As the name indicates...this RPG will revolve around Crossroads and New Beginnings.CrossroadsWe would like to see characters come to a 'crossroads' in their lives where important and life changing decisions have to be made. These events can be very personal...i.e. a relationship beginning, ending or changing, or they can be moral or spiritual. Whatever is decided, they should show 'growth' for your character.New BeginningsThis can be any number of items as well and most likely will relate back to the 'crossroads' in your character(s)' life or lives and/or career. They may be starting a new career as teacher or student at Xavier's School for the Gifted or may have been selected to train for the upcoming X-Men team(s). Their 'new beginning' once again may be as simple as establishing a new relationship or changes in an old one.
The X-Men and all likenesses are the property of Marvel Comics, 20th Century FOX, and ALL the creative minds therein. X-Men Crossroads is a non-profit RPG board. We here participate for the pure enjoyment and satisfaction writing in the X-Men Universe brings.Most of the Bio information is courtersy of Marvel Directory
Gyrich kept a surge of satisfaction off his face as he watched Wolverine bristle. He could and would have done as he offered -- click code made for a good way of covertly signalling he wasn't speaking under duress -- but he hadn't had much hope of the mutant accepting that. Still, it had been worth the try.
Since he had failed to head off the fight entirely, it fell to Gyrich to cripple the opposition as best he could.
Green as the kids were, they were still in possession of superhuman powers. Without their neutralizers, his own men would be in for a fight if the mutants acted as a team. He had to put a stop to any more of the sort of cleverness that had made him a prisoner. Killing Wolverine wasn't exactly an option at this point, but a berserker in a rage made for a piss-poor tactician.
Not an ideal solution, since Gyrich himself was the handiest target, but needs must when the devil drives.
Re: Whale: Upper Disk/Gyrich/Tags: Logan, Crow, Chamber
// This is a default-action post for Evo, who has not responded to a player tag in five days. He has two days (48 hours) from the time of this posting to override and replace with his own post. Do not respond to this unless the the 48 hours have passed and this post has been modified to note that it is in effect. -Plotmaster //
Evo rubbed his closed eyelids with his thumbs, and with twinned index and fore fingers placed against his temples. "Aah! Headache! I don't know if I can keep this up, the studying, that is. I should be fine with the controls I've learned so far though" he said with a sighed exasperation. He then snapped forward and announced "Aye aye!" to Scott, continuing with "I can take us underwater now, adjusting bow planes for diving ... diving now." With a flick of fingers on keyboard, a window appeared on the projection screen showing the sub console display, on which he notated depth, speed, and course. "I can engage the deflector shields too, but underwater that'll make an enormous sonar target; I don't recommend it unless something's about to hit us."
Re: Whale: Upper Disk/Gyrich/Tags: Logan, Chamber, Andreas
(Not bad. Not quite how I'd have done it, but I can reshape that to something a bit more fitting.)
Evan looked at the console with a slight wince as the concentration he had put into the tutorial caused a headache in the shapeshifted mutant.~Not sure if I can keep this up much longer, but I've got the idea on the controls, it looks like.! he sent to Cyclops. ~Now I can get us underwater and moving.~ A few quick keystrokes, and he soke telepathically again. ~Adjusting bow planes for diving...diving now. Deflector shields are available as well, but we'd stick out like a sore thumb on sonar. Better to use them only if something's about to hit us.~ Then, as an afterthought, Evo added, ~Hey, Cyclops, which way did you want us to go from here?~
Whale: Comm/Cyke/Tags: Evo, Kurt, Storm, Crow, Chamber~Adjusting bow planes for diving...diving now. Deflector shields are available as well, but we'd stick out like a sore thumb on sonar. Better to use them only if something's about to hit us.~ Then, as an afterthought, Evo added, ~Hey, Cyclops, which way did you want us to go from here?~
~"Stop!"~ Cyclops both said and thought, hitting a control that aborted the dive bare seconds after it began. He caught ahold of the console with his other hand to keep his balance at the sudden stop. ~"Never dive blind. We don't know what's down there or where the bottom is. Even if we didn't hit something, it wouldn't do any good. Those are SEALs -- diving will barely slow them down. And if they don't get us, the instant we're clear of the Olympia those jets will have their shot, water or no water. Get the shields up. Buy us time while we find our escape route. Then we go, and fast."~
Re: Whale: Storm Bridge/Crow/Tags: Cyke, EvoOOC:Finding nautical charts=much pain. >.< And yes, the estimates Crow makes are off.
