2594/Genosha Burns: Mutant Town

Genosha Burns: Mutant Town
Date of Scene:	24 July 2020
Location:	Bushwick <Mutant Town>
Synopsis:	Working together, hero groups work to restore Mutant Town - and weather a sudden attack!
Cast of Characters:	Tony Stark, Claudius Aelecto, Michelangelo, Maxwell Wave, Shuri, Hal Jordan, Dick Grayson, Nadia Pym-van Dyne, Hank Pym, Illyana Rasputina, Samuel Morgan

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Tony Stark has posed:
It feels like an eternity that Mutant Town has stood unoccupied.

And a second eternity since it was found, back on July 10th, by various hero groups to not have been destroyed, but kidnapped by the villain Brainiac!

Heroes have been hard at work to untangle his code and weaponry, to try to restore those that he had stolen: that he had shrunk into small bubbles, and hidden away.

In particular, the Titans have been a strong force of deciphering the code of Brainiac, but they aren't alone by a long shot. The Justice League, the X-Men, the Avengers, and their allies and supporters have all been hard at work to restore the missing community.

And today? Today could be that day.

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Outside of Mutant Town, a shared facility was set up for all of the teams to work in, and to share their progress and high security. Only a few items were actually worked on there: primarily, Tony Stark's relay system. It is a system that will allow the device to be able to be on the ground, and the signal sent into orbit to be redirected properly onto Mutant Town's footprint.

And so it is that now, the massive power booster and supply (worked on primarily by Shuri of Wakanda), integrated with Tony's relay system (assisted by Titans' Cyborg), will meet up with the device reprogrammed by the Titans and Nadia as a group.... and Mutant town may be restored.

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But there are big throngs of people outside, as word spread of what was happening. Protests against the return of the mutants. And mutants themselves not wanting it returned: after all, it was a sort of concentration camp (due to the Mutant relocation acts attempting to force them to live there) to some, isn't it? There's a lot of stress and uncertainty outside of the lab building. And some fights are breaking out.

Claudius Aelecto has posed:
Claudius Aelecto was outside of Mutant Town when it got slammed but it is his home and he has been both grateful and pissed off about it. He appreciates the work of the heroic groups to restore it, but is annoyed at the blaise dismissal of the oppression by the alien on his fellow mutants. He is VERY angry about this and been preparing for a potential reversal for quite some time, most of his caches in the city prepared for ...well, come what may so he could teleport what was required for anyone helping or hurting. Mainly combat, since, at the end of the day, Claudius is a thug, and he knows it.

He has moved through the crowd with ease. He knows this town, and every part of it. He watches in the shadows near the restoration effort, not breaching the barrier but ready and watchign with cameras all around the place feeding into a tablet. If something happens, he will know about it, and he will act....with extreme prejudice.

Michelangelo has posed:
So guess who lives directly UNDERNEATH Mutant Town? Not just in some sort of basement or rumpus room mind you, but literally underneath? That's right - the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles! While there are a lot of... off-putting things about living in the sewers, one good thing is that should any super villain decide to, y'know, warp away the entire city, there is a certain layer of protection. As it stands, the home of the Turtles, a place affectionately dubbed as 'The Lair', survived by the skin of its teeth. Only half a meter more and their sanctuary would have been breached.

Regardless, that's all in the past now. Having survived the warp, the Turtles had gotten by as best they could. Mikey in particular had volunteered to take up pizza runs, so keen was he to just get out of the Lair and get some fresh air. Hell, a lot of his time had been spent at April's place, watching re-runs of Dawson's Creek. As it happens, his current return to the Lair is from one of these binge sessions. "Oh man... this is nuts." The turtle mutters to himself, wearing some sweats and a hoddie (with hood on). Mingling amongst the huge crowd of protestors and gathering, the Turtle bumps and rummages past several citizens, some screaming against mutants in general. Others screaming about the Town getting returned at all.

Maxwell Wave has posed:
If it wasn't for his blue-glowing eyes, Maxwell Wave would look like a normal twenty-something. His idea of a uniform is a black motorcycle suit, which in the grand scheme of things, does pretty well. Through his connections with the X-Men, he caught wind of tonight's operation, and he knew he needed to be a part of it. He'd spent many nights as a vigilante, trying to keep in Bushwick, and he hadn't been able to escape the guilt that came from being incapacitated when Bushwick needed him most.

When he arrives at the facility, he shamelessly drops Hank McCoy's name to gain entry. Once inside the lab, unfamiliar with many of those involved, he calls out at the top of his voice, "I am here to help. I am a mutant with the ability to perceive and manipulate forces. This was and is my home. I have a unique familiarity with Bushwick. I have a frame of reference which includes various applied forces before the area was shrunk. I do not know how your device works, but if it requires calibration, I believe I may be better then any instrument."

After his little speech, he waits to either be thrown out or to be made use of.

Shuri has posed:
For her part, Shuri had worked alongside the Titans to build a device that could indeed boost and channel the power throughout this entire work. A supply that would allow for all of this to work. She was now looking over her work, making sure everything was ready and that all the pieces are in place. She finally nods her head and yet. There appears to be no power coming from the device at all. At least not yet. No, as she finishes her final checks, Shuri walks over to a table that on it has a box the size of a jewelery case. She looks at it and touches it lightly.

"Ok, the final piece is here." She states and nods her head, "I will be carefully placing it into the device." She then carefully picks up the box and lets out a slow breath, "Do not look...directly at this." She looks to anyone nearby and then she says something in an African tongue and a hardlight screen goes over her eyes. She then turns the box toward the device and walks toward it, "Also...stay back, too." SHe nods her head, "This may be...harmful if touched, looked at...dropped...breathed near." She grins, "Thought about..."

Hal Jordan has posed:
Green Lantern is here for multiple reasons. First, many alien cities were saved from Brainiac's ship. He's going to end up responsible for those cities on worlds hundreds of millions of light years away, so he needs to be able to basically duplicate this whole process by himself, later. Second, he's providing some security, creating a green barrier around the machinery that will be used to restore the city to its original form, and the people doing the work. At least a passive barrier like that isn't all that draining till it's tested.

He also analyzes all the work being done, mostly for duplication purposes, though the ring handles that. Hal's brain isn't up to all that science, but Oan technology should handle it just fine.

Dick Grayson has posed:
The Titans are present for this particular mission, though Nightwing is not among the most technically talented of the team, he knows enough of how to provide support for the operation externally. He has taken up a position after informing the other Titans going to work on the science side of things in the lab. The former Robin has his sticks at his side, trying to not look confrontational. The former cop knows enough about crowds, and keeps an eye out for trouble.

Nightwing is surprised at first to see the green wall, though hopefully it is enough for the time being. He takes up his perch to watch for individuals who might find a way around, though he keeps his comm lines open.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
The moment of truth has arrived! After a month of hard SCIENCEing the array has been completed, tested, and is /hopefully/ ready for prime time. Not like one hundred thousand lives depend on it or anything... no pressure.

Nadia arrives on scene at the temporary joint lab Tony has set up at the edge of the Bushwick crater wearing her red and black Wasp armor, though the helmet is off and carried easily in one hand. Nothing is being left to chance today, she has come prepared for anything.

Walking over to the area that has been cleared for the array, she reaches into one of her suit pockets and pulls out a small capsule that looks a lot like the PymTech capsules her father has been known to use for safe storage of miniturized items.

"Stand clear!" she calls out, "I don't want anyone getting smooshed when I bring this back up to size!"

Training one of her suit's gauntlets on the contents of the capsule a condensed magnetically contained beam of Pym Particles shoots forth hitting the contents of the capsule and in the blink of an eye, a spatial and mass manipulation weapons array along with its attendant control computers and cables is occupying about forty feet of the cleared floor of the building.

"Okay, here it is! Let's get this thing hooked up! It's go time!"

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym arrived quietly, as usual, wearing his blood red jump suit and a black tee. His helmet is missing but a home built hands-free set is on his head and several giant ants have formed a perimeter. Yes, the ants are working /with/ the security forces. The scientist adventurer is engrossed in the display of a tablet he brought along, not an electronic device, an honest to Oppenheimer writing tablet, covered with equations and illegible notes.

