that anger bubble and fester until she was spun around. Seeing what he was talking about a cold smile grew on her face. “That's right, Mammomax. Merry fucking Christmas.” There was a hint of glee in her voice. It was time to do some damage. Although she still wanted the nurse, it would be a good substitute. “Go towards it.”

“Like you gotta tell me. Always wanted to see what guns was like. Never had the hands for it. Maybe I can finally find out what the big deal is.”

The slowly greying black man walked right into the section with a smile and not a thought for his own welfare. His skin felt super itchy and he felt strong take in the world strong. Of course such a trove of prizes was not unguarded. In fact there was a group of five guards, all cowering in here as they knew they’d lost control. However seeing an actual prisoner just stroll in like he owned the place? That threw them for a moment.

“Hey ladies and gentlemen, my name is Maximus and this here hellcat is Tina. We’re going to be taking all your toys and using them to blow giant holes in your walls and personnel.”

Still grinning even as the guards took aim and grunting as a round pierced his shoulder, Max did something he'd been wanting to try for a long time. He threw the smaller woman right at them, like a baseball. Tina would, hopefully, work her magic and they wouldn't even have to fight.

Fuck. There were guards. She could barely turn her head to see them, and jumped when the bullet pierced Max. Then the unexpected happened. She was thrown! Crashing into the guards she quickly came to terms with what just happened, Rage focused her powers to her hands and touched each guard. They quickly assembled together. Four of the guards fixed their weapons on Max. One forced Rage to kneel and put the barrel of his gun to the back of her head.

They just needed to stall for 15 more seconds. “Goddammit, Max…” She muttered, knowing she could easily be shot in less than 15 seconds.

“One time delay coming up then.”

Mammomax knew and was counting on one simple fact he kept seeing since they put foot on this God damn island, the flat scans here tried not to kill them. Muties were hot property, worth way more then a guard’s salary, dontcha know? That hesitation, that disconnect between thought and deed yeah Max didn't have that. The closest guard got off a round into Max’s hand, but it was a tranq round, no more bother then a pinprick. The next guard got a face full of Max’s fist and spun to be a human shield. The elephant like mutant was already recovering his massive strength and he shook the man like a rag doll as bullets tore into the formerly alive man.

“Why’s you never tell me this takes time to work? Geez, next time I'm throwing you and walking away. Maybe you'll catch one of their eyes and they'll try to take you away from all this. Hurry it the fuck up Rage. I ain't bullet proof yet.”

As Max ripped into the guards she fell to her side, still not used to the fake leg she'd been given. Useless hunk of wood. She reached over and grabbed a weapon to shoot the guard shooting into the dead one hitting the back of his head, turning his face into ground beef.

She growled a frustrated cry. “What the fuck do you think I mean when I say thirty fucking seconds after touching people, Max?! It's through my eyes that's instant!” She moved the gun and pointed it at Max for a moment, “I could just shoot you!” Instead she lowered the gun, Rage wouldn't shoot him. She tried to stand up, but was having difficulty. Muttering to herself as she did, “Stupid, fucking, Goddamn leg, dumb ass elephant, mother fucking Genosha… “

“This is why I got the simple no nonsense powers. Makes life easy. Be a wall, build a wall.”

Thankfully, as Max wasn't really digging the peppered with bullets look, the guards started completely losing their shit. Right on time as another squad, arguably their back up, arrived and were promptly turned into targets.

“Hell yeah! This is what it's about, kill each other dead gene trash! See what it's like to use those big damn guns on your so called normals.”

Grinning, bleeding, and cheering, Max picked Rage back up and held her in front of him like a country fair prize. He shuffled further in a bit as the humans tore each other to pieces. Before them were racks and racks of guns, boxes of specialized ordnance, suits of body armor, even some high yield explosives. Mutants were a diverse lot, it was tough to stay prepared.

“Merry Christmas gimpy. Let's pick out some presents.”

It had been a long time since Rage was manhandled like she was. But she wouldn't complain, as he lifted her up. After he set her down in front of the racks, she hobbled forward to do some shopping. Her green eyes searched as she picked up some body armor, slowly getting the upper body on, but gave up after struggling with the lower body. Taking a semi automatic rifle and putting the sling around her body, filling her vest pockets with some grenades, and taking two hands canon .45 caliber guns with her she turned to see something that brought a glisten in her eyes.

“Oh my god…” Looking at the RPG, Rage did not give a flying fuck what they used it for. She ditched the grenades, and one of the hands canons to move the semi to her hands and sling the RPG to her back, and using her other arm to hold the extra ammo for it. She then turned to Max, “Ready.”

