9394/Stop playing with the Danger Room Controls, Kurt

Stop playing with the Danger Room Controls, Kurt
Date of Scene:	01 October 2019
Location:	Danger Room - X-Men Base
Synopsis:	Kobayashi Maru MOTHA-
Cast of Characters:	Nightcrawler, Beast, Emma Frost, Nightingale, Psylocke, Samuel Morgan, Pixie

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Nightcrawler has posed:
    Hard light technology lends to the creation of city streets, though currently of no American city. This looks central European for certain. Creating a facsimile of rooftops and places to leap or crouch from, Kurt has ensconced himself in - and has drifted well into other scheduled times.
    The Bavarian Acrobat has set things to 'overwhelming scenerios' and currently it's agents of Hydra that appear on the menu. Their equipment looks most recent (thanks to Wagner's SHIELD connections most as like) and the X-Jet is down, broken open on one side where people would be entering the room (which should have been vacated for the next training prep by Kurt about 20 minutes ago.)

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy visibly had a tough day. His tie is undone, his jacket laid on one broad shoulder, as he walks into the control room. Overlooking the danger room, he sits up, pours himself a glass of Johnnie Walker Blue label, and begins to watch what is to come.

Emma Frost has posed:
    The doors part and Emma sees the outlines of the hardlight projections for a brief moment before she rolls her head and clears her mind as she enters the danger room of her own volition. The White Queen holds her head high as she walks through the gap in the Blackbird and takes in the carnage before she reaches out to Kurt's mind and gives it a touch of a ping. <<You have guests.>> Emma declares mentally for Kurt as she saunters down to the 'street' level and places her hands upon her curved hips.

    White corset with skin showing above her shoulders and between the criss crossing laces and above the long form fitting pants and the billowing cape attached to the cuffs of her gloves from the bicep down to her hidden manicured finger nails. "Come out come out whereever you are." Emma chides playfully.

Nightingale has posed:
     It was well past when her scheduled training time for the day was to have begun, and Shannon was getting a little bit antsy. It felt odd to be here without others of the New Mutants team, but that's how the proverbial cookie crumbles. She tagged along with Hank, still not quite used to being in this area with little escort--hey, give her a break, old habits die hard! She's sensibly pinned her hair up in a tight bun at the back of her head, and has stuffed herself into her 'bumblebees'. Yes, the infamous yellow and black. It still felt strange, and she looked decidedly less than comfortable. But, she was going to have to get used to the thing.

     The sight of the scenario in progress is enough to send the young mutant winging her way into the air, to get a birds'-eye view of the streets and buildings below. This was something she was used to. There was always a need for a lookout. She tilts her head as she glimpses Emma down below her, her gaze lacking in recognition. It seemed that to watch and wait was the order of the moment, at least for now....

Psylocke has posed:
There are times in life when one has to sit down and take a load off. After dealing with a egomaniacal self aware entity that has an agenda they can't quite figure out, because he certainly isn't telling them the whole truth, Betsy was ready for a drink as well.

She had opted to join Hank in the control room. He had his bottle. She had a six pack of beer. A close look will show it to be Logan's brand. Hope he doesn't go looking for that any time soon.

She settles into the seat near Hank, still dressed in her costume, the props booted feet up on the console as she pops a top of the first beer bottle.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    There is the crash of tanks rumbling through the streets as the AI system running the room notes Emma and hears her. Massive creations designed to take on the likes of Steve Rogers or all of the Avengers with men and women clad in the green and gold jumpsuits of Hydra begin pouring out of the woodwork, weapons drawn and firing the moment they can be aimed at her.
    Kurt's mind acknowledges Emma, but he seems to be in a dark place at present, <<Tell me if you need be...>> offered as he looks up towards Shannon as she wings over, risking harm to call over the headset comm he has tucked into his ear.
    "Fast movements, serpentine and keep to the shadows, your wings are white kliene taube - they stand out everywhere but the poles!" snapped out fast, but not before a brute in Hydra colors is able to come from the side and sink a fist Cain Marco would appreciate into his stomach, and another strikes him with a taze staff, sending Wagner bouncing and skidding across the simulated roof to roll to all fours.

