Home Plot: Day 2

[verynaughtymutant]

The Askani were a warrior people, their armed rebellion was in many ways the thing that defined them, that marked the clan from outsiders. And so when an Askani camp was attacked, all of its members joined in the defense because all of it's members knew how to fight.

In this case, nobody was quite sure who the attackers were, whether it was the Chaos Bringer or forces from the Cannanite government but they were warriors, they knew how to fight no matter the enemy.

There had been a bombardment, first, bombs and shells falling onto the camouflaged camp and then attack from several directions, by flying vehicles and soldiers suited up in combat exoskeletons. And nearly every man and woman in the Askani camp was trying to repel them.

The anti missile auto-systems were in full flow, shooting down the shells and everywhere there was hand to hand battle and gun fire. Here a robot man was dispatched with a psimeter, there a giant mutate who looked practically reptilian was shocked by an electrical bolt tearing through her skin. To the north a towering black man was commanding an artillery barrage that was driving off the attackers, while to the south two askani priestesses, Aliya and Hope, were leading another force in hand to hand.

But of the two leaders of the fight, Cable and Stryfe, the Askanisson and the Chaos Bringer, there was no sign at all.

Comments

[starchilde_lost]

When all was said and done, Rachel did what she always did. Went where she was needed and didn't bother to be subtle about it. When one of the anti-missile systems went down, she was there, bouncing shells back where they came from, forcing others down where they wouldn't hurt anyone. When a group of wounded came under fire, she shielded them until they were able to retreat. She used her telepathy to find and stop enemies from sneaking in behind holes in the line.

Nathan said that they were shadows, illusions, but Rachel disagreed. This might not be the world they were familiar with, the one that he came from. It might be just a pocket dimension, but these were real people with real thoughts. She felt responsible for them in a way, these were people that lived in a world that she helped shape and she wouldn't leave them to fight alone. So she fought, and made sure she was seen fighting.

After all, the bigger and brighter she was, she better she could draw off the bigger guns. Maybe even the biggest one at all - the man (or mutant) behind the curtain. Checking in with Nathan, Rachel headed off to the next problem, still keeping an "ear" open for the next.

[spirited_hero]

Normally, Zell would gather some fighters and charge deep into the fray. Not this time. Having refused any mindlinks, Zell still wasn't able to communicate with any of the Askani. Also, Zell did not want to attract another mindlink. Not after what had happened last time.

But none of that stopped Zell from doing a spectacular job of defending the encampment. With his junctions up, Zell's attacks were incredibly strong, even without considering the fire magic laced into every punch and kick. Aggressors went flying from him, and most did not get up. Those that did were quickly finished off.

[butterflyfactor]

Layla was not big on babysitting, in general. Kids had never been her thing. Possibly it was a holdover from the orphanage, but she generally didn't care for children. It was like she'd ever gotten to be one, herself.

Yet somehow, she found herself carrying a child. Cable's child, as it happened, keeping him wrapped up in both arms and resting against her shoulder. There was a lot of confusion and explosions, and the girl who'd been watching the little bundle had been knocked unconscious- Layla hoped.

She would rather pass him off to his father or mother but both were MIA and anyway, she was trying to keep out of the way of the people with actual powers fighting.

Even if none of it was real, the soft, warm weight against her chest that kept making little hiccuping noises felt real enough.

"There, there, little Cable baby," she mumbled, ducking under the flap of a tent and head for the thicker cover of the woods.

[awomanscornd]

Madelyne isn't a fighter. She tries to make herself useful in other ways, but in a melee like this, soldiers and warriors and mutants on all sides, she's hopelessly out of her element. But things move fast in a siege, apparently, and she winds up with neither the time, opportunity, or even really the inclination to run off and find somewhere to cower for the duration. Instead, she somehow ends up in the thick of it before she's even entirely sure what's going on.

"Okay, can I at least get a gun or something?"

She's not a fighter. But she is a survivor.

[blonderussianspy]

It was goddamn madness, though Natalya had been in worse. The attack, while certainly unwelcome, wasn't the truly problematic part. The problem was, where the hell was Cable?

She'd armed herself and fallen into step. Even if she couldn't speak the language, she could sure as hell point and shoot. It let her cut a swath to Cable's tent, anyway.

Natalya shoved roughly into it and stalked over to his seated form, looking harried and frankly pissed.

"What the hell are you doing?"