12567/The Voyage Home

The Voyage Home
Date of Scene:	17 December 2020
Location:	A Frigid Beach in Frigid Newfoundland!
Synopsis:	With Special Guest Star... Grimy Space Guy!
Cast of Characters:	Wolverine, Cyclops, Pixie, Red, Psylocke

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Wolverine has posed:
In a flash of mostly neon, slightly pastel pink light, the silhouette of Wolverine appears. Nearly instantaneously, it fills in with shades of bright blue, brighter yellow, and... body hair.

"Knew I shouldn'ta had that second tuna sandwich..."

The stocky Canadian looks a bit green at the gills, as if the teleport from New York to Newfoundland didn't quite agree with him. But though the second tuna sandwich might have played some part in his current discomfort, it was more likely the eight beers that caused the issue.

"Alright... this here's where Puck said we'd best see it from and... JEEEESUS CRAP!"

From their location, less than a half kilometer away from the frigid Northern Canadian beach, they can very clearly see what the problem is. It's certainly not very subtle.

Logan looks up, way up, unable to quite see the top of the enormous creature that lies beached on the shore. A gigantic Acanti Star Whale lies half submerged in the ocean, with its head out on the beach. It appears to be struggling to breath, and nearing death's door. The Acanti, however, do not breath oxygen, and they generally don't end up on terrestrial beaches when it's time for them to go, unlike whales of the non-stellar variety.

"I'm gonna KILL that bald little puke... a beached whale my muscular ASS! Come on... let's just go back home. I don't owe Puck THAT many favors..."

Cyclops has posed:
Squinting his eyes from behind his visor, Scott Summers folds his arms over his chest and stares at the massive red whale. "Okay... so .." He trails off after a moment, then lets out a loud sigh. "Alpha Flight can handle this. Let's get back home."

This is a Saturday. Why is he going to have his weekend ruined because of space whales? He reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "What is that thing and why is it in Canada?" The Field Leader doesn't look to be too amused by the situation.

"Are we going to need more X-Men?"

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn steps out of her pink teleportation column...And kinda regrets having come here in the first place, "Brrr! Totally not beach season! Whyyyy did I come again?!" oh right, the teleportation thing comes in handy among other things.

She opted for the standard gold and blue uniform, over her more personalized black and gold mini dress which isn't really suitable for a chilly Canadian December beachside hangout.

Then theres the MASSIVE beached whale and she sighs, rubbing her eyes cranking her neck. Cuz that's just...Eh..

"What the heck?! Is this like, some giant alien whale thingy? Should I just port it back I to the ocean and call it a day?"

Red has posed:
Well, do they need more X-Men? Maybe. But are they availeable? Not always. But sometimes others can help out, yes? But... beached whales? At least, Alice had the mind to arm herself with a thick jacket.

"You know, the word Canada always says thick jacket to me. Why did you not wear one?" She sighs, pondering options as she eyes the whale. "I don't think that was what is what they had in mind, but that looks like... Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galax, chapter 18. If you find a smattering of Petunia, that whale used to be an ICBM and we have the heart of gold in orbit around earth."

Wolverine has posed:
"Last I heard, Alpha Flight WAS tryin' ta handle it. Looks like they done a real bang-up job of it..."

Although he has clearly stated a preference for leaving, Wolverine can't quite seem to avoid walking forward, slowly, as if he's being pulled. Though the Star Whale doesn't look like it's moving much, and seems to be grasping for breath, there's still some sort of... noise?

The noise is unlike anything on Earth, but its closest cognate would probably be the songs that whales have been recorded singing when they're separated from the rest of the herd. It's incredibly sad, and fills even the coldest and crabbiest of hearts with a sense of mourning.

Fortunately, Wolverine is a few paces ahead of them, so they can't see him dab a gloved finger to his eye.

