Post by The B-Witch on Mar 12, 2011 14:11:39 GMT -5
Mark, Brandy, Linz, (Brandy, again), Zoey, Dan (when he came in)
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*The Schemer was working feverishly trying to re-establish control of the ship before he and the rest on board met a most heated end. The reactor was destroyed...and without it...the ship could not maintain orbit. However....the Schemer had another way to keep them from being destoryed.*
The retor rockets. They will get us through the atmosphere.....but after that. *The was only one thing to prevent them from falling to earth.*
Hard Core!! Use the computer in the saferoom to get a fix on our location. Then fly up....catch the ship and use your strength to guide us to earth. Some place ecluded would be nice....where I can work on the reactor and get it rebuilt. The twins are on board with me. Llyron and several vengence crazed super villains are going after the Wobb who are teleporting to other ships with as many prisoners as possible. I believe Lark is among them.
*He hit the rockets...firing off the last bit of the ships reserve power....enough to prevent burnout....but once they got inside watch the hell out....they were going to fall....and fall fast.*
Everyone.....brace yourself...it's going to be bumpy!! Someone attend to my twins girls please.
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She rushes through the headquarters to get to the computer, checking the systems over to see if the Wobb's anti-detection devices had been burnt out, feeling that if the government didn't find it first, she could stop it...maybe park it in Africa where it wouldn't be as noticeable.
"I've got you in sight, darling. Bring my babies home." She wouldn't know what the Wobbs had done to her girls...mostly that she wouldn't get to watch them grow as they had been accelerated to young teens in hopes of their mutant abilities coming forth.
She makes her way down another corridoor, hitting a gate control before grabbing a pressure mask. When the upper gate opens, she bursts upwards into the air, pulling the mask on as she flies towards the upper atmosphere, hoping to get to the falling ship to stop it.
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“I’ll watch them.” She called.
Noreen slid into the door Schemer had indicated, finding instead of two SMALL girls, she found two hormonal teenagers. Lovely. Another one to deal with.
“We’re in for a bumpy ride girls.” She announced as she huddled them close to hold onto them. “We’re almost home though. It will be okay.”
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Both girls stayed silent watching the woman come to them, Hattie curls under a bit more, knowing how to stay safer, Mia brings her closer, petting her sister to try to calm her. She only nods to Noreen.
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The danger is real but she does not mind. She is a fangirl of the Schemer and has total faith in him to get them down safely. For some reason he does not use her much on cases. She beleives he saves her for the big schemes. The truth is she is annoying and the Schemer only turns to her when nobody else is available. This is one of those times.
"Oh the danger! The excitement! The prospect of death at every turn! How perfectly thrilling! Oh Winston you have outdone yourself with this Scheme! And I bet you are going to use this ship for your own devilish plans! You're such a rogue! And you going have your lady love save us by guiding! Pure genius!"
She wants to go take care of the girls but Noreen beats her to it. It is just as well. She is busy taking notes as the Schemer rattles off one bit of genius after another. She must write this all down. There is so much to learn fom him.
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*The Schemer got them through the outer protective layers of planets atmosphere....but the now they were through the heated barriers....and hitting sky.*
Hard Core!! Now!! And be careful!! The hull will be superheated!! It might be enough to burn even you!!
*He turned and noted that Noreen had hold of the children. Children?? Nay! the Wobb had aged them....bring them to their sexual prime for the use of duplication and reproduction. Horrible beyond belief. His little girls...aged!! Now he knew how Heatseeker and Arctic must feel. d**n the Wobb....d**n them to hell. He would need too.....
That was as far as he could go with his thoughts....as that annoying sub-agent in training Lisa Quinn droning tones rattled on endlessly.*
mindless magpie!! You prattle on as if cursed by a chatting spell. Will you simply shut the hell up!!!
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She could see the still glowing hull of the Wobb ship. She winces a bit as she pulls her self back, then strikes back up against the ship to force it to slow down. "Brace for a few impacts in there."
She holds herself firmly in the air, then slams herself against the ship, quickly pulling herself back, feeling the sweat on her skin sizzle, then freeze from the high atmosphere. She circles back and hits the ship again, starting to dent the impact location, pieces of the burning hull falling away as she forces an airpocket to build in it's forward section.
She pulls herself back away to look towards the ground, trying to figure out how to adjust the ship's angle a bit more. She was fairly sure that she could hit the desert, but she'd have to make impact adjustments on the fly...
