14651/Marauders and Mayhem

Marauders and Mayhem
Date of Scene:	19 April 2023
Location:	Sinister Laboratory
Synopsis:	The X-Men go to bust up a lab of Mister Sinister's. And find something waiting for them that is even more disturbing than a trap.
Cast of Characters:	Monet St. Croix, Samuel Guthrie, Lorna Dane, Tabitha Smith, Rogue, Alex Summers

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Monet St. Croix has posed:
The X-Men didn't often find a location being used by the mysterious and.. Decidedly SINISTER man that had experimented on so many of them throughout their lifetimes. So when they did, it was often an opportunity to strike back to find out what he was up to - and stop it!
    Tonight's target was an old cold war nuclear silo out in the Kansas farmlands, far from the center of everything. Flat, rolling hills, grass as far as the eye could see. The lab in a complex that used to house hidden weapons for launch that had long since been decommissioned.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie had decided to come along. Being out in farmlands he can often get along with the locals if need be. He might not have the same accent but there is something about the whole working class family in the Guthrie young man. So, tonight he is suited up and along to help out how ever he can.

Lorna Dane has posed:
     The turbulence in the jet is one thing, the turbulence of the jet in VTOL mode causes Lorna to remember why she doesn't fly often. "Make my martini shaken, not stirred." Lorna says over the din of the cabin with a smirk on her face.
     Unbuckling after the jet touches down, the ferrokinetic moves towards the landing ramp with a pompousness that only royalty can carry. "Where's this bunker exactly?"

Tabitha Smith has posed:
Tabby had tagged along. sneaking into and maybe destroying hidden labs of mad science had been a specialty. Not that sehe was one hundred percent on destroying every lab and facility she found. But maybe today she could rack up another boom.

Black and yellow biker style two piece x-suit. Inside the cropped jacket is all her hidden pouches and pockets with tools and snacks and stuff.

Sunglasses on her nose she grins as she looks around. "Wow, this whole state just smells like way too much corn. So isn't all this stuff like LexCorp owned or something." she asks and shrugs as she moves with everyone towards the target location.

<<Mind link up! Boom-Boom has entered the chat!>> she gets that telepathy thing going for every one.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue, in the pilot's seat, is unbuckling her crash harness when the Jet settles in. She's removing her sunglasses, and hanging them beside her for when they return. With a look outside, she glances around at the grasslands, before rising up from her chair. She gathers up her leather jacket draped over the back of it, and starts to slide it on as the others exit the vehicle.

Her gloved hands are stuffed in to the side pockets of her coat as she descends the ramp. "The only hobbit hole in the area, over there." Rogue nods for Lorna's sake toward where the hill is located with the silo within it. "I figure the guy we're after probably already knows we're here too..."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
The silo doors are ominously open, as if in creepy invitation and welcome. From it there are no signs of rust, and even at a distance as the Blackbird goes down there's almost a clinical sense of sterilization to it, however far away the team is from it. They definitely have an invitation over from the welcome wagon.

Coming up from it, ceraking at a slow rate of all things is a mechanical lift that is decidedly rusty and worn down, making screeching noises if it can be heard in the distance.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie looks over and says "Well, I guess, Ah don't need to knock on the door, or Polaris needing to open the doors for us." He does move to stand beside Boom Boom, as she is the only non flier, he is prepared to be the cannonball express.

Lorna Dane has posed:
    Lorna steals a glance towards Rogue, "Sorry. I got used to proper curb side drop offs." The monarch says with a smile that quickly fades at the sound of the grinding lift.
    Stepping forwards, once, her feet no longer touch the ramp using a metal harness to fly. Lorna lifts her hand to caress the under belly of the jet as she moves over in a hover to the spot Sam mentioned.
    "Should I at least clean off the rust, that sound is just... nails on a chalkboard."