He moves along engrossed in this work and bumps a stray person here or there offering an apology, "Sorry, father of the genius with the wings. I beg your pardon sir... ma'am!"

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
Mutant Town had its fair share of mutants, those endowed with the X-gene living peacefully like any New Yorkers. Scraping by until stolen to the bottom of a bottle, harvested for the sum of their very parts so reviled in some corners of humanity. Lives now hanging in the balance, the crater where they went about their everyday existence overlooked by an avenging nightmare. Angel is too imprecise, inept a word for anyone who knows what she is, but outward appearances deceive. The shock of gold hair falls against slim shoulders, dark midnight blue t-shirt bisected by a trident. Slouching her way forth from modern Babylon after her stony sleep is vexed, she cants a languid path around the lab.

Illyana Rasputina is imposing only in the cold, unreachable way of a cosmopolitan woman unmoved by what life throws at her, holding out there silently. Work in progress may detect -her- as a fairly impressive energy source, and that's all without doing a single thing. She stands apart from the throngs of protesting people and tired displaced residents, the media peppered among hooligans with a bone to pick. A device in her hand offers invaluable information, the screen dully glowing as she watches a cat video. It doesn't amount for the plethora of layered spells supercharged to a purpose clinging invisibly to her, or that eldritch artifact dreaded across myriad dimensions waiting for its call.

Maybe it won't happen. Maybe today she gets to watch everything boredly and ask Team SCIENCE! when Team MAGIK gets something to do.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    From the first attack on DC to the final plunge of Brainiac's ship, Techno had been in the thick of it without much of a pause. Weeks of training for the raid, less than an hour of actual fighting and using every dirty trick he'd ever learned, followed by weeks of hard mental labor to make sense of the code and the device. Brief interlude to rescue a genius scientist... Who said being a hero was easy work?

    For all that he wouldn't have missed it for the world, and now everything is coming together. Bushwick will live again, despite what all the protestors and detractors outside might think. This will not fail, it cannot. He won't let it.

    For a protector, the town could have done much worse. Ensconced in a reinforced case, Bushwick was ferried to the lab on Techno's bike, under full escort, and guarded by the mutant himself. And today, the mutant is wearing full power armor. Yes, he'd been expecting trouble, which is why Bear is not with him today.

    In the lab, the case is opened and the sides dismantled, Bushwick vulnerable for the first time since it was rescued off the alien's ship. It's accompanied by another small carry case that Techno puts down on a table and then promptly doesn't discuss, aside from opening it just wide enough to retrieve the solid state drive that contains the source code he'd painstakingly recompiled. "Okay, when we've got everything hooked up, let me know and I'll begin..."

    Which is when he promptly turns and notices the mutant with the blue glowing eyes. He's sympathetic to that... it's probably what prompts his decision, and he beckons the man over. "Consider yourself recruited. Talk to Wasp..." and he indicates Nadia "... and Doctor Pym." indicating the other Pym. "We'll do a round of introductions later."

Tony Stark has posed:
Tony's set to working on the relay itself, and he'll be using Shuri's power core for that as well. "Thought about? Way too late for me, then," Tony teases Shuri as he passes her. "Looks like we have an .... unexpected hitch outside, my scout drones have picked up on something. Think you can carry on here, while I step out a sec?" Tony asks, looking around. "/No/ go-time until I've given the signal, please. As much as I want Mutant Town resizing on my head, or even my friends' heads," Tony smirks. He looks around, attempting to hand over his relay area to Dr. Pym to run. With a sort of distracted 'over there please' waggle of hand.

"Got a minute?" Tony asks Illyana, a upnod suggesting she come with him. "We've got people collecting in the crater on the side near us, laying out there like they're going to save an endangered tree from a new mall. Maybe grab a few volunteers outside, see if you can get them out of there non-violently?"

"Manipulating forces? That sounds safe. Techno: get his name before you take him on," Tony calls teasingly, delegating Maxwell towards Sam Morgan. That's a safer place to stand than by Shuri.

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Outside, two things are going on. There are some fights between mutants and non-mutants, sure, but a group of a dozen people, hand in hand, are marching into Mutant town and starting to lay down in a circle, attempting to block the return of the town! They have signs with them, such as 'NO MORE MUTNT TOWN!' and 'GO DIE IN GENOSHA' and similar sweet commentary.

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A group of mutants have now found their way into the lower lab area (not the secure zone, but adjacent), eagerly wishing to help with their powers: healers, teleporters, various helpers. Claudius should have no problem being brought in as one of the folks on that relief team to help once the city is restored. There's even a few mutants he knows!

Claudius Aelecto has posed:
Claudius Aelecto puts himself near one of the doors, ideally the door between the crowd fighting and the lab work. He wants to see everything because seeing is affecting. He is subtle, since he is obviously a mutant that helps get him in, but he will actively use his power if no one is seeing to move a thing into a thing that needs to be moved. But the majority of his attention is focused on the idiots fighting outside. Its farther away, so he can't move as much but a mutant in need of a plastic riot shield would find one when they need it most. A mutant at a disadvantage in a fight might find a baseball bat appear at their feat but guns in the crowd of the haters would, at random find themselves without ammo. He can't be EVERYWHERE despite the utility of his power, and he can't do everything but he presses himself to the max inside and out, manly out but watching EVERYTHING inside and noting where EVERYTHING is.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym looks up from his tablet then sets it down on a table. Nodding briefly to the other he looks over the relay monitors. No emotion registers on his face as his blue eyes take on a piercing look. No emotions? Nadia gets the briefest of nods and a quick clasp on the shoulder. "Remember the scientist adventurer slogan: Please Lord/Lady, don't let me mess up." He settles in. He notes a couple of the ants have put cops on their backs and smiles briefly.

Michelangelo has posed:
The green bubble created by the international police officer draws Michelangelo's attention, much like it draws the attention of many others. "...cooooooool." It's hard not to fanboy at folks like Green Lantern. Or //any// superhero, really. At least for Mikey. As others rustle past him, bumping him as they go, the ninja turtle 'oofs' a bit before beginning to proceed. "...how am I going to get back to the Lair with all these people..." He wonders aloud. "No way no-one will see me slip under." Then of course, through the corner of his vision, he spots the dozen or so protestors marching out into the crater and laying down.

"Dudes!" He calls out, waving a hand vigorously to try and grab their attention. "Get clear of the crater! When the town comes back, you'll be smooshed like a soda can!" The fact that they are protesting doesn't really come across his mind. That is until he spots the signs. "...oh. Right."

Maxwell Wave has posed:
At first, Maxwell is convinced he's going to be completely ignored. His shoulders slump slightly though his jaw remains fixed with conviction. Getting directed by Stark and then addressed by Samuel draws a sigh of relief. He listens with dedicated attention then nods gazing toward Nadia and Pym, his gaze flaring briefly and illuminating his face.

"I'm not pretending to be anywhere in your league in terms of applied science, but I have very good perception and control of forces within my immediate vicinity. Please just consider me to be another one of your instruments." He states hopefully toward Team Ant.

Hal Jordan has posed:
Green Lantern ponders the protestors...hmmm...no, there's others that can deal with that, there's plenty of non harmful ways around to remove the protestors. He'll just focus on maintaining his barrier. Fortunately, HE Doesn't have to look at Shuri's impossible to look at devices, it's the ring that has to do all the recording. So, he'll excercise some common sense and let the ring do what it does.

"...So many people so much smarter than I am, and I have to copy this on other planets later." His brain's really got its work cut out for it.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "That's good, because this is one of those situations where we can't afford even the slightest variation." Techno informs Maxwell, clapping the man on the shoulder. Granted, he's wearing an armored gauntlet, and his face isn't visible through the helmet that is completely blank except for the three illuminated 'eyes' in an inverted triangle, but he sounds ... relaxed? Informal? Certainly like he's happy to have more mutants here. "And I gave my word I'd put Bushwick back to within one Angstrom. Name's Techno, what does your mother shout at you when you've been caught with your hand in the cookie jar?"