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The impacts were jolting the ship’s passengers just as much and Noreen rid to keep herself and the girls steady all the while trying to be nice and make the whole thing… well, I was still going to be traumatic, but hopefully, less so. “You two did grow up o be very lovely. I have a daughter about your age. Maybe you three can… play together, or something?” she tried with a small smile.
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They blink at Noreen, Mia nods, letting a slight smile cross her lips. Hattie blinks at the notion and furrows her brow at mention of the woman having a daughter, picturing the girl and scows slightly beneath her sister thinking about their father.
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She finds herself a seat and twists like a python into it. She buckles up knowing it is likely to be a hard landing. The Schemer yells at her but still a odd grin plays across her soft, lovely features. She does not take it personally, She has seen the Schemer work before. He screams at everyone, even his girlfriends. Genius needs to be allowed room to operate. It must be difficult working with people a 100 times more stupid than you.
Outside the ship Hard Core grabs the craft and it rattles around shaking her in seat. It is all quite thrilling. Like riding a one of the tower coasters at the amusement park or being in a minor earthquake. She lives for these moments. A person is never more alive than when they are facing the threat of death.
"Oh such drama! Hard Core guiding us to the ground! Can she steady the ship? Can Noreen keep the two girls safe? Can the Schemer's genius save us! It is like a cliffhanger ending! I can hardly wait to see how it all comes out!
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Prodigy was no where to be seen, his atomic structure was completely vaporized in the blast, as the ship fell through the sky fire licked over the edges of the ship, particles of metal began to flair from the hull and in the insides began to heat up and rumble as the outside began to take on a hot glow of red and yellow. As the juggernaut roared through the air it left a hot trail of red and yellow flames as a smokey tail that whispered behind it's quake.
The ship continued to plummet through the sky...hot sections of the outer hull melting and flying off and then a large rumble was heard and another...the ships speed slowing down in it's fall. A soft blue glow began to wrap around the ship...it becoming stronger and stronger, and the voice of Prodigy could be heard screaming out in agony through the halls of the ship as if he were dying. As the ship continued to spin and spiral more pieces began to fly off...the inner hull crumbling as the ship slowed down more and more....until finally the ship touched down atop the head of George Washington on Mt. Rushmore...the ship buckling partially, looking like a fedora that sunk over the head of the first president...an explostion occuring around his eyes that made it look like a mask covered them...the ship rocking and the sound of Prodigy screaming again was heard through the ship like a ghost wailing from his grave...
As the ship nestled gently against the mountain top...the blue glow around the ship ceased to exist, washing away...and with it the presence of Prodigy seemed to disappear as well...silence heard, minus the sounds of pops and sparks from many of the computer terminals inside the wobb ship...
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*The Schemer was tossed about within the interior of the ship.....ended up in a far corner of the reactor room....somewhat shaken..but still unharmed. He had absolutely no idea that anyone other than his soon to be wife Hard Core had anything to do with the landing.
From the top of Washington's head....he glanced out the window and recognized the landscape. His first reaction was to address Hard Core on the matter.*
Darling...thank you for the save...but my word....why did you bring us down in so public a place.
*Almost as an afterthought...he recalled his daughters...and turned to Noreen.* Are you alright?? The girls?? Are they.......
*He never finished the sentence....he did not need to to. His silence said it all.*
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She furrows her brow as she sees the ship turning blue...and hears the scream. "Tommy..." She eases out of the way of the ship and follows it downward, watching for military forces that may have noticed it's American decent...to South Dakota. The boy was insane...and she could hear the pain of what he was doing. She follows the ship, staying out of it's flaming wake having to fight just to keep pace with it before it slows...then settles on Washington's head.
She blinks seeing the image the ship leaves on it,"great...another national landmark destroyed..."
Then, remembering her children were on board, she swoops down to what looks like it could have been a viewport on the side of the ship and smashes her way inside through it.
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“Fine.” She told Schemer, and repeated the word when she saw Hard Core breaking through. “Everyone is fine here. The girls made it through fine.” She said with a soft smile as she stood and pulled herself away from the console the girls had ducked underneath, unveiling them to their parents.
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Blue Goblin had gotten a message from Prodigy, and was already in persuit to South Dakota...by the time the ship had landed a few moments later his ship arrived, with a cloaking device and a holographic projector set up. The black bird landed atop the mess of an alien ship and the ship was cloaked that the people were on, a holographic projection of the original George Washington on Mount Rushmore created...no government interference would be seen for the time being...unless some foolish rock climber decided to make his ascent up the rocks to fall to his death from having nothing more than a holographic image of some of the rocks to hold onto.