Emma Frost has posed:
    Emma's mind is quickly erased from Kurt's own, the presence vanishes in an instant as Frost near instantly shifts with a flex of her shoulders from pale skinned to a crystal like form. Her very hair and skin converted to an organic diamond.

    A gloved hand is lifted to her ear where she taps the comm she's slipped in before enter the room, "I will inform you should I need any assistance Kurt, but I think we both should be concerned about the novice." Emma says over the comms and she steps forwards towards the army with an icy resolve.

    "Fly low and fast. Never stop moving or your dead." Emma says with a coldness in her voice and a finality in her tone as she continues to encroach upon the fighters.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy grins to Psylocke when she comes on in. Seeing the beer, he chuckles. "Yeah. I toyed with borrowing something from Charles, but fortunately I was given this bottle a while back." is all he has to say about that. "Looks like they're really up to something down there."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Verstanden, Kurt" comes Shannon's reply over the comm. She keeps to the shadows, taking advantage of nooks and crannies between the buildings to keep a lookout on activities in the streets. This hampered her field of vision somewhat, but perhaps might present a little less risk. It was like her first training run in here with Samuel. That thought made her smile. Serpentine then, serpentine now, not resting too long in one place, and always presenting a moving target.

Psylocke has posed:
"After that, I needed a few drinks. Logan's was about the best beer in the house." Betsy says that like it's a huge problem but she'll suffer through. In truth, she just likes cheap beer. She just won't admit it.

She reaches over to the controls and taps a few buttons, bringing things up on the screen nearby to watch more easily than having to look at the floor below.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    There is one more surprise to come from the X-Jet. Through its rent hull climbs one last figure, decidedly not full scale compared to Emma, dressed in... mechanic coveralls? No bumblebees for Bean, it seems, still not an official part of the team, but this was a training session he clearly could not miss. His voice is the next one over the comms. "Sitrep, Nightingale. How bad does it look?"

    Given that he's currently unarmed, Bean goes to ground, ducking behind the rubble of what used to be a wall, looking to surprise the next HYDRA patrol that comes his way. His eyes narrow... this might get personal.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    Small arms fire bounces off of Emma, as one might expect, but then the tank fires and it's some sort of energy beam that causes heatsinks on the sides of it to jet walls of steam to either side as the cooling fins vaporize water in the air.

    Fire teams on the roofs open up on Shannon trying to find a pattern to her flight even as soldiers with jet packs join the fray, sub-machineguns stability bracketed to their flight frames spitting bursts of fire on the trench run that Shannon has been put into, a pair trying to jet further ahead, a pincer move most like.

    And Kurt? He's coughing, winded and charging back into the fray - dressed in a blacked out version of his X-Men uniform, lacking even the symbol - simple black kevlar and plates. Disappearing into clouds of smoke, with limbs darting out, delivering punches and kicks in rapid succession before pulling him to cover, breathing hard and with his fuzz matting with sweat.

    Detecting Bean, the Danger Room simply turns over the cup and dumps more in the bowl, a surge of ground infantry coming at the young man, weapons on and already spitting simulated lead.

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn arrives a bit late to today's training session, but thankfully she made it! Dressed in her blue and gold uniform, she steps out of the downed X-jet, a moment after Samuel and peers around. Oh great, gunfire everywhere, and, while she's studied Hyrda, she's never met 'em first hand. "seriously? Tanks too? Oh yaaay.." with a yelp, she ducks behind a wall - not far from Samuel actually - trying to gain her bearings, peering around the side of it. "So, what are our orders?" she chirps into her comm.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy finishes his first shot glass of the whisky, and then pours a second. Sitting back, watching the training, mostly watching the students and seeing that they're progressing, he sighs. "Betsy, it's two things really. First, they have a human form, and that naturally engenders sympathy. But second, I really feel for that kid. I suspect that hurt him a lot, and he's trying to be the tough guy about it."

Emma Frost has posed:
    "And here I was hoping to get to vent some bottled up aggression." Emma sighs to no one as the sounds of bullets tink off her crystaline skin. She takes in a breath despite the fact that she doesn't breath in this form and shifts her chin down slightly at the tank.

