Guardians -Welcome to the Wild Wild West

[Keia]

Brandon Laine (Phoenix) 4/4 0/S 0/L Armor +8

Brandon climbed out of the VR unit, looking himself over to make certain he wasn't on fire anywhere. Slipping his shades on, Brandon was stopped by the voice of Lucy . . .

As the group emerges from the pods, Lucy stares frostily at Carbon, not a very friendly look. "I think from now on, you should only copy guys, that way when your being a perv and playing with your new body, its not so disgusting. Never, ever copy me again Carbon, is that clear?" she asks him angrily, loud enough for the others to over hear.

With a quick look to Kevin, Brandon spoke up, "Easy, Lucy. I think that he gets it, and now everyone else in the building does too. Take it easy, huh?"

The entire time that Brandon is talking, he's rubbing his shoulder, where the blade pierced his armor in the VR test. "We won, right? That should be what we build on."

 

[Super Girl]

"So long as its understood jock boy," Lucy says frostily to Brandon, "and he isn't tempted to touch me again. I mean can you imagine what the media would do with pictures like that? Ughh." she says shaking her head, she turns to Linda, Lindsey and Sandra, "Lets go get showered, and then find somewhere to relax until the picnic." she says, heading back into the locker room, mumbling about pervs.

She quickly kicks off the damp spandex suit, leaving it by her locker, and heads into the shower portion of the locker room. Turning the shower head on to full blast and hot, the starlet stood just soaking in the heat, letting the warmth run over her and sluice away the sweat.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Tornado, 4/4 4/4 0/S 0/L wind shield +8

Travis mosies over to Col. Savage and says "Ah don't know what just happened but I can guess. Can we maqke sure the images are distorted or wiped from the system? :inda would never live it down and Carbon would never survive Linda's wrath." He's about to leave for the showers but decides to add, "Is there some way we can use this solo? I feel like a fool injurin' my teammates."

 

[Gideon]

Post combat - day 1

Most of you begin to head out of the room towards the proper locker rooms when Lucy lets loose on both Carbon and Phoenix.

The very girlish voice comes floating over to you “Awww…come on Lucy, you can’t really blame the boys for trying to get a cheap feel. They probably weren’t allowed to bring their magazines and you’re a hottie.” Sandra smiles back at you and you can see the dimples in her cheeks.

“Uh-huh.” A wink and a ridiculous exaggerated smile pass over Mason’s face as he heads into the men’s locker room.

Lindsey, Lucy, and Sandra all head into the locker room. Lucy and Sandra immediately strip down and head over to the showers while Lindsey sits at her locker for a couple staring off into space.

Karma:
The devil creeps back into Sandra’s little girl voice. “So, did you see which one is part horse? I did…Lucky girl.” A cascade of laughter peels out of the young girl as she cleans herself up.

Carbon:
It’s okay Kevin, it was kinda creepy but she’ll get over it. Think about how many stalkers and crazy guys she’s had after her. I heard she has three stalkers that have been arrested in the last year. She cares about you. You can feel it. The mental voice is bathed in concern for you.

After the girls have head out of the room and you stare at the ground a fist lands in a little below your ribs. It doesn’t hurt.

”Don’t worry about her, Kev. She’s still off in her diva-land. Beside that you already touched the cutest bastard on the team.” One wink and laughing smile later and you see Steve head off towards the showers.

Longhorn:
With barely a crackle back over the headset in the helmet Lt. Col. Savage’s voice comes back. You find it very neutral if commanding. You find yourself sitting straighter in your seat as the voice comes through.

“You are here to be more than a pilot and you know it 2nd Lt. Lindsey is also a very valuable member of the team. Hold a sec.” You can hear Travis’ muffled voice filter through the helmet’s speakers but can’t quite make out the words.

“The images stay. You made a mistake, son. No shame in that. We train for a reason. Apologize to Brandon and fix it. He understands what it means to be a team.” He pauses for a deep breath and then exhales, he almost sounds old. “The room is open for your use between 0800 and 2000. If you still have energy for some training. The tech will help you or you set up a scenario or you can load up other people. Go get showered.”