Catching a hint of movement out of the corner of her eye, Miri looked up just in time to see Evo begin the dive. “That’s not—“ Just then Cyclops stepped in, aborting the dive. At least one of the two had common sense. Scott’s reasoning, however, struck her as somewhat wrong. She couldn’t figure out quite why, for a moment, until her headache decided to tell her. Oh. Right.
Tentatively, Crow opened up her mind again, this time not focusing on any single being. She wasn’t sure if it would work, but it was just possible she could find out what lay below them. Almost like—what was that child’s game? Miri smiled slightly, eyes almost closed. “Marco,” she muttered under her breath.
Mentally, she “shouted”, ~Places, everyone!~ The reply was overwhelmingly loud, mostly nonsensical, and really not that great for the delicate condition of her head. Crow allowed herself a wince, but did not dare tone it down. Slowly, she put each voice into a distinct location, creating an almost sonar-like map of the water—and, more importantly, the ocean floor.
Finally, she looked back to Cyclops and Evo, eyes open, if still unfocused. “There’s a small trench that runs parallel below us; should be wide enough to get into. If we touch bottom under the Olympia, there should be—oh, eighty? Ninety?—meters of water above us. I don’t care how good SEALs are, they’re still human. Without SCUBA gear, getting that far down is difficult.” Crow shrugged, uncertain herself if the idea would be possible, or even worth the effort. She didn’t even think to tell them how she knew what was below them. “It’s not a way out, but you’ll have all the time you need…Do either of you know how work the sonar? This hurts.”
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Re: Whale: Upper Disk/Chamber/Tags: Logan, Crow, Gyrich
With only a few keystrokes, Evan had the display showing a detailed map of the area using sonar. He also activated the shields even as he dove towards the chasm Crow mentioned. Still, he frowned. ~Cyclops, there's a chasm here like she said, but her numbers are off unless the sonar this tub is equipped with is malfunctioning.~ He pulled the sub to an immediate stop, still in the Olympia's area, and waited, examining the display carefully while he waited for Cyclops to respond.
Re: Whale: Bridge, Command/Gyrich/Tag: LoganOOC: I don't mean to be rude, but could Wolvie, Chamber, Kurt, Storm, Andreas, and myself be given a little time to post our actions before the ship and everyone aboard are god-modded off into the depths?
Re: Whale: Bridge, Command/Gyrich/Tag: Logan
// Quick note: helm/submersible operation provides only an EXTREEMLY LIMITED sonar capability, just enough to keep from bumping into things - at this level it acts more as a collision warning than an ability to map out the underwater environment, or detecting other vessels. Full capabilites with sonar requires learning the sensors area of knowledge //
Re: Whale: Upper Disk/Gyrich/Tags: Logan, Chamber, Andreas
// Sorry, Evo. I am imposing human error here for a plot reason. Also: I am retro'ing to just after shield activation and before you can submerge, again for plot reasons //
// Language warning: The "s" word, once in context (non-gratutious usage)
// Edit: changed Apache helicopter to Cobra gunship; minor spelling and grammar fixes.
// Edit: changed the missle from being disassembled to just tumbling out of control before exploding. Things are complicated enough so not worth bringing Magneto back into the picture.
