Courtyard of Avalon:
As each member tells their tale from the invasion, Savage listens intently and seems to absorb all of the news at once. Taking you all in with his eyes he gives a reassuring smile and you all feel calm in his sure presence.
"Brandon and Steve, take Lindsey to the med center. It is down the hallway on the right, there are signs. Linda, you and I will take the prisoner to an appropriate cell. The rest of you have the rest of the night free. Remember, bright and early tomorrow so try not to stay out too late. If you see Mason tell him to report to my office. We?ll find out who attacked and why. And someone get rid of those spears." With his rifle settled back over his shoulder, Lt. Col. Savage holds the door open for Linda and her baggage.
Brandon and Steve head out with Lindsey just after Linda and Savage and head over to the infirmary.
"Well, I'ma gonna have to get on back to my kin. See yall morra." Travis gives a tip of a cowboy hat firmly entrenched over his head and spins off across the courtyard.
Sandra watches as the door closes and then looks around at the group looking very feral. "Anyone else interested in making sure that thing don't bother our Whisper no more?"
Brandon:
Lindsey lays on the infirmary table with a doctor dressed in a lab coat looking over her. The mid-aged Columbian man shoes you out as he starts to examine Lindsey. "Give me some space, she'll be alright."
Steve angrily stares at the doctor his voice laced with fierce determination "I'll stay, thanks."
Linda:
As Lt. Col. Savage leads you through the criss-cross of hallways and stairs you eventually are led to a small jail with three open cells. At Lt. Col. Savage?s direction you deposit the Asian Man in to the center cell. A button push later and a green field of light and several thick metal bars enclose the entrance.
"There, that should 'em." Turning to look you full in the face "So what do you make of your team? You've seen them in a pinch twice now. Is there hope?"
Carbon:
You suddenly grow the 7 inches and add a solid 60 pounds of mass as you grow into Major Caldwell.
"I look like S&*%. Grab the other side of this lid and lift on 3. 1, 2, 3." As your muscles tense you feel the lid lift off the ground. Taking several steps you and Major Caldwell shift the lid several feet back leaving an inky black hole in the ground.
"Stay here." Major Caldwell drops into the hole. A loud thump comes out of the hold as Caldwell presumably lands. A second later the hold is outlined in bright lights. Caldwell jumped some 25 feet down into the hole.
"Son of a, a frickin sword." Caldwell pulls a long samarai sword from its position imbedded in a band of computers.
Leaping out of the hole, Caldwell lands flat on his feet with his knees bent slightly. "Close this up and then head on back to the group. And stop being me as soon as we lift this."
OOC: Major Caldwell: Str 16, Dex 14, Con 16, Int 16, Wis 14, Cha 14
Powers: Super-Strength 8 (Protection, Leaping)
Feats: Accurate Attack, All-Out Attack, Assessment, Blind Fight, Chokehold, Dodge, Endurance, Expertise, Imp Disarm, Imp Init, Imp Pin, Imp Trip, Instant Stand, Leadership, Power Attack, Point Blank Shot, Precise Shot, Rapid Strike, Rapid Takedown, Startle, Takedown Attack, Toughness.
Brian:
The plane ride in had been awescool or it was if ludicrous speed is your idea of a good time. You must have made it from the mutant training camp in Nova Scotia to California in 2 hours. Your trip started at 8 and ended at 8 with the light barely fading into the night. At the airport two men picked you up. A hovercar lifted into the air as your driver and escort started back to the base.
The escort was a weasely looking man barely 5'5" with a plain grey shirt and jeans and a very dirty old Alabama hat. "Names Becker. Dontcha know they got an old pig roast happen at the base so I came out to get you. You?re comin in late, young feller. But momma always said better late then never, yup."