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The girls look at their father, minor bruises covered Harriet from Mia holding on so tightly during the fall. Mia watches Schemer for a moment, then glances to her sister for a moment who simply nods.
"We're alright...father."
Both girls step back some as the see their mother break through a panel to get inside.
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*He nodded toward Noreen....giving her an approving smile. He was of course glad the children were alright....but in his own diseased mind...he was more pleased that Hard Core was not going to be angry with him. He then blew a kiss towards the girls....and telepathically alerted Hard Core that the girls were alright....and where to come find them. It was better than her ripping up the rest of the ship. He needed what was left for his next great caper.
Lost in the thought of what to do with his next great scheme....he forgot to mention to Hard core...the girls had been aged by the Wobb. Noreen could handle that....such talk was best left to the women.
Meanwhile....he knew just how to handle the rest of this situation. The authorities would be here in less than 15 minutes. He had that long to hide the remains of the Wobb ship....thankfully...he had clique safehouse right here on mount rushmore....a hidden lair within Lincoln's nose. If he could only get the ship down there....the air entry blasters would 'sniff' the ship into docking bay within the mountain....there...repairs could begin right under the noses of the government and any meddling superheroes that might show up.*
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She walks in and sees her daughters, furrowing her brow...then she sniffles slightly, but rushes over to her girls, holding both of them, ignoring her darling for the time being...as well as the hypnotic former politician. "My girls..." She reaches up and pulls off the atmosphere mask so they can tell it's her. Then she hugs them both to her again, glancing back towards her beloved.
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“The Wobb… were trying to activate their powers… so they were aged quickly. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” She said gently . “I think it’s a good idea to get down out of here… I really… am creeped out.” She told Hard Core gently.
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"They did not like me. One complained I was normal." Mia sulks a bit, looking at her father, having heard that he was severely pro-mutant...to the point of being anti-human.
Hattie just looks between the people around her, eyes wide, more like a frightened animal for a moment, her lips moving, but only air passing."Momma...I'm scared..." She looked at her father, then to Noreen, then back to her father, "Can you hear me?"
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*The Schemer stood by and allowed Hard Core her reunion with their daughters. He would give her 30 seconds.....nay...a minute to let the te aging of the children sink in...before he would go on to explain his latest Scheme. But then....something happened that altered his current line of thinking. A groan on the far side of the room. He investigated...and there....found one of the Wobb....unconscious. It was likely the one Llyron slammed into a bulkhead before he went after those that held Skylark.
This was perfect. He could get information out of this one. He could be of use repairing the ship....and perhaps....returning the girls back to their proper age.*
Don't worry, hattie. *He told his frightened daughter.* Daddy will make everythin alright.
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She blinks, hearing the voice she''d heard while pregnant. "Hattie...you're telepathic?" She pets Mia, thinking it would be perfectly fine if she were normal...she wouldn't let her father do anything to her. Then she felt the minor pains of a strong grip in the hug and doesn't show it, simply petting her girls again.
"Noreen...we need to get the girls out of here...before the government interference arrives."
She looks back towards Schemer, checking over one of the alien miscreants who stole her babies, anger flaring up as she wanted to tear it apart and leave it's brain to her darling.
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“Hard Core… let him deal with the Wobb. I like your idea of getting the girls out of here.” Of course, it had been HER idea, but the woman was probably stressed over the kids, so she let it slide this time and just let out a sigh. “So you got in… and I’d prefer to not drop like a rock…” she pointed out.
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In the middle of the reactor room Prodigy tried to take form...his body partially materializing for a moment and then the flesh dripped from the bones as he cried out in agony, his voice heard for a moment, and then in a puff of steam what transparent view of Prodigy disappeared.
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No!! Don't take the girls anywhere!! *He told Noreen and Hard Core.* This bastard can help us. He can tell us how to return the girls to their proper age....and repair the ship....giving us a craft powerful enough to bring the govenments of the world to their collective knees!!
Now....Noreen....use your powers on him....and he'll be more than will to help us. Eveyone.....put in earplugs while she employs her powers. We don't need random entracements.
*He paused a moment....thinking he heard prodigy's voice...but then it faded....imagination??*
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Both get up...Mia moves towards Noreen, Hattie staying near her mother.
"Mother can fly us down safely..."
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Hard Core furrows her brow. "Where are we supposed to get random earplugs, exactly, darling?"
She shakes her head, moving the girls towards the way she came in, wondering if Noreen was going to come with them, or help her darling control the Wobbish alien mind.
