13430/Alright you primitive screwheads, lissen up!

Alright you primitive screwheads, lissen up!
Date of Scene:	03 June 2021
Location:	Danger Room - X-Men Base
Synopsis:	Logan teaches the chill'uns that the power was within themselves all along.
Cast of Characters:	Wolverine, Nightingale, Gambit

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Wolverine has posed:
    The Danger Room hums along like a well-oiled machine. Sure it's capable of creating a wondrous tableau of alien worlds and strange horizons, capable of replicating the wild imagery present in the imaginations of many a creative soul. It can create suitable challenges and opponents depicting a myriad of enemies that are able to test the strongest of the X-Men.
    And sometimes the instructor just leaves it as it is, the bright metal walls and floors with whirling blades and slashing weapons of death that pop out of the walls.
    It is here, in just such an unimaginative setting, that Logan has been running Target Exclusion drills for the last hour and twelve minutes. And for the students there it's been a rough time.
    "You keep that your guard up, Tanner. Keep lowerin' it like that and the thing'll clock ya!" His coaching words hurled in that growling rumble, Logan shakes his head. Green kids, dealing with a tough world. Need to toughen them up.
    The current 'game' that's being played is there are several dozen combat drones rushing around the room. Some are man-shaped, some are fliers, some are wheeled, and they all are armed in some manner even if it's with clubs and bludgeons. They're seeking targets, being any and all the students participating though none approach Logan for the moment as he's signaled as 'Staff'. But everyone else? Fair game.
    Normally it'd just be a big brawl, but the only drones the students are allowed to attack... are the ones that have a green light shining from their body. Sometimes the light flickers to red and suddenly they become non-targets. If a student strikes a non-target, points are deducted.
    Up against the wall there's a big glowing scoreboard with all the points for the dozen students participating. And right now the lead seems to keep changing.

Nightingale has posed:
     Target exclusion drills. Those were, in a nutshell, a pain in the ass. It didn't matter how experienced (or not) one was with such matters. When the drones began their dance of (simulated) death, taking an 'every mutant for themselves' attitude just was not going to cut it.

     Lucky for Shannon, one of the myriad souls in the Danger Room for this particular drill, was one she had worked with before rather successfully, out in the field. She didn't care that her personal score was lower--a team win was still a win.

     "Watch it on your ten, Gambit!" she called out from the air, clad in her yellow and black 'bumblebees'. At the same time, she's drawing what looks to be a fairly new black graphite bow, and there is a quiver strapped to her leg. It's evident she's been putting in some time practicing, because she draws, aims, and fires an arrow at another drone coming up on Gambit's three o' clock.

     <PING>

     Maybe not a direct hit, but still a hit!

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau is not exactlly a student. In fact he frequently makes things like this look easy. So why is he herte? Because Logan is the best there is at what he does, and you get the skill to make things like this look easy by practice, practice and more practice. "Ah see it Nightingale." He replies . He doesn't actually /see/ it, since he isn't looking that direction, but the charged card screams through the air after the drone and strikes true regardless. He takes a bit of cover and touches his combadge. "Nightingale, dat drone at seven o'clock 'igh. It's done a strafing run at yah foh turning green again t'ree times. Like dat annoying kid who call time out and time in all de time on de playground. He jus' circle ta get be'ind yah again so be ready."

Wolverine has posed:
    It's all about timing as the drones continue to circle, to strike, to whirl about in that gyre of conflict while students and elder classmen rush about. There's some teamwork here and there, particularly Shannon and Remy's efforts as they cover each others' backs. So far it had been a steady pattern, and might seem like they were mainly building up some cardio, keeping the students at a high state of exertion for a time and letting them get into that pattern of fight, stick, move, dodge, strike.
    Then Logan, in his own black and yellow combat uniform, holds a hand to his ear and lowers his head slightly as he conveys some words to the comm room. Just a few...
    Yet they're enough to implement a change in tacics for the robots, even as Remy notices it, the automata... start /cheating/. As Tanner and his friend Lita dive in to double tackle one of the humanoid drones, just before they're about to hit the drone flickers RED and instead of getting those points for the take down... they lose 10!
    "Mr. Logan, what the hell?!" Tanner rises, his blond hair in his eyes as he /yet again/ pushes it back with one hand. "That thing was totally green!"
    Which summons Logan's rumbling voice over the comms, "Means you gotta check your targets kid, and strike quick. No time for long build ups. Sometimes you got a small window. Deal with it."