    For a moment he glances in a completely unrelated direction, the armor moving fluidly, as if it's a second skin, but then he returns to his work. "Personally I'm more technologically inclined, and I'm also keeping half an eye on the mutant haters out there who are going to get brained by a city block if they don't clear out." And the ones who might seem desperate enough to break in. He'd deal with them if that became necessary.

Claudius Aelecto has posed:
Claudius Aelecto doesnt quiet get so brazen as sending a few tiny drone into a room full of super scientists but he does move around the room carefully and is very focused on helping them bypass physical barriers when required. Its tough because he doesnt want to be seen doing it but nothing is more important to him. The pattern with the protesters is more complicated and he has a suspicion its going to be a focus of something...fun. He is all fine with that and sends some more baseball bats to mutants dealing with that problem. Then he spots a few more needing sheilds and focus on that. He has to start improvising and sends stop signs, milk crates and plastic trashcan lids.

Shuri has posed:
Taking in a slow breath, Shuri lets it out just as slowly. She looks down at the box and then device and smiles a little. This is the moment of truth. SHe presses a button on the large device and it opens a small compartment and a small clawed device comes out, ready to collect what is in the small jewelry case. The case is made of a vibranium alloy. She closes her eyes a moment, looks around and makes sure no one is staring too directly before she opens the case by sliding away a side of it. The light emitted almost instantly is nearly blinding from an indirect and the noise? The noise is defeanening. It's like the sound of a bonfire that is the size of a building. It's brutally loud and Shuri winces as the claw grabs the marble sized thing carefully. When it is pulled from the case it is like staring into the sun during an Eclipse that is right next to your face. The heat is palpable. Then it is pulled in and sealed and at once, all gone. Shuri lets out a slow breath even as what appears to be a shimmering shield before her fades.

"Well. Now that is done."

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
One of Nadia's hands come up to squeeze her father's hand on her shoulder. For all that she is smiling, Hank's hand can clearly feel the tension in her. This is a lot of pressure but the young Waspette has no intention of buckling. "Thanks, Dad." she gives him a big smile before getting back to work.

"Not go go, just a little go, whatever, let's get it all hooked up." She begins hauling cables with the connectors for Brainiac's technology that she, Cyborg, and Tony sorted out together, dragging them over to begin plugging into Tony's relay while she leaves getting the power couplings hooked up to Shuri.

"Techno, let's start getting the computer control systems online and make sure there's no last minute glitches before we power this thing up. Maybe your new friend can help triple check the power flows and the orbital targeting for Tony's uplink?" She may be tense, but she's also very much in her element surrounded by Science and even if its not button pressing time just yet, it's time to make things happen.

Dick Grayson has posed:
Nightwing watches the trouble break out in the crowd, and calls over comms <<Careful in there, things might get a little hairy out here. Got some shoving going on, but going to observe," Dick pulls out his binoculars and observes carefully, keeping an eye out to see if anything escalates.

Again he goes to comms <<Keep dispersal ready, as if we go in with any effect, it will turn these smoldering embers into a fire and there is definitely prime material out there for that.>>

Claudius Aelecto has posed:
Claudius Aelecto makes mental note of the supremely interesting small technologically interesting fiddly bits and the unfortuantely too large Brainiac device as he starts to get....annoyed at the idiots in the crater. Subtle is still called for but at this point he finds a nice fire ant mount and begins to deposit them in the clothing of the idiots, sprinkling them arond the crowd but its a slow but highly useful stream. There are a lot of ants to find and he retasks his cameras to finding more mounds in the park so he can scoop them up and put them where they belong.

Inside racists clothing.

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
The faint smirk from Illyana is enough to indicate her awareness, and she trails after Tony rather like a pallid golden ghost in darker clothes. That conquering stride emanates a sort of confidence fit to get her in fights or clear a path, the ground-eating pace keeping up with him. "Da," she answers, lifting her shoulder in a careless sort of eloquence. "Round up friends, invite everyone to all-you-can-eat breadsticks and salad." Someone has been introduced to the American glory that is Olive Garden. From the barrens of the Russian Far East, unlimited breadsticks sounds vaguely like an infernal trap or a celestial blessing.

It doesn't take her long to get back outside. Nothing about her speaks mutant or harmful, so when she goes sliding out, it's to find willing candidates for the Great Crater Emptying. Hooking her fingers into the pocket of her dark jeans, she saunters into the midst of those vaguely familiar souls. Choices are made: a mix of youth and seniority, size and friendly faces. "I need you to come make sure these people are safe," she gestures to the protesters trying to crawl down into the crater. "They want to speak. They could get themselves hurt. Stupid place to lie down, but we give them a nice spot to complain. Even if they would never let you, be better, da?" So forth go a few helpful volunteers to encourage the would-be protesters to lie themselves down in sight of the media -- see, newscasters! Cameras! Mobile phone footage for whatever cause they have. Should they resist, well, there's an easy answer to that, an invisible tendril of force summoned to her hands with an invocation of a word in a language dead a millennium.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym unconsciously adapts a very... villainous pose, hands behind his back as he watches the young people work. . o 0 (God, was I every this young?) They know their jobs. His comments are minimal. He doesn't know the alien technology very well. His contributions were Pym fission and a power reduction. The relay is elegant, simple, like most works of genius but Tony's head is already big enough. "Ms. Shuri, impressive work, but I'm reading a disconnect on coupling 22-A. Can you get eyeballs on it or would you like me to..." he holds his hand out vertically, palm down and moves it downward quickly accompanying it with a whistle.

Maxwell Wave has posed:
Maxwell smiles in Techno's direction and nods, "Ah.. let's try to get that to the nearest picometer. Couple of extra zeros of precision can't hurt when you are trying to restore a town, right?"

He snorts, disarmed a bit by Techno informality despite his armored appearance. "Max."

He glances toward Nadia and leaps into action without much prompting. He's had enough exposure to advance technology in Hank McCoy's lab to be comfortable with the equipment. He assesses the geo-spatial targeting coordinates for the orbital relay. Pursing his lips, he makes a few minor adjustments based on his unique frame of reference. He verbalizes his calculations so the other scientists and engineers can validate his logic.

To validate power flow, he stares for a long time. His senses hone in until he perceives the mass and forces applied at the atomic level. Not detecting any excess heat or other physical signs in less the optimal conditions, he offers a thumbs up and continues observing for anomalies.

Claudius Aelecto has posed:
Claudius Aelecto looks around, a bit incredulous at the large brick like weight that is about to fall on a few of the technicians as connections are tightened and he quietly stops what he is doing outside and moves it safely to the ground when he sees no one looking and resumes his activies with the idiots.

Tony Stark has posed:
All it takes outside is one mutant with a powerful ability: one powerful weapon in the hands of someone that got pushed to the ground. The mutant found a baseball bat that Claudius provided, and... is now lit on fire. A literal fire, not so much the one Dick maybe meant. A fire indeed. And then some. A huge inferno of fire lances skyward from the mutant in the middle of the moving protest, and there's suddenly a lot of screaming and burn victims as the fire jets, out of control, skyward in a sweep against the front of Green Lantern's shield.

A few other mutants rush to back him up - like every bar brawl ever - met with the police trying to keep things peaceful and a rush of human, frightened demonstrators.

The protestors in the park and drawing them back has mixed results. Some are happy to come to be interviewed by the news people, even if they are getting up. Others hang onto the rubble and wail about being repressed.

--

Inside the lab, Tony looks out the windows at the fire and everything else. He turns back to the group as a whole. He projects his voice: helps to have access to all the comms in the building. "All right, get ready to fire this off, guys. I'll see if I can get some attention outside and calm this down. I'll yell when it's clear for Big Red Button Pushing. We all know what we're doing, and this will happen today." Tony's charismatic and confident. Often it bleeds into his teams. "Let's do this," Tony says broadly to the room, WHILE stepping backwards into his incoming Iron Man armor, as it all uncurls in pieces attached by a flurry of little bots, to affix around him, and he fires out of the lab area towards the exterior.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Moments after the power core has been installed, Techno looks over towards Shuri, his eye lenses changing color to a bright green, and his tone even more lighthearted than usual. "You weren't kidding about not looking at it, weren't you?"

