The Mutant Purge (open ask)

[stormshadow]

The Purge: The Mutant Purge part 1


Eli Bard



Two months ago:



A man dressed in a dark suit and tie enters a cavern a tomb for a god it seemed at first. At the meeting point Tigris and Euphrates River, we stumbled upon a tomb or cavern of some type and 4 Purifiers were killed with traps. The doors seemed to be covered with magic wards. Inscription on a stone tablet reads About a demon imprisoned in a pace called Avalon. Recently a Demon was released onto New York during a race for the 4th of July. A person by the name of Scarecrow had a ritual done and released the Demon could this be related. Eli was making his way through some traps and a painful ward as a sharp spear object pierced his mid-section soon after another object tried to take off his head passing right through him with out hurting him. He winced in pain as the spear like object was ripped from his body making a large hole.



"Ahhh...Primitive but strong, I will... ahh... not be stopped by these trivial things, soon I will need to feed. Interesting an egg sack of some kind. Judging by the remains and the warning on the wall, they are a version of Vampire created by this Demon. I will take back some samples maybe we can recreate these creatures in the lab. Can't get through this next door, we need to see what is inside. "

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Two days before somewhere in New York:

Warpath was going to be recruited for the new X-force group in a few days. He came back to New York to scout a site that had a lot of mutant activity. He was ambushed by Eli Bard and about twenty-five Purifiers who managed to take him to the ground and capture him. Warpath managed to leave a clue some blood from one of the Purifers who he caved in their face in the dirt next to his tracker band from his arm on who grabbed him. The tracker band is left with a message 'Purifiers captured me send help heading towards the river.'


Warpath wakes up in a room surrounded by lab equipment, he almost had a beard, so he had been out for a week at least. A monster looking vampire he did not recognize was biting down on him, but his skin kept protecting him, he was unable to move strapped down tight. The monster was sent aside to a room with a weird cocoon like substance. Warpath was drifting in out because of the drugs they administered. They were also extracting his blood for something. He could hear others in danger in different rooms nearby.

"You are waking up? You're a hard man to experiment on your skin is like armor, Hello Proudstar. The main Doctor he just left right before you woke up." Another doctor spoke with sarcasm." The pain you are about to feel is excruciating, if you live more power to you."

A group of six men begin hammering special nails over and over again until it penetrates his skin in his hands and feet onto an 8ft X similar to a cross. Unable to move or speak he is basically paralyzed unable to do nothing but feel pain.

In the next room:

Eli looks back to the doctor. "How are the demon vampyre spawns doing? The vampyres with a y as we designate them, and they were called recently. So, the Choir, the soldiers of the world... a militant group that can fly and rain down violence upon the mutant kind, just think you helped create this. The angels of the Bible, we recreated them for our purpose, and your knowledge helped. My question... Dr. I forgot your last name pardon me. What was it again? What did you want out of this? Everyone has ambitions and goals. Too bad we weren't able to find Angel of the X-men again after all these years, I really wanted to study him more."

Eli walks over to the Dr. nonchalantly and whispers. "I would avoid Bastion when we find him also, but I have something to hide do you?" Eli looks at the doctor then walks back over peering at a huge room with men who are being turned into angels.

"If Risman were still here... he would complement you all on a job well done. Behold everyone our salvation will soon be upon us as our army is growing every day. Soon we will march out into the world and kill all of these mutants and free the world from the demons."

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Now:

Some Mutants lie dead on the street above the underground city. It was known as mutant town otherwise known as District X. Over the past five hours armed men and six unidentified Sentinels blasted their way through the street and into the city. Three heavily armed Purifiers helicopters move in from the north. Within a few minutes, the air force sends up a raptor and an Army Apache from a nearby base to stop this invasion of the United States airspace. S.H.I.E.L.D is notified." Mr. President situation is critical in New York. Rogue Sentinels have taken over a few city blocks and they are hunting down mutants. The hospital is under siege, that is right Saint Clare's Hospital (Manhattan) after 2007 it was turned into a hospital for Mutants and others with powers". Nearby Warpath finds himself shackled up in the back of a semi-truck heading towards an undetermined location, by the sounds of what he can hear, sounds like sentinels.

[Martyr]

RED SKULL
(Johann Shmidt)

HAIL HYDRA!

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They always looked for a savior. The lesser beings who could not and would not do for themselves what they sought others to do for them. It was the reason that they always got and deserved the boot over their neck. If they were worthy, they would not need aid.

To make it worse, their genetic impurity was on full display on many. Horns and scales. Abilities that cannot be controlled. Skin of inhuman color. A genetic hiccup. A mistake that needed to be corrected.

The Red Skull was most often a planner. He was involved in plots around the world most of them long term. However, when an opportunity dropped itself right into his lap, he would not shun it. The chatter as they scrambled a response to what was happening spilled over into enemy channels. His channels. Hydra channels.