It was as if they were part of some gritty, cyber-noir ballet scene from an experimental film or off-broadway adaptation, as the remaining members of Gyrich's team fell gracefully from the sky. Their feet touched the upper disk of the Jonah's Whale; their knees bent in time to each other, absorbing the impact of their landing as experienced hands already began to remove their constraining jetpacks. The whirring blades of a Cobra gunship made themselves visible in the background, much closer than could be expected as it lifted its nose to expose the 20mm cannon held within itself. In another few seconds the men would be at the hatch to the control structure that sheltered both Wolverine and Gyrich, ready to spring to action. In the control room, automated systems responded, snapping imagry from the deck as the men exposed to camera view loomed as giants: 10 feet tall they were, on the oversized dome-like display. Another, urgent pane partially overlapped, a telephoto zoom of a Harrier jump jet. It was not in normal light, but instead in the crimson and purple hues of infrared exposure, and a bright white dot played across the image whose origin seemed to be just under its nose. The speakers crackled to life with a new urgency:
Fox 3: "This is Fox 3, I have acquired bandit, over."
Control: "That's a go, Fox 3. Go weapons hot but do not engage, confirm. Over."
Fox 3: "Confirmed, weapons hot. Tracking bandit."
Squid-Alpha-3: "Squid team on deck, taking cover and holding position."
Cherokee 1: "This is Cherokee 1, I am in position. Preparing to fire, over." Above Cherokee 1's voice could be heard the thwup-thwup-thwup of helicopter blades.
Synchrosity.
Control: "That's a -"
At that moment Evo engaged the shields as indicated. An errant finger, however, miskeyed an instruction and the central holographic display flashed for the briefest of seconds. It showed a high tech display surrounded by an unknown, chiseled font. It was rapidly replaced by the words "Shield Diagnostic test."
The ship's AI got into the act, as a feminine voice got into a verbal joust with a less evolved component system:
"Predictive systems recommend shield activation."
"Denied," a harsher male voice with a definate electronic accent responded. "A shield diagnostic is being performed."
"Predictive systems recommend shield activation."
"Denied, a shield diagnostic is being performed."
"Attempting to override shield control. Override failure, operator attention is required."
"Attempting to override shield control. Override failure, operator attention is required. Recommended course of action is a shutdown of shield diagnostics routine and transfer of systems to AI control."
On the deck, the men cowered as whirring blue-green lines of force snapped overhead and began rotating; The lines multiplied geometrically until they were no longer distinguishable, one from the other as the cycle speed shifted first in one direction and then the other. In the control room below, the diagnostic display flashed the words "particle injection test."
Squid-Alpha-5: "Radiation level is going through the roof!"
Fox 3: "Shit!"
Control: "Fox 3, come again?"
Inside the control room, the diagnostic display now flashed: "particle injection test complete."
Squid-Alpha-5: "Radiation level has returned to background." To those who could observe him, the man was frantically fumbling with his equipment, gesturing to two others who in turn began operating their own detectors.
Squid-Beta-2: "Beta-2 confirms normal levels."
Squid-Charly-2: Charly-3 confirms!"
Fox 3: "We have missle launch!"
UNidentified: "Aegis control shows friendly missile launch Fox-3 to Bandit."
Control: "Squid team! get your men out of there! Cherokee 1: LEAVE!"
An undentified voice with a heavy Greek accent broke in: "Abort launch! Abort launch! Abort! Abort! We don't know what's powering that craft and we don't want it washing up on our beaches and we do not want the oil from you ships washing up if you are not successful! Abort! I am speaking for the prime minister herself on this! Remember you are in Greek waters and are guests of the Greek government!"
The best laid plans...
The SEALS on the upper deck were still trapped by the errant shield which flicked on and off, or changed its properties intermitantly in accord with its own diagnostic logic, but the Cobra was able to pull away, subjecting itself to G forces which were just barely within its designed technical specifications. It booked.
As the missile loomed larger on the display, however, it began spiraling out of control, and finally fell harmlessly into the sea. The radio echoed the obvious relief inside the control room with its own statico expressions.
In the control room, the diagnostic display now flashed: "Diagnostic complete," and the shield disappeared. As one, the men of the SEAL team rocketed off the Whale. They soon became tiny specks on the horizon.
Re: Whale: Logan on StormBridge tags open to Chamber, Gyrich
As Chamber moved off, Logan gave him a nod of approval. If he knew how to work the transpad, the best place for him definitely would be below with the others.