    The sound is deafening and the shot is perfect. Where an Emma once stood is a black spot and Emma is no where to be seen.

    Next to Sam, a clear hand sparkles as it reaches out of the new hole in the side of the jet and pulls the rest of the diamond body of Emma out of the side of the jet. She looks to her side and spots Sam. "Boy. Help me with this tank." She says as she starts to march once again towards it.

Nightingale has posed:
     "Watch it, Techno, ground troops coming up on your ten, and plenty of them." Gunfire erupts around Shannon, coming from all directions except directly in front of her. She frowns, not liking the looks of this one bit. "Pixie, can you get a look at the place right ahead of me? Feels like they're herding me into something." This could not bode well at all. And who was the woman in white down below? What were her capabilities?

     Fine. These airborne gunners and snipers on the roof wanted a challenge, she would do her best to present one. She kept her flight as random as possible, keeping to the shadows between buildings. It meant some close-quarters flying, which was a challenge in of itself. This was -not- good. If the space around her grew much more narrow, she would either be trapped, or forced to gain altitude and essentially declare open season for the gunners that had her in their sights.

Psylocke has posed:
"Kid?" Betsy seems to be tasting the word. She purses her lips slightly then gives a shake of the head. "Not a term I would use for Bastion but I see your point. He has his own agenda. I'm sure of it. But going for peace talks and then being attacked? I can see why he is not trusting anything we say. I keep hoping to get through to him. Destroying the Sentinels is good, but not if he's going to allow the smaller ones that could be in the same room without you knowing to remain. It still represents a danger to mutants."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    As Shannon's report comes in, it pretty much matches what Bean is seeing on the ground. He's not adverse to taking on soldiers, far from it, but... there's a lot of them, and the best he has to fight them are two bruised fists. Bullets ping off his cover, reminding him of worse times, and his mind slips into something far more... cold... calculating. Odds to take on the column of troops? Close to nil. Odds of taking on the tank? Better.

    He gives Emma a curt nod and dashes from cover, away from the infantry and towards the tank. He dashes from concealment to concealment, never taking the direct path, letting the crews focus on the big sparkling target right in front of them. Weaving and changing directions at random, he tries to throw off any bow gunners these machines might have. All he has to do is get within 20 meters. And then?

    Then they find out why he gets called Techno. He knows that type of tank. Knows it very well. Knows exactly what to overload to turn it into a crater, and the cook-off should take a few more tanks with it. "Lighting up the tank in three."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn peeks from behind the wall, grinnning and nodding to Samuel. She doesn't know him well, although they've likely had a few classes together. "Hey, Samuel, right? Don't worry, I'll cover you while you aim for that tank." she nods to Shannon, peering upwards as she tries to get her bearings. "Roger, Shannon. Lemme try and clear up the ground troops first, then I'm on my way to your position!" Spreading her wings, she looks for an openning, then springs high up into the sky.

"Pixie dust incoming!" as those ground troops focus on Samuel and whoever else is nearby, she flutters her wings at a blinding pace until they shimmer and sparkle in an aura of pink dust, which she then unleashes on as many ground troops as she can, aiming for the ones closest to samuel.

"Sam, cover your mouth, Kurt watch out!" she warns, doing her best to keep the dust out of their range. With Emma in her diamond form and shannon in the sky, they're less likely to be affected. Now that she's up in the sky, Pixie peers around, trying to get her bearings and to see where Shannon is and who is aroud her.

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy shrugs at Psylocke, glancing at his drink, and then just taking a slow sip. Sighing heavily. "I don't know. Soemthing about him always strikes me as young and impulsive. So... kid. Call me old. I want to like him. I Want to be his friend. But I'm afraid he's just not capable of handling the pressures he's under, and he won't make good decisions. Not for himself, and definitely not for us. So, tonight, I drink."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    <<"Simple orders. Keep from going down. We don't know when reinforcements will get here. Haf to hold the line, ja?">> Kurts tucked into the shadows, keeping his eyes shaded, <<"You can hide to recover, but not lo-ONG!">> his warning confirmed as another of those tanks opens fire and he barely has time to teleport to safety before the chunk of building he was tucked in is... well it's gone.

