15084/Advanced Ariel Defense Class

Advanced Ariel Defense Class
Date of Scene:	05 June 2023
Location:	SR-77 Blackbird
Synopsis:	Scott takes some less experienced mutants up into the blackbird to work on defensive maneuvers.
Cast of Characters:	Scott Summers, Monet St. Croix, Samuel Guthrie, Franklin Richards, Tabitha Smith

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Scott Summers has posed:
    Class today starts at roughly 50,000 feet. Everyone is wearing specialty gear with tighter than normal pants, pads, and harnesses, but at the moment, the restrictions are to be seated, indicated by the little light above the seats.

    Scott sits in the pilot seat, getting the jet up to the cruising altitude for the class before he leans forward, flips the auto-pilot switch and gives the co-pilot a nod and some whispered words before he undoes his harness and stands to face the class.

    "Good afternoon students." He holds up his hand to silence anyone from saying 'they aren't students'. "This is not a flying class, nor is this advanced maneuvers class." Scott continues, and steps between the seats that the class is seated in. "This is on how you, and those aboard this jet can defend it from any attacks."

    "Now the blackbird, the original, or this one, are NOT equiped with offensive measures, though they do have simple enough electronic counter measures as well as a suite of flairs. Simple enough, but no guarantee. Nor can we rely on the superior speed of our jet to keep us alive any longer as missiles and other super powered individuals are capable of entering our airspace, so we will do what only we can."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would nod over at Scott, "Understood, Mister Summers. I do have a question." She would point over at an item over on the console. "I don't understand what that is for." A large red button marked ALL THE MISSILES. "I know that you just said the Blackbird has some offensive capabilities but I was unaware of it having an extended loadout."

Whether or not it was an actual upgrade carried at times, it was a sign that someone on the team was an anime fan and had way too much time on their hands.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie waits quietly wondering if he will be called upon to be what is attacking the blackbird. The young man does move his goggles from around his neck to up on his forehead where he can slide them on easier.

Franklin Richards has posed:
Franklin sits at the back, as he was here to deliver cookies, and see if Dr. McCoy needed any asistance, but was again mistaken as a student. he sighs, and needs to learn how to say no as he is now flying way over who knows where in a class. On his shoulder is a black crow though it looks normal size the crows's hat, though reduced in size to fit the proportion of his raven form, remains an iconic symbol of his identity. Franklin sits quietly listening to the explination to see what they wanted him to do, and smiles as he quite enjoys outings as it reminds him of his family trips.

He looks at Monet when they talk, and doesn't answer anything, though nods to Sam as it wasn't the first time they had seen each other. In his chair he starts to strech what he can as he was sure something was coming up, and it was always good to strech if you had the time so you were loose for what came next.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
The tighter than normal clothes kind of gets Tabby giggling. Mainly because she has tighter clothes yet for her day to day,. So she mostly just added some extra harnesses with lots of those jiggling clunky carabeens to her uniform and swapped her normal shade for some very stylish yellow tinted goggles. The hair even gets pulled up into a braided bun. Mostly so it doesn't bap anyone else in the face beside herself.

"So this is totally gonna just be dangling the energy wielders like me out the ass of the plane and just how to hit a target at supersonic speeds? Fricking awesome!" she beams. She hasn't been a student for a long time but she's done tricks like this back when she was. Those Dominators got a really good fireworks show way back when.

Scott Summers has posed:
    Scott reaches out towards Monet to slap the woman's wrist, but thinks better of it, though he does question who put that sticker there, and who thinks they're the funny guy. Scott mumbles Kurt and Bobby's name under his breath, but resumes his lesson. "Monet, why would there be a missle launch button in the rear section of the jet?" He asks, hoping she'll understand the logical fallacy there.

    A look to Sam and Scott shakes his head before getting that evil grin he can when he does something slightly dastardly. "Sam, do you mind being today's first volunteer?" With that, Scott reaches up to unlock the harness for Sam, and helps him out of the chair. "Our first challenge should be -"

    The front of the cockpit begins to flash red and an eerie drone sound begins to chime before a monotone voice says repeatedly, "Missle Lock. Evade. Missile Lock. Evade." etc etc.

    "Sounds like someone's found us while we're at mach 3." Scott leads Sam to the hatch at the back that opens upwards or downwards. "Your choice Sam, how would you defend this jet? Can you do it?"