He watched the young man head out, then lowered his head in thought as he leaned on the console. He rolled Nemesis' offer around in his head, trying to decide if it was worth taking the chance when the deck lurched, throwing him against the edge of the console. He caught himself and a moment later the Whale settled down again. Logan half-turned, looking at the man still bound on the floor... considering.
Edited by: Wolvie6 at: 2/26/06 7:00 am
Henry Peter Gyrich had never been an especially religious man. Ritual and prayer held no appeal for him and confession was simply out of the question. He had faith in his training and abilities, and that was about it.
Still, the sudden lurch that brought his gun sliding across the floor to bump up against his hip almost made a believer out of him.
It was just his sidearm, the standard issue Beretta M9, and it took a fast, twisting maneuver to free it from its holster, but then he was once again armed and dangerous.
He rolled just as Wolverine turned back toward him, then he had the pistol braced on his knees leveled in a two-handed grip. Automatically, he sighted in on center mass. In an op with mutants and nuclear warheads and SHIELD squirrels, it had a refreshing familiarity to it.
With an almost gentle touch, he squeezed the trigger. Once, twice, and again.:rolleye
Re: Whale: Upper Disk/ Tags GyrichLogan half-turned, looking at the man still bound on the floor... considering.
He blinked once, taken by surprise; that was something that didn't happen often, to see Nemesis crouched on the floor aiming a pistol with a determined look on his face. Wolverine turned to face him squarely, a habit of taking a defensive stance but never got into position as a slug slammed him center mass. His body jolted and he looked down in disbelief, and then two more shots rang out and he felt the projectiles pierce his ribcage. His body jerked with the impacts and threw him backward against the console, knocking the nullifier to the floor before he slid to his knees.
His hand came up to his chest, pulling away covered with blood, and Logan looked up to meet Nemesis' eyes before his vision went black and he keeled over unconscious, landing on the nullifier.
Whale: Comm/Cyke/Tags: Chamber, Kurt, Evo, Storm
Cyclops was not having a good day, and it was about to get so much worse.
On the plus side, the shapeshifter -- Crow -- said there was a trench below that would take them out of the SEALs' diving range. Of course, it was possible she was lying for some inconceivable reason, or the fleet might have a sub, but he'd deal with that bridge if and when it appeared on the viewscreen.
He was pretty sure he could fly the Whale now, though he really didn't want to test his new-fledged skill against professional naval aviators if he didn't have to. Down it was. Righting himself from the jolt, he had just laid his hands on the controls, seeing Evo punch the button to activate the shields out of the corner of his eye, when it all went bad.
Shots rang out, the SEALs touched down, and the ship started arguing with itself. Scott blinked. Something wrong with that sequence. The gunfire sounded too close and had come before the SEALs arrived. Wolverine didn't need to use a gun and Andreas was terrified of them.
Oh hell.
"Nemesis is loose," he said, turning to sprint toward the lift, considering then discarding asking Kurt to 'port him up. The commando might not have a hair trigger, but startling an armed man who was backed into a corner was likely to get them shot.
"Keep trying to find a way out of here," he said to the room at large as he ran.
Re: Whale: Bridge, Command/Gyrich/Tag: Logan
Evo cursed inwardly as he heard the shield diagnostic acivate, and turned back tot he self-defense capabilities on the tutorial. By the time Nemesis was loose and Cyclops had left, though, Evo had the defense systems down. ~Sir, I'd say there's nothing they've got that can get through defense now that I've figured it out. They'd pretty much have to fire everything they've got to get through.Also, Sonar itself is pretty basic, so I'm going to focus my studies on sensors until I can get a picture of what's around us.Once I've gfot that down, I should be able to get us out of here without trouble.~ In the meantime, Evo completed the dive that the attack had interrupted.
Re: Whale: Upper Disk/Gyrich/Tags: Logan, Chamber, Andreas
Kurt had been leaning on the railing on the ramp leading down to the control island, looking up at the fantastic display - all four tutorial stations being occupied - when things went bad. His first instinct had been to port to the island, in case someone needed a port out, and for a few seconds it looked as if Scott was about to do so when he turned around, leaving his instructions.
