12926/Bifrost 6: Headin' Home

Bifrost 6: Headin' Home
Date of Scene:	31 March 2021
Location:	Garnet (Knowhere, Sector 17)
Synopsis:	The Avengers gather the materials and fight through some angry alien piratical miners to get home.
Cast of Characters:	Thor, Slipstream, Hawkeye (Barton), Black Widow (Romanoff), Quicksilver

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Thor has posed:
    The job of sifting through the remnants of the once mighty Asgard had taken a good amount of time. Like drew to like as the Uru metal seemed to resonate with its kin and brought the crew of the Marauder to various likely spots. It was no easy task for the charged and dense materials that threatened to collide with the ship could have caused grave damage, though with Hawkeye and Quicksilver serving as a makeshift point defense system the team was able to execute and execute well.
    It took several hours before the search was called, no strong signals remaining, leaving Thor having rounded up some dozen likely candidates of corroded and encased debris each which could house the Shield of Bor, though there was not to be seen for sure. Not yet until the artisans of New Asgard had their time to crack apart the pieces and see what they could salvage from the debris. It was decided the time to return to Knowhere had come.
    The trip back was uneventful. Goodbyes were said to the good crew of the Marauder even as Thor pushed the heavy and large container of the ultra dense material down off the loading ramp. High above them a myriad of ships rushed about the spaceport, and before them was the grand marketplace of Knowhere proper. It was then that Thor doffed his wide-brimmed had and tossed it on top of the large metal crate as he told the others.
    "This will take some doing. I will bring the materials along shortly. But feel free to stretch your legs," This last said to Pietro as Thor pushes the crate on its wheeled legs, the vulture-like ship behind them hissing and expelling a flush of gas from one of its actuators.
    "Go on ahead and I shall meet you at the departure point."

Slipstream has posed:
"No problem. That works for me." Drake says as he gives a firm nod of his head, casting a glance over towards Pietro for a moment as his brows raise upwards. "You want a ride, Nat?" He calls over to his teammate. She's lighter and he can't speed like Quicksilver can across the terrain.

He gives a few quick high steps with his knees chest high, followed by swiveling himself at the hips a few times left to right to loosen himself up. Afterwards, he brushes his hands down on his pants, then tightens his worn down sneakers.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
Good sport, and seeing that the others really want to reach the departure point quickly, Clint decides to jog along. He's in great shape and, even if he could never even compete with Quick and Slip, exercise will do him good. Not to mention it will make him feel like he's actually doing something. Scenery is interesting, no doubt about it, but Hawkeye isn't really in he mood to play tourist.


Glancing over at Natasha, he challenges her, "We could also have some fun, last one to the line, gets night shift for the week." Nodding in Quick and Slip's direction, he shakes his head, "And no, no prize for the first."

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
This could be interesting. But she was obviously one for an adventure.

"Not sure how your powers work with passengers but if you are sure you can deal with the extra weight, should be a learning experience." Said in the most positive manner possible.

Hearing the challenge from Clint, her eyes flash with amusement and she gives a nod. "Sounds good. I accept. You've got a bet."

Then once Drake is prepared, she looks at him. "Should I just hang onto you like a backpack or you carry me like a damsel in distress?" Because Clint's rules didn't say they couldn't still use the speedster or teleporter!