And then, something strange happens. The Acanti's mouth begins to open. Water pours from its top lip as it raises slowly, revealing a maw that beggars words like 'cavernous' or phrases like 'bigly hugely big'. It's hard to tell from this far away, but it kind of looks like there are a bunch of ant-like creatures inside the whale's mouth, all over its tongue. They don't seem to be moving much, though. That's certainly not ominous.

"Ah... whassa worst can happen? I seen Pinocchio, and that old guy didn't seem to mind livin' in that whale too bad. Plus, he got to plow that fairy chick right in the dumper."

It's possible that the version of Pinocchio that Wolverine saw wasn't released by Disney.

"Screw it. Don't know 'bout the rest of you. But I'm goin' in."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn did think to wear a short puffer jacket over her uniform, thankfully, since it's getting pretty cold out here. And who knows how long they'll be out here. "Ummm...Soooo..." wait, what's that? She peers up as the whale opens its maw and notices two things:

Firstly, what a sad and beautiful song that is. And Megan has no idea of what the meaning is behind the tune but tears are already falling from her eyes and she snuffles a bit. "So sad! But what's it trying to say?"

Secondly, what are those beings crawling in its mouth? Okaay, that can't be good. "Wait wait, are you saying we have to climb into the giant whale's mouth and check this out? I mean...Is that...?" safe, she was gonna say. But 'safe' and 'hero' aren't usually uttered I. the same sentence.

Pixie groaaaans. "I really don't like being eaten alive but let's just assume this giant whale guy needs our help and is a friendly sort. Okaaay, everyone gather close, I'll port us in!"

Cyclops has posed:
There is as usual, a frown upon Scott's face as he is told they are going into the mouth of the whale. "I don't know if that's a good idea." He says, then shakes his head as he follows after Logan. Well, at least they can have an adventure and a story out of this.

"But if we come home smelling like fish, Jean is going to kill us both, you know that, right?" He says to the hairy Canadian as he gives him an amused smirk for a brief moment before straightening up. As he moves up closer to Megan so that she can teleport the team in, he takes in a deep breath to hold it.

Red has posed:
Alice quivers as the whale sings, opening the mouth like it's a garage door. She eyes the gaping hole, sighing as she brushes through the red hair, wiping a little ear from her eyes.

"Sorry, Whale-English wasn't in the movie version. But maybe it's asking if the ground is a friend?" she asks as she stops next to Megan, nodding. "Sure, give us a port.... and... gimmie a moment to make somethign to stand on."

Dropping a simple chunk of plastic from the pocket, she stretches it into a plastic tub, wide enough for everybody to stand in. Not deep, but enough to allow to not instantly get wet feet - unless they land in a vat of acid or a blood vessel.

Wolverine has posed:
Riding in on the Pixie Express is certainly a much better option than walking all the way over to the Star Whale. Wolverine turns back, and joins the huddle of fellow passengers in their plastic bathtub. He's hoping that there's nobody off in the distance recording this, or he'll never live it down. Puck would totally post it on YouTube.

"Great. Now we got us a bathtub to travel in, errybody's gonna think we're the goldurned Fantastic Four. Don't worry, Scottie... it'll...

When the flash of pink light happens, and the tub is no longer 'here', but suddenly 'there', Wolverine looks around the inside of the cavernous maw with obvious appreciation. It's a pretty spectacular sight, being inside the mouth of a Star Whale, but it has its drawbacks...

"God... speakin' of fish... smells like an Atlantean's jock strap in this place. 'M... hork! Really... hork! regrettin' that second tuna sandwich right now."

All around them, the eight foot long bodies of a bunch of Brood Soldiers have them completely surrounded!

There must be thousands of them, vicious looking insectoids that could easily tear a man apart!

But... they don't seem to be moving.

In fact, most of them are riddled with holes, or otherwise torn to pieces. A few are still quivering, but look as if they've already lost their precious hold on life.

"I take it back. It smells like a Waffle House."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn ports into the whale's mouth, not really liking this idea, but at least they have a plastic tube thingy to stand in, if they have to swim or...So etching. When they arrive, things dont improve much, bit with fishy smells...Oh and Brood bodies.

