evo mods (evomods) wrote in beyond_evo, @ 2017-07-10 00:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | !plot: skrulls, jubilee, recluse, twinkle, verve |
YOU'VE GOT STRENGTH, YOU'VE GOT SOUL, YOU'RE NOT AFRAID, YOU'RE NOT A DRONE, YOU CAN REVOLT!
Cities were being evacuated.
All over the world where those massive ships hovered, menacing and far above the city streets, civilians were being told to drop everything and get out. New York City was no exception. Civilians flooded out of the shadow of the ship, there was screaming, crying, cursing in all directions as they made their desperate bid to get away from what had to seem like certain death. There were abandoned cars lining the streets, an open door chime pinging and echoing off the concrete and glass around it, a car alarm going off further down the street with the amber signal lights flashing. There was debris everywhere, it truly was a scene right out of a movie. It was eerie, unnatural.
They didn’t have a teleporter on hand any more. Galactica was in space. Bouncer was busy transporting people from the school to somewhere safer. Heist might have a copy but she was engaged in the fighting and couldn’t be reached over the comms. So they took the Blackbird, rounded up a team of mutants and went to fight in those deserted city streets, to stop the aliens from getting a foothold out there in the human world while those was the school fought them back. They were really the first and last lines of defence. Mutants, saving the world all over again because the human military didn’t have a hope in hell of doing it by themselves. That had to be obvious to them. It had to be.
The Blackbird dropped the team off in the middle of the city: Verve took point as the only X-Man that could be spared, and she had given everyone an earpiece in the Blackbird, she’d grabbed a bunch from the school before leaving. The craft circled overhead after they had jumped or rolled or otherwise launched themselves out of it and onto the street below, piloted remotely by her mutation, sent away to a safe distance until they needed it again.
Just as they had at the school smaller ships began to fill the sky above them, around them. They didn’t even need to exchange words, they knew why they were all here, she’d already given them her pep talk on the short flight over here, standing behind the pilot sea. Verve only looked at the small hit squad she’d grabbed and gave them a decisive, hard nod. They balled their fists, they gritted their teeth, they made themselves ready for this to be a last stand. Then they engaged the enemy as the ships came bearing down on them, a dark flock of locusts.
It was no time to hold back, not for any of them. It was time to fight for their lives and their world.
Again.