Some anti-mutant group had taken over a small part of the mutants' enclave, their reservation, their ghetto. These men were on the surface organized. They were organized enough to take over a chunk of land. They were organized enough to get ahold of sentinels. Still, the issue was that they were under someone else's direction. Either they would fall apart of they would be rivals. The Red Skull would tolerate neither.

So, he took a small squad of Hydra agents to not so much liberate the hospital currently being attacked but to have it change hands, to his black leather-clad gloves.

These fools would no doubt try to use the place of medicine as a bargaining chip. That was foolish. Take it. Yes. Use it for your people. Yes. However, the lives of the patients mean nothing. The doctors will only live so long as they are useful.

The Vanguard of the Fourth Reich's own helicopter landed on a nearby rooftop. No fly zones only applied if they could actually be enforced.

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Wherever there was injustice, tyranny, ruthlessness,

the RED SKULL was there leading the attack

on the weak and helpless!

Template adapted from Silv.

[Gummy]

So Ziggy had been watching on the news and couldn't stand it any longer. It didn't matter what her relationship status was at that moment. What really mattered was people were getting hurt and she could do something to help them. Or at least try. She knew she had tackled Sentinels before and she had a few tricks up her sleeves to deal with them. She she briefed Kristof on the basics of their working warning that even with the head off they could still try and kill them. Then there were the mutant haters. They were another problem. She rummaged around their lab trying to find a few things to help. She knew she had seen some kind of tool in space that would possibly stick people to walls. A glue gun of sorts but a lot stronger. She couldn't replicate the glue but she could the gun. So ammo was first on her list.

She gathered a few items which would do and soon built up a selection of ammo ranging from sticky bullets to neat acid in vials. She made a quick beacon for a teleportation device which she could make on the fly but she would need somewhere to send them to.... So she had asked Kristof to drop a disc into a jail cell. That would help.

Then all she needed was her pockets.... darn! her coat! She wasn't wearing it... didn't matter she would be ok without. Pulling a black beanie onto her head she looked serious at Kristof.

"Get any prisoners out of there then get out ourselves. Rescue who we can. If the Sentinels see me ... not good news. You ready?"
Her hands moved into a borrowed jacket pocket and pulled out several components fixing it together.

"Teleportation to start. Can change to others as long as I don't break concentration."

She pointed at the TV where a convoy of semi-trucks. She looked serious.

"There."

[Zeronone]

Kris looked over at Ziggy, his heart doing a double tap as he remembered their last conversation. She needed space as she figured out her stuff and he was more than willing to give it. He had taken her memories and then rushed to give them back. His gaze returned to the tv, and he felt his blood boil, his hands curling into fists. The senseless killing of innocent people because they were different. It made him feel ashamed to be of the same species as the freaking idiots. He heard rummaging and watched as Ziggy began prepping her supplies. He however had other plans. He walked to the wall and touched a hidden compartment. The wall slid to the side and a Doom armor rotated forward. He turned as it opened and he stepped into it. The armor of Doom closing around him, the last part being the mask and white cloak. The cloak was the difference between him and his father who wore green, though his cloak also had magical runes enchanted into it.

He went through his own collection, picking up a large plasma beam rifle. It was his invention and while it should require two hands, with his suits strength augmentation he could fire it with one while using spells with the other. He looked back at Ziggy and imagined those fools going after her, a pulse of rage came off of him as he planned to slaughter them all. To show them what happened when they messed with someone a Doom cared for. While they were after mutants, they seemed to overlook the people who were friends and loved ones of those mutants.

Ziggy asked him to drop a transmitter in a jail cell, a smile forming, and he picked one up. In a blink he was gone, appearing on an island prison off the coast of San Francisco. He found a large cell and closed it, sealing it with a magical spell to keep weapons from damaging the bars, and returned back to his warehouse.

"Done, and if the Sentinels see you, they won't see anything ever again."

He walked over to stand beside her, trying to ignore his feelings pounding in his chest. It wasn't the time for that, today was about saving others and this Warpath guy.

[stormshadow]

In a semi-truck near the Hospital:

Warpath

Warpath looks ahead of him as he was shackled with a mutant type of collar to weaken his power or block him completely. He can hear people screaming in all directions as shots are zipping by the semi-truck trailer, he is in even with his powers weakened. He looks towards the back of the trailer about ten heavily armored and armed men about to exit two of which have a flamethrower. He is unable to talk while only able to move his head to the side to try and see what is going on. From the sound of it multiple semi-trucks stop near what sounds like a hospital in chaos. Warpath can hear multiple helicopters in the sky and sentinels shooting various things.

