12759/The Cure: Infiltration!

The Cure: Infiltration!
Date of Scene:	27 February 2021
Location:	Breakstone, Westchester County
Synopsis:	The Xmen rescue the mutant prisoners from DAMT headquarters and ensure that no more twisted experiments will ever be performed there again.
Cast of Characters:	Pixie, Colossus, Nightingale, Moonstar, Phoenix, Prismatic, Cyclops, Nightcrawler, Cannonball
Tinyplot:	Mutant Cure

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Pixie has posed:
The battle outside the compound continued to rage on. Logan, with help from Shannon had lunged wildly at the Sentinel while Scott blasted open a back panel, damaging a portion of its back hardware, although while it slowed it down some, the massive machine was still on the move. It's latest attack had unleashed a cone of freezing ice and blinding snow on its enemies, Creatimg a sheet of ice on the ground in front of it, freezing trees and possibly slowing down anyone that wasn't fast enough to dodge.

Meanwhile, the small army of guards were interlocked in a fierce battle with the Xmen who were slowly gaining the upper hand. As a second wave of guards entered the Frey, Megan had managed to distract them with a shower of hallucinogenic dust, which had confused them into believing their associates were beautiful eleven princesses, leaving them to stop and gaze in wonder at their coworkers, giggling, flirting and even dancing with each other - quite an amusing sight! Alarm bells and sirens flashed, bring the majority of guards to the back of the compound, leaving the prisoners within only lightly guarded.

But, will the Xmen outside be able to fight the guards and sentinel long enough for Kurt and the others to slip in?

Colossus has posed:
When the armored form of Colossus enters the fray, it may be something of a game changer. His physical poewr is on par with the Sentinel's might and he charges in full bore, the light gleaming on his metal skin as he charges towards the robotic enemy.

"We have had enough of your evil! No more shall mutant children live in fear of your shadow!" he cries. He tries to grasp low at the robot, hoping to hook it by the leg and literally yank the leg right off, having every intention of using the torn limb as a bludgeon to continue beating on the Sentinel with its own torn legpiece. Any other attacks on him, gunfire and the like, he ignores. For now, he only has eyes for the robot.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon's got enough altitude to be mostly out of range of firepower. A grim smile appears on her face as she sees Colossus enter the fray. <<Guys, watch out. These things have a nasty sonic attack.>> She's nearly one with the night, in her black bodysuit, her hair pinned up under a black knit cap, and her wings hidden by an image inducer.

Moonstar has posed:
In situations such as this where there's battle to be had, Dani often goes with her Uru sword, Deathwind. When one has such a weapon, why not? With her enhanced reflexes and physiology, and her skill with the sword, she waves into the fray with a vengence. In this, with these people having taken captive innocent people, very little mercy is offered, though where she can, and has the time, she prefers incapacitation to death. She nimbly dodges most of the blows that come her way, and her Valkyrior physiology, coupled with her Asgardian armor, any bullets that hit her simply don't do much, if anything.

Phoenix has posed:
Phoenix - a champion at overextension as usual - is fighting on two fronts. She's guiding the recovery team, backing up and reinforcing their established map of the facility like a psychic HUD as well as keeping a telepathic chain of communication open between everyone in the event of radio disruption. Physically, she's working overtime trying to keep those above shielded from the attacks of the Sentinel as well as the weaponry of the guards firing in their direction.

Brilliant rose light forms a moving wall in front of Cyclops as his ranged attacks light up the night crimson, while smaller ones erupt into view and disappear as she intercepts incoming shots. With her attentions pulled in a half dozen different directions, it's trickier to keep *herself* shielded. The blast of ice from the Sentinel passes alarmingly close, enough to blanket her black and gold uniform in a freezing, slowing rime which she just as quickly begins melting with a nimbus of fire. Some of the secondary shields go down at the disruption and refocus of her power.

Prismatic has posed:
    Alexis is fashionably late, but clad in a black suit with her bolero jacket over it, hair tethered in a bun and complete with her batons.

    She might not have superhuman strength, or reflexes, but she has a hell of a lot of determination.

    With the lights and violence behind her, she follows behind Dani, slipping to and fro against the battlefield, her face set with grim determination.