Tabitha Smith has posed:
The elevator looks very rickety and that just gets Tabitha chuckling. "I swear it's a huge pain in my shapely ass knowing that the only reason I can't fly is straight up like cardio." she states and grins at Sam. Just too much energy draw to maintain the sort of fligh controlt the others could and as pottentially damaging as Sam's own blast fields as well.

"I bet the thing is like deliberately fake weathered. Like in those restoration videos you see on Youtube." she points out. The ones where the 'rusty' item is cleaned to pristine when it's just fake paint and stuff.

Into the hole they go.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue just floated along with the others until they reached the silo's entrance. She touched down then upon her yellow booted feet, her hands going back in to her pockets, her eyes wandering around the silo entrance. "Yeah... this is a trap." She quietly says as the lift opens up for them to just board it.

Her eyes go back to Lorna then. "How much metal is this? We'll probably need you to do a lot more than just shake off rust when this inevitably goes haywire." The Belle comments with a smirk.

She looks ahead to Sam though, and walks after him. "I saw a Youtube recently about a family who bought one of these, and retrofitted it inta a kinda quaint house. I mean if ya want a house with a creepy as hell vibe throughout the whole damn thing..."

Alex Summers has posed:
Havok was still adjusting his suit as he was walking toward the jet's open ramp, as though perhaps he hasn't worn it in quite awhile -- which would be true. He checks the power gauges to, you know, make sure he isn't in (much) danger of exploding. The trick is not to go into a mission at full charge, otherwise he can't absorb power. He has found that about 2/3rd is the sweet spot.

"Alright, I was supposed to be learning how to make homemade cinnamon tea tonight. I hope this asshole is actually here," Havok mutters as he leaps out of the plane. Plasma streams emit from the soles of his boots and the palms of his gloves as he follows the pack toward...a rusty elevator?

Monet St. Croix has posed:
THeir chariot awaits. Risen up from the ground in morbid invitation, ready for them to go underneath the ground. And whatever inevitable, nasty surprises await them. As the group goes into it, a series of lights flicker along the lift as it retracts, sliding back on down. At the bottom of the silo they can, if theyg aze down far enough, make out a series of tubes.. Like vats. All with shattered glass and showing whatever was inside them is gone. And gone recently.
    There's energy building beneath. The silo is humming as generators kick online and the lights flash on. Underneath at the bottom is a long hallway. Going even deeper.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie watches things as they go down towards the lower sections. He looks at the broken tubes, and tries to judge if the glass is more inside the tube or outside, trying to tell if someone outside broke them or things broke out of them "Could be quite a bit of nasty waiting on us." He offers as warning.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
When even Havok manages to use his plasma abilities for controlled descending, Tabby kind of just mopes and pouts during the trip down. Only reason she's not folding her arms is because she'd probably end up sliding away from of Sam and then plummet. Then she's have to boom to soften the landing and then probably destroy the place by accident.

Heading down with everyone else because no way is she taking stairs. She'll even brave the rickety elevator if she has too.

"Bet all this is like automated and stuff. Motion detectors, cameras, the whole nine. I bet there's like turrets and stuff being like Mo Dakka" she's talking aloud but there is the shared mind link. Comms reception can be finicky under ground but a telepath is handy backup.

The tubes and broken glass. "Totally not ominous, like at all!" She does start putting out feelers telepathically. Just in case something stuck around.

Lorna Dane has posed:
    Polaris wearing a simple pair of jeans over a pair of Chuck Taylors, with a frown as she lands next to Sam and Tabby. A glance over her shoulder at the approaching Rogue and Alex, and the monarch squints her eyes as she steps over to the edge of the lift and looks down. "Looks hairy... or slime-y. I think you're right Sam." She says, forgetting to use codenames again, as she's kind of long forgotten her own.