    But then it's to business, and so he installs himself at a console (almost literally, those that know him), keeping Bushwick and his other case close by. "Okay, these aren't standard I/O couplers, I'm going to have to do a few last minute adjustments to the operating code, Wasp." And over his shoulder, to Maxwell. "Look, Max, government work okay? I was going for one Planck, but you try getting containment beams that fine. Besides, aside from you and me, who's going to know the difference?"

    The SSD is mated to the tablet he brought... the selfsame Stark brand tablet they were all given during the brief, and that's how he's recompiling the code. At no point is he physically letting the code device come into contact with the computer systems or the relays. Gatekeeping, Chinese Walls... you can't hack what's not there.

    <<Copied. I'm equipped for trouble in here. If anyone makes it this far, they're not making it further.>> And even while he's coding, Techno finally opens the second case fully, revealing the reinforced large-frame pistol he'd been working on for a while, surrounded by five loaded magazines. Given that he's a Titan, it's guaranteed those are less lethal loadings, but the meaning his clear... he's the last line of defense.

Shuri has posed:
Looking toward the rabble outside, Shuri shakes her head, "Why are people so stupid about things?" She sighs and shakes her head before she looks back to Tony and gives him a nod, "Sure, we'll be ready." She then blinks at Hank's comment and looks to where he is indicating. She would have to go into quite a bit of area to get to it so when he makes his motion and whistles, she stares a moment, "Is that how you ask if I want you to shrink down and fix it?" She stares for a long moment, "Yes. Go small and fix it. Maybe just use your words next time." She then looks briefly to Nadia with an arched eyebrow before looking back to a screen on the side of the machine, checking read outs as the power source is beginning to power the thing, preparing for the big show.

Dick Grayson has posed:
Nightwing sees the fire lance upward and calls out over the comms <<All right, we got fire out there, likely burn victims. Inform all hospitals in emergency distance.>> He snarls and calls out "Find out how we can contain that bat, Green Lantern, you got anything?>> There is not a lot he can do from his perch, but command and control is probably the only thing he is suited for at the moment, <<And find out who in the blazes is making things rough out there. Last thing we need is someone to kicks this hornet nest more.>>

Michelangelo has posed:
"I can do it!" The mutant ninja turtle with the hoodie on waves over to Illyana as she summons the necessary folks to empty the protestors from the crater. Looking at the Russian-born mutant with a semi-curious expression, he soon beams widely and flicks a green thumb-up. "Trust me. I've watched the Negotiator heaps. I got all of Kevin Spacey's lines memorised."

The attack on the green bubble is enough to cause the turtle to wince. "...woah." Mikey can feel the heat of the flames as they lash against the Lantern's shield, before he starts to take action. Unlike Raph he doesn't have the anger in his blood to really yell at these folks. Unlike Leo he didn't have the authoritative tone to really assert himself. And unlike Donnie he doesn't have the intelligence to outwit anyone. But he does have charisma, and it's that string he pulls on when he approaches the folks laying down. "Guys, guys, guys," He starts, hands raised. "You can totally lay down. I get it, I'm tired too. But let's all lay down somewhere else, huh? Somewhere not so important?" It's a terrible start by him, but unbeknownst to him is Illyana's magic perhaps making him far more convincing than normal. For all Michelangelo knows though? He's just damned good at being THE NEGOTIATOR. "Yeah, that's right! Let's all lay down somewhere else! Maybe we can grab a slice of pepperoni, too!"

Hal Jordan has posed:
Green Lantern's shield is plenty up to the task of deflecting some fire. It's only a few hundred degrees against a guy whose job description sometimes includes flying around stars. Dealing with the heat AND the gravity at the same time is no fun.

What concerns him more, however, is all the civilians being lit on fire. Well, that got his attention. Green Fire Extinguishers appear, and start trying to put fires out. Except for those protestors who somehow figured out he would be here and wore yellow clothes. They're...still on fire, as his extinguishers can't help them at all. "...People keep forgetting there's a downside to wearing yellow. I'm not gonna be able to help them from here."

But the bat, he CAN do something about, and since it isn't yellow, he simply puts a green bubble around it. The flames are contained, for now. Hopefully that mutant doesn't get the bright idea of wrapping the bat in yellow. "It's contained for now."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "People hate what they don't understand." Techno replies to Shuri, and his tone is getting a bit less friendly, a bit of an edge creeping in. "And most mutants barely understand themselves, so you see why some people are so scared of them. Ignorance, hatred, bigotry, it's been a thread to history from the moment the first caveman brained another one with a large rock. The only difference is that mutants aren't cavemen, except the cavemen now have better rocks." For a second his eye lenses flash red, but then settle back on green.

    "That's why Bushwick is coming back, tonight. Because anything else would be giving in to hatred."

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym gives Shuri a nod and shrinks to a few inches. He darts around a couple of huge feet, finds the plug labeled 22-a and puts his back into it. "I'm the first Ant-Man. I ungh /shrink/ not an obscure visual reference. Ugh... I'm fixing some wires while I'm here and bundling them." The plug finally goes in with a click. Yeah if they need to do a quick fix, better the cables are laid out more orderly. They'd want to have 35-g on top for one thing.

"Use my words. What'd you think I was suggesting? Making a panini?" he yells in a squeaky voice.

Shuri has posed:
A blink at Hank's words and then she shakes her head, "You whistled and put your hand down. Maybe you were hoping a doggy would come along." She rolls her eyes and nods at the readings she is getting, "Looks like everything is fixed." She nods her head.

Tony Stark has posed:
"I'd like a panini, Hank," Tony calls back over his shoulder - and through all the comms.

Tony's helping. Mostly by going outside and being a big obvious Avenger for the humans to look at and be distracted by. "There's a lot of fire. And that's me saying it," Tony comments, but begins to enter the area of fighting, to assist where he can.

"As soon as those people are out of the crater site, we should do this. You're ready, Shuri? Techno? Nadia? Chime in please."

Maxwell Wave has posed:
Maxwell seems to be growing more comfortable by the minute. He raises an eyebrow at Techno. "Hey watch it. I consider myself a physicist, but my day job is civil engineering. I guess one Angstrom is close enough. Long as we are reconnecting pipes with less than a two point seventy five Angstrom gap. I would like to have running water when I move back into my apartment."

He gazes toward his console and then back to the relay itself. Since Nadia requested he review the power flow and orbital targeting. He offers her a thumbs up from his station.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Nadia flashes a thumbs up to Techno and Maxwell at their reports on the status of things, while Shuri is favored with a small shrug. Dads right?

When Tony calls for them to get to Big Red Button readiness, she pulls on her helmet and makes a final check that all the connections are in place and secure before joining Techno at one of the computer consoles. She may not be a Cyberpath herself but she can still help cut down his workload as her fingers fly across the keys. "We're nearly ready Tony!"

Claudius Aelecto has posed:
Claudius Aelecto realizes that, as insanely lucky as he got with the bat, he's doing too much in too many different places to be truly effective. He looks at the pad in his hand and focuses on the feed from the cameras, and continues with the fire ants. Its subtle. They're easy to move and ...frankly these idiots deserve it. As tempting as terminal velocity pennies from a hundred feed above them would be its not SUBTLE...he needs them out of the crater, and this will help.

In theory.

Dick Grayson has posed:
<<Good work, Green Lantern,>> Nightwing calls out over comms and then patches into the local NYPC precinct, <<This is Nightwing calling in. I know we have a situation out here, but please be kind, things are pretty sensitive right now, but we may need you to step in and start calming things down, but no water cannons or the like, yet. Looks like most of the fire is under control.>> With luck, they will listen and carry out the plan.

After this, Nightwing goes to a perch where he can try to project his voice with an item on his belt, "Everyone, please be calm." He takes this opportunity to also take a look out to identify individuals who might be the main issues and will try and strategize how to neutralize them without making the problem worse.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Ground work has been done by the City. If the pipes are off, won't be any fault of ours but some good old-fashion New York plumbing." Techno is back to his wisecracking self, or at least the wisecracking self that he employs around people when he's wearing the full armor suit. He hands the tablet over to Nadia with a few very specific function calls he would like her to set up, while he moves over and starts the final process...