Warpath began to think to himself. "It can't end like this. Those people don't deserve this, I need to get out of here. I failed, I went out scouting and was ambushed."
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Inside Saint Clare's Hospital:

The Purifiers


The Purifiers about 50 in a small group have spread out throughout the hospital taking hostages and killing the rest. The orders from what they believed was Bastion was to exterminate all the children. The other orders were to take hostages. Six Purifiers were walking the halls shooting up every mutant they seen. The top floors and the roof had the most resistance, the rest of the Hospital was almost completely under Purifiers control. The Purifiers enter the waiting room as a group of what looks like dads and doctors try to stop them with whatever they can get their hands on. Purifier # 3 begins to take out a chainsaw and begins dismembering every problem in the room as crimson blood splatters all over. They make their way to the infant section strapped ready to kill. A few lone mutants attempt to stop them after a few bullets they go down for the count. The door was locked from the inside perhaps a nurse or a mom. Purifier #3 begins trying to saw through the door with a chainsaw already covered in crimson blood dripping all over.

Purifier #6 speaks," You are all insaine. I didn't sign up to shoot children what in the hell are we doing!!" The Purifier#1 in charge wearing a red hood laughs, "You are getting weak on me Brother Sam, they are demons now go into the room or I'll shoot you myself."

[Martyr]

RED SKULL
(Johann Shmidt)

HAIL HYDRA!

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War was unending. While others might have put down their rifles in 1945, the Red Skull did no such thing. His fight continued. The blood he spilled in the near-century since could not be measured because his hatred could not be culled. These men that he fought fought for different reasons. Some were true believers, who thought to their core that mutants were worthy of destruction. Others were opportunists who saw mutants as a convenient reason their lives had gone to shit. The reasoning, the loyalty, the conviction, none of it mattered.

All would fall before the crimson fury of the Red Skull. He was hatred personified and no lesser evil would stand in his way.

He and his own squad moved from the rooftop. "Capture any medical staff alive if possible. For anything else, there will not be enough room on the transport for surplus."

The Red Skull was at the vanguard. He regularly took on a supersoldier and his allies. Some American unwashed were not a threat to him. He greeted a purifier patrol with a welcoming volley of bullets from an MP5.

"Hail Hydra!"

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Wherever there was injustice, tyranny, ruthlessness,

the RED SKULL was there leading the attack

on the weak and helpless!

Template adapted from Silv.

[Gummy]

Ziggy clicked a couple of bits of her gun to adjust a section then looked to Kris a feeling went through her but she couldn't spend time on that now. Now was time for action and by the looks of it they were in for a hard time. She pointed to an alley seen on the news footage. As Kris formed the magic she looked through. Now or never she just needed to hold her concentration.

"Next time, we need to figure out tactics."

Then she stepped through two guns shooting at the back of the semi-truck. It didn't matter if it hit the truck as it wouldn't teleport them to the cell but it react to living person. At which point they would just appear to vanish in a spark of light the reappear in jail! Very clever and based off of what Kris had taught her. She had a second setting for anyone who was civilian caught in cross fire. She could just click the switch and they would be teleported to the lab.

Going through shooting at the people she felt fear creep in.

"Get cover and talking about cover... would you please mind putting the cover back on the washing machine after you use it!"

She headed to one side. Just keeping moving the one hand firing while her other was now working on a golem to help with the fight... afterall... two kids against 10 with 2 with flame throwers!!! Those would have to be dealt with but for now just giving fire cover was enough. Make a golem, shoot.. try and get closer but keep sentinels out of view.

(((OOC just to clarify, the purifiers will be sent to the magically enchanted jail cell mentioned in Zero's last post and any civilians to Kris's lab)))

[Zeronone]

Kris opened the portal to the alley designated by Ziggy, the large gun in his hand thrown onto the couch as he stepped through. He didn't really like using guns for overkill and he didn't want to hit the prisoner or panicked civilians by mistake. Stepping through in his full Doom armor, he walked forward as Ziggy took cover. A humming sound filled the air and a forcefield covered them both, allowing Ziggy to shoot out while protecting her from shots fired in. His hand lifted and a concussive beam of purple energy fired from his gauntlet, ripping through the back axels of the trailer and destroying wheel and axel up the line, taking out at least four.

Kris looked back at Ziggy, seeing the teleporter guns. "Taking them as prisoners is pointless Zigs, we need to put them down not capture them."

He was confused about the cover part for a moment before remembering that he had set it down when he had washed his jump suit after a particularly nasty oil explosion.

"Zigs, I keep telling you that you don't need to clean. The Doombots will clean up."

He turned and walked out of the alley into plain sight, arms outstretched as he called out to the Purifiers,

"Cowards all, attacking children and civilians. If you want an opponent come to me, face your DOOM!"

[jade]

In the back booth of a dive bar in Manhattan, Wade Wilson was about to enjoy a frosty cold adult beverage.