    Her hands at her sides slowly lift up, palms feeling downwards through the air to the spinning of metals and energy is being pushed into this building. "There's a lot of moving metal down there. Feels like..." Eyes close as she feels the electromagnet fields, "Generators. Lots. Lots of power being used..." Lorna reports with a frown to the group before she pushes a bit of her powers down to try and bend some of those metal things, clog them with a broken driveshaft, or a busted piston, or anything she can do at this range. Something to stop this awful feeling causing her to shiver.

Rogue has posed:
Broken glass crunches beneath Rogue's boot.

She steps near to where the glass had been shattered, and her hands leave her jacket pockets. Leaning forward some, the Belle drags the tip of her right index finger across one of the hard surfaces in front of her. She tipts it over to stare at the layer of dust that had collected upon her yellow gloved finger. It makes her frown. "What is the oversight on a place like this? You can just buy it, and then what? I mean nobody hassles ya t'keep the place up to some kinda regulation code or nothin? Seems weird to me. Seems like if ya buy a place like this, ya should be put on a LIST of some kind..."

She'll continue to idly wander, searching for any signs of what brought them here, while she walks past Lorna and bumps shoulders with her. "You should buy one. Make it your Lorna Base." She quietly tells the green haired woman.

Alex Summers has posed:
As Havok gently alights upon the ground, any vegetation is burned to a crisp from his plasma streams. He then starts walking in a manner that one might be tempted to call 'aloof' as he approaches the silo and the elevator, hands clasped behind his back. He gazes around at the crew incredulously.

"We're going down in *that*? Can't we blast it out and fly down?"

He gestures in Rogue's direction. "I mean, Rogue's uniform will get all kinds of dirty."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
As the group floats on down, there's something greeting them. Actually a -lot- of somethings greeting them. Several lots of someone's, actually.
    The X-Men likely will have encountered several of them. Riptide, Gorgeous George, Harpoon, Prism.. So many others. What's different about them is there are.. Several.. Of each.
    What do you call it when you run into a group of about fifteen or sixteen folks, wtih three or four of the same person present? A jolly good time!
    Gorgeous George (or one of them, at least) goes to step forwards and gives an exaggerated bow along with two more of him.
    "X-Men, the Marauders welcome you.."
    "TO DIE!"
    It's going to be one of those days, isn't it.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie looks over, and says "Sorry I don't think so." He will look to Tabby, and says "Lay down flack." As he starts to fly towards the group of them, planning on sending as many of them diving out of the way or knocking them away breaking the ranks some.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
Tabby is getting kinda frowny as she looks around, staring at a couple walls. "Maybe not this one. I mean this is a hole in the middle of Kanasa. Corn Country, Corn Hole. Probably why it went so cheap." she states and hmms. Alex's phrasing gets a giggle but it soon passes for more hmms as she picks up presences on the way down.

That's a serious sounding hmm as the tone does not have her usuall flighty sounds to it.

It kind of goes out the window when they actually get greeted. And those Maurauders, Nasty Boys, she can never keep track.

Her own plasma streams from her fingers as she looks for something vaguely useful as cover. Directing the more flamelike flows of that superheated goodness in as many cloned faces. "So like which one a you test tube babies is like in charge? I bet it's you?" she yells out to abdolutelky no specific one. But vague enough it could be at everyone.

<<They can be like such dumbasses, wanna take bets they'lll fight over that query?>> she puts communications over the mind link. No sense her friends giving away their tactics.

Lorna Dane has posed:
    With the bump against her shoulder, Lorna looks to Rogue as she walks past and gives purchasing advice. "Why should I buy one of these?" Lorna asks, frowning towards Alex and then back to Sam, and maybe Tabby, "Can I get a little back up tea-" Lorna stops mid thought as the clone steps forwards to bow to them. "It's about time we get a proper greeting. I haven't - Oh for fucks sake." She moans and rolls her eyes.

    This is not the time for the queen to start issuing decrees, but combat seems like it's happening and so she steps back, and reaches a hand up, feeling the rebar in the concrete and the metal piping above them and nonessential parts of the elevator start to come off and apart before gathering not only around Lorna's head, but framing the whole team as a loose barrier and impromptu shields between her friends and teammates and the so called Marauders.

