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***>>>SIM START<<<***
SCENE> The East China Sea, approximately 100 miles north of Taiwan and East of China (or 27 deg N lat, 122 deg E long). TIME> 6:15P (Wednesday, 9:15A local) Songbird> :;glances out a window:: we must be arriving soon, right? Ricochet> ::Raps his fingers, distractedly on the side of his seat as he stares out the window, not paying much attention:: Nightingale> ::looks a little green:: I hope so Parasite> ... Bored. Raider> ::sits in her seat going through her bag and checking up on what she has/needs:: Songbird> We're supposed to meet Iron Man here right? Shift> ::looks out the window, at whatever view there is:: Nightingale> I don't feel so good.. how long is this going to take? DrPym> ::has on a headphones.. monitoring radiation levels.. not paying any attention at all to the team:: Ricochet> ::Raises an eyebrow, but keeps looking out the window:: I thought it was the other guy..y'know..War Monger or something..::Shrugs:: Songbird> War Machine! Songbird> He was with us before, remember? Songbird> ::glances over at Pym:: Is it safe to go out? Ricochet> Oh..yeah..I forgot..::Keeps staring out the window:: ((Maybe it was all in my head, but..maybe it's true, anyways..)) ACTION> The cockpit is alight with blinking buttons and dials all of which are keeping Pym rather preoccupied. Nightingale> uh oh.. ::runs to the back of the jet:: Songbird> :;glances over at Nightingale:: uh-oh..? Songbird> ::looks back at Pym:: Doctor.. what's going on out there? ACTION> Parasite hears a whisper coming from the rear of the Quinjet over the sound of Nightingale losing her lunch. Ricochet> ::Glances away from the window, towards Songbird, then the front of the jet:: ...I don't think he hears you..could probably shout "We're all gonna die a fiery death!" and he wouldn't hear it..::Cracks a half-hearted smirk:: Parasite> ::Peeks over her seat to the back of the jet then gets up, heading towards the back.:: DrPym> The wavelengths.. they're.. ::pensive look:: hmm.. Songbird> ::makes a face:: ricochet.. Songbird> I'm sure he's listening Shift> ::snickers:: ah, hes listening always Raider> ::shakes her head and slowly starts to put all her stuff back in her bag:: Nightingale> ... ::stands up, tossing the little bag into the trash:: oh. er.. hi ::glances at Parasite:: ACTION> A proximity alarm begins to sound as the Quinjet detects something in the area. Songbird> Maybe if I put a protective sound barrier around me I'd be okay.. then I can take a look to find anything Ricochet> ::Raises an eyebrow, starting to grin a little:: Wanna bet? C'mon..dare you to try it..bet he barely even flinches away from his monitors and stuff. Parasite> ::Waves franticly to Nightingale despite she is near by, then looks around in the back a little more.:: ACTION> An astral figure appears before Parasite. Although she cannot make out any distinguishing features the figure is clearly male from his stature and build. Ricochet> Or..we could have that thing go off and get ready to kick some butt. ::Lowers his mask down, over his face:: Shift> ::looks to the front:: so, whats that? Songbird> not everybody here is ready to just go out and "kick some butt" you know DrPym> Hmm? ::pulls his headphones off to attend to the alarm:: Raider> ::looks towards teh alarm and waits for an explaination:: Nightingale> ::walks past the figure and Parasite towards the front:: whats up chief? Parasite> ::Tilts her head up at the figure, curious, then brightly smiles.:: Hi. ACTION> The alarm abruptly stops before Pym can even do anything about it. Raider> maybe someone presssed a wrong button ::Looks towards Pym:: Ricochet> ::Shrugs:: Hey, I'm just happy for the distraction..but then again..::Frowns, looking out the window:: I'm suddenly getting the feeling I'd kinda suck in a fight, here..::Blinks as the alarm stops:: Not that it matters, anymore, I guess.. Nightingale> ::stands behind Pym's seat now:: well? Shift> him? press the wrong button? i dont think that happens DrPym> That's odd. +com+ War Machine? Is everything all right down there? ACTION> There's nothing but static over the comm system. ACTION> The figure graspes Parasite's arms firmly and locks them at her side. Strangely, she feels no desire to resist. Parasite> ::Frowns up at him, more confused than scared and she's impassive to the action.:: DrPym> Radiation must be interfering.. the modifications must not be functioning.. Ricochet> I'm gonna take a guess that that's a bad thing? ::Raises an eyebrow:: ACTION> The Quinjet fades away for Parasite, but to the rest of the team she appears to be considering the complexities of the emergency rations. Nightingale> ::looks over the consoles over Pym's shoulder:: well maybe you should fix that ACTION> Parasite finds herself standing atop the sea, walking on water. The land masses in the distance indicate she has not moved in space at all, but the strange fuschia sky and the lack of any of the vessels that were in the area before tell her something is not right. Parasite> ::Gasps in surpise seeing the water under her feet and then glances up to the sky.:: ((Where's