Thor has posed:
    Stopping at the base of the ramp, Thor gives a nod to the others, "I shall meet you there, be safe. For though we are the Avengers this is still a foreign land." And they know not all the ways of those who dwell here. As he says that he turns and starts to move to the side of the hangar bay, moving in the direction of a crane likely in an effort to secure the cargo before heading out himself.
    Yet once the heroes get underway, they are able to make good time toward the departure point. Though clearly it is the speedsters that will reach the departure point first, the rush of movement across the metallic ground giving them an ease of building up speed yet a hint of slipperiness at points where the friction is low. Passable, however as they cross toward that overlook far beyond Knowhere until they reach the rise...
    And see where the Bifrost had so marked the land with its flaming gateway was no longer as nondescript as they left it. For there in the area with the crest blasted into the ground six heavy industrial looking vehicles have been parked. A myriad of alien beings meander and mingle on that area, tools and weapons in their hands as several stand around a blinking data display that shows an overlay of the land. Tentacled monstrosities key plasma torches to life and start to blast the ground around the seal while a tall insect-like creature in an exo suit slams heavy talons into the ground as well. A small metallic tent or shack has been created in the back and around the area signs of cultivation are clear in the cavities created along the ground.
    All told it seems like the site might not be so easy to get to as it once was. And in 3 minutes the Bifrost will be in alignment.

Quicksilver has posed:
It has the appearance of having gathered up what amounts to so much space junk. But these pieces of space junk hold the hopes for finding the Shield of Bor, and so who is Pietro to judge? One piece of space junk looks relatively and remarkably similar to any other! He grunts briefly after eyeing the assorted candidates, and then settled in for the trip back to Knowhere with the others. He was quiet, which may or may not be a good thing. Once back to Knowhere and off the ship with their potentially precious cargo, he looked to Thor. And one of his eyebrows quirks up at the invitation that's given. Stretch his legs. Finally! And there's a bit of a grin that quirks at the corners of his lips. Then he gives a brief nod.

After that? Well, after that he gives a brief glance in Clint's direction and a bit of a smirk. "I do not mind that there is not a prize for being first. Being first is enough," he comments. And then he runs. Because that is what Pietro does. He wore good shoes for a reason! It's almost akin to a spring that's been compressed as far as it can be before being released. And he stops before he gets to the destination, or too close to it, given the surrounding vehicles, stopping at the rise instead. And he taps his comms. "I think there might be what's considered a problem."

Slipstream has posed:
"I'll carry you princess style. That way if we get surprised, you don't choke slam me by accident." Drake proabably has experience in that. Mostly when rescuing kids off the streets during firefights with supernatural bad guys. He drops down and scoops her up in his arms, then gives an amused smirk towards Clint, followed by a wink. "See ya slow poke."

There is a burst of blue light as he shunts forward, followed by another, and another. He doesn't technically 'run' as he blinks his way across in speedy teleportal leaps. The metal floor definitely gives him some traction, hitting top speeds he hasn't done on concrete before. Once they come upon the rise is when he blinks one last time, sliding to a stop and feeling his shoes hissing beneath him.

Putting down Natasha, he offers her up a smile, then takes a moment to look out over the terrain at all the alien people moving about in work. "Wow." He says simply as his eyes widen a bit. "That is a sight."

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
"Women," Clint says under his breath. "You go ahead, Nat, I'll be happy to have Thor give me a lift!" And it can be said, that you learn everyday, the lesson today is to not challenge without proper cosideration unless you add all sorts of small script and rules.

Now, maybe Quick could carry him, but this isn't the day that Clint Barton will let a man carry him, unless there is no other option. Not to mention, that this option just took off, leaving... Thor! That said, Hawkeye climbs onto the crate, bracing for the ride. "Drive on, Goldie!" Since it is likely he'll loose the bet, he might as well not keep the team behind and miss the aligment.

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
Upon arriving, Natasha is quick to get her feet back under her and take a step to the side. It was an odd experience. She had expected some sort of physical feedback from it honestly so was pleased when she wasn't sick or dizzy or in multiple pieces.

One moment she would be one place then the next another in flashes of light. Quite the experience.

"Thank you," she says to her ride as she steps over by Pietro and examines their exit zone. "Definitely a problem. Guess we can try to talk to them."

Couldn't hurt, right? Okay, it probably could hurt but she shrugged and stepped forward. "Excuse me? I'm so very sorry but we have something we need to deal with in a few minutes and, unfortunately, this is the spot it will happen." She points to seared symbol on the ground. "If you could just clear the area for about 20 minutes, we will be gone and you can continue what you are doing."