    Lorna debates trying to play the diplomat card, but Tabby seems to be on that one already, and so Lorna only provides a floating slab of metal as a barrier to help the blonde.

Rogue has posed:
The voices that speak up to them draw Rogue to turn around to look down the long corridor space. She'd been smirking at Lorna, but now regards the newcomers. "Oh look. Nerds." The Belle softly says with a quiet sigh following her statement.

Her verdent eyes trace over to her friends, Tabi, Lorna, Alex... freakin Sam!

She looks back to the Marauders. "Ya'll barked up the wrong tree here. You should run on back to your hidin' places, hope we don't bring the hurt down on ya."

It's a warning, after all. It's best to offer people like this a chance to at least walk away, rather than just be the outright aggressors toward them first!

Alex Summers has posed:
Havok was supposed to be making homemade tea tonight. Instead he's dealing with these idiots. The frown hasn't left his face since he dropped out of the jet. And it's not likely to leave until he's back on campus.

"Okay, fine, I'll play along."

Being extremely cautious not to hit any of his teammates, Havok extends his arms and begins firing plasma down the hall at the minions. He's not hitting as many of them as one might expect, and perhaps the temptation would be to believe he's a bad shot. But an observant watcher would see that any of the minions he hits are incidental. Rather, he is superheating the metal pieces that Lorna is using to form the twirling shield.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Tabitha's sense of human (or mutant) psychology works. They're still several versions of the same person. And while they might have the edge taken off their minds to avoid freaking out at being triples..
    They're still egoistical enough to think that makes them stand out in the crowd. A couple of the Blockbusters, a couple of the Georges are yelling and taunting..
    Right as the various plasma balls, magnetic shield, and energy blasts from the X-Men go to land!
    Now Lorna's metal shield is put to the test as energy harpoons are shot at it, mirroed energy blades, superstrong fists.. And darkforce clouds among other things are hurled at it as the Marauders have tkaen it upon thesmelves to go with an 'all of the above' option for making Xavier Puree!

Lorna Dane has posed:
    The metal moves around the team towards a single piece, growing larger and larger as Tabby hides behind it, and Lorna can feel it being assaulted on BOTH sides, as Alex thinks he needs to super heat it with his plasma, and the guys on the other side start to attack it with various other kinds of attacks.

    "Move up!" Lorna shouts to the team, as she pushes her hands out, and the hunk of metal starts to widen further and grow as more and more metal melts into it, and she is pushing it through the air closer and closer to the mob. "On my mark, go all out." Lorna reports to the team before waiting a beat and shouting, "MARK!" And the shield explodes outwards towards the goons, hopefully giving Tabby, Sam, Rogue and Alex an opening to wipe the floor with these turds.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie will barrels down on the harpoons. He knows he is neigh invulnerable while blasting, so he figures keep those ranged guys centered on him. He cuts one for a flip, with a clothesline and is making a turn he could not of years ago, to come around, tries to use some of his pool practice to good use. One blockbuster off into a group of his "friends."

Tabitha Smith has posed:
While Boom-Boom could just throw bombs amid the bodies arguing and help thin the numbers and settle the leadership disputes. It might cause some collapses and stuff they might not want since traversal could be hampered.

Instead she just pour's her own plasma on as conetrated streams. Snaking through the air to burn and punch though cloned flesh and whatever else the Nasty Marauders wear, psionically directed so she can make sure she doesn't singe Rogue or Sam in those few moments they might be near anything Boomie aims to incinerate. <<Wow, I can actually beileve the fell for that!>> she chuckles over the mind link.

Between Lorna's shields and the output from others it shouldn't take long to get through this batch at least.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue had been holding back when her ranged team members took to arms against these foes, but when the fighting broke out, and when Lorna gave that command, the Belle took to the air here within the silo tunnel.