everyone? I don't want to be alone!)) ACTION> The proximity alarm begins to sound again. Songbird> I think we really oughta check things out Nightingale> there it goes again Ricochet> Well..where's this alarm coming from, anyways..::Starts to stand:: I mean..if it's not under water..::Shrugs and frowns:: ACTION> Warm breath pounds on Parasite's ear as a strangely familiar voice whispers to her. Voice> We'll be together soon, Anya. Parasite> ::Blinks, blushing a bit visabley.:: [[That's my real name...]] ::Whispers very faintly.:: Songbird> Open the door Doctor.. I'm going to see what's going on. ACTION> There is something in the water directly beneath the Quinjet and its radiation emissions are building which sets off even more alarms on board the Quinjet. ACTION> There is a loud explosion in the distance of Parasite's dream world. The telltale mushroom cloud does not give much hope for anyone who might've been at ground zero. Shift> ::looks out the window, trying to tell what it is:: DrPym> We don't know what this thing is yet. We can't just take off after it half-cocked. Songbird> but we can't just sit here and do nothing either.. ::closes her eyes:: Nightingale> well we can't just sit here while those guages rise Songbird> There has to be something we can do right? Parasite> ::Gasps, covering her mouth and her eyes widen.:: ((They... blew up?)) Ricochet> ::Crosses his arms:: Heh. Aren't I usually the one doing that? ::Smirks, slightly, before frowning:: So..you have a plan, right Doc? ACTION> The bogey breaks from its course. It had been hiding in the Quinjet's energy field to bolster its own stealth technology, but now it is speeding towards the Chinese warship. Anyone looking out the window can see a large, black shadow moving steadily through the water but cannot make out any details. ACTION> Parasite awakens from her dream-like trance. She is back aboard the Quinjet with a MRE pasta primevera in hand. Parasite> ::Jolts, looking around then at the meal in her hands.:: ((How... strange.)) Shift> ::blinks a few times:: what the hell is that? Songbird> ..okay.. I can go now right? ::frantically worried look on her face:: Nightingale> um... Pym..? are we shooting at them? Ricochet> ::Looks out the window, briefly, as he sees some of the others doing so, before blinking and doing a double take:: What the..? DrPym> ::tries to raise the chinese ship on the comm to no avail:: They must be scrambling our signals.. damnit.. ::powers the guns:: Parasite> ::Looks around now, at the commotions about her.:: What's going on...? Songbird> ...radiation or not I have to go out there to help them Songbird> I couldn't forgive myself if I didn't do it Songbird> Sorry, sir ::sad glance at Pym:: Songbird> ::goes for the hatch:: I'll be right back ::smiles confidently:: DrPym> Everyone, take your seats! ::glances at songbird:: It hasn't come to that yet.. though I am concerned about the message us flying at that ship with guns blazing will send.. Parasite> ::Moves back to her seat, the MRE in hand still.:: Songbird> but.. ::sighs:: okay.. I trust you.. Nightingale> ::turns and sits in a seat, strapping in:: Songbird> ::sits down and grips her own hands in her seat nervously:: Ricochet> Yeah, well..what are you gonna do against a big friggin shadow..::Frowns:: If they have technology even better than this thing..that just can't be good..::Looks towards Pym, then Songbird and slowly sits down:: ...I get the feeling we may need the spare barf bags, if your piloting in space was any indication, Doc..::Smirks:: ACTION> The Quinjet rocks as the engines power up and she starts flying towards the shadow and the Chinese ship. Songbird> I don't know..but there could have been something we could have done.. ::holds on tightly:: ACTION> Pym fires a warning shot at the tail end of the shadow, which stops abruptly causing the Quinjet to overfly it and buzz the Chinese ship. Angry and frightened Chinese soldiers can be seen out of the windows either yelling and shaking their fists menacingly or cowering. Songbird> Umm.. sir.. maybe we should be a little more careful about our flying ::small nervous smirk:: DrPym> Right then.. Ricochet> ::Grips the sides of his seat with a deathgrip:: ...Speaking of things we could do..lets hope we don't do any barrel rolls or anything..or we're gonna need to clean the interior of the jet, again.. Nightingale> really.. ugh ::holds her stomach:: ACTION> The Quinjet turns on a dime and roars back over to where the shadow is sitting idly in the water. Songbird> How are we supposed to stop that thing? Songbird> Maybe there's some way to give it a physical shape of some kind.. ACTION> Now that the shadow vessel is still it is easier to see that it does have a shape. It seems to be a small sub large enough for a crew of no more than five. Parasite> ::Doesn't understand the fear of the chinese soldiers and waves right back to them.:: Songbird> it looks like a sub.. ::blinks:: Nightingale> I'm hungry... Songbird> I can just go down there and contain it in a giant bubble ACTION> Radiation alarms sound in the Quinjet. The shadow vessel seems to be emitting rediculous