Pixie has posed:
"ZZZtttt! AAlllLL mUtANTsssszzzzzzzz...WiLL bE.....!" something must have hit the Sentinel's speech circuitry as the Xmen's strongest offensives take various shots at the Sentinel, and of course the final blow comes when Colossus rips its leg off and pummels it to oblivion..

*CRASH!* it falls to the ground, crawling helplessly towards the Xmen, lifting its arm for one last powerful sweeping plasma blast amid the chaos. All the while, Dani effortlessly sweeps through the weaker guards, easily dispatching them. Jean may be multitasking, but easily able to handle multiple attacks and communications, but just for a second, it seems she lowers her guard just enough for a guard to shoot at her from behind..However whether he is successful or not has yet to be determined.

Pixie continues to dodge the ranged attacks from the air, easily and gracefully dodging the blasts even if she's not as invisible with her bright hair and luminescent wings. But the enemy is distracted enough by now that the rescue team has a window to slip inside, if they're quick enough..

Cyclops has posed:
As he presses the attack on the Sentinel, Cyclops rips open a path along the neck of the robot, serving up Logan a silver platter of exposed wires. The Wolverine gives a loud snarl as he rides the robot down to the ground, then pulls one of his arms back. "Suck it, bub." He snarls deep in his throat as he borders on the edge of pure rage. He slams his claws into the back of the robot's skull, looking to put him down as the field leader taps his visor to send another beam of red optic blasts to try and sever the lifted hand.

<< Team! Great work. Keep pushing in and find the hostages. We'll continue to keep the path cleared for you from here. If you need help, let us know and we'll be right in. Magik can move us around the battlefield. >>

Colossus has posed:
Colossus puts his back into making sure the Sentinel is truly down. He has seen the Terminator films, knows all too well how an electronic eye dimmed can flare to life again suddenly, offering up new threat, new terror. He has seen the terror inflicted in the eyes of mutant children. He has seen those he cared about pushed to the edge and devastated by the toll taken in these recent fights.

And so he smashes, much like a green-skinned counterpart of similar strength. He rains down blows with the torn leg then tosses it aside and drives his fists over and over again into it, jackhammer blows that rend metal and send sparks flying, ripping out circuitry in long strings like loops of intestine and ripping them in pieces, "Your time is done, robot. You soulless thing! You abomination! You and your masters shall never destroy us! Never make us bow. NEVER!" he cries, finally ripping the head of the thing in two and tossing it in either direction. He would be breathing heavily except that, in his armored form, Colossus does not breathe. And so he is eerily still and calm in aspect as he turns towards some of the remaining foes. "And now...it is your turn, comrades. If you have any wits about you...I suggest you run.'

Nightingale has posed:
     From high above, Nightingale scans the battlefield below. There had to be a way through this maze. There were some gun emplacements here, a few good clear lines of sight there...

     There! <<Cyclops, to your three, there's some concealment through the brush that may make approach a little easier for some. Looks like a possible blind spot, please advise.>> Otherwise, she remained right where she was, a guardian angel with eyes on the ground, scanning for threats to her friends as best she may--and for a way through the chaos, if one could be found.

Moonstar has posed:
Dani Moonstar doesn't stop what she's doing. There's still distracting to be had. And guards to take out of the action. Of those she connects with, only one or two, if that, won't survive. The rest? Well. That might come back to bite her on the tail, one of these days, but there it is. She mostly uses the hilt of the sword to knock guards out, rather than the blade end. The blade end is almost always fatal.

Phoenix has posed:
The psychic link connecting the team is shot through with a momentary spark of pain before the entire thing goes dead. For the first time in years, even Scott can't sense Jean.

With a sharp wince and a hiss, Jean reflexively lashes out a hand towards the guard at her back. What should have launched him into the next county instead just knocks him off his feet like a hard shove. Jean's hand drops down limply to her side as her eyes slowly widen with the realization of what just happened. To her, it's like one of her senses was just ripped away like someone made blind or deaf.

She's still standing and doesn't look any worse for wear, but the shock on her face is clear. So is the exceedingly explicit curse she uses. "I'm hit! Backing off!" She shouts, her voice breaking even as she says it with fury replacing the shock.