“2nd Lt, Come to the war room after your shower and you get cleaned up. It’s 1505 now. Be at the round table at 1540. Dismissed.” This last part is obviously directed towards you.

As you step out of your VR chamber an Mexican man of about your height in combat fatigues and the customary crew cut wait to greet you. As soon as you begin to step out of the chamber Sgt. Brano straightens to attention and salutes. “Sir, Sgt. Eduardo Brano, Sir.” After you salute he lowers his hand. “I intend to file this in my official report, sir, but I wanted to tell you personally that your team could become amazing. The Guardians will be very helpful against Frankenstein and his MK’s.” Sgt. Brano swallows nervously “Also, when fighting against MK’s its best to find cover or shoot first. A flaw in their programming almost always causes them to fire their grenades first.” After his little speech Sgt. Brano stands at attention waiting for your dismissal.

Tornado:
Lt. Col. Savage looks up at you as you approach his seat outside of the ring of pods. He is wearing a headset that he seemed to be talking into. As you explain yourself to him a gentler but still strict expression creeps onto his face.

“The images stay. You made a mistake, son. No shame in that. We train for a reason. Apologize to Brandon and fix it. He understands what it means to be a team.” He pauses for a deep breath and then exhales, he almost sounds old. “The room is open for your use between 0800 and 2000. If you still have energy for some training. The tech will help you or you set up a scenario or you can load up other people. Go get showered.”

 

[Keia]

Brandon Laine (Phoenix) 4/4 0/S 0/L Armor +8

"So long as its understood jock boy," Lucy says frostily to Brandon, "and he isn't tempted to touch me again. I mean can you imagine what the media would do with pictures like that? Ughh."

"Gotcha," Brandon said with a grin and point of his hand in a gun pose. After she stomped off, he added more to himself than anyone else. "Personal phobias before team safety and survival, good attitude."

'Jock boy?!?' Brandon thought. 'I haven't been called jock boy since . . . I was a freshman . . . in high school. Team player, Brandon, team player,' Brandon mantra'ed as he keep the grin on his face, though for difference reasons now. 'Everyone's struggling to fit in and relate to this new situation. You're not the only one, and others deal with it in different ways . . . isn't that right, Sandra?' Brandon asked, checking to see if someone was still in his head.

Brandon made sure he was the last of the guys on the team to head to the showers. He planned on taking his shower last, he generated too much steam usually . . . especially now.

 

[Calinon]

Longhorn

“2nd Lt, Come to the war room after your shower and you get cleaned up. It’s 1505 now. Be at the round table at 1540. Dismissed.”

"Yes sir!" Longhorn says back into the com.

As you step out of your VR chamber an Mexican man of about your height in combat fatigues and the customary crew cut wait to greet you. As soon as you begin to step out of the chamber Sgt. Brano straightens to attention and salutes. “Sir, Sgt. Eduardo Brano, Sir.” After you salute he lowers his hand.

"Well howdy, Sarge," Longhorn says with a salute, putting her customary smile back on her face. "Let's make a little agreement here. For the love of god, no more saluting when I'm in this dang suit," she laughs, tugging the fabric of her suit back into proper alignment. "I move, it goes explorin'."

“I intend to file this in my official report, sir, but I wanted to tell you personally that your team could become amazing. The Guardians will be very helpful against Frankenstein and his MK’s.”

Sgt. Brano swallows nervously “Also, when fighting against MK’s its best to find cover or shoot first. A flaw in their programming almost always causes them to fire their grenades first.” After his little speech Sgt. Brano stands at attention waiting for your dismissal.

"Well that sure is nice of ya to talk us up an' all. Providin' we stop blowin' each other up and don't start infightin', we might do all right. Hey, though; you can drop the sir. Our ranks are largely for show. I know I aint got no officer training, and I know Colonel Savage don't want our ranks goin' to our heads. So unless its like inspection day or somethin'," Linda adds with a grin. "Just call me Linda or if that aint gonna work, you can call me Longhorn. I aint exactly earned my Lieutenant title just yet.

"Dang partner, that means stand easy," she chuckles at the rigid soldier. "I appreciate the advice on those tin cans. That aint anything they put us through or taught us 'bout in basic trainin'. I aint too happy about that part of the simulation, but I guess someone had their reasons for stickin' all us clueless folks up for grenade launcher target practice.