Thor has posed:
    On the comms, Thor's voice is heard as he responds to Pietro's words. "A problem?" He is able to get the crate secured using a large strap from the cargo crane, Enough to give him a firm handhold as he then nods toward Clint, making sure the man is ready. Then the large 20'x10' metal container is hoisted with both hands and a grunt, then hefted up over his head.
    "Bide then, Barton and I are on our way." And with that the hammer in his other hand spins through a smooth gyre, building up until the low whum-whum-whum is heard and then they lift up and off with a jerk of momentum that takes them toward the sky.
    Meanwhile at the Bifrost site, whoever these beings may be, they do seem to have an edge to them. Weapons are prominent, and their gear is far from top of the line. Some of them are focused on work while others are visibly on their break as they stand around and socialize while others are cooking a frog-like creature over a twisting cookfire.
    The large insect-like creature in the oversized metal exo-skeleton stomps over and thwaps one of the smaller creatures upon the head, then points at the seal. Which has the thwappee grimacing its mole-like face as it hefts its weapon and starts to look even more vigilant than it once was for a time.
    There is definitely an air of agitation to the beings, but as to the why it's hard to tell.
    That is until Natasha advances down into their midst and the ripple effect is easily seen. Tensions ramp up, the armored and armed creatures turn their attention to her. Such a strange looking creature with that weird top fur and such symmetrical design. Madness.
    She lifts her voice to offer words to them and for a moment some of them listen, various pieces of electronics light up on their armor or in their helmets. A few look back and forth, then the one with the insect-like armor advances and says loudly, "You make claim on our claim!"
    It thunders down its claws some ten feet from Natasha and declares, "We Rackas own this land. Come by and see your mark. You make claim. Unacceptable!" Then a few more lights flicker on various pieces of equipment and some of the creatures bob their heads.

Slipstream has posed:
As he strides up to Nat's side, Drake gives a crack of his neck to one side, then gives gives her a side glance. He twists the ring on his left hand, feeling the hum of power surge through him as he starts to hover a few inches off the ground. At least he can snatch her up and take flight if lasers or pitchforks start flying their way.

"That doesn't sound good." He gives a slight clear of his throat, then calls out. "Hey! We don't want your stuff, or whatever this is. We just need twenty minutes of your time and then we'll be out of your hair. Promise. Easy peasy. Let's not get all riled up."

He side glances to Pietro. "They're gonna get riled up."

Quicksilver has posed:
There's a glance towards Drake and Natasha, but Pietro turns his attention readily back to their departure point. Complications. He snorts softly, then lifts one of his shoulders in a bit of a shrug. "If you think any of them have the appearance of those that would listen to reason, sure. Maybe," he comments quietly. Then he quirks an eyebrow and watches her approach them. "Because alien life forms with weapons are always oh-so-willing to be reasoned with," he mutters quietly under his breath. And hopefully Wanda won't smack him later for thinking that.

'Bide', says Thor. Wait, of course. More waiting! So much time spent waiting. He waits, and he loosely crosses his arms in front of his chest whilst he does. And then he's proven right. Which he'd normally be pleased about being right if it weren't for the consequences. "Sometimes, I hate being right," he mutters, faintly shaking his head. He's not the most diplomatic of people, so... it's likely better that Natasha's the one who's trying to talk to them. Then he eyes Drake and gives a nod. "They usually do get riled up. 'Cause things are more fun if the excrement hits the spinning blades," he comments in a slightly sour tone.

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
Natasha holds her hands in the clear, a little away from her body. "I promise you, we are making no claim on your land. We respect you Rackas and your claim. This mark..."