Rogue charges down the dark and narrow interior corridor of the old missile silo, her eyes locked on her target - the low-powered villain Harpoon. With her enhanced strength and agility, she deftly dodges the barbs that Harpoon hurls her way, each one embedding itself into the concrete walls. Rogue retaliates with a swift punch that sends Harpoon flying backward, but he quickly recovers and unleashes another volley of deadly projectiles, which she uses her Seventh Sense to duck beneath!

Grabbing a slab of old concrete, Rogue twirls it around, and throws it toward the villain, having crumpled it in to pieces before she tossed it, it leaves her hands in many smaller fragments, all flying toward the villainous fool!

Alex Summers has posed:
Not wanting to heat this confined space up too terribly much, Havok lets his plasma streams subside. He's going to switch to a more straightforward approach: beating the crap out of these idiots!

He follows Rogue in, taking care to dodge the flying, superheated metal. Even without his mutant powers, Havok is a talented martial artist in his own right. He dodges and parries and head butts and kicks and elbows his way through a cowardly cluster of clones.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
As a brave and all-wise man once said, He Pities the Fool. The Marauders and their hangers on definitely qualify. But from the X-Men, they're not getting much of it. So the brawl takes them very, very quickly through the rook a mook roster as their targets are taken down very, very fast and messily and they have a clear way through with all of their adversaries are broken, beaten, and blitzed.

LIghts flicker deeper into the complex where a voice starts to speak.

"As expected, the combat effectiveness of Batch #71-B proves less than required. Batch rejected and disposed." Have some of them ever heard his voice before? If they have, it's identifiable. But the low static backtone of it suggests a.. Recording?

Lights flicker on deeper to the complex where various shelter doors start to unlatch and pop open. "Analysis required of batch genetic makeup to consider whether the existing structure of the donors can be improved upon or has plateaued and is of no further use and should be reclaimed."

Lorna Dane has posed:
    Lorna keeps her hands up and actively guides her metal shards through the air as Havok, Rogue, Boom Boom and Cannonball all work like pros on the mooks. She is simply there providing ranged support and well, bardic inspiration? "Good work guys and girls." The queen says as she approaches the fallen bodies and with the metal shards all reforming at her feet, she makes two floating platforms, one for each of her feet, and hovers across the carnage.

    "That was fun." She says, brushing her shoulders off with the backs of her hands.

    Her eyes look up and around towards the speakers and PA systems. "Isn't that the guy that messed up Frost a while back?" She asks towards the back of everyone's head as she kind of encourages them all to walk before her. Unless they all want her to take point, she'll fall into that position easily enough with haphazard metal floating above her head in a slow lazy circle.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie moves to hover in the air once the guys are down. He looks over to the others "Ok, we have an idea which way to head from here?" He actually looks to see if there is a map of the place on the wall.

Alex Summers has posed:
Imagining getting trapped down here, Havok disengages from the fight. "Somebody needs to make sure we aren't getting jammed up down here," he growls a bit. The ambient temperature goes up by 5 or 10 degrees and Havok launches himself back up the tunnel to keep an eye on things topside.

Rogue has posed:
As Rogue turns to check on her fellow X-Men, she sees Polaris and Havok holding their own against a group of Harpoon's henchmen. She nods in approval, confident in their abilities. Suddenly, a sinister voice echoes through the silo's internal speaker system, causing her to tense up. She waits for her teammates to regroup before taking to the air once more, flying toward the area where the lights have come online further in.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
The current fight comes to a messy end eventually. The smell of broken and in some cases burning flesh hits Tabitha's nose while a voice plays over the speakers. "Oh great, fucking live streams for mad science." Tabitha is not enjoying that idea.

"Who the fuck are the donors. I ain't donating shit! I'll give you shit though asshole!" she yells out with hands at her mouth as if that would help carry her voice further.