Eyes widen in shock and fear and she's already leaning over one of the soldiers to inside the them. "Woah..What happened here?" Pixie glances about, senses peeled for any evidence of magic mischief that might have taken place here..

Cyclops has posed:
"I hate you."

Scott says with a sigh in his throat towards Logan. As he looks around at the murdered Brood soldiers, he doesn't appear to hold much pity. "Parasites." He spits out in an annoyed tone in his throat as he steps out of the plastic tub, not caring about his boots if they splash through any materials. They are tactical and made of unstable molecules. Nothing is going to eat through these.

"Okay guys, we stick together and be prepared to teleport out. The Brood is a nasty alien race that impregnates you with their eggs and then tries to take over planets. If they are here on Earth, that is not a good sign. Especially if something bigger got to them first."

Red has posed:
"I ain't remember that waffle house smelled fishy last I was there." Alice quivered a moment as she sorted herself, putting on what accounts as latex gloves. Just, they were less of latex and more thick PVC, because that was the material she had in the pocket. Thick, protective PVC.

"Who needs some gloves too?" she asked, offering some as she whips out some rough shape for similar ones from the pocket and holdng them out for whoever wants. "Because I ain't gonna touch that with bare hands. Lokks like..."

Bending over the tub's edge, she eyes the corpse, ever so carefully turning what amounts the head, making sure to cover up the eyes as Scott lectures about those. "...like grown tiny facehugger-Alien queens. You know, like from Aliens 3."

Wolverine has posed:
"Fergit killin' Puck, gonna kill erry last sumbitch in Alpha Flight. Don't care that I was invited to most of their weddings!"

The smell of Space Whale mouth is pretty overpowering, even for an unenhanced human nose. So however bad everyone else might think they've got it, Logan has it far worse right now. But at least he's managed to keep both of his tuna sandwiches down. And all eight of his beers.

Basking in the hatred of their Fearless Leader, Wolverine can't help but feel a bit nostalgic. Nobody has hated him in over a week. Like Cyclops, he gets out of the tub, his nearly neon yellow boots landing on the extremely vast tongue meats with a sickening 'SKISH!'

"Yuck! 'Sall squishy... and these is my best boots!"

He begins walking toward the back of the throat, his boots sinking deeply into the tongue with every step. Where exactly he thinks he's going is anyone's guess, but he seems to have a good general idea, at least.

"Think I saw that one. Aliens is the one where that blonde chick comes to Earth to get some semen, right? Half her head turned into a lizard or somethin..."

If you can help it, try not to ever go through Logan's old VHS collection.

"Smells like death and blaster fire up ahead. If I got my bearings right... we're about... whaddaya say? A mile, mile and a half away from the brain? Ain't that where the Brood always put their command centers?"

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn shivers at Cyclop's explanation. "Ewwww gross! Are you saying all those Alien movies were for realz?" she shivers at the thought, but summons her glowing pink soul dagger, holding it overhead to light the way as they descend into deeper darker re eases of the dying whale.

"Okaaay, so I'm kinda like, wondering what they're doing here, and more importantly, what killed em, another alien?" she shudders at the thought, "Whatever it is, it's not magic, I can tell you that much.."

Pixie follows after the others as they wander deeper into the whale's throat.

Cyclops has posed:
"Yes. The movies are real, but they don't look the same. Obviously. Alice, don't touch anything." Scott says as he lets out a sigh. "This is a not a field trip. This has now turned into a mission."

Dressed in his uniform, he continues to scan the area as he gives a visible frown. "I trust you to lead the way, Logan. Pixie, be prepared to teleport us out at a moment's notice. Alice, you stick close to us and don't do anything stupid."

He reaches up to place his hand against the side of his visor, then calls through the comms. "Betsy, we're heading to the brain."