She nods her head to the place they are standing. "Is not a claim. It marks a method of transportation. It is how we arrived at Knowhere and it is how we will travel back but we only have a small window of time. When that doorway opens, it will sear the ground again and destroy all your equipment. We don't want that to happen. Can we help you move it, just long enough for us to depart and then we will not bother you ever again and you can continue to work your land?"

She is ignoring her teammates although she doesn't have to be an expert on reading body language to get this is a long-shot. But she has to try cause it would be really rude to have the Bifrost just open! And they had a very limited window here.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
From his vantage point on the crate, Clint can see that something is wrong at the arrival point. Yup, trouble. Busy at the time trying is best not to fall from the flying crate, Hawkeye can only try to determine if they are friends or foes. Given the place, most likely foes.

"What's up down there?" he asks over the comms, while getting a better view of the Rackas by the departure point. Rather small, not looking a great menace but for their number and the one in the insect-like armor.

Thor has posed:
    The insect-like metal creature seems to definitely be the leader, or at least one of them as there are a myriad of different races there or perhaps factions as if one looks at them close enough there are bits and pieces of almost uniforms for some of them. Yet the exact lines of loyalty may be difficult to discern.
    Yet none are gainsaying the armored insect speaking to Natasha.
    It hisses through an exhaust port in the metal mask, the visor flicking down into a set of its lower eyes and seemingly feeding data to it in a scroll across the display. Though some are stepping around to bracket the others a little more, to get position on the sides of Pietro and Drake, still some fifteen feet away but perhaps making sure in the case of something going down...
    Then the insect-creature snarls, "You use Rackas land, then you must pay for that use. Yes?" Its twin mantis-like claws come together with metal clanks. "This time is precious to you then? What have you to trade?"
    Though this is the moment when that flying crate is seen off in the distance, rushing across the skyline and hurtling toward the location. The arrival of Thor and Clint causes all sorts of things and beings to become terribly aflutter as the Rackas skitter about and heft weapons.
    For a time that large metal crate is held up, then it hits the ground with a resonant, /WHA-BOOM!/ just moments before Thor steps around and asks of Nat, Pietro, and Drake.
    "What passes here?"

Slipstream has posed:
"Just some friendly negotiation, Thor. They want something in return for our time needed to clear the way for the portal to kick in." Drake says as he squints his eyes at the insect like alien as he floats slightly side to side. He is still prepared to snatch Nat up and shoot upwards if need be, his fingers giving slight wiggles, his body springy and ready to move.

"We're just now figuring out what types of demands they may have that can satisfy them." As he slowly touches back down to the ground, he eases back on to his heels. "They're called the Rackas. Familiar?" He asks the God of Thunder.

Quicksilver has posed:
Natasha is -much- better at diplomacy than what he would be. That's why she gets paid the big bucks. One of the reasons why, at least. His gaze flicks lightly over the creatures who practically swarm their departure point. He grunts softly, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Natasha is negotiating. Perhaps they will hear reason," he offers through the comms, then lifts one of his shoulders in a faint shrug. "It seems they want payment," he offers, looking over to Thor with the god's arrival.

Pietro glances towards Drake, and he gives a nod to the man's words. It sums it up, relatively speaking. "The universal denominator. Everyone wants a profit," he comments, looking over to Thor.

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
"I don't really have much to trade. A few weapons from my planet if you like. Probably unusual for here at least." She does not reach for those weapons cause that would be entirely too stupid.

"They are in the holsters on my legs. I have another at the small of my back. I'll trade three of them for three minutes of time on the seal. But you will want to move your equipment and people to avoid damage."

She glances over to see Thor, giving him a 'you got something better' look before focusing back on the big bug in the suit.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
It's a good thing that Hawkeye expected just that, Thor dropping the crate, leaving him to deal with the impact. Jus in time, Clint summersaults to the ground, reaching for his bow before he even hits the ground. He then walks closer to his teammates, finally having a better view of these "Rackas".

At the mention of a toll, Clint sighs.