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would glance over at Scott, "I don't know, Mister Summers. I thought that you might. And given everything we've experienced, seeing someone put a multiple rocket launcher into the rear of the jet's booster would be far fro the strangest.." She's cut off over as Scott whacks at her hand and goes silent over and then the Blackbird goes to dive over as countermeasures kick in! She goes to quickly take stock of things.
    Reviewing her knowledge of aerial combat, and going to take a -very- quick cheat over the fact that they're not allowed to use powers.. On the Blackbird. It doesn't stop her from scanning minds to get to one of the nearby military bases to find an engineer to do a quick download of the way jets tend to spoof missiles. At least, if there is one nearby . Then again, they're being shot at and someone would have to be giving the system authorization to fire sos he may get lucky!
    She goes to brace herself and gets ready - Scott had said it was Sam's reply, so that would give her some more time to calculate the variables for how the Blackbird could maneuver, the speed of the approaching missiles, trajectory.. And blast radius of said missiles.

Franklin Richards has posed:
Finally the crow on Franklin's shoulder speaks. "Can I talk now.. this isn't really public." and Franklin looks at him with a frown. Franklin responds looking away for a moment he says in a lower voice as the bird is right there, "Yes, but lowly... what do you want?" the bird doesn't speak for a moment before it says. "Well... I am afraid of heights." though Franklin just sighs, "Quiet now, we are getting to an example we must do well on our task when our turn comes up." he explains to the bird.

Then he is quiet again as he watches Sam, and their reaction. He knew what he would do, but conisdered it, and what they did to see if they matched. He was just sitting quietly for now observing others with a small smile. He was happy just watching others, and learning from their responses what the different options were.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie smiles and will nod his head a bit and he falls back out of the jet once they are near the backdoor of it. Sam's way of dealing with missiles firing at the blackbird is rather Direct. He will put himself between the blackbird and the missiles, his blastfield protecting him from the explosions as he flies through the missiles, and looks around for others, or for who is firing them at them.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
"Like that old Kubrik movie 'Doctor Strangelove'. Bombs, not missiles." Tabitha ponders and while she doesn't have the hat does do a pretty good cowgirl whooping about as if she was riding the nuke down.

The sounds of the lock and the whole missile coming at them thing gets a grin. "Gotta say, wonder who we're pissing off just for a live fire exercise. Cause really. I could moon them if you really wanna get their hackles raised boss." Boom-Boom states while she's grabbing one of the cable lines and attaching it to her harness. last time she hand Rogue holding on to her so she could work. Though she was also lacking control of her blasts as far as aim goes. Just throwing.

Now she can do a lot more.

Sam's method gets a grin. "Don't bust all a them up Sam! Save us a few!" she states before she whoops and cheers the man on as he jumps out to get his Nigh Invulnerable on.

Scott Summers has posed:
    Scott steps back as Sam jumps out of the supersonic jet and grins softly, turning his head back forwards to the rest of the class and the co-pilot, Scott nods. Scott begins to explain what happened, and what he believes Sam's thought process to have been. "Using his powers, Sam has intercepted the missile as a barrier between himself and the explosion should protect him, but also the jet and those aboard it. This particular method is a bit more suicidal for most if not all of us that aren't Sam." Scott says loud enough to be heard over the hatch.

    Moments after his lesson wraps the sound of the missile hitting Sam and exploding catches up to the jet but briefly as the high speeds tend to outrun most shockwaves. A nod to the co-pilot and the jet will slow down enough for Sam to catch up easily and climb back into the hatch after Scott would have commed to cancel any search for the offending firing site. "We're already wasting tons of their money for our lesson today. No need to put salt in the wound." A hand clasps on Sam's shoulder before he looks to Tabby and Franklin, who he recognizes as NOT a student, but still someone he's going to test, even if just to see what their folks do when they learned he pointed Franklin at the path of a high speed intercept missile.

    Looking to Tabby, Scott frowns, "We are not out here looking to start an international incident, merely waste the resources of some mutant hating countries." He gives with a knowing smile.

    The warnings stopped long before Sam got in the plane, but they start again almost as if on cue while Scott points at Franklin to stand up. "Mister Richards, if you wouldn't mind." He says with a hand gesturing Franklin to, "Show us how it's done by someone from the big city."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would go to call along calmly, "Mister Richards, please also encase the Blackbird in a telekinetic shield to act as a backup in case Samuel misses something, please?" SHe would inquire politely while going to work on setting up a group meld. This was trickier than usual - mostly due to reaction times. If the Blackbird could hit Mach 2.5 easily and even a Warsaw Pact era SAM system could easily hit Mach 7 or 8, projection was based around thousandths of a second. When a missile could detonate and cover several hundred cubic meters, one had to have quite a wide margin of error.
    She goes to brace herself, ready to act as a high level data tarnsfer device. This wasn't something she could just information dump on the rest. She had to prioritize things to the margin where they could act on them.