Then she's turning to bolt towards the closest source of cover, unaware that the ground where her running feet hit turns brown and dry.

Prismatic has posed:
    "Jean's hit?" Alexis quietly murmurs to herself, reaching up and taking one guard by the neck with one baton, and striking him upside the head with the other to knock him out, ducking and weaving again as she enters the prison, her eyes going wide as she darkens her skin to better blend with the shadows.

    "Well, that can't be good."

Nightcrawler has posed:
Inside, it's perhaps slightly quieter than outside. Maybe. But probably not for long! There are electrical fields, and those tend to be annoying things that make more work! Kurt's tail flicks back and forth behind him, and he briefly eyes the electrical fields before hunting for the circuit box that will hopefully prove to be the right one. The right one for them, at least. The wrong one for the bad guys! He finds the grey box on one of the walls, then reaches out a hand to pull it open. "Such a terrible use for a sword, tsk," he mutters under his breath. "Also probably bad idea, but... never stopped me before," he adds with a grin. Then he draws his sword from his back before diagonally slashing at the contents of the circuit box. Not the best idea, but -- the sparks should sure be pretty if it works!

Pixie has posed:
It doesn't take long now before the Sentinel goes down, blasted by Scott's well placed beams, Logan's slashes and slices and finally pummelled to mashed potatoes by Colossus' powerful blows. There's really not much left of it by the time the Xmen are through with it, other than smashed up, sizzling circuitry.

Of course it seems there are still so many guards spilling out of the complex, many of which are carrying cure darts which are not so easily shaken off if they hit..Of course Dani may have her hands full at the moment as she handles the next wave of guards, no longer under Megan's hallucinogenic effects.

And then Jean cuts off communications and Megan's eyes widen, fearing the worst. "Miss Grey?" she calls out, scanning the area below, tapping her comment when she zones in on her, <<Cyclops, something's wrong with Phoenix, shall I port her to the Blackbird?>> she's already swooping down on her position to check on her.

Inside, Kurt will have no trouble destroying the circuitry that controls the force fields although there is more than one panel controlling them. Can he get to them all in time? The inside is not as heavily guarded, but the noise of electricity crackling and sparking out catches the attention of a few guards who rush towards him with blasters and cure darts.

Colossus has posed:
Colossus swats aside various guards, almost dismissively, backhanding one and sending him flying and snatching the weapon out of another's hand, crushing it before using a headbutt to shatter the helmet around his head, leaving him in the Russian's wake.

"No more gulag," he says angrily as he plows towards the imprisoning building and just starts to tear the walls apart, punching through hard and starting to rip openings where he can. If he encounters a forcefield, he will merely pound on it until it fails, his repeated blows more powerful, likely, than they were prepared to resist without significant reinforcements. Often, Piotr is a jovial and kind-hearted figure, but today he is a scion of wrath and woe betide anything that gets in his way.

Cyclops has posed:
As he feels the psychic link break, Cyclops finds himself freezing for a quick moment. A half-tick. He taps the comm-link on his ear, their backup communication. "Pixie! Get to Jean and get her on the Blackbird. Team, she just got hit by the Cure, we've lost our telepathy. Keep pushing in and use back to back formations when engaging with the enemy. Colossus! Lead the way since you can't be hurt by flying needles. Logan and I will keep it locked down out here. Partner with Sam to maximize damage."

As he continues to zap guards off to the side with quick strikes of his optic beams, he moves along the position that Shannon pointed out. "Alexis, you're with me! Stay armoed up! Kurt, try and get to those hostages ASAP. We don't have much time!"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie as Sam is making his runs on the place, trying to open up holes for the others. He seems what he thinks is the main generator area, and the this run he will aim to go right through the center of it, as he moves to meet up with the armored engine of destruction.

Nightingale has posed:
     Oh, crap. Phoenix, hit by the Cure? Nightingale had just gotten through her time de-powered, and it had been no fun. "Copy that, Cyclops. If Pixie can teleport about halfway out, there's enough cover for either her or me to get Phoenix to the Blackbird." Her lips are set in a thin, grim line as she watches the scene below, ready to swoop in and do as she had been told to do. Watch, guard, and guide.