Red has posed:
"No, Alien is the one with the refinery ship following an emergency call, picking up a larva of an alien that clings to a crewman's face, then bursts from the chest. That thing then eats all of the crew but Sigourney Weaver, who blows up the ship and flees in an escape pod with her cat. I think... you mean MIB? No, wait, Species, don't you? MIB only had a plant-thing impersonating a blonde."

Alice, ever the movie nerd. Fixing up her boots befre she starts to follow along, making sure that hers are watertight and have spikes on the bottom so she doesn't slip. "Aye, keeping my fingers off them... but seriously, how did Ridley cott get his fingers on one of these for his movie?"

Psylocke has posed:
"I still see no sign of anything out here."

Betsy was outside. Her purpose was to be certain this whale wasn't alone. It wasn't a fluke that had just ended up here. The experiences with space whales in the past ten years had been unpleasant, to say the least.

It also wasn't the icky insides of a whale! So she was very happy to be outside.

"Let me know if I'm needed in there. I'll keep watch for now."

Wolverine has posed:
It's a long trudge to the Acanti's brain, but fortunately the X-Men (and Alice) have Wolverine to keep their spirits up. Off in the front a few meters, walking in a slightly crouched, hunched over position with his arms out at his sides, the partially-domesticated badger man makes no attempt whatsoever at speaking to the others, and simply sniffs the air, and follows whatever trail it is that he apparently picked up.

So, they'll probably wish they had Nightcrawler here to keep their spirits up instead.

It'd probably be tought to get from the mouth of any creature to its brain, but in this case our heroes have had quite a bit of assistance already. After all, the Brood have already made tunnels all through the poor creature, some held open with artificial apertures, and some simply rough cut through the creature's flesh and kept open by the constant travel of the clawed insectiods.

Travelling through one of these tunnels, and getting nearer to the brain with every step, Wolverine suddenly stops dead in his tracks, which is the X-Men's official signal for 'There's Danger up ahead.' It's in the manual and everything, and some of them have even read it.

Shortly thereafter, the sound of voices can be heard. Unlike the Acanti's ongoing song, the voices are audible, and very rough. Some of them also seem to be singing though.

It sounds a bit like this... "Glurktig morg urga druklo chugks! Ro-ho HOOOO unna baga uv WRUMMMM!"

Cyclops has posed:
"Got it. Think we just found something. Definitely alien in nature. We may need your telepathy to translate for us."

Scott gives a visible frown as he tilts his head to one side, listening to the garbled language, then glances over to Logan and Pixie. "Stay frosty." He says softly to him. "No loud noises."

As he moves forward towards the sounds, he sticks to the side of a wall, sliding along it as he lifts his hand again, placing a pair of fingers against the dial of his visor, ready to blast the first sign of aggression if necessary.

"Logan, how many you counting?" He hisses to the feral X-Man.

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn follows after the others, sighing and shaking her head. "This is terrible...I can't believe they tortured this poor creature..Are they really trying to take over its brain? Is that what this is all about?" she shivers, not really keen on seeing what is up ahead.

When Logan stops, she swallows, glancing around, "Soo now what?" oh, oh right, she'd better hush!

Pixie hunkers down as she strains to hear, "Uh, anyone speak Brood, or whatever?"she hisses.

Red has posed:
Alice sighs as the trudging goes on, using the march time to get herself some little armor - and quite some knives. Not that those might be super sharp, but better than nothing. Just a big bouquet of kunai from whatever plastic she could find in her pockets, before she had used everything up and spending the rest of the march to refine the edges. Not as sturdy of good as steel. But monofilament sharp.

As they stop, she rearranges the whole thing to pick one into the left, the right making sure she had supply once that one was used up. A colorful bouquet of plastic sample blades.

"That's not in the lecture list, but I think they speak Howlett" she hisses back under her breath

Psylocke has posed:
"I was hoping not to get my boots wet," comes that British voice across the comms. Yet, Betsy is sending out one last telepathic sweep on the exterior, just making sure. Nothing. She turns and heads for the whale, to enter as the others had. After all, there weren't really any shadows on the beach at the moment she could use, except in the side of the beast itself anyway.