“Alright, darlin'. The usual.” A rotund woman with faded blonde hair approached the booth, juggling two filled shot glasses and a pint. She watched Wade create a hit of soap opera between the salt and pepper shakers, clearly Wade needed a job soon. A bit bewildered, and heaved a weary sigh as he banged the two shakers together, the metal cap of the salt flying off and spilling white granules all over the table. “Best throw a pinch of that over your shoulder, hon,” the bartender said flatly, placing each glass on the table in front of the masked mercenary with a satisfying tap against the wood. “Bad luck to spill salt. Means the Devil's looking over your shoulder.”

“Who do you think is constantly talking to me anyway? I am not exactly dressed like Sanata Claus”

The older woman didn't react, remaining all business and no nonsense. “Okay, so that's a shot of Jim, a shot of Dewar's, and a pint of Guinness...”

“George Thorogood would be proud.” Wade picked up both shots and poured them into the pint glass, and the bartender frowned.

“Look, hon, I know we've been through this before, but you really can't be wearing that mask in here. It's making the other customers uncomfortable.”

“Tell 'em to deal with it,” he retorted as he lifted the mask just enough to have revealed his scars, only now remembering he had his boyish good looks back.

Wade sighed inwardly as he thought to
himself, right the only good thing that remained from my time as pestilence. Just what the %#!k was I thinking being him. Wade would never admit it. The truth was he regretted everything he did as pestilence as he was certain Logan regretted it too, he just pictured the broody old man sitting at a bar right now betting himself up over Jean. He removed his mask as he spoke sarcastically to the bar tender.

“can’t deprieve the world of my boyish good looks now can I.”

The bartender sighed again and shook her head, mildly annoyed, and took her leave. She realized there was no point in arguing with this costumed lunatic, and she still had a long night ahead of her.

Wade hung his mask from his belt as he lifted his lifted the glass to his lips and slugged a bit of the mixture back, leaning comfortably against the backrest of the booth. Alcohol didn't have much of an effect on him these days, his healing factor made easy work of that, but it was calming to sit back with a drink in hand and not think for a while. Not to say that he couldn't get drunk – he just had to consume a near lethal dose of booze in a very short amount of time to get anywhere. Wade had tested this once when he was still hung up on Theresa Cassidy, but the end results were...not so great, to say the least.

He gulped down more of the drink, eyeing the salt still scattered about. With his free hand, he took a small pinch of it in between the pads of his fingers, and nonchalantly flicked it over his shoulder. “Could always use a change of luck,” he mused to himself with a short chuckle.

Just then one of the only none broken TV’s broke through with a news flash. Across the bottom of the screen a message scrolled buy with hell scenes being depicted? If Wade hadn’t know any better he would have thought it was a war zone, but no this was New York and none other then purifiers and sentimental going after now what looked like a hospital with kids. Wade knew exactly where he was heading now.

He threw money down on the table and looked over to the bar so that many others could hear him.

“There is kids in that hospital, I am no one’s hero, but kids are where I draw the line. Who’s coming with me?”

With that Wilson did gain the attention of one bar patron who stood up and looked him in the eyes.

“Well if isn’t Wade Wilson trying to play the hero!”

Pyslocke now stood before him ready for battle as she gave him a smirk.

“Looks like age has done you some good. Now what you say we get out of here and go save some kids”

With that Betsy and Wade teleported to the scene in front of the hospital.

[jade]

“Out of the frying pan into the fryer”

That would be basically what just happened to Pylsocke as she portaled herself into what she could only describe as a chaotic hell scape that included, but was not limited to you guessed it Purifiers and Sentinels. Pyslocke had been in a dive bar earlier looking for Jimmy also known as Warpath when none other then Wade Wilson himself appeared in the middle of it yelling to the group about saving children in a hospital.
Pyslocke had been out of action on this world for a while, but now she was back.

Betsy looked at the scene knowing Wilson would just go in guns blazing, but this time she stopped him and herself using her telepathic energy to scan the entire area. Yes the pain of those feeling and the voices were real and disturbing to Betsy, but right now she couldn’t focus on them. Betsy needed reckon information who was she up against and was there anyone around who was able to help. Just as she scanned the area and picked up on a familiar feeling,
Jimmy. She also picked up on the feelings of the scared children. The doom bots or facile of them were clearing the area for some civilians and innocents to go through a portal while Betsy turned to Wade and brandished a purple Pysonic blade.

“We gotta get in there save the kids,
Then we gotta help Warpath. I don’t have all the details, but whatever is happening deffinetly has to do with whoever is holding Warpath captive.”

With that Pyslocke sprung into action. She looked at Wilson as he slid his mask over her face and turned to Betsy.

“Can you bring us both to the location of the kids first”


Betsy knew exactly where they were and nodded to Wilson using her portal to bring them to the area where the infants were located.