     Such is the way of the Nightingale.

Moonstar has posed:
When cure filled darts start coming into the picture, Dani takes more care with those around her. Any of the guards carrying those darts meet the blade end of her sword. For those, there is no forgiveness. And she takes care to dodge or block or deflect any of those darts she sees coming her way. That is the key, though. She can only deflect, dodge, or black those she sees coming at her. But those she sees are no problem. She twitches briefly when Jean's communications are cut off, but that's all the acknowledgement she gives it for the moment. In her mind she speaks a Valkyrie prayer for the woman, but her body keeps doing what she needs it to do to stay in the fight.

Phoenix has posed:
Jean's psychic powers may be temporarily down, but what DAMT doesn't know is she's just the starter for a horrifying tag team, and the other player isn't amused one bit by these clumsy advances in mortal science and what it's doing to the flame-haired woman. Literally fire haired. Megan may want to keep back.

As Jean crouches down to shield herself from the action, strand by strand seems to ignite in a rapid chain reaction. In moments, she's engulfed in a column of fire that seems to be originating from her but somehow not harming her outside of a few points of her costume which seems to have torn and ignited at the edges like glowing seams.

The fire rises higher and higher like a tornado, and the trees it touches don't combust so much as are rendered into blackened skeletons that collapse in upon themselves in a growing cloud of ash. As the peak of the flames reach above the roofline of the building, two baleful eyes like miniature suns open above the forming impression of a raptor's beak and turn upon the guard who dared to fire the dart at Jean. The night around the compound is turned to noontime brightness as two great wings spread out from the churning inferno.

Unbound from its psychic jess and hood, The Phoenix makes her displeasure known in a scream that shakes the ground and rattles the halls where the rescue team works.

The guard doesn't even survive long enough to hear the scream stop. His own is cut short before it's barely begun as he's reduced to smoldering cinders in an instant.

"Leave them to Us." Jean's voice, compounded and twisted with raptor's scream, cuts through the air as the woman slowly gets back up to her feet with her eyes blazing an incandescent white. "Get to the others."

Prismatic has posed:
    Sparks and guards, must be The Way!

    The other mutant girl dodges and draws back behind a corner as the Cure Darts start drawing in -- but she has faith. After all, normality for her? Only Skin Deep. HEr darkened skin helps keep her unnoticable as she procedes where Dani goes, and moves gracefully, batons robbing guards of healthy knees and good footing as she moves to clear the way for the evacuees!

Nightcrawler has posed:
There is a certain amount of satisfaction at plunging it all into darkness. Even more so since he can still see. He keeps the sword in hand, BAMF's behind the first guard and thwacks him at the back of the head in that spot so good at knocking someone out. Hearing a shot behind him, he dodges and the dart intended for him goes into the guard he'd knocked out as his body's falling to the floor. The guard who tried to shoot him earns a slash along his forearm, then a smack from Kurt's tail that sends the man tumbling to the floor. He lunges forward, yellow eyes bright in the darkness, snakes his tail around the third guard and then BAMF's to the outside wall of the building about ten feet up, hands and feet stuck to the building. "Bye!" he says, perhaps too brightly, then releases him from his tail before BAMF'ing back where he'd come from. "Shh, stay quiet, ja?" Kurt whispers to the used to be but not rescued yet prisoners. He snakes his tail around one of them, to pick them up, then moves to grab another with his hands. If rescuing them means wearing himself out then that's what he'll do. He BAMF's then with the pair, to the designated point outside that the prisoners were to be rescued to.

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn meeps, eyes widening as Jean becomes the Phoenix and she darts back quickly, rising high into the air. <<Everyone watch out! Phoenix has awakened! Dont think I'll be able to get close enough til she calms down..>>

Even as she speaks, chaos erupts around them, as people flee at the newest threat which has just increased a hundred fold. Those who aren't smart enough to flee either back into the compound or further into the wilderness are quickly incinerated, unleashing a unified and pained scream of agony. Many are instantly killed on the spot. The less lucky ones are caught on fire, shrieking and attempting to roll around on the ground to snuff out the flames.