    Moving Bushwick into position for the array.

    With exaggerated care, his armored form slowly lifts the case containing the city block and moves it over to the spot on the array that he has irreverently dubbed the 'out tray', but is in fact a highly sophisticated scanning and matter conversion chamber. All the dampers in his suit are locked at their finest setting, so that he doesn't jolt the buildings and the people, using laser ranging to set the bottle /exactly/ in position, and stepping back only after triple checking the alignment, the power feeds, and his own source code. But not stepping far... he stays near the bottle now that it's out and vulnerable, the vigilant, armor clad, mutant sentinel to safeguard the lives of all within.

    <<Techno to Stark. Package loaded, all systems nominal. Go for restoration.>>

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
Illyana would share Shuri's sentiment if she could hear it. Instead, she cannot, and must deal with the sudden conflagration searing its way into the sky. She upnods Michelangelo in passing, focused on the flames. Tilting her head back, her cool eyes reflect that flame, irises fading so pale they make a Siberian winter look like the bastard offspring of Bladerunner meets K-Pop music video. <<Bloody fool.>> Two Russian words might be caught on any commlink she's patched into, but she breaks into an implacable lope to the brawl breaking out and the torrent of fire.

"Keep them back! Let me give you some breathing space, but I have the burned!" she calls to the Green Lantern and Nightwing, gesturing sharply to the masses of people otherwise spreading out from around them. The ringing, authoritative tones of her voice don't sync up with an apparent late teen wandering around Bushwick. An incandescent blade flashes from aether, clasped in her hand, and in that moment she's clothed in silver armour over midnight black attire.

It's strange on a night of impossibilities.

There may be no reason for silver-blue fire to blossom at cardinal points around the laboratory, revealing briefly landscapes not found on Earth: brass towers in soaring elegance, waterfalls raging around a crystal platform floating in the air, a massive cliffside with a cluster of five figures standing hooded and silently waiting. Another six portals all show the same place, a brilliant sunset in surreal shades without sign of terrestrial formations at all where flying figures soar straight through the portal and land in a kneeling position on the ground. Soon the others follow, manifesting in the space of heartbeats, the perforations in space-time winking out in the space of a breath. There aren't one or two, but a multitude of robed figures largely of humanoid size, spaced out in a circle to intercept anyone or anything trying to break through to reach the lab or the crowd. "Protect them. Do no harm except to defend them at the risk of your existence ending," she tells the nearest grouping. Anyone fool enough to make a rush for it will find out the inhuman strength and resolve of their unspeaking opponents.

As the children of Limbo answer their queen's summons, she crosses space in a stepping disk of her own. The point of that sword stays down at her side as she is straight the ongoing brawl between mutants and demonstrates, caring not for flame or ant. "We were having such a nice evening. Oh well. Who feels like having a fair fight?"

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym's squeaky voice chimes in, "No this is the sound for a doggy," a chorus of kissy noises, tongue clicks and short whistles follow. Hank resizes and goes over to a comm panel and says, "You want to open a private channel, Tony? I'll tell you where to find a panini and instruct you in its usage." He barely keeps from cracking up. "Now stop making me laugh. My reputation as an all knowing scientist and outright ***** is 0n the line here."

He looks at his writing tablet again and points a reference to the magnetic beam divergence to Nadia.

Maxwell Wave has posed:
Techno gets a little bit of assistance from Maxwell in making sure he's not causing the equivalent of Earthquakes in the tiny city. With a brief flare of his gaze, he carefully moderates the forces influenced on the case. He erects a field which only allows the effect of normal earth-like gravity. Any external forces are dampened to negligibility.

With things heating up outside, Maxwell focuses entirely on this task. He doesn't allow the slightest tremor of a footfall jostle the case nor a gust of air from the HVAC system. Every ounce of willpower he has is focused on making sure Techno's precise placing isn't disturbed, for the sake of his neighbors, and for the sake of his favorite diner.

Tony Stark has posed:
Outside, there was a circle of protestors in the park. Some of them were pulled by the news to tell their stories. Others were not convinced.

Still others are staring at Mikey. One is now trying to beat him away with her sign. "Get. Away. From. Margot!" yells the lady, as her friend screams. Mutant turtles are scary.

And now there's ants. Four of them run away, due to the ants, and others are choosing to not stare down the demons. That leaves Mikey, Margot, and sign-girl in the crator danger area.

--

"Can you move your dates to another location, pretty please?" Tony's amplified voice goes to Mikey and the two women, one of which who stops to gawk up at IRON MAN.
--

At the riot, there's a clash of different people, but the resources here were ready, and with Dick's guidance, are getting things under control: at least from spilling into the crator, which is about to be really dangerous.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Fingers fly across the tablet screen and eventually she just kinds up interfacing it straight into her HUD with a cable from her suit.

With timing becoming tight, every second counts. Finally the screen beeps with an all clear as everything seems to be set and the firing controls come online. A view of the planet Earth appears on the monitors hooked up to the array as it patches through Tony's uplink and connects to his orbital platform.

The Earthview magnifies until it is focusing on North America and then magnifies again focusing on New York State, three focuses later the crater and the protestors are visible in striking detail as the final calculations and alignments are made.

"We are ready Tony!" she calls out as the system gives the final green light awaiting the firing command from the console.

Dick Grayson has posed:
<<You got it,>> Nightwing calls out to Magik. <<Also thanks, Iron Man>>. Fortunately things seem to be calming down. At least only a handful remain down there. Dick breathes a sigh of relief and regrets not bringing a water bottle. Summer jobs, always the worst on the coast. It is still odd to him seeing tihs particular combination of heroes, but it works. So Nightwing will take what he can get at this point.

Michelangelo has posed:
"Ah! Ouch! Hey, that hurts!" Oof. Ouch. Getting beaten by a sign is no joke! Especially when it comes from an angry protestor. "I'm not here to hurt Margot, dude! I love Margot! I'm just trying to help Margot!" That may've come across a bit strange, but he's reaching for every string he's got. A quick assessment reveals that the trio are now on their own, but the realisation that IRON MAN is hovering there, with his boosters engaged, earns a hardcore jaw drop. Geeking out at the sight, Michelangelo just bows. Over. And over. And over. Splinter's teachings have gotten through to him after all. "Yes, Sir, Mister Iron Man Sir! I'll do whatever you say! I-think-you're-the-best-and-I-love-your-moustache-I-think-its-great-and-once-I-tried-to-grow-one-but-I-failed-and-Raph-stole-my-soda-and..." WHACK! The turtle is hit with the sign once more, causing him to rub the back of his head.

"Alright ladies, time to split." Grabbing the mechanised skateboard that is slung across his back, Michelangelo deftly grabs each protestor. One is tucked under his right arm, while the other is thrown over his left shoulder. The skateboard is clearly modified, and unlike Tony's level of tech, it looks very... low-level street tech. Kicking a lever after jumping on the board, two miniature jet engines spring to life, catapulting the trio up the incline of the crater at great speeds. "...this is gonna be SO LIT...! WOOOOOO!" Hurtling up and OFF the top of the lip of the crater, Mikey and his two passengers have so much speed and lift that they jump a good couple of dozen feet, before landing solidly as the jet engines power down.

"Hurhurhur," Mikey chortles, unable to hide the amusement at such a thrill, before placing the ladies down. "Wana go again, Margot?"

Tony Stark has posed:
"Okay, the report from down here is that it's 'so lit'," Tony translates back into his comm, while he does one circling pass over the crater, and then returns with a flare of golden jet trails back towards the lab.

"We're clear. Fire when ready."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    With a *bleep*, the fire command on the console unlocks, courtesy of the technopath standing a few feet away. He'd do it himself, probably wants to do it himself, but duty prevents it. Duty, and constant monitoring and alteration of the code to keep the system up and running... and aligned, thanks to Max's insights. One Planck might not be possible but one Picometer? They might just do it.