    More of the gunners are following Shannon, and indeed are trying to pin her in, somewhere, autofire opening up again, trying to flush her out of the spaces between buildings and into the open while diverting attention to Pixie as she joins the fray.

The armored cav focused on White Queen? A cough of smoke and a roar of engines declares it moving again while a grind of pneumatics and gears announce it turning the main barrel towards her, and the young man with her.

Emma Frost has posed:
    The young man has long since left her side and the White Queen is standing-marching-sauntering towards the machine without worry, though her cape flaps in the breeze and from the simulated gunfire. "Kurt, you and I must talk about using the safety features on the room correctly, but that is neither here nor there." Emma says as she lifts her gloved hand up and gives the camera of the machine a wave before Techno can give it his all. She hopes.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon hits her comms. "Careful, Pixie! I'm on your two o'clock low!" She's forced into a side alley that's a little narrower still, but with fewer gunners and hopefully a little farther away from Pixie's dust. She covers her mouth and nose with her hand, and hopes that none of the stuff touches her. She does not like the thought of what she might see if it did. Seeing that stuff in action once before had gotten her shot, and she had to get out of range. /Now/.

     "Scheisse!" She was out of room. The gunners had chased her into a dead end, and there was nowhere to go but up. This was a no-win scenario, clearly enough. But at least higher in the air, she would have time to maneuver, and find a new place to duck and hide. She's forced to gain altitude, but keeps her course as random as possible. Perhaps she could take a quick look at the situation on the ground, and give her teammates a heads up to danger incoming....

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Those jetpacks are no good in close quarters, that's why they're hanging back. Low and fast, make them sweat and double back." Techno cuts in, knowing HYDRA tech literally like the back of his hand, a fact that might surprise people who've never spent any time with him. "Tank going up... NOW."

    Without peeking out of concealment (for there is no cover from that main gun on this street), Bean reaches out with his mind and disables the overload governor on the tank's power plant, ramping it up to well past the red line. The bad news for the crew is that everyone inside is going to cook. The good news was that in less than one second, the whole tank will literally rip itself apart, and they won't have time to notice. "If anyone has been saving a high explosive I don't know about, now is the time to mention it."

Pixie has posed:
Hey look, it's snowing pink faerie dust! Pixie grins, momentarily hidden from view as shimmers of pink sparkles snow down upon a large swath of ground troops, causing many of them to pause in confusion, many of them turning on each other, or just standing there and giggling at some unknown fantastical image that the faerie has produced for them.

"Hang in there, Shannon, I'll get 'em, just stay low!" she doesn't like the idea of just standing her ground until reinforcements arrive. There's so many of them, but hey, they've got some experienced X-men on their team, and she is curious to see what Samuel can do.

She quickens her pace to catch up with Shannon, narrowing her eyes at the air troops. They've surely got armour, but hey, they still need to breathe and that's all she needs. "Heads up!" She has to dodge and duck a few times as some air troops break off to pursue her, but once she has a clear shot, Pixie flutters her wings more rapidly, using the wind generated from her wings to redirect another showering of sparkly pink faerie dust towards the troops that are pursuing Shannon. "Hold your breath, Nightingale, more faerie dust heading your way!"

Psylocke has posed:
"A valid point. He may not be very old, despite his appearance. After al, he was created. Still not sure if he was a man once and altered or if he truly is just a high level technological entity." Betsy pauses to take a sip of her beer and finds it is finished. She takes her feet off the control panel and picks up another, popping the top off and tossing it in the trash with her empty bottle. "I want to help him. To get him to understand. Yet, I keep reminding myself he is a sentinel. Just a very advanced one."