Nightingale has posed:
     Lovely. So that's what that annoying buzzing around behind her was. Chiding herself for the lapse in situational awareness, she taps her comm. "Acknowledged, Gambit. That motherfucker's going down." So when said drone started coming around behind her, in the red, she turned to follow, drawing her arrow from the quiver and nocking it. It whirled around her once, alternating between green and red.

     Twice. She drew the string back to her cheek, following the drone and keeping aim. It flashed red the moment she drew the string back.

     "Come on, you little..."

     There! Third pass, the light was red. The instant it turned green, Shannon took aim and let her arrow fly.

     PING!

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau grins a bit, but he is already stalking towards a pair of the android like drones. His bo staff expands in his hand and he swings for the head of one of them, only to watch it turn red mid swing. He somehow reverses his grip at that point, driving the butt of the staff into the torso of the still green lit drone. "Logan, Ah gotta know... dis got not'ing ta do wit' me drawing dat gutshot straight flush last friday, non?"

Wolverine has posed:
    "Nice one, 'Gale." Logan's voice is heard on the comms as that arrow makes the strike cleanly. A straight shot and it's enough to get that drone to retire back to the holding area. At times more drones would be released in 'waves' to signify reinforcements but steadily... steadily the students seem to be whittling them down.
    Though at one point Yuri, the newest student, he's puffing hard as he stands behind one of the metal cover objects taking a breather only to eventually /yak/ as he loses some of his breakfast. Which causes the Canadian mutant to come in and tap his shoulder. "Ok kid, take a breather, yer out for now."
    "Thank you, Mr. Logan." Yuri says with that hint of accent of his even as he starts to half-jog towards the 'safe' area near the door. A few other students are there as well. But with Remy and Shannon leading the way in points after those last few tags, they seem to be helping the rally.
    "Everything to do with it, Cajun." Logan calls out in Remy's direction as he covers the directional mike on his ear with one hand. Then it's back to business.
    "Five minutes," Logan on the comms. "Keep it up for five more minutes. S'all I'm askin'."
    And that's the moment the next wave of drones /slices/ out of their holding area and toward the students all flashing red until the last moment they are on the trainees.

Nightingale has posed:
     "Thanks," Shannon called out. "I'm no Hawkeye, but it's better than nothing."

     Her brows furrow as she glances down at Yuri, nose wrinkling. Poor kid. She'd have to check in on him later. A healer's work was never done.

     Neither was there to be any rest for the wicked, so it would seem. As the wave of drones advanced on them like a metallic, mechanized swarm of riled-up hornets, their lone, baleful eyes taunting the defenders by flashing between red and green, she grumbles.

     Unlike Gambit, her speedshots -sucked-, and she knew it. But the drones were too far away for her to make effective use of her staff.

     Sometimes, there was just no way to win.

     "Watch it, Gambit, you've got three of 'em circling around on your five!" Drawing one arrow, she takes aim at one drone flashing green and fires.

     PING.

     A second arrow is drawn, and sent on its way towards another drone.

     PING.

     However, when she drew the third, aimed, and let it go...

     BUZZ!

     The light on the drone flashed red, and the air around the young woman turned blue as she cursed up a storm.

Gambit has posed:
Dese de roblems yah will 'ave when yah six is a ten, non?" he says with a grin, a fan of cards in his hand and he spins, tring to track the drones swarming towards him.. hold...hold... still glowing red as they draw kamkazi like on the Cajun... hold...hold..... GREEN! He throws the cards scrweaming into the air, at the same time jumping to get one of the barriers between himself and shredded flying metal.