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She smiles gently and nods to Mia. “I figured that might be the case… unless you would like me to help out…” she directs to Hard Core “I mean, they did have some kind of forcefield that had it work not so well before…” she pointed out and looked back to Schemer. “Can’t we just bring him with and regroup?” she said, moving to follow Hard Core, and her opportunity to get out of the ship.
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He cried out again as he force his body back into existance, the particles in the air shift to the shape of a skeleton...ligaments forming between bones and then organs began to take shape. Muscles slowely began to form and then eyes took shape in the sockets of his skull. Blood began to pump through veins as he gasped for air, his body without skin huffing for breath and collapsing, screaming out in pain and then falling unconscious on the floor, a red mass of a body without skin laying still on the ground unconscious.
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*The Schemer thought a moment....puzzling over the situation and how best to deal with it. The authorities would be here any moment...and heaven knew how much superheroes backup....or weapons they might have.*
Alright....we're going to take the ship up the nostril of Lincoln's head...in the clique safehouse. Hard Core...that's your job. Noreen will watch the girls...and I'll deal with this alien swine.
*He instantly went to do his part. He took out his omniblaster and pointed it at little gray being.* You move...I'll blow your head off. Stand still...and you'll live. You're going to help me with a couple problems that have arisen.
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She nods slightly, then lets her girls move back to Noreen...not that she thought them safer with her, fairly sure her girls could take care of matters if they needed to...as they as toddlers could craft means of defending themselves...and as young women, well, they could be dangerous, only time could tell.
She makes her way back outside of the craft, flying up above it while looking for a way to grip it with enough support to carry it. At least Wobbs made lightweight craft when it came to gravity. She digs her fingers in and pulls the ship and herself upwards, shifting it from Washington's head slowly, hearing the distant screams of tourists watching from down below.
Lincoln's nose...what a strange place...
She lets gravity work against her, lowering the ship towards the entrance to the hidden lair waiting for their guidance system to kick in and inhale the vessel.
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*The Schemer was working feverishly trying to re-establish control of the ship before he and the rest on board met a most heated end. The reactor was destroyed...and without it...the ship could not maintain orbit. However....the Schemer had another way to keep them from being destoryed.*
The retor rockets. They will get us through the atmosphere.....but after that. *The was only one thing to prevent them from falling to earth.*
Hard Core!! Use the computer in the saferoom to get a fix on our location. Then fly up....catch the ship and use your strength to guide us to earth. Some place ecluded would be nice....where I can work on the reactor and get it rebuilt. The twins are on board with me. Llyron and several vengence crazed super villains are going after the Wobb who are teleporting to other ships with as many prisoners as possible. I believe Lark is among them.
*He hit the rockets...firing off the last bit of the ships reserve power....enough to prevent burnout....but once they got inside watch the hell out....they were going to fall....and fall fast.*
Everyone.....brace yourself...it's going to be bumpy!! Someone attend to my twins girls please.
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She rushes through the headquarters to get to the computer, checking the systems over to see if the Wobb's anti-detection devices had been burnt out, feeling that if the government didn't find it first, she could stop it...maybe park it in Africa where it wouldn't be as noticeable.
"I've got you in sight, darling. Bring my babies home." She wouldn't know what the Wobbs had done to her girls...mostly that she wouldn't get to watch them grow as they had been accelerated to young teens in hopes of their mutant abilities coming forth.
She makes her way down another corridoor, hitting a gate control before grabbing a pressure mask. When the upper gate opens, she bursts upwards into the air, pulling the mask on as she flies towards the upper atmosphere, hoping to get to the falling ship to stop it.
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“I’ll watch them.” She called.
Noreen slid into the door Schemer had indicated, finding instead of two SMALL girls, she found two hormonal teenagers. Lovely. Another one to deal with.
“We’re in for a bumpy ride girls.” She announced as she huddled them close to hold onto them. “We’re almost home though. It will be okay.”
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Both girls stayed silent watching the woman come to them, Hattie curls under a bit more, knowing how to stay safer, Mia brings her closer, petting her sister to try to calm her. She only nods to Noreen.
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The danger is real but she does not mind. She is a fangirl of the Schemer and has total faith in him to get them down safely. For some reason he does not use her much on cases. She beleives he saves her for the big schemes. The truth is she is annoying and the Schemer only turns to her when nobody else is available. This is one of those times.
"Oh the danger! The excitement! The prospect of death at every turn! How perfectly thrilling! Oh Winston you have outdone yourself with this Scheme! And I bet you are going to use this ship for your own devilish plans! You're such a rogue! And you going have your lady love save us by guiding! Pure genius!"