Beast has posed:
Henry McCoy smiles to Psylocke, and slowly stands. "I'm gonna get some rest. If you want to replace those before Logan notices, they do sell that brand in downtown Salem." Then with a salute, he closes his bottle and heads out.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    Kurt is running, leaping, and twisting around things as he watches the fire incoming, ducking instinctively when the tank that Bean has overloaded suddenly tears itself apart in a fireball that blows a section out of a building and starts it on a sideways collapse into another building.
    <<"Emma, can you get Techno up to roof level, coordinate for a stand? I'm En Route to Shannon and Megan">> huffed over comms as he dives and is spun out of his leap angle by a simulated hollow point flattening on his kevlar, sucking away his breath and leaving him a lump on the ground, trying to get his wind back, coughing a moment before he's back on comms,
    <<"Megan, Shannon, form on my signal">> scrabbling for cover and listening to the giggling and screaming of those being dusted by Pixie, driven batty by their hallucinations. The shooting at the fliers has slowed at least, for her efforts, and several radio troops begin yammering code into walkies.

Nightingale has posed:
     "Copy that, Kurt, name the place and time." Shannon takes advantage of the new knowledge imparted by Techno to try and bamboozle the fliers, doubling back and flying right between them, en route to Kurt's location. She made a mental note to remember to bring a breath mask and gloves to any mission involving Pixie, as she did not care to fall prey to friendly fire. "Come on, Pixie, let's rendezvous with Kurt... got a bead on his location?"

     Rule One of Murphy's Laws of Combat: Friendly fire--isn't.

Emma Frost has posed:
    Emma reaches up to her comm and clicks it on. <<"He's on his way.">> Emma says as she lifts her hand towards Sam and gives him a quick motion for him to regroup on her. <<"We got to move boy.">> The White Queen says before turning and marching to the nearest sidewalk and enters the first door she can find and looking for a way up, unconcerned of any small arms fire as she is perfectly content in her diamond form.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Okay. That was slightly more energetic than he had imagined. Clearly the power rating on those tanks had gone up... something to keep in mind. <<"Submit that the tactical decision is flawed. We face superior ranged weaponry.">> Techno says through the comm but starts moving regardless. He's not here to dispute orders, just to offer his own tactical insight about being on a roof without any ranged weaponry while faced by what looks like a mechanized company. If so, there should be at least three more tanks around, and that worries him.

    "I have your back, check to make sure the ground floor is clear." Rather than head straight into the building, Bean runs up to it, leans against the wall outside and then peeks into the window for just a second, trying to spot movement. At the same time, those soldiers are so close by... Gah. The analytical part of his mind takes a backseat for a second as he dashes over to one of the soldiers struggling in the pixie dust. Holding his breath, Techno grabs the soldier from the back, snaps his neck and helps himself to a pistol, two spare magazines, a knife... and the soldier's radio, before heading back to the building and following Emma inside. <<"They're shouting gibberish over the net">>

Nightcrawler has posed:
    <<"It's the AI, we're not supposed to be able to intercept.">> Kurt notes, wheezing a little, but not as bad as he had been.

    One of the beams from a tank cuts through a section of floor and wall, cutting up and exploding through the rooftop like a signal beacon.

    Jetpack troops continue to move in, keeping up high, and trying to lock onto Shannon and Megan - down below in the street an armored vehicle rolls into sight with a stubby quad barrel setup...

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn does catch glimpses of Techno's incredible feats below and she grins, "Woow, well tidy, well tidy!" she chirps, but as Kurt talks into her mike, its back to business. She peers around, twirling and ducking to avoid the occasional airborne hostile that managed to avoid getting dusted. "Woah!" her wing barely gets singed by one who is a little too close for comfort, and she ducks down, feeling a painful buzz on the edge of one of her wings.

"Ouch, ouch!! Copy that Kurt, on our way!" Pixie waves to Shannon, smiling, "Hey there, Nightingale, ready to turn the tides? Those guys are having too much fun.." she waves a dismissive hand towards the hostiles who are now giggling and wandering about aimlessly around them, clearing the way for them to join with Kurt, Emma and Samuel, squinting in the dust of pixie dust and gunfire to search for a blue movement that would indicate Nightcrawler. "

"Over there!" she points , "We gotta move quick, before he blinks out again or something..."

Nightingale has posed:
     "...and before that gun gets /us/! MOVE IT, PIXIE!" Nightingale makes a beeline for Kurt's location, as indicated by Pixie, tucking her wings in tight for best possible speed in one straight shot. However, what feels like an incredibly painful, high-powered paintball nails her in the right shoulder from her three--it seems one of the aerial troops have finally managed to score a hit on her. "Verdammt!!!" She's forced to veer slightly away and keep altering her course again, keeping on in Kurt's general direction. "Watch it, Pixie, more enemy fliers incoming!"