"And what if we can't pay? We turn them into Wreckass?" Diplomacy isn't why he was hired, and he doesn't get the big bucks either.

Thor has posed:
    Brow furrowed, Thor shakes his head in response to Drake's question though there is a curiousity in his gaze. He starts to step forward, hand still around the haft of Mjolnir as he walks toward the gathering around the Black Widow. "They want payment for passage?" He reaches into the breast of his tunic and withdraws a pair of plated metal strips with curious alien writing upon it. Ingots perhaps, or simple bars of metal, he tosses them toward the mantis-creature and lets them clink off the metal ground to skitter to its feet.
    "That should suffice for us. Stand aside."
    Which has the Mantis creature peering downward as one of the smaller creatures /rushes/ in to pick up the bars and cackle with a high-pitched trill. It _almost_ escapes before the leader monstrosity picks him up by the collar and shakes him, but seems content to hold the little alien as it speaks.
    "Yes. This will do nicely. You may pass."
    Which has Thor looking to the others as he shrugs a little, lips curving down in a small look of surprise but acceptance before he turns back to the large crate.
    Only for one of the armored aliens to grab the side handle of the crate as the leader of the Rackas adds. "But only for you. You may go. Your cargo though. It stays here. Yes? Unless you have more money."
    Thor turns back and looks to the others again, his jaw clenching and tendons bunching. A grimace settles in on his features. "He wants more money." He shifts his grip on Mjolnir and his expression darkens.
    "Very well then. Avengers. Pay the man." And with that Thor swings his arm up sending Mjolnir slicing across the distance as it _collides_ with the Mantis creature's helmet with a resonant /CLONG!/. Hard enough to knock it back and sending it end over end skidding onto the surface of the Bifrost's blast mark. The small creature it had been holding is thrown free and quickly /runs/ to try and get away with its ill-gotten gains.

Slipstream has posed:
"Oh, sweet, that was really easy. Good job, Thor." Drake says when it seems that everything is going well.

Until it quit going well.

He watches the tense standoff for a moment, and then Thor yeets himself into the fray and throws his hammer. Clank. There is a sputter of a laugh that spills past his lips at the 'Pay the man' comment. He can appreciate great trash talk. That was a nine out of ten.

Throwing his fists up into arm guard, he takes off in a blink of light away from Nat's side. As he comes out of his temporal shunt, he is seen coming out of a blast of blue light to hook his arms around the neck of a creature that was raising it's weapon, just to blink again. There is a loud "GAWK!" from the alien as he is yanked at light speed up and off his feet, then slammed to the ground backwards on his head before Slipstream is in motion once more with another blink.

"Onedowntoomanytogo!" He picks another mark and moves in. Zip. Zip.

Quicksilver has posed:
Lifting one of his hands, Pietro scruffs his fingers through his hair whilst watching. And patiently (or at least as patiently as what he can manage), he waits. His gaze flicks over Natasha, taking note of the weapons that she wears that she mentions, and one of his eyebrows quirks up slightly. Then he smirks, looking over to Clint at his questions, a flicker of amusement to his eyes. Wreckass.

His attention shifts to Thor then, and he gives a nod. "Payment for them to move. Their land, they say," he comments, lifting one of his shoulders in a faint shrug. He watches as the bars are tossed over, and as they seem to be enough in the way of payment. Then he snorts softly. "Of course, they always want more," he comments, shaking his head briefly. "Extortionists," he mutters. Then he smirks before running for the nearest Raksha to him, grabbing the creature's arm and spinning it about to put it off balance before punching it.

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
"Why can't anyone ever be reasonable?" Natasha mutters as everything goes to hell. She draws the Icer from the small of her back with her right hand, Glock appearing in her left. She is already moving, diving to the side to avoid any blasts coming her way.

"Points to Clint. Wreckass it is!"

She heads for the nearest bug, the time ticking away in her head as she takes the fight to them. While it is going to be different tactics since they aren't human, physics should still apply.