"I ain't like getting any more conscious mind pings so I guess, we just go further in away from the big hole we came down from." she suggests with a shrug of her shoulder.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
As Rogue flies forwards, there's another recorded voice speaking. "Remy Leabeau's method of charging up objects with kinetic energy is highly efficient. His physiology allows for rapid control and transmission of energy on a limited scale. Possibilities exist for increase of scale with minimal alterations to efficiency."

As Alex goes up to the surface, and Tabitha goes forwards, there's another recording as if responding to her presence. "Tabitha Smith. Energy generation pweors unstable. With some alterations they can be made more effective. Individual's current cerebral matter is difficult to condition wtihout further experimentation. Use as standby biological generator for secondary facilities has promise." Tabitha might get an image of herself of dozens of hers in clone vats hooked up like something out of the Matrix.

Lorna passes by a room that shows.. Pictures of Scott and Alex. As young children from faded photographs. If she knows them well enough, she would reocgnize ones from right before the 'death' of their parents. Then in the orphanage. Then of Scott over as he would come to Xavier's however long ago. Set over along a shelf like a trophy case.

Lorna Dane has posed:
    "This way Cannonball. We're storming the castle." Lorna says with a chuckle as she hears her own voice echo. "And no, Rogue, I am not buying this place. Or any place. This is gross and icky and..." The magnetic woman frowns as she walks past the room with a bunch of stuff from Scott and Alex's history.

    This causes her nose to flair and her teeth to bare. "I really don't like this place." She whispers softly to the team. Listening to the radio calls from the PA system causes Lorna to frown and reach out with her ferroelectric powers and de-polarize the magnets in the speakers, making them nothing but paper weights. "Y'all don't need to hear that bullshit."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
As Sam goes along, a voice chimes out - another pre-recording of Sinister. A room flicks to life, showing pictures of each and every one of his family. Siblings. Mother. Father. Extended family.

"the mutant genome can be quite random in it's presence. Every single child of the Guthrie family having an active genome is a statistical impossibility. Suggests pre-engineered result. Further analysis and samples required. If there is a way to mass produce genetic material and induce mutation in a variety of ways with minimal external intervention required for sake of varaition in the genome, there is a significant probability it will come from analysis of genetic data. Followup with local hospitals and birth records required."

Rogue has posed:
As Rogue flies forward, she hears the comm system buzzing with talk about Remy LeBeau. Her heart skips a beat, wondering what kind of trouble Gambit may have gotten himself into this time. Landing back on her feet, she cautiously explores the room where the voice is coming from. Her eyes wander around the dimly lit space, taking in the flickering screens and high-tech equipment that lines the walls.

With her heightened senses on full alert, she can feel that danger is near. Her muscles tense, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. With Gambit's name on her mind, she knows that she cannot afford to let her guard down.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
Whether or not the others see clones of her, they probably heard the commentary. In the tanks there's all those tubes and hoses and cords. <<It's only unstable if I push too much energy out at once.>> she telepathically commends to the others but there's no mistaking that the blonde is horrified by what she sees.

"My brain? the fuck is wrong with my brain?" she asks worriedly looking at Sam, Rogue, and Lorna, this time out loud. The comments about Sam get a kind of a grin though it's trying to not look distressed at the idea of what all those Tabbies are being put through.

"You know we're winning thge pool on how many of your siblings are gonna end up here. Might as well try and convice Ma Guthrie to up stakes and move everyone to Westchester. Save time, gets you and Paige better set to like help mom look after the kids and help the fam." she suggests. If there's any silver lining with all this info.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
As Lorna detonates a speaker, the voice continues, broadcast from elsewhere. Or a voice. There are numerous ones talking about things in different rooms. Analyses. Thoughts.

A room showing pictures of a woman that looks like Jean Grey, a little older.. Her sister. Sarah.