Emma Frost has posed:
    Emma sighs as she looks around and peeks around the corners to the first floor and gives Sam a slow nod. "One moment." She says before she leans back and drops her diamond form for a brief moment. Then a second later the diamond takes over Emma's body once more. "There's no one else in here Sam. We're safe to go to the roof. Make it quick. Time to extract." Emma says before rushing the door and finding the stair cases.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    <<Wirbelwind! Jeden aus den Luft! Am boden! Schnell!">> It's a stressful situation, Techno is falling back on what he was taught, and in these kind of situations the teams always communicated in German. There's no time, no time at all, to go to the roof. Not with the tanks and the anti-air around. So he breaks protocol and abandons the attempt to get through the building, dashing back outside into the street, calling to Emma. "If we don't cover them from down here, everyone up there is going to die."

    And so he does. Bursting out the door, he fires three rounds into the nearest cogent soldier and dashes for the Flak tank, combat knife held reversed in his left hand. Now he's braving the return fire, only moving towards cover when it becomes too dense. He has to close the distance. Has to! More lead is returned to sender, chest and head shots. <<I'm your speedbump. Get them out.>> If only he can get close to that AA tank... those jetpack troops would be in a world of hurt.

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn "Yikes! Shannon, you okay?" she blink-blinks, peering around. There's a pocket of calm between them and the ground, although some of the ground troops are starting to shake out of their reverie by now. Pixie does her best to focus on Kurt below, although she winces at her wing tip, still sizzling and smoking, doing her best to keep up with Shannon in spite of the pain. "On my way!" She darts and buzzes, beating her wings more quickly as she begins a cautious but hasty descent on Kurt's position. Unfortunately, there's just too much chaos going on around them for her to teleport them directly to his location. <<Kurt, we're almost there, I can see you, at six-o-clock below us..>>

Nightingale has posed:
     "Yeah, just going to be feeling that one in the morning, Pixie, that's all!" There was no time for Shannon to test the range of motion in her arm as she descends as quickly as she can, towards Kurt's position. Right about now, she would be very glad for the bad curry night, and a little bit of cover from the smoke!

     She taps her comms quickly. "Kurt, could do with some of that bad curry, give Pixie and I some cover, we're right by you!"

Nightcrawler has posed:
    <<"Kopieren Sie, Gott Geschwindigkeit.">> Kurt states with some resignation as he stands again and runs towards the fliers, arms waving to motion them past him as he leaps forward and disappears, the smoke cloud billowing away in the simulated rooftop wind. BAMF! He's above a group of roof soldiers and then BAMF! he's among them, appearing and disappearing rapidly. A foot impacting, a fist, and then BAMF! he is up by the girls, <<"Tell me if you need me to move you!">> he sees them now, and he's distracted. A shin plate on his suit cracks and he is pinwheeling of to the side, grunting and then BAMF! he is sliding across a roof, chin getting road rash, gloves tearing.

    On the streets, more and more begin trying to pour fire into Samuel's position, seeing where he is going. One of the beam tanks tries to power up, a rather cheery golden glow down the barrel as capacitors wind up and it prepares to fire. Below the quad tank begins firing, spraying clouds of jagged metal and needles into the air...

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    <<"Gott mit Ihnen, Herr Wagner.">> is the equally resigned reply, and Techno takes off his comm piece, tossing it over the cover he's using and hearing it get shredded by fire. Well... at least that tells him just how many guns are trained on his position. The urge to cheat is great, very great... this is the danger room after all, he could turn himself into a main battle tank, could make these soldiers disappear, could make himself disappear even, but that wouldn't help the exercise. It has to be played out, to the bitter end. And he knows where his part in this ends.

    Deep Breath.

    He can't do anything about the beam tank. Too far.

    He can do something about the flak tank.