"Whew my friend! I am certainly pleased to hear that!" when Evo empathed his message about shields. "I wonder what I should study ... I suppose I should try and see if there is some kind of internal security with that crazy man on the loose now."
He sat down and leaned in intently to the display, pressing and clicking impatiently.
Re: Gambit/Thera Island/Same Day
Tags: Wanda, Rogue, Karina, Latrina, & her mother. Who: Gambit With: Wanda, Karina, Rogue, Latrina, & her mother Where: Thera Island, Greece OOC: Okay PbtW, I am assuming Thera Island has a hospital and that is where they have been taken… if not, please let me know and I shall correct.
The helicopter ride had been uneventful to say the least, and the Cajun was thankful for that. He’d had enough action to last him for at least… well, a week at the most. Stretching tired muscles, and standing there dying for a smoke, Gambit looked around at those near him.
“Go through that door,” someone suddenly said. “Some of you have minor injuries that need to be checked out.”
Red-on-black eyes settled on the stranger, obviously an employer of the hospital, and not someone he trusted as far as he could throw him. “Yo’ be tellin’ us…” he paused, glancing at those with him. Okay, so maybe telling the guy off wasn’t exactly a good idea considering some of the younger ones here did need attending to, so, he simply nodded, motioning for the others to follow him.
Minutes later he was admiring the form of the nurse seeing to his wounds, trying his best to be a good boy, however hard that was for him. Then, he spotted Rogue nearby, and that nurse was quickly forgotten. Giving her a smile most girls would die for, Remy turned his attention back to the pain in his arm.
“Yo’ be given me some pain killers, oui?” he asked.
“Didn’t think a tough guy like you needed pain killers?” the nurse asked, Gambit grinning. The girl was flirting with him.
“E’en mah type be needin’ help t’ be kept comfortable from time t’ time, Cheri,” he told her, the woman nodding and heading off to find some pills.
Ever present cockiness saw Gambit pull his legs up onto the bed, leaning back against the pillow, as if he owned the entire world.
Whale: Storm Bridge/Gyrich/Tags: Logan, Andreas
Nemesis wasn't quite loose yet, but he was working on it. Working very hard on it. By all accounts, even three shots to the chest wouldn't keep Wolverine down long, so he knew he had to move fast.
Keeping a wary eye on the feral mutant, Gyrich rolled quickly over to a pile of his gear. As he moved, his listened to the computer pronouncements and the byplay over the radio. When the storm bridge was suddenly lit by the play of strange light outside and he heard the ominous declaration about 'particle injection,' he felt a sudden surge of rage. He'd seen radiation poisoning before, up close and personal. It was nasty, painful, and appallingly fast ... but not nearly fast enough.
The gun set aside for the moment, he extracted one of his knives and went to work on the bindings on his his wrists and ankles. The blade was sharp, making short work of the supple plastic, and he entertained a brief fantasy of drawing it across the even more supple muscles of someone's throat before firmly reestablishing his mental discipline. Anger was a fine motivator, but you couldn't let it control you.
Free at last, the man who called himself Nemesis rolled to his feet just as the SEAL team cleared out. He was sorry to see them go, but he really couldn't blame them.
It was all up to him now. He was alone. His men were gone and quite possibly walking dead, he had no secure comm, and there was no real hope of escape. No going back, he could only go forward hard and fast.
First stop -- Wolverine.
Bafflingly, the mutant was still down. Playing dead? Taking up his gun again, Gyrich approached with caution. As he drew nearer, though, there was still no sign of motion from Wolverine and the bullet wounds visible still looked fresh and raw.
Then Gyrich glimpsed the answer. On the nullifier, knocked from another pile of gear by Wolverine's fall, the active light glowed almost cheerily. The commando snorted a sardonic chuckle at the vagaries of prototype technology. It seemed, for the moment, that his luck had turned.
Even as he thought it, though, the light winked out again. With an inward curse, Gyrich moved to pin Wolverine's hands before the feral's power revived him and those deadly claws came into play once more.
