1494/A Sinister Plot: A Design Most Dire

A Sinister Plot: A Design Most Dire
Date of Scene:	03 May 2020
Location:	Mission Center
Synopsis:	The X-men know the culprit... but an interruption in their planning...
Cast of Characters:	Tim Drake, Alex Summers, Lorna Dane, Jean Grey, Scott Summers

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Tim Drake has posed:
Mission Control. Xavier's.

Jean and Scott's little brother, Alex, had been out looking into Hank and Emma's disappearances. Lorna has been monitoring the comms. Really. Mostly.

Scott's been scotting it up, which mostly means making plans for all the potential possibilities, as well as trying to put together what he knows to determine who, what, when, why, and how.

Piotr's team has been mostly silent, though they've checked on more than a couple of the kidnapping sites. The Shi'ar computers have noted a massive number of mobile queries from that team regarding first, green haired female mutants, and then, a ton of pulls on Vertigo, followed by data pulls on the rest of the Marauders.

Though... they are still barely checking in. And when they do, it's terse and brief.

Alex Summers has posed:
    The door slides open, as Alex comes striding it, his eyes a bit sunken from lack of sleep , though there's an intensity in him that seems to be driving him to push through it. In his right hand is a familiar looking choker, that usually would be gracing the neck of one Emma Frost. Not to mention cloaking her from detection and a few other minor things like, you know, the tracking device one could usually find her with.

    He'll have to get that app. Later. When she's back.

    "Allie and I found the cab Emma was in. Parked in a garage. The cabbie was still in it, dead, look like he was flash fried or something. Emma's phone was there and toast, her purse, her luggages...and this choker. Nothing else we could find."

    From the way his free hand tightens into a fist, this is not pleasing to the younger Summers. "Have you found anything else?"

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna glanced up from the tablet she was still typing away on as Alex entered. She was trying her best to balance Genosha's needs with the fact that several close friends were now missing. All made more complicated by the fact that she was supposed to be on comm duty.. but that had been sporadic at best and not particularly useful for the green haired woman.

She wore a simple pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt. A sure sign that she'd been burning the midnight oil when it came to the search. Even if that meant staying home and with a few curious eyes passing her way.

"I haven't gotten anything new on the comms. I went to speak to Wanda and the Avengers. They have no reports of mutants missing. Nor did they know about it. We ran a search on Hank's membership card--fun fact, Tony is as paranoid as Scott is and has trackers in those, but it only turned up a garage location. We don't have anything on my end." She sighed, unhappy, and irritated. She wasn't okay with sitting still and not doing anything. She clicked the tablet off and tucked it away.

"Investigations are not my strong point. I'm more of the wreck shit person. So I feel you there Alex."

Jean Grey has posed:
    Jean has been frantically searching the past few days, working on her own to try and figure out what happened to Hank McCoy, since he's one of the original First Class. She always felt a closeness to him, after all, so she did her investigation to try and figure out what happened.

    And she did get some ideas. And she is //not// happy, walking in with a determined look, "I think we might have a chance to do some wrecking soon, Lorna." Apparently she did find something, as...

    Well, look, normally Jean is the mellow one. The peacekeeper, really. But right now, the look in her eyes?

    Whoever did this, might want to consider moving someplace safe. Like, say, the Negative Zone.

Scott Summers has posed:
Scott is no genius, but he has his moments, because he is very organized and spends a good deal of his time trying to figure out what the X-Men enemies are doing and how to foil their plans.

Enough clues too. Green haired woman. Super-powered minions. Teleportation. Knowing too much about the X-Men. Knowing about mutants that supposedly have managed to keep their mutancy a secret. It could perhaps still be the Shadow King. Or even Dr. Doom.

But when Alex comes in, he sighs and lets the holographic table to speak for himself. Large man, pale, red eyes, a diamond thing on his brow, stupid-looking ribbons cape. "I think I know the kidnapper. Ironically, we had a brief incident with him just a few weeks ago. Although perhaps it wasn't him but a dupe."

Powers known: Super-human strength. Shapeshifting. Telepathy. Energy projection. Yes, he has everything all covered. Abilities: lets just say the list is dreadful long, but it draws the attention he has teleporting technology, and vast knowledge on genetics.

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex lets out a curse. Oh yes. He recognizes him. Different outfit...but the eyes, the face...yeah. He's familiar. "Sinister." he grates out, walking over. "I thought he had a hate on or whatever for you and me bro. Why would he grab all these others? Emma? She's not even part of your team...most people don't even know she's a mutant."

    He tucks the choker away in a pocket as he talks, folding his arms over his chest. "And I'm guessing this asshat's tech or whatever is why your Cerebro thing can't find any of them? And that he knows how to keep mutants from using their powers and stuff?"

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna made a face immediately as Scott spoke, her arms crossing as she gripped the tablet in half a curled fist and tried to not fry it very, very carefully. "Sinister has a hard on for mutant DNA, particularly anything powerful. Emma is a powerful telepath Alex, and like it or not, I suspect her association with us put her in Sinister's crosshairs." She exhaled roughly and she struggled to not pace as she shifted her weight on her heels.

"If it //is// him, that answers a lot of questions.. Why use a powered team. How he was able to snatch people. The connections.. all of it. It fits." She shook her head, and reached up to pinch the bridge of her nose.

"And it makes everything so much worse at the same time."

Jean Grey has posed:
    Jean nods, and telekinetically drops the things she found of Hank's on the briefing table, "It //was// Sinister. The Marauders kidnapped Hank. I was able to pull video of the fight in question."

    She glances over at Alex, "He's interested in the mutant genome first and foremost, and if he could figure a way to reverse-engineer Cerebro, which I wouldn't put past that maniac..." She sighs, "He might have a way to block it, too. In which case, we're going to need something more."

Tim Drake has posed:
On all X-Men and Academy X Comms, the automated Shi'ar tech warning system announces:<|>WARNING: UNAUTHORIZED TELEPORTATION INTO PROTECTED ZONES. UNAUTHORIZED TELEPORTATION, INCOMING. LOCATION: FRONT LAWN. WARNING: UNAUTHORIZED TELEPORTATION INTO PROTECTED ZONES. UNAUTHORIZED TELEPORTATION, INCOMING. LOCATION: FRONT LAWN.<|>

Scott Summers has posed:
"Sinister must have his own mutant-detection technology," explains Scott. "He has a number of mutants in his employ, killers. He knew about the Morlocks, and he killed hundreds of them, we still don't know why."

The Morlock Massacre was a bad time. Scott had never seen so many X-Men badly injured. What happened to the Morlocks pales in comparison with Genosha, but back then it was horrifying. "And it is not just us. He also seems obsessed with Jean. Maybe he also thinks Emma is special enough. He is insane and..."

The alarms! The underground complex is shielded of some kinds of teleportation by Shi'ar incomprehensive tech, but the front lawn... well, that is outside the range of the defenses, but not of the space-fold detectors. "Computer, track down point of origin!" Shouts Scott, rushing towards the door and turbolift outside.

The tracking is a long shot. Would work only on known technologies. But Shi'ar's technology keeps surprising him.

Alex Summers has posed:
    Alex jerks at the alert, looking around startled for a moment as his hands drop to his side. "Teleportation? This better not be another time traveling niece or nephew..." he mutters, but turns to run out of the room, following Scott for the moment.

Tim Drake has posed:
<|>Tracking... tracking...<|> The computer pops up a map, a dot spinning all around it as it narrows down the incoming. After a few moments... <|>Exact location unknown.<|> However, there is a large grid of area that glows-- somewhere in this huge chunk further upstate, but nothing specific.