    Bursting from cover to close the last few feet of distance, Bean gets bracketed, knocked down by multiple impacts that send him skidding to the ground. Just close enough. As the retaliatory fire continues to find its mark, Techno reaches out, YANKS, the barrels of the flak tank down to hose the entire length of the street, and fires into the mass of soldiers until the slide of his pistol slams open on an empty magazine. Before he can even reload, enough bullets find their mark that his position is practically obliterated. And that's before the tank has fired.

Nightingale has posed:
     Yeah. There is no escaping that volley of debris entirely unscathed. Despite her descent, and Sam's incredibly heroic mad rush on the flak tank, a few good shots do get through to her, smacking her in various locations all down the left side of her body. She has just about enough time to cover her eyes to prevent being blinded, tuck in her wings, and drop to the rooftop, knocked down by a shot to the left ribcage, left upper arm, and the outside of her left thigh. It sends her tumbling to the roof with a yelp. "Crap... PIXIE, LOOK OUT!"

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn makes a beeline for Kurt's position, landing lightly on the ground nearby..But now, the gunfire on the ground is increasing on their target and she yelps, ducking out the way, rolling on the ground to avoid a near miss. But there's someone behind her, and she gets hit in the ribcage, causing her to wince, crumpling to her knees. "Gah!" At least it's just a shallow wound, but it hurts like hell as she clutches her stomach. "Kurt! What do we do now? Where's Samuel?" darnit, this is looking ugly. Is there any way out of this scenario?

Nightcrawler has posed:
"Samuel is vorbei... stopped the flak..." Kurt frowns and looks about him. "A little more, ja? A little more. Keep each other alive." He grins, still winded and then his eyes go wide, wrapping himself around Megan as multiple rounds thud into his back and sides, shoving Pixie behind cover before he's pushed to the ground and goes still.
    Same as with Samuel, in the control room - Kurt is still technically alive. But they've been 'eliminated' from the exercise and may be enjoying an impromptu nap time. Though the hard light simulations now show Kurt a holed mess, bleeding violet all over the rooftop, most of his head and torso chewed away by small arms fire.
    Another beam cuts through the building.

Nightingale has posed:
     Crap. There was no way she could heal Kurt from that. And Samuel... a tear trickles down her face, the image of Samuel ripped to shreds by who knows what replays in her mind on loop for a few seconds. Wisdom from her adopted brother, too, lingers there.

     "...no matter how hard we want someone to come back we can't control who will or when they will come back." How right Sam had been. Sometimes you were there when it happened, sometimes not. But there was no time to dwell on the hurt; even though it was a simulation, it still stung to see someone she was coming to care about very much cut down like that. No, she had to make it count for something, see who of the team was still alive.

     Crouched down to minimize her physical profile and make herself less of a target, she hits her comms. "Kurt? Pixie? Techno? Respond..."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn's eyes widen as Kurt protects her, and takes the ultimate sacrifice for his efforts. "Kurt!" she gasps, reaching for him, but it's too late. "Is he..Is this for real?" but it's just a simulation, right? <<Techno? Shannon!? Anyone still alive?>> Somehow she lost sight of Shannon in the crossfire and she grits her teeth, ducking behind a brick wall for cover, but not before getting blasted in the wing again, causing her to cry out in pain. "Arrgh!! Is anyone still out there..Shannon!?" she catches her voice on the comm, probably the only voice she hears, "I'm on the rooftop, by the fire escape! Where are you? We can still make it.."

Nightcrawler has posed:
    Can they? The forces of Hydra are starting to circle and more of the building has been blasted away by the beam tanks. It's all going to hell in a handbasket. Hydra forces are jeering, and the weapons fire is growing thicker and all around. Stonework is exploding, bullets are whizzing by.

    What to do??

Nightingale has posed:
     "I read you, Pixie. We need to get out of here alive, or what they did is for nothing." Shannon's mind is a-whirl, looking around, battling the fear beginning to well up within her. She was no leader. There was no way she could get them both out alive... was there? The dead were dead. There was no going back for them, or their sacrifice was for nothing. Sometimes, one had to admit defeat. She belly-crawls to the edge of the rooftop, to assess if there was a clear path back to the blackbird, or if perhaps there was something down there they could utilize to their advantage... "Sitrep, Pixie, are you hurt?"