Once inside, she'll be in darker surroundings and uses her shadow-portation, bubbling out of the darkness near the rest of the group then solidifying into a human shadow form then, a moment later, reappearing as her usual purple obsessed self.

Wolverine has posed:
Through clenched teeth, Wolverine whispers into his comm device.

"'Bout twenty of 'em. I smell booze, blasters, and BO. Pretty sure we're dealin' with..."

Just then one of the mysterious creatures pokes his head out of a tunnel aperture about a hundred meters down the artery from them! A skinny humanoid with blue skin and giant red bug eyes, dressed in extremely shabby clothes and armor, with a grimy red overcoat thrown over the top. The alien lets out a squeal and disappears back inside the aperture.

"Dammit! We've been made!"

Wolverine is already off and running moving impressivly fast for someone whose boots are squishing through the organic internal matter of an ancient Space Whale.

The Brood make it look so easy.

Off Wolverine goes, claws extended, running headfirst into whatever trouble might be around the corner. Must be a Saturday...

He disappears through the door, and the last noise that can be heard from him is one of his trademark feral roars.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

There's the sound of blaster fire, followed by a very loud "FWEEEEEEEEEEEET!!!", and then there's no more feral Wolverine noises...

Cyclops has posed:
"Wait, Logan. We don't know if they're friendly or ... and .. there he goes."

There is a low sigh from Scott as he rockets out a laser blast to ping a creature away from The Wolverine and to provide some cover for him. "Pixie! Try and make them giggle. Alice, I hope you brought enought plastics to create some type of shield. Aliens tend to use lasers that vaporize flesh. Just do whatever you can to protect youself and don't stand out in the open."

At least in the X-Men's experience in the past. Everyone has 'turn to dust' blasters.

"We're engaging, Psylocke. Logan jumped first into the pool as usual."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn blinks, reaching an arm out towards Logan but he's already gone. "Hey wait...!" she flinches at the various sounds coming from that tunnel and nods to Cyclops, fluttering into the air a bit to get better elevation and a good vantage point of the aliens or whatever they are up ahead.

"..Okay, here goes nothing!" wings flutter with blurring speed, sending out a wave of pink hallucinogenic glitters towards them...

Red has posed:
Alice nods as she re-molds the grips of the bundle while she ducks against the wall, taking cover behind a structural piece. No, not the whole grips, just the center rings, giving some sort of.... extra spiky shield. Or war fan? an almost circular war fan. Nope, not engaging till told so, but... she's spikily armed.

Psylocke has posed:
"He always does," Betsy says from right behind Scott. Having teleported inside a moment ago, but he wouldn't be able to see her since he was to the front of the group.

As Pixie goes in, Betsy is following. At a little distance. She doesn't want to have a chance of getting caught in the glitter storm that is going on. As she rushes into the room, the first thing she is doing is scanning for threats even while she is trying to spot Logan. Not hearing his fighting noises was a concern.

She also reaches out with her telepathy, trying to determine what is going on here.

Wolverine has posed:
The giant Brain Control Room that Wolverine ran so recklessly into it is substantially smaller than the cavernous maw, but still pretty cavernous. Warehouse big, at least. All over the place are pieces of futuristic (from humans perspective) equipment and giant computer monitors. Much of the equipment looks partially organic, however. Apparently the Brood are more sophisticated than they seem, or else they do their Evil Shopping at whatever the equivalent of Brookstone is at the Space Mall.

There are roughly twenty of them, like Logan said, though he estimated a little bit low. They've taken defensive positions behind different solid-looking pieces of tech, or conveniently-placed bits of brain matter. Blasters out, they look as if they're ready to return fire at a moment's notice.

Wolverine himself is nowhere to be seen. Not unless one looks way, way up.