Wolverine has posed:
    To their credit, the students are putting up a good fight as they keep it up. Flaming bolts fire across the distance as Tanner hurls a few into a mass of the approaching drones, hitting a lot of greens, but also a lot of reds as well. His score fluctuates up and down wildly at the somewhat wild area of effect attacks.
    Then Shannon's sending arrows into the targets as they rush, some successful, some not so successful. But Remy keeps up the pace with his cool hand and steady strikes, even as he slips behind cover and avoids the chattering fire of his opponent. Still the scoreboard fluctuates, the lead changing hands several times while the students fight. But then Logan checks the display on his wrist and holds up a hand. Waiting...
    Waiting...
    And then he lowers his hand and calls out on the comms. "Time, exercise over."
    Which has all of those drones in the danger room studdenly falling dark with no power running through them while some of the maintenance robots begin to emerge from the walls to clean up the mess and begin repairs. It'll like be done in an hour and the Danger Room will be ready to go.
    But for now, Wolverine advances on the cadre of students. "Congratulations are in order, you just lasted for roughly... as long as the X-Men did in one of their more drawn out fights against AIM. Decent work."
    Though the way he says that, some might get the feeling there's a 'But' coming along shortly.

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau leans over to whisper to Shannon. "De way 'e said dat, Ah get de feeling dare's a 'but' comin' along shortly.

Nightingale has posed:
     There's a series of clicks as Shannon flicks a button on the grip of her bow, and it collapses down into itself. Backwinging her way to a landing, she takes a good look around, just to make sure that the Danger Room hadn't claimed any victims, that would be seeing her later in the Wellness Office. Thankfully, the worst of it seemed to be a couple cases of shattered nerves, as evidenced by the puddles of pre-digested breakfast that needed cleaning up.

     She glances over to Remy, rolling her eyes and chuckling. "Could go either way with him," she whispers back. "Let's just wait and see."

Wolverine has posed:
    "But."
    "This here?" Logan gestures back behind himself with one hand toward the scoreboard, and as he does so the holographic scoreboard flickers, then fades away out of existence.
    "Out in the world there's no keepin' score. If you all worked together. You shoulda been able to hunker down, and bust all the drones out in thirty minutes. Forty, tops." He rests his hands on his hips. "We're all here for each other. Lot of times it's us versus them. Got enough division goin' on out there in the world. Here we're all one. Right?"
    He makes a face, "Alright, social studies bullcrap done with. Hit the showers. Some of you are damn ripe." Logan grimaces as he makes a face, sometimes the power of heightened senses ain't really a positive.
    "Especially you, Cajun. Mosey."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon gets an odd look on her face for just a moment, and then... she just smiles at Logan, nodding. There's a bit of humming, a snippet of unfamiliar melody, the winged healer actually -singing- for just a moment.

"And we'll never fall if we walk hand in hand
Put a world that seems broken together again...."

     Laughing, she just shakes her head, grinning at the gruff, grouchy Canuck. "You just helped me finish a new song. Thank you." Turning to head for the showers, she gets to the door and pauses. "Sometimes, the pen can be mightier than the sword."

Gambit has posed:
Remy LeBeau smirks just a little bit, rolling his eyes slightly, "Well when yah got a task master like yah drivin' us, what yah expect non?" he says with a grin. Still he doesn't head straight for the showers but rather over to Yuri, offering the boy some assistance. "Firs' time Ah Ah let Logan train me," He says encouraging to the boy, "Ah ate a big breakfas' first t'inking Ah could use de energy... Made what yah did in dare look like not'ing Ah guarantee."

Wolverine has posed:
    "Yeah yeah," Logan says toward Shannon as he himself heads for the large double doors with the danger signs on them. He pauses there with a hand on the display pad and after it scans his palm the large doors sloooowly silently open as the students begin to file on out.
    "Yer still gettin' a B on this exercise." As if she were trying to butter up the instructor. But his smirk shows that he likely knows that wasn't the case.
    Yuri though, he looks up as he smiles a nervous smile for Remy, his greyish skin crinkling with that subtle shift to his mildly reptilian visage. "Thanks, Mr. LeBeau." He self-consciously wipes a forearm over his chin, just in case he might still be a mess. But he starts to file on out with the others.
    "Next time I'll go easy on the frosted flakes." He grins a little, but as for the rest of the students, there's some grumbling, some grumping but all told... not a bad exercise.