Cannonball blasts through the main power generator, exploding it in flames and causing the lighting and cameras to falter. Whatever force fields have not been destroyed already by Nightcrawler start to fall and those who are not wounded already are already fleeing in a mad and disorganized manner towards the exits..
Unfortunately there are already reinforcements on the way..

Fortunately Kurt has no problem taking the handful of guards who don't see as well in the dark but many more arrive! armed with guns and cure darts.

Outside several of the rescued prisoners find themselves suddenly ported out, blinking around in a confused state, but there are many more to go, many are very injured too..

Cyclops has posed:
"Pixie, Shannon, Kurt is coming out with the first round of hostages. Get them on the Blackbird so he doesn't wear himself out. Jean and I will .. hold it down out here."

Scott just watches the red head destroys the guards and turns them into ash. Right now, he is wondering what is the largest threat. DAMT or his teammate?

Steeling himself, he makes his way towards Jean, feeling the heat rippling off her as he turns his head to fire off a blast into the chest of a fleeing guard, sending him sprawling.

Nightingale has posed:
     "Nightingale. Copy that, Cyclops. On my way."

     Down below, there on the ground, she could see some of the first hostages emerging from the compound. Backwinging to a landing, she hunkers down to keep something of a lower profile, and present less of a target to those who had those damnable Cure darts. "This way!" she calls to the hostages. "We're friends. There's a way out of here. Come on!" Reaching out to those who were otherwise too frightened or bewildered to help themselves, she helps shepherd the first group of hostages, about five or six for her own part. "Pixie, there's a few more here, this is gonna take both of us!"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will hover near Colossus as he is making holes in the wall. He concentrates extending his blast field as best he can, to let the prisoners use it to shield themselves from the hear and any stray shots. His blast roaring loudly as he has to concentrate on staying in place, and making the field larger.

Moonstar has posed:
Outside as she is, fighting guards, Dani can't possibly miss the fire. That can't possibly be good! But she doesn't have any time at present to give much more thought to it than that. She follows some of the fleeing guards toward the wilderness, away from the fire as the majority of the guards there are taken care of, and starts taking them down as she catches up to them.

Phoenix has posed:
For all of the devastation that's happening outside, it's not uncontrolled chaos. The Blackbird looks to be safe from the heat of the Phoenix as it seems to just pass around the plane, who's hatch is open for Shannon to usher in and secure the rescued prisoners.

"Go save them." The fiery woman turns towards Scott as he approaches and she then gestures towards the main building. She smiles. Something terrible, proud, sad, and defiant all at once. "Protect our people."

The Phoenix takes to the air and rises above the compound. Below, the booming voice of the Sentinel sounds, "UNIDENTIFIED HOSTILE, CEA---"

It doesn't get to finish.

The already torn and scorched robot jerks and twists like it was in the grips of a massive hand. Metal screams, wires snap and arch electricity into the air, and then the entire thing combusts. What collapses to the ground is a giant's carcass, misshapen by an impossible heat into a gnarled, sneering shape who's twisted fingers reach helplessly skyward.

There's no signs of any of the remaining exterior security force. Maybe it's nice to think some may have made it out, but with the valkyrie in pursuit it's unlikely. If the wrath of one god fails, another is there waiting. The few who may have escaped The Phoenix aren't going to escape Dani.

Nightcrawler has posed:
There's no time taken after releasing the prisoners at the designated spot. There isn't the time for it. They do get a brief reassuring smile, but then Kurt's BAMF'ing again, leaving behind the distinct odour of brimstone. Back inside, back to the others. Though once he's back to where the prisoners were, one of his eyebrows quirks a touch and he mutters in German, "Mehr von ihnen, immer mehr von ihnen. Bastardes." There's always more! "They are crawling like ants on a cake in here," he grouses. He eyes the approaching batch of guards briefly, draws his sword and then charges towards them. He ducks and tumbles to avoid a dart and gets caught with a glancing blow in the shoulder by a bullet, which makes him hiss. He has the benefit in being able to see, at least! His tail lashes out, grabbing one man's ankle and sharply pulling to yank the man off balance before he frees his tail. He slashes with the sword to cut another's arm. Leaving them to consider their more immediate fate, he rushes back to the prisoners, snags his tail around the waist of one, sheathes his sword and grabs another. Then he BAMF's back out to let them go.