Re: Greek Holiday
(Reposting the earlier Thera post, with additions for what Mana has posted for Gambit)
The mid-morning Mediterranean sun gleamed shafts of light throughout the storm clouds which had earlier gathered, igniting the water underneath with a brilliant luminiscencence. As the helos lifted from the Olympia, they passed only a short distance over the water before alighting on land, a pair of islands. One was small and windswept, rising only enough to reveal rough pastures dotted by small, neat croftsholds, surrounded as they were by low stone walls. The other island, Thera, evidenced a larger mass. It was filled with vegetation and topped with a broken volcano to one side. The island revealed a long history over its ancient face, with a sandstone fortification and piers to the south and east. Deep surface scarring filled the central southern region, which itself was punctuated on the north by a massive caravan park of temporary housing while running southwards along the coast, a twisted mass of brick and ironworks from an earlier industrial age rusted peacefully away. At the far southwestern tip an old lighthouse dominated a rise in elevation, a short distance from which columns of an ancient Greek temple rose along a sunbaked marble dais in the middle of a closely cut clearing.
Between the islands the sea roiled with steam and disturbed water, revealing a geological continuance to the island's long if mostly unnoticed history.
On the opposite side of the felled volcano, a modern community stretched along well-maintained roads, one of which led to an airstrip whose southern tip was still under either construction or expansion, one could not tell. Along one of the taxiways a line of mid-sized commercial planes impatiently sat, the kind that held 20 or 40 odd passengers each. In fact, one of them was working its way towards the terminal. The northern edge of the airstrip was a hive of activity as military helicopters lifted and settled in a strangely organized dance, and a small number of uniformed soldiers waved and escorted the evacuees towards a smallish terminal, adjacent to which an olive drab tent had been set up with red cross markings.
The terminal itself was an aged stucco affair with tiled floors and vaguely retro-modern appointments. At one time when it was first put up in the 1950's or 60's, it would have been classifed as "nice". It had since declined, however, to that state of grace in which travel agents would have described it dissapointingly as "charming", meaning that while tidy and yet servicable, there was nothing of interest to the passing traveller beyond counting the multigenerational repairs to the plaster and stucco walls, or watching the weeds as they poked their way through the aged asphalt. Despite this, the terminal held a serene normality about itself, coming as it had from an era which only imagined itself as anxious.
An orderly confusion was all about.
A color TV hanging from a wall bracket insde the terminal blasted CNN throughout and could be heard from outside the structure's open doors. Wolf Blitzer and Debra Amos were nattering to each other on the Olympia incident, while two scrawls ran at the bottom of the screen. One gave a stock market report whose readings trending sharply downwards, while the other contained entertainment news, blissfully oblivious to the state of the world: Michael Jackson declaring himself as a space alien, a new Bradd Pitt movie, a well-known lawyer dying of a heart attack, his will leaving a multi-million dollar estate to an exotic animal shelter.
Blather.
People in various emotional states poked and prodded each other accidentally, or waited outside but still within earshot. There seemed to be no organization at all to the rescue effort, besides the one or two soldiers who had waved them away from the helicopters. Across a chain link fence which was separated from the terminal by a parking lot and scruffy field of grass, a couple dozen bored island residents looked on, some holding out bottles of water and other small items for the evacuees while a few busied themselves with video cameras.
Gambit and a few others had been waved into the tent which was mostly unoccupied save for a few doctors and nurses, some of whom were loitering outside puffing on cigarettes. The majority wore bored expressions despite the hyperventilation on the TV in the terminal next door, as there were few walking wounded. The severly injured had been medivaced directly to the Iwo Jima for surgery, and the rest only had the occasional bump or bruise or headache.
An army nurse with a dark olive complexion was engaging in teasing banter with Gambit, enjoying the break from routine he provided. Some people travelled well. Most of those who'd been seen by her on the cruise ship did not, and had filled her ears with petty annoyances.
“E’en mah type be needin’ help t’ be kept comfortable from time t’ time, Cheri,”
"That may be so, but I have trouble imagining the likes of you seeking out pills for your sort of comfort," she said with a smile and glean in the eye. "Stay now, I'll fetch you your pills, and you be good now," she said, trodding off to get some pills. As a parting shot she added "Would be a shame, though, if I had to give you a sedative; they don't mix with the local grape."