    "All yours, Wasp."

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
When Tony's voice rings through loud and clear all there is left for Nadia to do is press the button before her and she does so. *Beep* goes the button and everything whirs to life as vast quantities of power are drawn from the generator into the array and a brilliant scintillating energy beam blasts across the space between the array and the relay before being shot up into space where Tony's orbital platoform is ready to receive it.

"We are 'GO' Tony!" she puts extra emphasis on the word for him after his previous insistence they were not in fact go yet.

Claudius Aelecto has posed:
Claudius Aelecto waits, vaguely hoping to do something to help Genosha but the Brainiac...thing...Resizatator? Is too large for his power. As it is, he enjoys the first hand view of Science! and...actually enjoys this. But he keeps his eyes open for ANYTHING that hurts his tiny tiny friends or is a threat to their restoration.

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
The Court of Silent Retributions keeps that perimeter, for nothing like having some additional support when trying to work. The demons of Limbo to a one look entirely human unless seen up close, and they do not advance from the places they have set themselves without provocation. A gentle push back or simply pinning the arms of a protester shoving too hard to get past is an object lesson. No one has sought to set them on fire, so far, so it's all good. They otherwise let the fleeing demonstrators pass, and it's curious some who choose to run due to little insects.

Illyana might be slightly less frightening than an actual turtle, but she has far less compassion than Michelangelo the painter or the turtle would. He has the last two to remove, and that gives her leeway to focus elsewhere. With Iron Man in the air, she turns to the injured from the blast of fire and quickly examines their wounds, using a careful incantation of telekinetic force to float the worst injured over the heads of the crowd to the flashing scarlet lights marking the nearest ambulance. All with the sword in hand, a good reminder that the physician very often has to cut and slice as part of their treatment. "You and you, carry this man over to any medical teams. He won't be able to use that arm. Let's get that woman up." A few brusque instructions pass her lips, halted all of a sudden. Her head tilts and she turns to the direction of another minor perforation in space, scanning the pinpoint incisions letting out... ants? Horrendously painful ants. A silvery portal swallows her in a step.

Shuri has posed:
A look out the window at the things that are happening outside and Shuri puts her hands behind her back. She shakes her head as she watches and then hears the results as things are finally cleared out. She looks to Nadia and nods to her as well. She already was involved in her part and smiles a little before saying, "Americans are really stupid sometime. Lets finish this."

Tony Stark has posed:
The machines pull power with a massive pulse and surge, as the alien tech that everyone has been so concerned about comes not just online, but to life. The whole of the lab vibrates with the pulse, and the tech crew will need to leap to stop it from exploding and detonating the whole of the lab. It seems Brainiac's tech is /entirely unsafe/, and there are factors no one could have predicted.

It is still activated, though: it's just a matter of 'does the lab melt' at this point. Not a matter of 'does it work'.

It's working.

The machine flares into the bubbled city with a beam, the relay coming online with a hum, and suddenly, everything is blinding, as the city partially seems to rupture, and then reappears, FULL SCALE, in the crator!

Everything stops outside while the crowd takes in the wild sight.

The lab is starting to shake apart, though.

And from the shaking, people are starting to appear in the lab: mutants of various sizes, as more than one teleporter, located outside, begins to throw mutants up into the lab, through a wide green gateway. Maybe there to help?

Claudius Aelecto has posed:
Claudius Aelecto recognizes the mutants in question and realizes the time to act is now. A smarter voice in his brain says that what he SHOULD do immediately is grab the super advanced tech he CAN grab here and teleport it to safety and text a message to the brotherhood. He ignores this voice though and acts like the thug he is and teleports ants into the nearest Scientist! he can.

This would be Hank Pym...and probably not a good idea.

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym has seen one too many lab results like this. He start hustling people to the door. "Go! Run! Fly! Whatever! We all know what's gonna happen! Young people move it!" He's deliberately going slow and as he gets near the projector starts pulling cables to do a manual shut down. That's about when he sees... strangers. The Hell? Hallucination. He continues to tug at cables. "Gorram mutherfracking offworld Kree secondhand crap tech!" He grabs in his pocket and pulls a gas mask out and places it on and notices the people again. "GET AWAY!" This is exactly like the movies where the mad scientist dies as his device explodes and it isn't even his device. So unfair. Are the klids out of course not.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    It's beautiful, it's like a symphony being played by the best orchestra of the ages, conducted by a brilliant... Wait. What's... No. Nonononono!

    A few moments before the cascade begins, Techno is trying to deal with it, rushing for the tablet with his code and ending up nearly body slamming a mutant that has appeared out of nowhere. Which is not something that is supposed to happen.

    He was supposed to be the last line of defense...

    Reaching for the second case, Techno arms himself and whirls around, drawing a bead on the nearest unfriendly mutant and letting loose a shot. The projectile comes half apart as it leaves the barrel, revealing itself to be a miniature taser with enough punch to take down most human targets.

    <<Lab breached! Say again, lab breached! Hostiles inside the perimeter, uncontrolled energetic event in progress.>>

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
The small rip in space sufficient to support transporting the invasive fire ants across the lab ends up webbed with silver radiance, none of which toasts any of the aforementioned insect friends. Out steps Magik, streaming nebulous flames wreathing her arms and channeled down the glistening iridescent armour she wears. The Soulsword is too hot to easily see other than its pitch-black hilt and the forked Vs bracketing the luminous blade. Illyana sweeps the point of the mystic relic straight at Claudius' chest, judging the direction close enough to not quite touch, but certainly make it count. "Give me a short explanation why you are stirring up a riot while everyone here is trying to save human and mutant lives."

The cold, unmoving timbre of her voice is probably worse than screaming at him. It's the soft-spoken judgment of a Hell Lord. "If you want to watch it burn, we can both stay here until the lab melts down. Your choice."

Hal Jordan has posed:
"Somebody fix that thing," says Green Lantern. He could contain the damage of an explosion, but all the people of Genosha...and frankly, the alien cities that are HIS responsibility, would be pretty upset with that. But, fixing a machine is for the geniuses to do, and he won't be able to help with that unless someone wants a green toolbox.

But then there's a lot of unfriendlies lurking around. Hmmm. "...If the machine explodes, not all of you are going to survive that. You should probably let the scientists work." But...they don't seem to be in a particularly reasonable mood then. So, the Lantern creates green chains around the strongest looking mutant that isn't wearing yellow. Unfortunately for him, some of them are.

"You're not gonna die Dr. Pym, I'll see to that. But there's a whole country counting on that thing being fixed...and several alien cities too."

The Lantern takes to the air, to get himself out of grabbing range of yellow wearing people.

Dick Grayson has posed:
<<Great,>> Nightwing calls over comms, <<Got the teleporter in sight, going to see if they have an off switch.>> The former acrobat deftly descends from his perch and begins sneaking up, utilzing terrain and the fact that the teleporter is probably more focused on teleporting than a Batling sneaking up.

Once Nightwing is in range, he tosses a flashbang wingding near him, aiming to cause the concenration to break as lights and sound will no doubt disrupt his efforts for the time being.

Michelangelo has posed:
"...yooo." Mikey drawls, as he witnesses Mutant Town just //appear// there as if a magician had pulled aside some mirrors to reveal it. The sight of it is one thing, but the SMELL of it hits him like a nostalgic slap in the face. "It's... it's back... home is back..." The turtle just stares at the encompassing neighbourhood, a slow smile forming across his face. Only when the lab inside the green bubble starts to shake wildly does Michelangelo turn, settling his baby-blue eyed gaze upon it. "Uhhhh," He offers helpfully. "Is that thing meant to look like it's about to go loco?" The people fleeing from the lab would indicate that it's not normal.

"Everyone get clear!" He hollers out loud, waving arms. "It's going to explode! Get away!" Even assuming that the shield can hold such an explosion, it's good for people to vacate.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
And just like that everything is chaos, "Who? What? I SWEAR IF ONE OF YOU BREAKS ANYTHING!! Ahhhh" Nadia almost falls over before her wings appear and she is floating in the air, "What are you doing, this is very delicate machinery! Get out of here! Oh my god we need to stabilize this before this entire place crumbles."