She wants to go take care of the girls but Noreen beats her to it. It is just as well. She is busy taking notes as the Schemer rattles off one bit of genius after another. She must write this all down. There is so much to learn fom him.
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*The Schemer got them through the outer protective layers of planets atmosphere....but the now they were through the heated barriers....and hitting sky.*
Hard Core!! Now!! And be careful!! The hull will be superheated!! It might be enough to burn even you!!
*He turned and noted that Noreen had hold of the children. Children?? Nay! the Wobb had aged them....bring them to their sexual prime for the use of duplication and reproduction. Horrible beyond belief. His little girls...aged!! Now he knew how Heatseeker and Arctic must feel. d**n the Wobb....d**n them to hell. He would need too.....
That was as far as he could go with his thoughts....as that annoying sub-agent in training Lisa Quinn droning tones rattled on endlessly.*
mindless magpie!! You prattle on as if cursed by a chatting spell. Will you simply shut the hell up!!!
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She could see the still glowing hull of the Wobb ship. She winces a bit as she pulls her self back, then strikes back up against the ship to force it to slow down. "Brace for a few impacts in there."
She holds herself firmly in the air, then slams herself against the ship, quickly pulling herself back, feeling the sweat on her skin sizzle, then freeze from the high atmosphere. She circles back and hits the ship again, starting to dent the impact location, pieces of the burning hull falling away as she forces an airpocket to build in it's forward section.
She pulls herself back away to look towards the ground, trying to figure out how to adjust the ship's angle a bit more. She was fairly sure that she could hit the desert, but she'd have to make impact adjustments on the fly...
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The impacts were jolting the ship’s passengers just as much and Noreen rid to keep herself and the girls steady all the while trying to be nice and make the whole thing… well, I was still going to be traumatic, but hopefully, less so. “You two did grow up o be very lovely. I have a daughter about your age. Maybe you three can… play together, or something?” she tried with a small smile.
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They blink at Noreen, Mia nods, letting a slight smile cross her lips. Hattie blinks at the notion and furrows her brow at mention of the woman having a daughter, picturing the girl and scows slightly beneath her sister thinking about their father.
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She finds herself a seat and twists like a python into it. She buckles up knowing it is likely to be a hard landing. The Schemer yells at her but still a odd grin plays across her soft, lovely features. She does not take it personally, She has seen the Schemer work before. He screams at everyone, even his girlfriends. Genius needs to be allowed room to operate. It must be difficult working with people a 100 times more stupid than you.
Outside the ship Hard Core grabs the craft and it rattles around shaking her in seat. It is all quite thrilling. Like riding a one of the tower coasters at the amusement park or being in a minor earthquake. She lives for these moments. A person is never more alive than when they are facing the threat of death.
"Oh such drama! Hard Core guiding us to the ground! Can she steady the ship? Can Noreen keep the two girls safe? Can the Schemer's genius save us! It is like a cliffhanger ending! I can hardly wait to see how it all comes out!
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Prodigy was no where to be seen, his atomic structure was completely vaporized in the blast, as the ship fell through the sky fire licked over the edges of the ship, particles of metal began to flair from the hull and in the insides began to heat up and rumble as the outside began to take on a hot glow of red and yellow. As the juggernaut roared through the air it left a hot trail of red and yellow flames as a smokey tail that whispered behind it's quake.
The ship continued to plummet through the sky...hot sections of the outer hull melting and flying off and then a large rumble was heard and another...the ships speed slowing down in it's fall. A soft blue glow began to wrap around the ship...it becoming stronger and stronger, and the voice of Prodigy could be heard screaming out in agony through the halls of the ship as if he were dying. As the ship continued to spin and spiral more pieces began to fly off...the inner hull crumbling as the ship slowed down more and more....until finally the ship touched down atop the head of George Washington on Mt. Rushmore...the ship buckling partially, looking like a fedora that sunk over the head of the first president...an explostion occuring around his eyes that made it look like a mask covered them...the ship rocking and the sound of Prodigy screaming again was heard through the ship like a ghost wailing from his grave...
As the ship nestled gently against the mountain top...the blue glow around the ship ceased to exist, washing away...and with it the presence of Prodigy seemed to disappear as well...silence heard, minus the sounds of pops and sparks from many of the computer terminals inside the wobb ship...
