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Tweak says, "I'm just a soul survivor......"

(Placeholder) (therealcptnmrvl) wrote in newalliance,
@ 2012-05-09 10:09:00

Entry tags:

captain marvel, invisible woman, mr. fantastic

Who: Carol Danvers and open to Reed Richards and Sue Storm (Richards?)
NPCs: Lab Techs, Other Military Personnel
When: June 21 2006, I think - [backdated like woah]
Where: Area 51, Nevada
What: With Carol locked up because of possible radiation poisoning, Reed and Sue are called in to clear her for active duty.
Rating: Low

She had been in the plane when the turbine that had been created from the alien tech had gone nuclear. She had been in the plane when it exploded, with everyone watching in horror as one of their pilots (and billion dollar prototypes) just blew up. The fallout that it had caused had been so great that, for the first time in its history, the entire facility needed to be evacuate until a containment crew could investigate and clean up the mess. They weren't expecting to find much at the crash site, certainly not a body and certainly not one in tact. Imagine everyone's surprise when Carol had been discovered buried beneath a pile of rubble with not even a scratch on her. Alive!

After reviving the Major, she had been more or less compliant with Area 51's decision to keep her quarantined until they could determine what exactly was wrong with her. She really had no other alternative. Disobeying direct orders would be seen as insubordination and an attempt at escape was treason. Even for someone that could punch their way out of a containment cell. Which, if today was like yesterday, she was pretty sure that she could still bench press a tank. And if she was poisonous this was the best option, she didn't need to be on the loose causing innocent people, civilians, cancer.

They kept her cozy, in between tests, as cozy as a reinforced lead box could be. No one got in or out without the proper clearance, not like she had many visitors. Most everyone stood outside while they conducted their tests to determine her new skill set. Carol had been in quarantine a little more than a week and she was getting very restless. She didn't know what was worse, being captured and tortured in Afghanistan or waiting to hear that she had cancer with only days left to live.

They told her "specialists" were here to help her, she heard "oncologists." Preparing for the worst and releasing some of her tension, Carol was doing push-ups while she waited.

[Reed! Sue!]

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_reedrichards
2012-05-09 06:27 pm UTC (link)

"Specialists" was certainly the right word. After the Accident in 2000, Reed Richards, Susan Storm, Jonathan Storm and Benjamin Grimm had definitely become "specialists" in the field of Weird.

The door of the quarantine opened with a hiss to let half of the Fantastic Four enter the sealed space. From the observations he had been making for the past day and a half, Dr. Reed Richards had determined that the Major was in no way radioactive (nor, as some suggested, 'contagious') and therefore safe to be around others without the use of a HazMat suit... however he still wore his long sleeved suit made of unstable molecules, complete with black boots, gloves, and a blue-on-white circled "4" on the chest. The unstable molecules could cope with minor degrees of radiation and would protect both him and Susan from whatever toxins might still be present. It was only a precaution until the Major could be completely evaluated and cleared.

A security clearance badge bearing his name was clipped to his lab coat and clearly marked him as a civilian consultant.

"Major Danvers?" He asked, standing back to give Carol space to continue to do push-ups. "I'm Dr. Reed Richards, this is my colleague," Reed gestured to the lovely blond with him -- and no, he didn't think it was necessary to tell anyone the status of their relationship, not even that he'd proposed a little over two weeks ago, "Dr. Susan Storm. We'd like to speak to you regarding the incident which occurred last week. Could you spare a few moments of your time?" Reed asked, politely.

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drsusanrichards
2012-05-10 09:48 pm UTC (link)

Susan Storm had nothing but empathy for the Major. When she thought back to their own accident six years ago, she could still remember how frightening it had been when things had suddenly gone so wrong so unexpectedly and left them all with abilities they couldn't explain. She could remember, too, how glad she'd been that Reed was there, because that had given her some confidence that between the two of them they could figure out what had happened. Carol didn't have any such peace of mind of the moment, though Sue hoped they could give it to her.

Like Reed, she wore her Fantastic Four suit made up of unstable molecules underneath a white lab coat with a security clearance badge that identified her as a civilian consultant. Given the tests they were going to be running, she'd left any jewelry (including her recently acquired engagement ring) in secure locker. Her blonde hair fell past her shoulders, and her blue eyes were kind. In some regards, Susan Storm honestly looked like the sort of woman who should play a doctor on TV, not be one in real life.

"Hello," she said, since Reed had covered the rest of the of the introduction.

She and Reed had been briefed by Air Force and Area 51 upon arriving about the incident, and what little they could ascertain about Major Danvers' condition, and had been making faraway observations for the past day and half. Sue personally thought that a day a half not interacting with the patient was ridiculous—she was a human being, not a lab rat, and they didn't plan on interrogating her—but she didn't have the rank to pull. She was an MD, but unlike Reed, she didn't already have five doctorates. She was halfway through obtaining her first, at this point. When she was done, she would have a doctorate from Harvard in Genetics and Genomics. Her dissertation, and indeed, she hoped her speciality would focus on mutate genetics. That's what the Fantastic Four were considered: mutates, people whose DNA had been altered by means other than the X-gene found in mutants.

Sue couldn't be certain yet what Major Danvers' exact situation was. Not until they heard the story from her, and examined her personally. And thoroughly.

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therealcptnmrvl
2012-05-11 06:23 pm UTC (link)

At the first sign that she had company, Carol was back on her feet, arms clasped behind her back, assuming that it was a superior officer, or the like. She hadn't expected the military to call in any civilian experts to consult with, which was the reason for the surprised/confused expression that settled on her face. Regardless, she was on her feet and on her best behavior.