Franklin Richards has posed:
Franklin sits, watching and puts a hand to the crow who hops on. It asks, "Your not going to use me are you?" which Franklin laughs setting the bird gently down as he gets up and just listens to the beeping as the missles get closer. He slowly walks to the back letting the missles get closer. He wanted to see them, as they hardly ever get a chance to handle missle like this. He peers out, then looks over at Scott, "Humm... I know I have it somewhere." and looks through his pockets.

He drops out a sling shot, a fez, and finally finds it with a smile, and pulls out a snow globe that seems empty.

He puts the snow globe down, the missle now getting much closer as Franklin puts his hands out as his eyes glow blue, and infront of the missle a hole tears open which it then flies in disapearing.

No explosion, no missle just gone as Franklin looks over at SCott. "That work?" he asks as he picks up the snow globe, and looks inside at a small flying missle and smiles. "I can make a flare too if that helps." And tosses a super heated ball of energy out that would of been more heat to distract the missle, but they were gone already. It would go out before it hit the gound so no real damage.

Franklin just smiles at Scott hoping that he did alright as he really did like tests and tried his best. It was just the nerdy side of him wanting to excell!

Tabitha Smith has posed:
The others are either flying the plane, putting the Blackbird at it's paces at speed. Or they can fly. Tabitha can't despite her attempts. Which is likely why she's tethering herself. It's a long way back and even if she can survive the fall. It's probably that diplomatic incident.

"So no mooning but we can totally trench their lawns?" she back to Cyclops. She clearly has the humor of the situation in mind. "It is pretty awesome having an ass that can start wars though." she adds. This earns some hip wiggling but it soon passes while she watches Franklin take his turn. Tabby does claim the fez and puts it on her head.

She wears it way better than the Shadow King ever did. "We should all go go-karting some day." she ponders and grins.

Scott Summers has posed:
    Scott puts a hand on Franklin's shoulder, subtle motions of encouragement and empowerment of the younger generation can go a long way. Or so he was told. "That was creative and ... for having a back up plan, I'll give you bonus points." Scott says before he's already being approached by Tabby without having called her out and she's wearing the flight suit required of the SR Pilots, but now an extra harness.

    Scott would slap his face, but he's trying to encourage them to do their best. "Tabitha, focus. You do realize you're planning on hanging out of the back of a super sonic jet and trying to throw explosions at a metal tub roughly 7 feet long and with only one objective in it's life and that's to blow itself up close enough to kill not only you, but everything in and around this jet?" Scott asks, making sure Tabby understands when again the alarms start going off.

    "Missile Lock. Evade. Missile Lock. Evade."

    Scott looks forwards to that sound and then back to Tabby. "You get one shot at this." Trying to emphasise the gravity of the situation to Tabitha.

    

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet St. Croix would go to speak calmly, sharing information through the group link <<The detonative range will cover at least eighty meters, likely more depending on the angle. Evasion will be of litlte use. If the Blackbird goes at hypersonic speed, it will have a higher probability of escaping>> Of course, that leaves Tabby dangling over the side of a plane while they go to speeds normally used for escaping orbit.
    She's just strapping herself down to a seat, even as she goes to brace herself.. And tries to scan in the distance to see if she has any luck picking up the location of the battery's gunners.

Franklin Richards has posed:
Franklin picks up the sling-shot, and heads back to his seat he nods to Tabitha. He looks about to talk to her before a small black bird hops up between them. It eyes Tabitha, and says "Who are you to talk to boss.... Huuuh!" and looks at her with one eye then the other. Franklin reaches down, Franklin puts everything in his pockets, and grabs the bird by the neck picking it up despite its claims of offense at Tabitha. "Be quiet these are friends." he tells it, and sure enough it quiets down but stares at Tabitha. "Sure Keep the hat. It is actually from space, won it in a gambling." Franklin explains, and gives her a grin so she doesn't know if he is lieing or not. "If we do we should invite Val, my sister, she really likes driving fast no-matter what it is." and chuckles. before sitting down again. It looks like his pockets are empty, but he just smiles and relaxes in the seat.

"Thank you Mr. Summers." he explains to his nice comments. It was always nice to be appreciated, and no he didn't kiss up he just was super polite... it was a thing. But he quieted down when Tabitha's turn came up, he smiled at her.. "Tap into the power of the Fez." and gives her a thumbs up as in she's got this!