Hawkeye (Barton) has posed:
No need to ask twice. Concussion arrows hit the groups of Rackas that weren't smart enough to clear the place, further away from his teammates. Those that had fled, won't be tempted to return. And just for good measure - and maybe entertainment purpose - Clint uses another arrow, with an arrowhead filled with highly greasy substance that will make the Wreckass look like Holidays On Ice if they try to come back.

Thor has posed:
    With the first hammer clang the wildness kicks off and suddenly everything is chaos. The miners/raiders shriek, some with anger and others with fear as the smaller furrier ones rush around and away while the heavier armored ones take up their weapons. Blasts of plasma energy start to trace across the distance, lancing into the ground around Drake's flickering shape as he darts from point to point to point. Their blasts futilely trying to estimate where he'll be next yet that doesn't stop them from firing.
    Quicksilver darts across the distance almost seeming like he teleported and gives a heavy /THUD!/ to the armored creature even before it has a chance to bring its weapon into line. But that does earn him some attention as several others spin in his direction. One breaks into a rush toward him, likely seeming as if he were surging forth in staggeringly boring slow motion as it... perhaps foolishly, tries to tackle Quicksilver.
    Laser and plasma blasts are heard as more of the piratical miners start to send fire toward the group of heroes. A heavy reddish cloud-like projectile impacts near Natasha and starts to melt the mass of metal nearby. Another fires twinned lasers toward Clint only for his concussion arrow to connect with the pile of equipment around which several of the Rackas stand, causing an explosion that sends them flying. Enough to send several down heavily to the ground while others rush away, some skidding across the greasy impact upon the metal ground.
    One of the heavy pieces of equipment fires its engine up, roaring to life as it turns, bringing its metallic drills into motion spinning wickedly. The great metal arm rises up and slashes down to crash toward Thor as he rolls to the side, coming up and gesturing out as Mjolnir slices across the distance and lands in his hand with a faint /whom!/

Slipstream has posed:
"Craptheygotlasers!" Slipstream's voice can be heard echoing between each jump he makes through the 'portals' as he tries to move unpredictably through his shunts. He bursts through the backline of the enemy, trying to get them to turn around and give their backs up to the Avengers.

Another weapon lancer is downed as he blinks at a high velocity to the back of one's knees, hearing a loud 'crack!' as the leg he strikes buckles and twists in a direction it was most likely not meant to go.

"Stop trying to shoot me you jerks! I'm made of paper!" Part of his bomber jacket is smoldering as he tries to put it out with rapid pats.

Quicksilver has posed:
It isn't only Natasha who hears the ticking of time, but then Pietro is always aware of time. How could he not be? He glances briefly towards the insect creature that's armored, then takes in the others that turn in his direction. Oh. Right. Like that will work! He quirks a grin as the one makes movements towards tackling him, and he easily rushes rushes to the side, around behind it and gives it a sharp shove in the back. Then he continues.

Next! Or maybe just avoiding lasers? Avoiding lasers sounds good! He zips around the small crowd of Rakshas but then gets an idea. If he goes just a bit slower that they think they can target him, and if he leads their shots so that they hit their fellows -- that might work! So he gives it a try!

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
"Reddish cloud projectiles melt metal. I suggest avoiding them." Natasha's voice is completely calm as she says it. Of course avoiding all projectiles is probably for the best since they have no idea what these guys have. She probably didn't even need to say the warning but at least they know what those specific ones do now!

She had managed to leap, a rolling landing to allow her to be back on her feet and continuing her attack. Mainly focusing on the smaller ones because really, the bigger ones might be out of her league.

Not that this ever stopped her before as she puts up the Icer, it's limited ammo already gone. She twists that wrist, firing the wristband to life and sending a few Widow's Bites out to see how they work on their foes.