There he is, pinned against the fleshy roof of the enormous room, and anyone with very good eyes would be able to tell that he's been pinned through the shoulder to the ceiling with something that looks kind of like an... arrow?

Standing out in the open, with one arm extended in Logan's direction, as if he's holding him there by magic, and no visible weapon at all, an Extremely Grimy, Extremely Blue man in a flowing red leather overcoat looks at the incoming mutants with a smile on his face.

He's got some really jacked-up teeth. And a very tall red fin on his otherwise bald blue head.

"Now hol' up, hol' up there... less all jus'... take 'er eeeeeeeeazzzy....." The clearly alien man seems to have picked up a backwoods drawl far worse than Logan's.

"Translator microbes shoulda kicked in by now... so whaddaya say we have us a little... whaddaya call it? A parlour?" He smiles, an extremely untrustworthy smile.

"Names Yondu Udonta. Ya've probably heard of me, seein' as how I'm so famous."

Cyclops has posed:
Glancing upwards at Logan pinned with a space arrow, Cyclops gives a furrow of his brow, then trains his visor upon Yondu. "Sorry, never heard of you, Yondu. I'm going to need for you to get my teammate down. You don't have to be gentle about it though."

He holds up his hand towards the rest of his team to hold up for a moment. It looks like he is giving this soon to be Guardian of a Galaxy a chance to speak things out.

"I am Cyclops and we are the X-Men. We were summoned here because of this space whale having landed on our planet. Seeing the Brood here obviously gave us some concern."

His lips press into a thin line. "So, what's the gameplan? You're taking this fish and going back out into space and calling it a day? If so, we're good here. I'm not looking for a fight if I can help it."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn freezes as the aliens spy them...Wait, why didn't her dust take immediate effect? It usually does..She frowns but stays where she is for the moment, glancing towards Cyclops for her next move..

She glances up at Logan then back to Cyclops questioningly..Can she risk porting to him loose without worsening things..?

Red has posed:
Alice does cover most of her body with the shield as she follows up, doing her best to cover up the backside of the others, the plastic weaponry gleaming in the flourescent light. Maming a little upon warrior gal, right? No.. she's eying over Yondu's coat.... what micht that be made from? Was she close enough? Hmmmm, maybe.. she could entangle him if he was goind to attack them.

Wolverine has posed:
"Hey Festus... have you always had so many nipples?"

One of the Ravagers is holding a hand out, completely in the opposite direction of any other person in the room. Over on the other side, hiding near a panel, Festus is wearing a shirt and looking at the other Ravager as if he's lost his mind.

The little bug-eyed guy from before pokes a head out, now that it looks as if everyone is talking, and frowns at the X-Men (and Alice). "Boss... pretty sure these is HUMANS! We ain't s'posed to interfere in the development of their primitive civilization. 'S'in the Ravager Code!"

"Yeah boss, they's liable to go crazy and worship us like gods!"

There's a general murmur of agreement, and also a lot of scattered comments about extra nipples. Apparently about a quarter of the Ravagers have come under the spell of Pixies Magic Dust, and they all have similar fixations. It's tough being a space pirate. Either way, the Ravagers' effective force has been cut down to about three quarters, without much violence transpiring.

Yondu looks up at the feral Canadian, who is currently frothing from the mouth and trying to claw Yondu to pieces from a few hundred feet up in the air. It's... not working well for him.

"Ha! Lookit 'im wigglin' up thar! I'll let 'im down, sure, but... he looks awful cranky... ya got anything to calm him down with? We're fresh outta booze, sorry to say."

One of the Ravagers pipes up from the side, his eyes all sorts of bloodshot. "Ya'll look just like my Aunt Dweemus."

Yondu pinches the bridge of his nose.

"D'ast! Which one of you gave my boys weaponized hallucinogens! Fess up, now!"

Yet another Ravager pipes up, sliding out from behind another piece of computer tech, and then falling over onto his side, looking up at them with a dazed expression.

