Guardians -Welcome to the Wild Wild West

[Gideon]

OUCH!

You never knew your body could ache so much in so many different places.

You also didn't know how much you could hate somebody. Caldwell has been up and down your back all week. It doesn't matter what you do. You are wrong.

Team training sessions have had you as a group killed about half of the time. To date Lucy(Karma) still won't let Kevin touch her, Mason functions as a rogue and has gotten the team killed in 4 different scenarios, and Sandra can barely hit the side of a barn. On the upside Chris isn't leaving the group in his dust anymore, the Kevin/Brandon shoot each other and heal tactic has been perfected, and your combat skills are getting better.

The worst part is, it's only wednesday.



As the group of you sullenly eat your breakfast around the lunch room table a blaring ringing sound goes off and the lights begin to flash red.

"GAURDIANS, REPORT TO THE COMMAND CENTER, NOW!"

 

[Mimic]

"Please let this be the end of the world. I don't know if I can take any more of this training." He says sighing as the alarms start going off but none the less he quickly finishes eating and heads towards the command center

 

[Calinon]

"This is just like boot camp, only way easier this time," she says, immediately getting up and leaving her food. Unlike many of the others, she doesn't mind the military training.

"Come on, folks. Now means now; not once you're done eatin'! Move!" she says, trying to do a passable immitation of Caldwell, but with a grin none the less. She doesn't wait for a response, but sprints from the mess hall, and towards the command center.

 

[Keia]

Phoenix [Brandon Laine] HP: 4/4, 0S / 0L Armor +8

Brandon reflected on the last few days . . . he was bone tired, but had maintained control over the fires within . . . at least most of the time. He could almost hold a drink and it remain cold for a few seconds so that he could drink it. On the plus side, his food from the mess was never cold - - dried out maybe, but never cold. He was shaken from his thoughts by . . .

"Come on, folks. Now means now; not once you're done eatin'! Move!"

"Yes, ma'am," Brandon said, almost automatically. He grabbed the almost certainly dry brownie from his tray before following, stuffing it in his mouth before heading down the corridor after the others.

 

[tyrlaan]

"Please let this be the end of the world. I don't know if I can take any more of this training."

"Yeah, this is grueling." Kevin rolls a shoulder while he talks, like he is working out some of the pain and stress of training.

"This is just like boot camp, only way easier this time,"

Kevin promptly stands straight and stifles his complaints, even though it is obvious that he struggles to do so.

"Yup, let's get going."

 

[Gideon]

The Guardians burst into the command center to find the image of 5 rock creatures standing silently inside some state institution building. The picture is replaced by a red haired man whose voice is bursting with excitement.

"This is the scene of a mutant attack on the offices of Senetor Jessica Prela, a supporter of stricted measures against mutants in school and society. The mutant's attack started five minutes ago and these stone creatures have kept everyone out since. All of teh front office people were released but there still may be hostages with-in the building. We have it from a top anonymous source that EPIC has been contacted but their is no word yet on their response. We have an interview from the receptionist. Marlene..."

The image dies and Lt. Col. Savage looks out at you with a resolute but confident face.
"Team, suit up. You'll be taking the hover jet into Senetor Prela's Los Angelas office. No casualties and smile pretty for the camera's. We are going public a little early. Ask questions while you dress."

Your uniforms, the ones that have been designed hang in small changing rooms marked with your codenames. For those of you who have failed to or have waited to create costumesa black basic suit with the sheild crest of the Guardians on the chest.

 

[Mimic]

"Finnally time for some fun around here." He says excited as he gets up and heads towards the change rooms, the fact that he hasn't gotten around to designing his suit yet doesn't bother him in the least.

"So, any idea on who or what we are dealing with?" He says loudly in the change room so everyone can hear.

 

[Keia]

Phoenix [Brandon Laine] HP: 4/4, 0S / 0L Armor +8

"Team, suit up. You'll be taking the hover jet into Senetor Prela's Los Angelas office. No casualties and smile pretty for the camera's. We are going public a little early. Ask questions while you dress."

"Sir, when you mentioned no casualties . . . was that civilian or the criminals as well?" Brandon asked. Brandon suited up, leaving the sash behind. in its play was a belt with the phoenix image currently noted on his chest. The chest image is the crest of the Guardians.

 

[Calinon]

Linda wastes no time getting into the women's change room. Opening her locker, she grins at the 'Uniform' she had made for her. Pulling it on, and snapping the belt with the emblazoned logo of the Guardians on its wide surfave, she calls out, "Yeah; are those rock things summoned, or can we make gravel outa them?"

Pulling on the padded boots and gloves she brings her energy field up around her hands and body, her horns sprouting from the side of her mask, bright pink accents to the black and white outfit, and strides from the locker room.

"Hurry up, ladies," she calls back nicely over her shoulder.

"I think we should pull our punches and capture the bad guy if we can, not put him under the ground. But like Brian said, any clue who we're going to be givin' the beatin' to?"

She also looks for Mason to come out, pulling him aside before he gets back to the group.

"Just wanted to say, sweetie," she says with her everpresent smile. Though the smile doesn't fade, her quiet tone carries her warning. "I swear if ya put this team in danger or get anyone hurt 'cause ya run off to be a cowboy, I'll make sure your next month of meals are taken through a tube. Okay! Great! Glad we agree!" she finishes with exagerated sweetness, and a pat on his shoulder, her smile not fading; then she turns to the colonel without letting him respond.

"Hey! Hoverjet! Am I back in the pilot seat at long last?" she says, thrilled at the prospect of flying again.

 

[Gideon]

Round Table:

"We are gonna rock these guys and we look amazing in these outfits." Karma comes gliding out of her section with a huge smile plastered on her face.

"Oh yeah! Rockin the rocks. Sandra comes out in a tight sleaveless gold colored jumpsuit with two black Guardian sigils at the edge of each hip.

"Witness reports are sketchy on how many Terrorists are active. Some claim 1, others 8 but the consistant number is 4. The most coherant descriptions we have are a large beast creature, a rock man, a boxer, and a 'ridiculously good-looking hunk of cowboy a$$'. We think the cowboy is Billy the kid, real name William Lase. His mutation is telekinesis. He has escaped custody 3 times. Once from nullifier cuffs and twice through agents pants.

To answer your question Phoenix, try to keep everyone alive but if you have to take out criminals you have clearance. We think the things at the door are constructs but aren't sure.

If we find out anything else we'll let you know. Longhorn has field command."

As you start to board the hoverjet a palpable sense of excitement and fear roll through the jet.

"Lets play ball."