Tabitha Smith has posed:
There is a gravity to this. She screws up, they're walking home. Or at least walking till they get cell reception and call for a teleport.

"Oh I totally got this!" she states and nods. "I'm gonna need about hundred feet of line so someone gonna have to flick the lock on the winch when I'm done to bring me back in." she states and grins as she looks for the missiles trailing the Blackbird.

Once she has a visible lock she grins to the rest of the class. And then flicks off the winch to let the cord unspool long enough. It's roughly the required length as far as she can see, loosely curled in her arms before being dropped.

"I'll see ya soon. Good day!" she says and starts running. The fez falls off as well.

"I SAID GOOD DAY! WOOOOOOOOOO!" she yells once she's jumping out of the back of the blackbird. Or more accurately underneath it.

Hopefully the line holds because she has to be careful she doesn't swing wide into the jet wash of the plane's jet exhaust. There end of the line is reached and there's some almost whiplash Over comms there's laughing. Almost maniacal. But visually there's a suddenly large amount of glowing lights. Bombs. she just keeps pumping them out, big as basketball and in a large wide area and trail. Enough that it's almost a clood of them in it's own right.

Detonation doesn't happen till she sees missles fly in amongst them, which is when she flips the thing off with both hands.

BOOM! Her blasts all directed backwards away from the blackbird, and engulfing the missile while their own plane speeds and puts some distance from the explosion.

Over comms they can hear the woman let out what almost sounds like a supersonic squee of high pitched enjoyment.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie did not buckle back in, no he stayed near the back of the plane in case he was needed to retrieve someone. He is pretty sure Scott will make sure no missiles hit them, even if someone was to fail. He is holding on to some webbing or line near there and will grab the Fez when it flies off her head to save it for her or Franklin who ever takes it.

Scott Summers has posed:
    The way Tabitha fully commits to her awful idea of jumping into supersonic winds to be dragged along like a drunk skier gives Scott enough concern that he does make sure he has visual confirmation on the intercept missiles coming up after them. But some how, some way, Tabitha doesn't die from the whiplash, or even pass out from the lack of air, she struggles on like the insane woman she is, all while making self compliments.

    Scott rolls his eyes, thank god for the goggles, but he is impressed that she actually handles the missiles.

    The explosions are from her powers much more so than the missiles, which do activate as the heat from her bombs causes the missiles to behave as if they were flairs and BANG, the air behind the jet lights up brilliantly with dozens of small but potent and quickly receding explosions as the jet tears away from them at near max speed.

    "Monet, reel her in and get yourself ready." Scott says as the jet banks to the right, and the missile warning sounds calm down, for a moment. He moves next to the winch that Monet is ordered to activate, to help drag Tabby back into the jet and he waits for Monet. "Do you have an idea yourself? You're up next and..." Just as he looks over his shoulder, Tabby should be climbing back in, and somewhere below something cause,

    "Missile Lock. Evade. Missile Lock. Evade." And the whole jet once again begins flashing red and red lights.

Samuel Guthrie has posed:
Sam Guthrie watches a Monet stands up moving to the back of the plan. There are a few ways she could solve this, but today she decides on the one that lets her keep her hands clean. She will lock eyes on one of the plans, and within a moment has a mental lock on one of the pilots. With a bit of enforced will she will cause the man to throttle up, and he is heading to intercept the missiles. Just when it looks bad, she has the man eject from the plane, and as the plane leaves him and crashes into the missile, he is buffeted but will be ok. "Incoming and one of the one responsible taken out." She says plainly to Scott, ready to move back to her seat.

Scott Summers has posed:
    Scott watches Monet do her thing and telepathically remove one of the boggies from their tail and with her confidence moving back to her own seat, Scott doesn't bother giving her a grade. He hits a button and the hatch closes fully with a metallic thunk before he nods back to the co-pilot and suddenly the jet lurches forward, pushed to max speed and climbing quickly to the limits of the atmosphere, where the blackbird likes to be.

    "That was some quality thinking and creativity team." He nods firmly, a hand moving up to brace him against the bulkhead of the jet as he facing the four mutants with them. "I'm giving you all an A, or a gold star, or whatever positive reinforcements you want. You earned it." No mention of the missiles they were being shot at and who was chasing them. It's not important. Not in this moment. "Take us back home." Scott orders the co-pilot as he turns away from the group to move back up to his earlier seat, the captain's chair.