"There is some genetic continuum between family members of homo sapiens superior, even when they do not have powers. The sheer scope in differentiation between Jean Grey and extended family requires analysis. Hypothesis somehow related to cosmic alteration and exposure on an unknown timeline. Up to date genetic samples required for comparison. Psionic potential is unparalleled, even to preliminary calculations. Extraordinary."

Tabitha's offhand comment to Sam on trying to pep him up gets another parallel narration. "Genetic potential of the Summers family so far displays almost purely high grade energy control, manipulation,a nd enhancement. Alexander Summers can generate, control, and broadcast plasma. The potential for use to drive an infinite motion machine is a secondary amusing consideration, even though I'm a geneticist, not a theoretical physicist."

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie frowns as he hears the mad scientist is looking into them. "Ok, Ah am going to have to head home and look over a few things." He admits. He looks to Tabby and says "Nothing wrong with your brain Boomer." He offers her "Well unless you really think Ma is going to move."

Lorna Dane has posed:
    "Sam, you and Alex take care of the jet, we'll bring this place down." Lorna notes with a look to Tabby and Rogue. She frowns as the voice has other speakers and PA systems. Rolling her eyes and taking a deep breath.

    Stepping up beside Tabby and calling after Rogue. "Lets bury this place. Nothing here that needs to get out into the rest of the world, no?" Lorna asks, seeming to appear taller than she is, as she's using the confidence that comes with her position. Though if anyone is going to back talk the queen, it's these two.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
As Rogue goes to poke her head into a room, in there she sees.. Baby pictures? Old ones, black and white. In the old days when photography was new, getting pictures taken took a very long time. You had to sit still and wait. It's black and white pictures of..

More then of a somewhat older figure. Teenager. Then.. Pictures of the wild west. A cowgirl and another woman. More pictures from the days when color photographs were common.

Raven Darkholme. From a young child and random samplings from later in life.

Rogue has posed:
Rogue had looked around a little, but saw nothing that pulled her in.

She landed once more beside Lorna now. Her eyes look around at the equipmkent, but finally end up on the green haired woman beside her.

"If Sinister is too much of a coward t'be here himself, and we've cleared the place'a other livin' people... then yeah. The thing seems like it's mostly metal and concrete. I'd say..."

She glances to the others, then exhales sharply.

"Bring the damn roof down. Places like this never should've been invented anyway. Mankind doesn't need missiles that need their own giant facilities. This whole place is a waste of space...."

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie nods a bit and moves to head on up and out. He will take a path around the area trying to see if there is any trace of anyone watching the goings on here.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
Tabitha reaches out and there's a very big sadness. "I can, feel them my. clones. Oh god I have sisters, just me shaped meat. There's no mind grown. None of the shit I went through, they haven't had all their switches flipped to so things like I do yet but there's one thing I can feel." she states.  

Lorna gets a smile that looks like Tabby is about to burst out into tears "We gotta slag this whole place." there's a step back and a turn so she can start powering up a bomb with one hand in front of her it grows to the size of a hatchback car. "We'll have about thirty second once I'm done. Not just me. Mes. I'm like making them boom too. Should do enough to hit anything power generaty if they aren't being tested for it. It might set off the Alex clones after, but being crushed should take care of them more than the heat and stuff.

There's a glow in her eyes as the sphere of BOOM changes colour from yellow to the blue range, more power just being funneled in till she's done and she almost falls back on her ass exhausted.

Looking back with a wobbly stance, "Tick... Tick..."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
And what they're leaving here is a taunt. A mock from him to them. A place fought and cleared over and left as just, perhaps, as a spectacle. Something to -remind- them that he was always there. Watching. He always had been.

One by one the speakers and thier messages stop. As the X-Men get ready to blow htis place and go home.

There are, thankfully, no signs of anyone as Sam goes ou tand the team gets ready to evacuate of anyone else there present. Anyone that qualifies as a live, that is.

And Tabitha goes to give thsoe selves of her that were never intended to be awoken, just to sit in vats for someone else's playtime and games a passing the likes of which they might look down on in total glee.