"Yeah, and you got any MORE?"

Cyclops has posed:
"Good job, Pixie."

Scott says aside to Megan as he folds his arms over his chest. He looks upwards at Logan, then back towards Yondu. "Yeah. So .. I'm going to need you guys to get off our planet. You probably have a minute at most before he yanks that arrow out of his chest and starts turning everyone into diced cubes of meat. He heals really fast and is known for a lack of self-control"

He tilts his head over to Psylocke to give her a silent nod, then looks back towards Yondu. "And if you run into anyone that call themselves The Starjammers, you punch their captain in the jaw for me. Tell 'em his son says hello. So, you give us back our Wolverine, and we'll let you guys peacefully take off and enjoy your time in space. Sounds like a fair trade."

<< Betsy, you may need to calm him down before he fucks all of this up. We'll go out for drinks afterwards. Harry's will be on me."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn giggles a bit as she watches the results of of her hallucinogenics, "And there's plenty more where that came from, too! So you'd better run while you still can!" she eyes the guy who seems to be holding Logan there with some sort of psychic control....And waits to see what Cyclops wants to do.....

Red has posed:
Alice sighs as she eyes Scotts discussion, working on the shield a little so it has a hook to go into the belt before she gets out of her jacket. "Cyclps, I think I can handle the... restraining part for our honeybadger. That's if he does not not care."

Why does she slip out of the jacket? Because she reworks its design so it becomes one of the kind that makes you hug yourself, ending in extra long sleeves and the zipper decidedly in the back. And offering it to the others...

Psylocke has posed:
"Wolverine will behave. Just because he is angry doesn't make him stupid," Betsy points out calmly. The situation is volatile. For that arrow to have been strong enough and fast enough to put Logan on a ceiling? She has no idea who this guy Yondu is but there is something going on here. "Isn't that right, Wolverine?" she calls out more loudly, to be sure he can hear her way way way up there.

"We will all remain calm. We'll keep that jacket handy just in case though."

She looks to this Yondu. "You can understand it is difficult for us to consider things rationally with our teammate on the ceiling." Which she notices is changing as the arrow seems to be lowering Logan toward ground level. "Can we perhaps keep this rational? We'll get out of your whale. You get off the planet quickly?"

Wolverine has posed:
As the arrow gradually lowers to the ground, the X-Men's resident grouch is gently lowered with it. Well, gently aside from having a Space Arrow stuck in his shoulder. But, knowing Logan as we do, he'll be fine. And apparently, Yondu has had enough experience with Earth People to have avoided all of the major organs. Looks like he wasn't exactly trying to kill Logan, since he made pretty short work of a lot of Brood soldiers.

Might have just wanted to keep him alive to torture though.

Fussing the whole way, with actual froth around his mouth, something about the trip several hundred feet down to the ground seems to have a calming affect on him. A bit, anyway. The claws are still out, and his obscenities haven't relented.

"Alright... here ya'll go... one powerful ugly-lookin' critter in a yellow condom, delivered as promised. Now, I'll thank ya'll kindly to get outta my blasted Spacee Whale. I always wanted to get me one of these... just shows that if you work hard, you can achieve your childhood dreams!"

The arrow is quickly yanked out of Wolverine's body, and returns to hover at Yondu's side in response to his sharply-whistled "FWEEEEEEEEEET!"

Claws still out, Wolverine looks at the Spacee Pirates, then back at the group he came with, a bit confused.

"Bah... screw it. Less go getsum beer."

Cyclops has posed:
"Sounds good to me."

Scott looks relieved that they aren't getting into a huge fist fight with aliens, and frustrated that he will have to most likely buy Logan beer on the trip home. He gives a nod of his head towards Psylocke and Pixie. "Let's get out of here."

He gives a short nod of his head towards Yondu before they are whisked away in the shadows through teleportation and back towards their Blackbird. It's going to be a long trip home.