Re: Whale: Upper Disk/ Tags Gyrich
It took a few moments after the nullifier clicked off for his body's systems to kick in and begin to gear up. Lying unconscious beneath the man known as Nemesis, Wolverine's body began the task of ridding the foreign matter from his flesh. As his wounds began to heal from the inside out, the closing tissue forced the slugs back along the paths they made.
A groan was forced from him as the slugs neared the surface, the healing process just about as painful as the wounds inflicted. One by one the spent bullets, smashed beyond recognition breached the surface of his skin, pushed out by the closing wounds and dropped harmlessly to the floor.
As the flesh wounds began to stitch themselves together, Logan's eyelids fluttered as he slowly began to regain consciousness. His recovery was slowed drastically by the power nullifying machine and he'd lost more blood than he normally would have, making him light-headed and groggy.
His eyes fluttered open and tried to focus on the face above him. Wolverine groaned and tried to move, but he couldn't. His arms felt like lead weights and it wasn't quite registering yet that he was being pinned down by an enemy.
Re: Whale: Bridge, Command/Gyrich/Tag: Logan
// Just so everyone's on the same page, now, the Whale is underwater heading for the trench Crow found. The hatch that was blown earlier is totally repaired by the nanosystem /which only works for structural elements/ and the storm bridge is sealed from the exposed upper disk, but the ladder and turbolift to the rest of the craft are still functional. Also remember humans will have considerable trouble moving about the Whale without explosives.
The ladder leads to the airlock below on A level via a floor hatch. Between the storm bridge and the airlock is a hatch leading to the outside on top of the lower hull which, of course, will be underwater (see diagram). So the only route to the lower hull is through the ladder, or blowing the heck out of the turbolift system and swinging about with ropes.
Ladder
[ ][ Hatch to Storm Bridge (part of flying bridge)
-- floor hatch from storm bridge (part of flying bridge)
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[ ]
[ ][ Hatch to outer hull of main disk
-- outer hull of main disk and floor hatch to airlock
[ ][ Airlock on A level
-- floor of A level. Ladder does not continue.
Also, the radiation exposure was minimal - 3 chest X-rays, but Gyrich won't know that until he reconnects with his team. Edited by: Paid by the Word at: 3/1/06 4:15 pm
Background: Many, many years ago, Charles Francis Xavier established Xavier's School for the Gifted. Also, seeing other Mutants misusing and abusing their powers, he created the first generation of the X-Men.This original team was trained and lead by an old friend of his...Logan, aka Wolverine. Logan's co-leader was a young woman and student named Ororo Munroe, aka Storm. Once the team was trained and fielded on active missions, they took on the additional responsibility of teaching and helping new Mutants deal with their powers.On one horrible night, the X-Men were fielded to stop a particularly powerful Mutant and his 'gang'. The 'intelligence' received on this Mutant and his cohorts was sketchy and actually turned out to be a set-up to entrap the X-Men and take them captive. In the ensuing melee', 'things' happened and a number of the team were killed outright or severely injured.After making sure his remaining team-mates were going to be okay, Logan left. Xavier has not, to current time, explained his absence or even whether or not he survived.Current Time/Game Time: Almost seven years later, as Human/Mutant incidents are on the rise, Xavier once again sees a need for a Mutant 'police force'. He sees this new X-Men team as a force for good and a way to help peacefully integrate the rapidly emerging Mutant society with the established Human society. To this end, he has contacted Logan and asked him to 'come home' and train his 'new' team.
Logan has reluctantly agreed.Can shadows from their past be put aside for the good of the new X-Men? How will the surviving members of the original team react and what will they do as 'truths' are learned about that disastrous night?Note: We want the new X-Men to include younger versions of the old familiar characters such as Scott, Jean, Beast etc...as well as many of the OCC’s and other Canon characters that are available.Please ask the Staff BEFORE stating or establishing that your character was one of the old, now disbanded, original X-Men.
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