Max was a hands on guy. He didn't really know shit about guns. Hadn't ever actually used one. He was however a man who liked to build things, so he tried to see these as tools. Tools were something he could understand well. There was one box, under lock and key, which took up most of his interest. His strength had been returning rapidly and with a great tearing sound, he pried the box open.

“Hey Tina. My mistake, this is the goddamn fourth of July here. Let's go light up the sky round these parts, what do you say?”

As Max opened the box further, allowing the Ragebringer to see what he saw, an entire case of claymore mines and another of high yield demolition charges stood revealed. Now Max didn't know much about guns, but he knew a lot about tearing down old buildings to make something better.

After they geared up and moved out Max picked her back up and they moved. Rage wanted to find the infirmary, hold the nurse until she could get to her. But Max was in charge of the reins, wherever he went, she went. They reached a wall, just outside of their lock up and started setting up the claymore mines to bring it down. Rage complained the whole time, “We break this down, they'll escape.”

“We blown this us, we all escape. Means Magneto can own the sky again and this whole place is doomed. I like payback as much as the next guy, but I'd rather take down a whole government then two bigots in lab coats.”

Everything set and knowing Tina couldn't do much to show her displeasure but try to crawl away, Max found them a comfy bunker to sit in while her checked all the connections. Satisfied he handed her the remote.

“Besides, I’m letting you light the firecrackers today.”

She smiled as he handed her the remote. For a moment she held it in her hand. Only just a moment, not to contemplate actually pressing it but to reflect how they got there in the first place. The whole plan to take Genosha from the start. The fire in her belly grew. “Fire in the hole.” She jabbed her thumb down letting the detonator activate all the mines. Explosion after explosion each one erupted, doing such damage until the structure began to crumble. The chunks of debris hit the bunker, Rage wasn’t worried about any bits of debris breaking through the bunker. The dust was starting to settle, and the outside of the wall was destroyed, completely. They were free and in an almost inaudible time she uttered, “It's not enough…”

The smile had faded, she wanted, no, needed to do more damage. She needed to kill and hurt more people. There was a nagging ache in her head that was not satisfied.
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Tearing through this small group of Genoshan soldiers wasn't the most difficult thing he'd ever done, but Creed found himself a little surprised when it all of sudden became far easier. They couldn't hold their footing, they couldn't defend themselves, they couldn't focus.

His attacks remained just as brutal, just as flowing, a rare mixture of savage viciousness and precise skill that few people could ever claim to match, claws tearing through Kevlar armor like it was hardly even there.

As the last soldier fell, dropping to the ground after his guts fell out in a heap, his body hitting them with a wet "plop", he looked to the woman calling his name out.

"Well, if it ain't my little Greenie," he spoke casually, his posture and demeanor completely counter to the fact that he was spattered with blood and rent flesh and surrounded by corpses and those very soon to be corpses. "What're ya doin' still wastin' yer time with these losers?"

He knew better than most what Vertigo was. In his mind, the Marauders were a step up from what the Brotherhood was. With Marauders, you had no pretense of idealism, no delusions of fighting for mutant rights or any of that. You just had a loosely affiliated clan of killers, contracted hit men who were together only to make sure that the target stopped breathing for good. It was far more genuine a cause than this one, as far as he was concerned. Nobody was fooling themselves into thinking they were doing anything good or noble.

"It is nice to see me, ain't it?" he answered to the next woman who appeared. Her, he wasn't terribly familiar with. He may have met her a time or two, but quite frankly, he didn't care enough to remember her. Definitely didn't know mini-Godzilla from jack. "Maybe sometime you can return the favor."

He felt disinclined to enter the elevator, not when there was so much chaos and carnage to indulge in on the battlefield. But he could use this to his advantage. He strolled into the elevator, entering the complex alongside these others.

"'Course, that depends how useful you are," he said, without even glancing down to her as they descended. The lizard guy immediately bailed, and left the on-the floor fighting to Creed and the women.

With a speed that would surprise most upon seeing his sheer size, Sabretooth rushed out into the fray, taking a few stray bullets to his shoulder, his left thigh, and ignoring all of them. They meant nothing. Little stings that would heal up before this night was done.

He spun upon reaching the nearest guard, the momentum from his body moving and his ar swinging claws for the neck very nearly taking the guard's head off.

"Any time you wanna do whatever the hell Buckethead sent ya to do would be fine!" Creed called out.

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