amounts as though it were powering some sort of weapon. Nightingale> Pym! What the hell is happening out there?! ACTION> The Chinese vessel fires a shell in the Quinjet's general vicintity. Songbird> move the jet would be a really good idea right now!! ACTION> The shell was so far off it was clearly a warning shot, but this is still a crisis situation. DrPym> Move the jet.. excellant suggestion.. everyone hold on! Songbird> Doctor.. we're supposed to be Avengers.. so shouldn't we be a bit more active than just sitting ducks? :;worried look:: Ricochet> Uh..I think the Chinese guys think we're firing at them and not the Shadow thing..::Grips his seat even tighter:: Geez, I hate flying.. ACTION> The Quinjet abruptly drops down onto the shadow vessel for a rough landing. Songbird> ahh! ...oof! ::opens her eyes again:: Songbird> I think for now on I'm going to learn how to pilot.. Shift> ack, badbadbad ::holds on tight:: Parasite> ::Clutches onto her arm rests.:: She-Hulk> ::Clenches her seat tightly, wincing some at the landing:: Nightingale> ::blinks:: that was unique DrPym> ::braces himself as the quinjet rocks a few times before coming to a more or less stable position:: Any landing you can walk away from.. Now who wants to knock? Songbird> :;stands up:: Now what? ACTION> The radiation alarms abruptly stop. Ricochet> ::Grimaces, paling a little bit as he glances towards Songbird:: Yeah..you do that..I'm gonna start taking the bus or something..::Slowly moves to stand to his feet, swallowing as he tries to regain control of his stomach:: Songbird> ::smiles and looks at Pym:: Is that my cue? DrPym> ::remotely opens the hatch:: This area's safe, so don't worry about the radiation. Songbird> about time ::smirks and hops out, quickly creating some sound created wings and spins/flies up a bit and glances down:: Parasite> Are you sure...?? ::Faintly and unbuckles her seatbelt, getting up.:: DrPym> ::nods:: Songbird> ((Really wonder if I should do any damage.. could be explosive)) Nightingale> ::yawns and sits in her seat:: oh yeaj, this is exciting Shift> ::opens and eye and looks around, unbuckling and standing slowly:: ACTION> Songbird sees the faint outline of a hatch in the side of the shadow vessel. She-Hulk> ::Undoes her seatbelt, and stands slowly, cracking her neck:: Ricochet> ::Stumbles towards the hatch:: Gladly..maybe this other jet'll have a pilot that doesn't make me want to throw up..::Grimaces:: Songbird> ((There it is..)) ::floats down a bit and uses her powers to create a giant pink wedge to open the hatch with:: Parasite> ::Heads towards the hatch area, waiting for the others to act before she can.:: ACTION> The shadow vessel is still mostly submerged, so when Songbird pops the hatch it creates a vaccum that begins to flood the vessel. Nightingale> ::remains seated:: someone wake me up when you're done Songbird> oops Songbird> ::quickly tries to create a plug for the hatch:: Songbird> ((Smart move..)) ACTION> The flooded shadow vessel causes the Quinjet to lose stability and rocks violently. Songbird> ((sorry sorry sorry)) Parasite> ::Shrieks, leaping to grab ahold of a seat.:: Nightingale> ::straps in again:: wonderful.. can't I get a decent nap around here Ricochet> Gah..::Quickly moves to get off of the Quinjet:: Oh, this sucks..::Eyes the hatch and smirks:: Bet they're not gonna be happy about that.. ACTION> A body floats up out of the shadow vessel which begins to sink. It's a Chinese man and he is bleeding profusely from the mouth. Songbird> ::gasps:: ((Did I cause that?)) Songbird> ::glances back at the Quinjet:: ((C'mon..someone go save that man.. I can't do this all at once..)) ACTION> Songbird feels intense pressure against her plug so much so it pains her to maintain it. Songbird> :;winces and starts to grab at her temples:: ((argh..)) Ricochet> Uhm...::Moves towards the man, blinking as the vessel starts to sink:: ..Wuh, oh..I should've stayed in the jet.. Parasite> ::Climbs back to the hatch and glances down.:: Oh no! ::Looks at Rico.:: Aren't you going to save him!? Songbird> ((can't..give up..now..)) ::feels her eyes start to roll back in her head and dissapates the energy plug and her wings:: ug.. ACTION> A force blast erupts from the sinking vessel and nail Songbird right in the small of her back sending her flying. The pain is so great she cannot concentrate to maintain her flight or even save herself normally so she hits the water hard and begins to drown. Songbird> ahh! Songbird> .. ACTION> A rather large and imposing glowing green mass begins to float to the surface from where the blast originated. Shift> ::looks down at the green mass for a moment then jumps into the water after Songbird:: ACTION> That glowing mass turns out to be a man.. a Radioactive Man! Ricochet> Shoot...I think we found the cause of all this radiation..::Looks towards the man and Songbird, swallowing:: ((I've got to get down there, to them..)) ::Starts to move in their direction:: Radioactive Man> You will not be my undoing Avengers, never again! ::starts to glow with great intensity:: ***>>>SIM END, TBC<<<*** |
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