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn crouches behind the wall, although it looks like it's gonna crumble at any moment. She dares not peek behind it, lest she get blown up like her team mates. "I don't like this training session.." she pouts, pretty sure she's gonna bite it next. "Shannon..Hang onto me..Maybe I can...Teleport us to safety.." If there are any safe zones. Megan isn't sure she will find anything, and inthis simulation, can she really teleport to some imagined place? "Ok.." she grabs Shannon's shoulder. "We'll make it to the edge of the city, on the horizon over there. You ready?" Argh, her head hurts, and Megan isn't sure this is gonna work in her current state, but she's running out of options..Let's see if all that training with Illy has paid off!

"Si...Sihal..novarum..Ch-chi-..chinoth!"

Nightingale has posed:
     "We're not -supposed- to like it... it can get much, much worse out there." Shannon nods to Pixie, wincing as the pink-haired girl holds on to her shoulder. Oww. That stung. "We haven't got a lot of choice. It's the one thing we've got that'll take them by surprise." She takes a few deep breaths, closing her eyes as she's never teleported before, and has zero idea what to expect. "Come on, Pixie. You can do this. You've got this."

     Yeah, this simulation definitely sucked.

Nightcrawler has posed:
    As Megan's work draws Shannon and her out of harm, in their desperation play, the Danger Room blanks out save a massive "Mission Over" floating in the air. Kurt is stands, and Sam can too if he likes.
    Kurt looks like he's been boxing by the way he hunches, "Running is always an option..." he smiles weakly and touches the back of his neck gingerly. "But it's not always thought of... Sam did what a lot his age don't either. Died to save others. No hesitation. Simulation or not, that hard to hurt like der Scheißkerl" nodding to the lot of them.
    "Top marks... This counts as PE credit for two periods to allow recovery, und I will put a little extra in your commissary funds, ja?" coughing and crouching. "Making hard decisions comes up all the time. Grace under pressure is key. But watch your language, ja?" going quiet as he breathes through his bruising. Hank better not squeal on where he set the safety parameters damnit.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Standing is hard. But so is sitting and laying down, so Bean might as well stand. Right hand holds his left side, over ribs that really have seen better days. Bruised, battered, concussed, bleeding. But alive. "Tactical situation went out the window when the flak truck arrived. Someone was always not going to make it, I chose for that to be me." Yeah. That had been a cold calculation. "Remember, running is usually an option. When it's you against a mechanised platoon, it's pretty much the objective too."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Hurts like the wha....?" Shannon's eyebrows go up. "Why do I have a feeling you're going to make me look that one up on my own?" Mission over, now it was the healer's job to look after the team. Drills or not. "Kurt... how bad are you hurt? Megan, what about you? Samuel..." She actually flinches when she sees his injuries, a tear trickling down her face. "Will you allow me to heal you, please?"

Nightcrawler has posed:
    "Nein. You rest. We're battered, it happens. Samuel can show off to all the pretty girls, or boys... I don't judge" he shrugs, "that he was willing to die to save others and went down fighting an entire armor squadron of Hydra troops. He'll haf no want for attention or tender treatment... And if you try to touch me to heal me I'll teleport away." he makes a hand waving motion, "Now go, schnell... schnell, schnell. Go tell the kitchen I said you get extra desert too." laughing painfully as he stands and starts for the doors of the danger room.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Looking at Shannon, Bean gives a self deprecating smile, as if to say he had just accidentally and foolishly gotten into the way of half a platoon's worth of bullets and hadn't intended to. Easy mistake to make, right? "I'll be fine in a few days. And as Kurt said, I get to look like a badass for a little while. If you're going to heal every little injury I get, you're going to be in the med bay pretty much non stop. I'll live." He starts for the doors, limping just slightly. "But I will accept baked goods as hero payment."

Nightingale has posed:
     "At least please go get checked out? Will you do that much? Extra baked goods in it for you if you do." Fine. If Shannon had to resort to bribery to make sure her teammates got themselves looked after, then so be it. "You too, Pixie? Please?" She does hug Bean gently, her eyes closed and taking a few deep breaths, holding back her healing gift successfully.