<<We have a situation in here!>> she shouts into the comms flustered by the suddenly spiraling out of control situation.

Claudius Aelecto has posed:
Claudius Aelecto blinks in surprise at Illyana. It is easy to forget, when one goes from a two bit nobody mutant who can teleport a bowling ball around.....to his magnificent and resplentant power...that there are ALWAYS bigger fish. Still, he is subtle despite being a thug so for a moment he is simply shocked.

Its only a moment though. The smarter voice in his head tells him that he should reason with Illyana, and that while she might not AGREE ...maybe she will understand. The thug in him wants to fight though but ...he's terrified. He doesnt know what she can do, he doesnt know if he can win and for t he first time in his life he realizes his passion for mutant rights has put him...in a room with the most powerufl people in the world.

"To save Mutants." She is a mutant, she deserves and answer but rather than fight her, he begins grabbing the tech that CAN be moved, not brainiacs device, not the minitature sun but anything small and less than 20 pounds and teleports it to a cache the Brotherhood can find later on. This is not about him. Its about Genosha.

Tony Stark has posed:
Outside, the green portal was being held open, at least until Dick Grayson distracted the portal-maker. A mutant was halfway through going into a portal when that happened, and the result is... gross, when the portal shuts on him. There's a crowd there that were all ready to go inside, and there's mass confusion at the flash-bang, and being unable to go assist their allies inside the lab.

Inside, one of the mutants unleashes darkness, drenching the place in unnatural black. "It is issssss heerrrrrrrrre!" Hisses a snake-like mutant near the device, starting to gape her snake-jaws open. Eating it is SOME kind of plan.

"Stop, it's exploding!" Scolds the darkness mutant at her, and they bicker about it and the 'plan' going to shit. It wasn't supposed to be exploding!

--

Outside, Iron Man pitches in to assist Dick with the group there, with multiple shots from range, staying overhead. "We've cut off their support out here; what are they trying to accomplish in there?" Tony asks into the comms, baffled.

Shuri has posed:
A nod as she sees everything set right before she blinks as things begin to rumble and people begin to eappear, "Oh no. No no no." Shuri shakes her head and is with Nadia on this one. She has wings, too. Actually. They appear in much the same way Nadia's do, though hers are more mechanical seeming and bird like. She takes off into the air and looks around, "Yes, get someone in here fast. That power source is..." She looks at the device they used and she taps quickly on her visor before pulling up a hardlight projection from her wrist. She starts typing fast, "Oh no. No no." She begins typing faster, "The energy core! It is destablizing. Where is the Green Lantern?!" She taps her ear piece and adds to Nadia's words.

<<We need Green Lantern in her fast. We need the power core contained!>>

Dick Grayson has posed:
Nightwing winces as the man dies and he sighs. It is something that will probably bother him for a bit, but for now he is on a mission, and calls out, <<Blasted heck, not sure what they were planning, but we need to probably figure out who is behind this because it is awfully organized.>>

When Iron Man arrives to help the first Robin salutes with an escrima stick while assisting in convincing people that they probably should not interfere with the project.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    When the lights go out, Techno drops to one knee runs a quick check on his suit. Nope... the cameras are still fine, his tech hasn't failed. He can feel the screaming of the array nearby, can sense... hah.

    Darkness is only a problem for those who need eyes to sense their target. And Techno had been trained by the best. He doesn't need to see. His senses are capable of perceiving beyond the visible spectrum.

    Shots ring out again, aimed for the spots that stand out brightly in his mind... phones, comms gear... anything not belonging to his team, the muzzle flashes providing brief stabs of illumination. For all his training and marksmanship, his attention is mostly focused on the array, clamping down on it to prevent it from turning in a full blown runaway meltdown situation.

    "I'm trying... to hold it... "

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
"Do you know what a concentration camp is?" Short, crisp words are shot at Claudius as Illyana takes half a step forward, the Soulsword still held perfectly firmly at his chest. "A gulag? Now imagine what happens when you put mutants in there." The girl doesn't even snap her wrist out, a portal prepared to drown out his. "They are fighting because you put weapons in frightened hands. You turned mutants into a threat. Saving them isn't making them targets to kill. Stop being selfish. Help save the core or get out and stop stealing what isn't yours."

Claudius Aelecto has posed:
Claudius Aelecto looks at Illyana. He is not a killer, not really. He will never, EVER EVER forgive the United States for creating that gulag and he does know exactly what he did. He does not agree with her but the Ox is in the Mire and he grunts. He looks around, carefully, and tries to figure out how, if at all, he can help. Remarkably....he can...a little. He begins teleporting parts that block the regular flow of the machine away. He is not, in any way, a scientist but he has a nack for it and his power is immediately put to reducing the building pressure in the auxiliary systems. He doesnt TOUCH brainaics device or the...sun...(he still cant believe how much that weighed when he 'touched' it) but he does some good.

Sort of.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
"Okay you ALL need to STOP before I start PUNTING YOU INTO THE MICROVERSE WITHOUT A RESPIRATOR!" She learned that one from Janet, Nadia is pissed. Her hands ball into fist as her normally cheery happy optimistic is replaced by one of sheer anger.

"I mean it, do not make me break you!" There is a look in her eyes, a look Hank has never seen from her before, nobody here has but Hank would certainly recognize as a manic phase anger mood swing.

The first mutant to come near her consoles is greeted with a brutal open handed strike catching them just under the chin, followed by a sharp kick to the knee and a sound that probably means they will require reconstructive surgery. The normally sweet sixteen year old girl is /not/ messing around.

Hal Jordan has posed:
Green Lantern is there! <<I can contain it, I can't fix it...That's a thing you smarter types have to do.>>

The Lantern puts a green bubble sround the core...and that'll contain it alright. Even radiation can be blocked by the Lantern's shield. But...there's still the problem of the thing exploding. <<If thing becomes too big a threat to life, I'll have to take it to space or something. I'd really rather avoid that...>>

Shuri has posed:
The chaos is really annoying Shuri and while she can see through the darkness thanks to her visor, it isn't a perfect solution. However, when she hears Hal arrive, she hears what he has to say and shakes her head and points, <<If need be, we can build another one. We can't build another New York City! Take it to space, now!>> She states and gestures upward before nodding to Hal.

Tony Stark has posed:
"Please tell me we're not shooting next to the Brainiac device," Tony asks into the comm, giving a 'look' sideways to Dick Grayson near him. Tony has a helmet on, but it's probable that Dick can 'feel' the weight of that look. Oh, man.

--

Screams and movement inside, in the darkness, happen. The unnatural veil of the dark lifts back some, as the lights and devices flash, as the mutant that created the dark was injured by one of Sam's shots, and can't hold onto the darkness.

The device is starting to sizzle: something shot it, probably, or maybe the snake mutant fell across it. It needs to be kill-switched SOON. It starts to charge up a second blast into the relay.

"I'm going to aim the relay away from Mutant town now. For Safety reasons," Tony says into the comms, as he corrals a super-strong mutant outside.

Dick Grayson has posed:
When gunfire reaches Dick's ears he grimaces and then when Tony's question hits he grumbles and knows that look. It's /that/ look. Dick does not like the look. "I do not know, but I am going to find out." Nightwing goes to comms, <<What the heck is going on in there? Who is shooting? Do we have casualties?>>

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym looks at the floor and seems shocked for a moment as flames and feet take a toll. He continues shutting systems down, trying to give the Green Lantern enough time to get away with the miniature sun. The stream of red ants quickly begin climbing his pant leg and making for a pocket. <<Hurry little friends, hurry!>> As the Green Lantern arrives to lend a ring he finally can look up at the motley band who crashed his 'command'. He pulls the gas mask off, face twisted with contempt and says, "Get. Out. Now." And like that he has his hand on a horse sized red ant. "Get. Out. Now. I have seventeen more like her in my pocket and my regular guys are coming back fast. Leave now or so help me God, I will be kicked out of the Avengers and jailed!!"