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn blinks as prisoners are dropped off, nodding to Shannon as she helps her bring them to the blackbird. "Right! Any wounded? I'll take care of the rest!" she goes back and forth then, bringing more prisoners to the ship. Kurt does a great job of potting them out and avoiding prisoners and hopefully Dani can clean up the guards inside while Cyclops, Canon and Phoenix do a clean sweep of the outside. The Sentinel is quickly incinerated and won't be getting up this time. It may take a few more minutes but hopefully the rest of the prisoners can escape before the rest of the guards fill the internal of the compound..

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will help prisioners get to the blackbird as well, once the phoenix is being all destructive and distracting. He will one or two at a time, but at least it is helping speed up the process.

Cyclops has posed:
Giving a nod of his head towards Jean, Cyclops makes his way into the compound to help support the combat team. He'll zap away any of the strays so that Kurt and Sam are free to work on freeing the hostages. He will leave Jean to clean house, or destroy the planet.

Once the rest of the hostages are cleared and Shannon and Pixie rounds them up on the Blackbird, he'll take a moment to cut loose with his powers once his teammates are clear. He'll look to destroy the support beams and send the building to the ground in rubble, leaving behind nothing to be salvaged if at all possible. "Great job, team. We need to get back and .. " He glances to Jean. "Give her the Cure that Hank has on file back home."

Nightingale has posed:
     With additional hands bringing hostages to the safety of the Blackbird, Nightingale was able to turn her attention to helping secure them, as well as cleaning and binding wounds with supplies to hand on board the plane--in the non-powered manner. Every new person on board was one less in the hands of DAMT. That thought made her smile. These people would no longer have to suffer. They could be safe.

     The whole team had succeeded in their aim, working together--every last one of them.

     Looking back to Cyclops, she just smiles, and nods. "Glad we have that stuff on hand." Professional or not, she can't quite resist scratching the end of her nose with the 'traffic finger', in the general direction of the compound.

     Not today, DAMT. Not today.

Phoenix has posed:
With the DAMT forces down, the cosmic firebird gives a ringing shriek to proclaim her dominance over the battlefield. The fires begin to grow and for a moment it looks like its going to take off, but within the aura of flame Jean raises up a hand to the bird in a beckoning gesture. "No." Jean says, forceful if sounding regretful at the same time. "We're done. It's over."

The Phoenix lashes her wings and screams her outrage, but remains as if bound to the mutant woman's hand. It folds in on itself until that molten beak touches against Jean's outstretched palm. The two lower back down to the ground and the flames slowly retreat back back into Jean and let the night darken their surroundings once more.

Jean is left standing in the wake. The woman has her arms folded over herself like she was cold and ash-darkened blood spills free of her nose. But she's grinning and there's a weak laugh escaping her. Something victorious and proud and maybe a bit alarming considering the abject devastation she caused. People don't usually laugh at times like that. Reality comes back a minute and a half later. Jean manages to make it almost to the ramp of the Blackbird before she drops like a rock as her body and mind gives out from the strain.

Check please.

Nightcrawler has posed:
There are more trips made back and forth, additional BAMF's and reappearances. As many as it takes in order to save what hostages and prisoners had been left within. After teleporting the last one and getting them back to the Blackbird, that's when he stops and actually sits on the floor within the plane, cross-legged. Weary, ears slightly drooping, and his tail lightly around himself so that the tip of it rests in his lap. He ignores his bloodied shoulder. It was a small price to pay for the violence that he had wreaked himself. He may have taken no lives in the fighting he did, but there were many lives that had been taken. He hadn't really witnessed much of the fighting, much of what had happened out in the yard. He'd been occupied with his own task of this particular mission. His yellow gaze lifts and turns towards the ramp as others who are approaching. He tilts his head just a touch to one side, one of his ears perking minutely, and he only barely gets to his feet and BAMF's through in order to carefully catch Jean before she hits the ground. "You are safe, mein dame," he says quietly, his voice quite near a whisper. Then he'll carry her on board.