Thor has posed:
    With a yowl another creature goes down from Drake's impact as that leg curls up roughly, part of it twisted nastily, while the another one nearest tries to smash a rifle butt towards the flickering youth even as he's putting out the slight bits of embers that have marred that jacket. But it's attempt is arrested by the sudden rush of an arrow slicing across the distance and impaling the armored monstrosity.
    Meanwhile Thor runs over across the distance to grab the large metal container of artifacts and /spins/ it around to push it toward that large sigil etched upon the ground by the Bifrost. The crate's wheels squeak as it rolls, one of those wheels twisting around out of line with the others as that seems to always be the case. Loudly he lifts his voice, "Heimdall! We may have need of you old friend!"
    Though as he gets the crate into the departure point he does take a moment to _grab_ the armored mantis-creature and throws it out of ground zero, scowling to himself for a moment as he does so. The creature he'll save, their gear... perhaps not so much.
    The one unfortunate creature that thought it would be a brilliant idea to tackle Quicksilver abruptly finds himself leaping towards nothing at all and suddenly feeling the /shove/ of hands in his back, sending him clanking heavily to the ground and skidding across the surface, spinning around several times. But sloowly, slowly the team may feel the breadth of fire lessening. No longer are the laser lances quite as frequent, the plasma blasts rarer as they burst across the distance.
    And distantly around the edges, some of the Rackas feel that right about now it might be best to get somewhere else. Anywhere else.

Slipstream has posed:
Feeling the whistle of the arrow over his head save his life, Slipstream only takes a half second to feel relief before he is moving on to the next, and then the next. At one point he was able to snatch up a laser weapon from a downed alien, using it to fire off a blast of electrical currents at the warriors.

As the crowd starts to thin and back off, he slows down and appears next to Nat once more, coming out of his tunnel of light. He is breathing heavily, rocking back and forth on his feet as his bracelet on his left wrist is chirping loudly with an orange color. He swallows tightly, then wipes at his brow as he feels the sweat clinging to his hair. He is looking a bit 'green' around the grills so to speak.

"Looks like they're hustling out. We good to catch our breath?" He asks.

Quicksilver has posed:
Quicksilver would really rather not end up melted. Or turned to ash. Or any of the other nasty things that the lasers or other weapons might cause. He glances briefly towards Natasha, then around to the others who are his allies. Then he takes a moment to laugh at the alien who skids across the ground. As the firing seems to slow off some, Pietro skids to a stop and takes a look around. "The easy way, verus the hard way. Bad guys always pick the hard way," he comments, snorting softly. He gives a brief shake of his head, and then he looks over towards Drake and Natasha. "Catch your breath, I'll keep an eye," he says, giving a single nod. He runs towards where they are and makes what are a pair of slightly lazy circles before stopping and simply keeping a lookout near to them.

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
"I think we are. Get to the exit point. Maybe at normal speed," Natasha suggests, very aware of that orange bracelet that is chirping. She's learned that happens when he pushes his powers too much.

She continues to use the Glock and Bites as incentive for any Rackas who have not already cleared their path to do so and quickly moves to the seal.

"I think I've had enough of space adventures," she adds for anyone listening.

Thor has posed:
    As if to offer the perfect response to Drake's question, from high above in the heavens there's a sudden flash of energy that licks across one of Knowhere's entirely too few clouds. A great beam of energy slices through it, causing the wisp of vapor to twist and dissipate even as the rainbow-like beam splashes down upon the ground around Thor and the large container, engulfing them both in its myriad brilliance.
    From within Thor's voice can be heard reverberating within the curious time/space barrier as he hollers, "We should be off before they gather themselves." Even as the energy swirls around upon that seal blasted once again into the ground.
    A few of the Rackas take parting shots distantly, but the beams have no bite and the plasma dissipates before it reaches. Time enough for the Avengers to gather and then shortly once the heroes are consolidated in once place...
    The beam leaps back up into the sky, leaving a good amount of wreckage in its wake.