Hal Jordan has posed:
Green Lantern sighs. He'd hoped they'd come up with a proper fix for this. But...that's not happening. Looking fairly resigned, and shaking his head. "Alright. I was really hoping to avoid this."

But, the decision's been made...so he green bubbles the battery, and...a giant green drill appears overhead, and bores right through the ceiling. Once there's open sky above the Lantern, well...what remains of the Lantern to be seen is a streak of green going up, up, and out of the atmosphere. He won't be able to help with the mutants anymore, but...the lives of everyone have to be preserved.

Once up in space...well, every pair of eyes that happens to be looking up at the time can see that explosion. And the only reason they couldn't hear it is sound doesn't carry in space. It's like a second sun in the sky for about 10 seconds or so, before it dies down.

And the Lantern had to tank that explosion. No way of telling if he's okay up there...

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
Fire, feet, angry Nadia add to the chaos in the dark. "We aren't done," Illyana replies with a sharp, certain tone at Claudius, wheeling away as the Soulsword swiftly descends in an arc to point towards the floor. Ducking away from the machinery means most certainly involves being fleet-footed and careful, hopping over any cables and using the radiance shed by the blade to avoid any unwanted collisions. "Doctor!" The call to Hank is direct with the kind of tone to announce herself rather than threaten him. "I do not know how close you want to cut this, but I can be your lift out of here. No lovely steed, but the view is supernaturally beautiful." A deadpan joke in her seared Russian accent might sound like a threat, but she's already leveled several of those. "Tell me when you wish to go and what to take."

Then her task simply becomes that of patience and accordingly to remove any objects as indicated, since one has to trust generally in the wisdom of Team Science. "Legal or not."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    <<Affirm on the gunfire. We're being overrun. Device is melting down. Cannot fix while overrun. Standby.>>

    It's getting a bit desperate. For all his attempts, Techno can't get the array to power down, and backs up Shuri's decision with a resigned nod. They can try this again, later, with a different power source. Dammit, he was hoping to save Genosha too, now that's been set back for weeks, if not months.

    Eventually he runs dry and drops the pistol, standing in one motion and kicking the legs out from under a mutant that still doesn't seem to understand that the gig is up.

    <<Update, energetic event has been redirected. Mopping up infiltrators.>>

Claudius Aelecto has posed:
Claudius agrees to disagree and takes that moment to get the HECK out of there. Without Illyana standing right there, he will immediately zork any bullet or projectile aimed at a mutant brotherhood member somewhere out over the ocean but job one right now is to get away, very very fast.

He....might also snark one or two shiny Tech things to give the brotherhood if the opportunity presents itself.

Run away!

Tony Stark has posed:
With the power supply that is overloading removed, the device powers down with a loud sizzle. Sounds like burning ...snake. The snake lady is laying on the device. ....She is okay, though; she sheds her skin (in a gross mass all over the side of the device, melting into it), and dodges a little, trying to make for the exit -- meaning, one of Claudius's portals. Another member of the brotherhood, a frost mutant with bright blue hair, gets a similar idea, trying to grab a tech tablet on his way out.

"Fools! it's not just YOUR device! We NEED it!"

Dick Grayson has posed:
<<Why in blazes are we using guns when there are delicate machinery and potential collateral damage to be had in there?>> Dick calls out over comms, <<Cease fire, resort to non-lethal melee options. I don't care how well trained anyone is in there, the last thing we need is entropy coming into play and all Hell breaking loose from a stray bullet or ricochet.>> Nightwing's tone is about as serious as it's going to get, he turns to Tony, "Think we need to get in there to clean things up? Or are things too dicey out here? If we're going in, I'll probably need a lift to get there quickly." When Sam's second comms call comes through he says, <<Next time, don't. Use. Guns.>>

Illyana Rasputina has posed:
Here mutant, mutant, mutant. That safe little portal that springs open has a beautiful stretch of grass on the other side, surrounded by a run of dark bushes with creamy white flowers in bloom. There must be a wall beyond that, offering a glimpse into a pretty posh park likely on the Upper East Side somewhere. No one will ever look for stolen Brainiac tech there... It's sprung as an escape route for the mutants running hell for leather to salvation.

Well, at least one of those terms will be right.

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
The blend of martial arts Nadia learned in the Red Room is beautiful in its efficiency, beautiful and terrifying. There is no wasted motion as she moves from one 'opponent' to the next laying them out on the floor with relative ease, and she is anything but nice about. A groin kick here, a jab to the temple there, a phoenix-eye straight to the solar, followed by another crunching knee sweep, science girl seems to have defaulted back to some earlier lessons.

"Why are you doing this?! Stop making me hurt you! ARRRRGH I CAN'T FIX ANYTHING LIKE THIS JUST STOP!!!" It's not rational anger, it's manic anger, very dangerous manic anger. Right now she just wants to fix the array and all these people keep stopping her and then the array itself is taken away "GODDAMIT!!!"

Hank Pym has posed:
Hank Pym finally realizes what Nadia is doing and saying, Nice job ass. Letting your daughter go Yellowjacket. "No," he says. "No. This is not who you are... who we are." He reaches a hand to her, then the other. "Come back to me... you aren't this. Come back because I'm about to get in your way and you will have to break me too." He steps closer, slowly. He barely notices his hands have a number of burns on them from the cables he'd pulled. His vision blurs a little from smoke probably. "Come back, please and don't go there again. You're with dad."

Claudius Aelecto has posed:
Claudius Aelecto . o O "Maybe if we hadnt exploded the lab, they would have shared it with everyone...." "Shut up you!" The voice of reason in his head is annoying. If the frost haired mutant doenst get the tablet, Claudius DOES grab it and unlike any other mutants in the room he uses the DOOR and doesnt have time to warn the other brotherhood members re portal to....he shudders and runs at top speed for the warrens of the restored mutant town.

Shuri has posed:
Shuri, for her part, is doing the thing that she typically does. Watching, scanning, recording, and thinking. She stares down at the scene as she scans everything that is being taken, as it is being taken. There's too much chaos. Too many people for her to stop them all but not too many for her to scan everything that is taken. You can run but you can't hide. Her mentality is to log every object taken, log its scan...and log the person who took it. Some will get away today. Tomorrow? Well, her brother isn't the only hunter...

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    Stealing the source code? Not on Sam's watch. He's nobody's fool, and wipes the tablet the moment someone makes a grab for it. This code, this technology, was not falling into someone else's hands.

    Abruptly he tunes out the comms, needing no distractions as he's dealing with mutants hand to hand... and hand to elbow, hand to knee, hand to any extremity you'd care to name. His style isn't terribly different from Nadia's, but there's no anger there, no shouting, no emotion... just cold, clinical violence meted out on those who fail to get away.

Tony Stark has posed:
There's a lot of chaos in this lab!

On the upside, most of the mutants are down (shot or kicked, or punched, or Nadia'd), or have now run into Illyana's portal, having thought it was a friendly portal. It's dark, and they're in total disarray. "We'll be back!" Yells the snake mutant, before ducking into Magik's portal. Maybe not as soon as she expects.

The device is still smoking, with the damage taken, but does seem to at least be in one piece.

--

Outside, the last of the group are contained by Iron man and Nightwing. "Any word from Green Lantern?" Tony asks into the communicators. "Looks stable from what I can see in there. Let's salvage what we can, but keep your heads up, everyone: Mutant Town is restored, and emergency crews are entering to help the people. We did it."

Nadia Pym-van Dyne has posed:
Getting close to a whirling dervish of martial mayhem is not the safest thing Nadia's father has done but then again the man has done a lot of unsafe things over the years. At first she hauls back like she might hit him as well like another attacker and she very /nearly/ does. It is a testament to her control of her movements that she is able to stop her fist scant milimeters from her father's face and it trembles there. There are tears in the corners of her eyes, "It's their fault! I just want to fix it..." The raised fist winds up placed gently on her father's shoulder, followed by her head and she's crying into his shoulder, the fight going out of her. Sometimes it is easy to forget she is only sixteen, and probably inherited a few things from her father that he wishes she hadn't.