"So what's this Frankestein thing?" she asks.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Tornado, 4/4 4/4 0/S 0/L wind shield +8

The water hits Travis and he finally relaxes. He showers and changes back into his street clothes. "Guys? I'll see y'all latter. I gotta get back to Sarah and mah girls." He gets outside the building and starts spinning, His body lifts into the air and the clouds that were naturally in the sky clear. He had promised his family a picnic and they would get one.

 

[Super Girl]

"I guess I should be flattered, but it is really freaky to look over and see someguy looking like you start feeling you up. I mean, he could like get naked and take pictures or something, its really freaky, and I don't want it, he may just be a guy, but thats still my body, its my image, its me, hes not the one who'll get crucified in the news or anything." Lucy says, as she soaps her body up, and lets the hot water flow over her, letting it wash away the soap.

The starlet rubbed away at her muslces, the heat and pressure clearing up the little aches and pains, even if they were imaginary. "I kinda didn't notice, I was paying more attention to which ones were staring at me, and then it was the super gernade bots, who is the lucky boy that gets the prize Sandra?" she asks, moving on to shampooing her gorgeous black hair.

 

[Gideon]

Karma:

A cascade of giggles greets the end of Lucy’s question “I’m not telling, I don’t need the competition.” A shower of soap bubbles fall down on you as Sandra blows bubbles through her hand. “You know Kevin would only play with yourself at home. Although the tabloids could be fun with the picture of you twice….” Arcing her hands through the air in the big head line motion “Lucy’s secret twin! Fights to save identity.” The charming little innocent smile pops up again and then some giggles.

Carbon:
Heading into the showers you see Mason scrubbing himself down in what looks to be a partially sectioned off area. Well, a self made sectioned off area. It seems he found an ingenious way to use a locker door, floss and 2 extra towels. You can hear his off key singing reverberate in the tiled room.

”You start doing that, I’ll kill ya.” A smirking Steve walks by with a wave. Sitting down at his locker he begins to strip down and grab the appropriate toiletries. Shaking his head slightly ”Really?”

Brandon:
You take a long very very very hot shower. You still haven’t figured out how to use soap without melting the damn bar. As you try for the hundreth time to shower while a blazing inferno you feel your belly rumble and hear the floor start to blister. A short time later you hear the door open into the locker room.

“Damn, she’s killer. Wow, somebody likes it hot and not in a good way. Bye bye tax payers dollars.” The voice is masculine has a similar accent to that of Sandra.

Longhorn:
A sheepish somewhat embarrassed grin finds the corners of his lips at the mention of your tight uniforms but Sgt. Brano manages to settle into an at ease position only a few short seconds later.

“Deal, Eduardo Brano, call me Ed.” One handshake later, “The major is a hardass but fair, prolly has a reason.”

You can easily read the controlled fear in his face as he begins to talk.
“Frankentstein is part mutant, part machine. He showed up maybe 4 months ago and seems to have a real hard on for killing mutants. 80 dead and most were civilians. It don’t care about innocents either. Kills the mutant and their family. Not just killing either, real psycho” His face blanches pretty pale.

“The Cats rumbled with him and his ‘bots something fierce. Took down 5 of ours before we sunk him. We took 20 suits. 20 F$%&ing suits! Planted him into the ocean, thought we had him, nope. Two days later ‘nother mutant and family shredded, I don’t know how to stop this thing. Maybe you guys can. His ‘bots won’t be trouble for yall.”

Tornado:
As you rise into the air you see three separate red dots appear on you in a matter of 10 seconds. You see a cluster of three battlesuits on their way to intercept you from the fence.

You have created a beautiful late afternoon sky and warmed the air to a beautiful 73 F.

 

[tyrlaan]

Carbon:
Heading into the showers you see Mason scrubbing himself down in what looks to be a partially sectioned off area. Well, a self made sectioned off area. It seems he found an ingenious way to use a locker door, floss and 2 extra towels. You can hear his off key singing reverberate in the tiled room.

Carbon thinks this is a pretty keen idea and tries to replicate the makeshift stall before he showers.