"Its a pleasure to met you... Dr. Richards? Dr. Storm...?" Now why did that sound familiar? It only took her a few more moments for her to realize that they were with the Fantastic Four, hence the outfits. She gave them both a dubious look. "Begging your pardon, but do you have the proper clearance to be in here?" They weren't wearing the typical protective gear, which caused Carol reason to be concerned. She looked through the glass window at her superiors before turning her attention to the Fantastic Four... Two. Whatever.

"Alright, sure," she agreed easily to Reed's first inquiry. She wasn't very optimistic, to be fair, of what they'd find. Reversed-engineer alien technology wasn't exactly stable in terms of nuclear fall out. She could only imagine what her body had suffered in the blast. And every moment that questions weren't being answered put Carol more on edge.

"Time is all I've got."

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_reedrichards
2012-05-11 11:13 pm UTC (link)

"Excellent. Thank you, Major Danvers." Reed said, moving out of the way so that Sue could run her own examination and ask her own series of questions gears towards the Major's current physical state while Reed's were a bit more... external.

He'd read the report on the alien tech they had reverse engineered, the explosion, the radioactive fallout-- but there was more information that could be gained from an eyewitness report (even if Carol had been over it twenty times already) than from reading any variety of documents.

"Can you tell me what happened, Major? What's the last thing that you recall about the flight?"

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therealcptnmrvl
2012-05-14 02:43 am UTC (link)

"Sure." Carol was still dubious, but she nodded anyways. She had told this story a dozen times already and it still didn't make any sense to her. Maybe the Fantastic Four could offer some insight, but Carol, really, wasn't holding out any hope at this point.

"I had read the design specs and every test flight that I had done concluded that the bird was solid. Then I get up there and I'm running hotter than hell. Mach 4 and gaining. Its pretty neat for a second, 'cause I like going fast, but something's not right, I'm thinking to myself...

"Okay...the prototype I was flying was based on the F-117 Nighthawk design, which normally have two non-afterburning G.E. F404 turbofan engines, well, that is until you rip 'em out and replace them with whatever the hell you want. Like designate J79 hybrids with resistance -high resistance- to compressor stalls. Which is the alien tech we're talking about now. And I'm talkin' a whole lotta flash. The core containment reactor is failing and and the whole thing is going nuclear. And before I have a chance to eject, just...boom.

"And I don't remember much, but I'm thinking that I'm cold. My skin is freezing, but everything else...my bones, my blood feels like lava. I guess the radiation just skyrocketed all across the base. They told me they had to evacuate for two days. How's that...'only pilot in history ever to shut down Area 51.'?

"What do you make of it, doc? Er, Dr. Richards?"

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drsusanrichards
2012-05-17 06:07 am UTC (link)

"It's definitely one for the history books, Major," Sue agreed, "Unfortunately, it'll never make it into them. What happened to you... how it happened... will probably never make it into the books. I think that's what made Captain America so special," she said. "They actually told his story."

Sue's commentary was typical for her; she was known for having a friendly, disarming personality that translated over into her bedside manner. It was also an attempt to engage Carol beyond the rudimentary questions of their exam. So far, Sue had noted that Carol was withdrawn, and wary of contact with others. She was compliant in all her tests, but... she'd already begun to construct a wall.

"Those symptoms you describe, your skin freezing, but everything else feeling like lava... was that the only time you experienced feeling like that, just prior to the crash? Or have the symptoms recurred at all?" she interjected, because knowing this was important.

Dr. Storm had already begun thinking scientifically about Carol's story and her symptoms when she kicked herself for not thinking like a compassionate doctor. "Forgive me, Major," she said, "has anyone actually told you anything about radiation or radiation sickness yet? We should start there. Because, despite the levels of radiation on the base, Dr. Richards and I are skeptical that you are at risk for it."

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_reedrichards
2012-05-18 02:33 am UTC (link)

Reed focused in on Carol as she told her story, not speaking though he was taking careful notes, even drawing on the copies of the design specs that they had allowed him access to-- though he was certain they would all be confiscated again before departure. Whatever he could learn about the alien technology would need to be done here and now, as there would be no other time.

"Fascinating." He mused, his pen never leaving the pad he was jotting things down on. "Major, have you ever seen any technology like this before? What kind of test flights did you undergo? - you said they were successful."

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therealcptnmrvl
2012-05-23 05:21 am UTC (link)

Carol bristled a little at Sue to start. She didn't need to be reminded how very unspecial she was. She was just another solider, nameless, faceless - that's how most people saw the military anyways, right? Really, Carol should be used to it by now, and perhaps she was to start while she defended her country and felt like she was only a small piece in the bigger picture.

But the last few years had not been kind to Carol. And she couldn't help but feel she had done something very wrong in a previous life which had garnered her lots of special attention, torture and receiving Medals of Honor notwithstanding. But the moment quickly passed and Carol kept her composure as Sue went on, who was getting down to meat and potatoes, so to speak, of why they were there.

"Just after," she informed them. And then after a pause, she added, "And now." She looked through the portal at the military brass on the other side, wondering if a demonstration would be appropriate. Some sort of flame-type powers by the looks of it. But what Sue said next had Carol backtracking.

"No, I think they were waiting for... Are you sure?" Carol didn't want to get her hopes up. But that was such a relief. Turning to Reed she informed him, "No, I believe this was the first time the J79 hybrids were used in actual flight, other than that day. Other than that, it was just sims, number crunching. That sort of thing."

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