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*The Schemer was tossed about within the interior of the ship.....ended up in a far corner of the reactor room....somewhat shaken..but still unharmed. He had absolutely no idea that anyone other than his soon to be wife Hard Core had anything to do with the landing.
From the top of Washington's head....he glanced out the window and recognized the landscape. His first reaction was to address Hard Core on the matter.*
Darling...thank you for the save...but my word....why did you bring us down in so public a place.
*Almost as an afterthought...he recalled his daughters...and turned to Noreen.* Are you alright?? The girls?? Are they.......
*He never finished the sentence....he did not need to to. His silence said it all.*
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She furrows her brow as she sees the ship turning blue...and hears the scream. "Tommy..." She eases out of the way of the ship and follows it downward, watching for military forces that may have noticed it's American decent...to South Dakota. The boy was insane...and she could hear the pain of what he was doing. She follows the ship, staying out of it's flaming wake having to fight just to keep pace with it before it slows...then settles on Washington's head.
She blinks seeing the image the ship leaves on it,"great...another national landmark destroyed..."
Then, remembering her children were on board, she swoops down to what looks like it could have been a viewport on the side of the ship and smashes her way inside through it.
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“Fine.” She told Schemer, and repeated the word when she saw Hard Core breaking through. “Everyone is fine here. The girls made it through fine.” She said with a soft smile as she stood and pulled herself away from the console the girls had ducked underneath, unveiling them to their parents.
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Blue Goblin had gotten a message from Prodigy, and was already in persuit to South Dakota...by the time the ship had landed a few moments later his ship arrived, with a cloaking device and a holographic projector set up. The black bird landed atop the mess of an alien ship and the ship was cloaked that the people were on, a holographic projection of the original George Washington on Mount Rushmore created...no government interference would be seen for the time being...unless some foolish rock climber decided to make his ascent up the rocks to fall to his death from having nothing more than a holographic image of some of the rocks to hold onto.
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The girls look at their father, minor bruises covered Harriet from Mia holding on so tightly during the fall. Mia watches Schemer for a moment, then glances to her sister for a moment who simply nods.
"We're alright...father."
Both girls step back some as the see their mother break through a panel to get inside.
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*He nodded toward Noreen....giving her an approving smile. He was of course glad the children were alright....but in his own diseased mind...he was more pleased that Hard Core was not going to be angry with him. He then blew a kiss towards the girls....and telepathically alerted Hard Core that the girls were alright....and where to come find them. It was better than her ripping up the rest of the ship. He needed what was left for his next great caper.
Lost in the thought of what to do with his next great scheme....he forgot to mention to Hard core...the girls had been aged by the Wobb. Noreen could handle that....such talk was best left to the women.
Meanwhile....he knew just how to handle the rest of this situation. The authorities would be here in less than 15 minutes. He had that long to hide the remains of the Wobb ship....thankfully...he had clique safehouse right here on mount rushmore....a hidden lair within Lincoln's nose. If he could only get the ship down there....the air entry blasters would 'sniff' the ship into docking bay within the mountain....there...repairs could begin right under the noses of the government and any meddling superheroes that might show up.*
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She walks in and sees her daughters, furrowing her brow...then she sniffles slightly, but rushes over to her girls, holding both of them, ignoring her darling for the time being...as well as the hypnotic former politician. "My girls..." She reaches up and pulls off the atmosphere mask so they can tell it's her. Then she hugs them both to her again, glancing back towards her beloved.
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“The Wobb… were trying to activate their powers… so they were aged quickly. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” She said gently . “I think it’s a good idea to get down out of here… I really… am creeped out.” She told Hard Core gently.
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"They did not like me. One complained I was normal." Mia sulks a bit, looking at her father, having heard that he was severely pro-mutant...to the point of being anti-human.
Hattie just looks between the people around her, eyes wide, more like a frightened animal for a moment, her lips moving, but only air passing."Momma...I'm scared..." She looked at her father, then to Noreen, then back to her father, "Can you hear me?"
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*The Schemer stood by and allowed Hard Core her reunion with their daughters. He would give her 30 seconds.....nay...a minute to let the te aging of the children sink in...before he would go on to explain his latest Scheme. But then....something happened that altered his current line of thinking. A groan on the far side of the room. He investigated...and there....found one of the Wobb....unconscious. It was likely the one Llyron slammed into a bulkhead before he went after those that held Skylark.
This was perfect. He could get information out of this one. He could be of use repairing the ship....and perhaps....returning the girls back to their proper age.*
Don't worry, hattie. *He told his frightened daughter.* Daddy will make everythin alright.
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She blinks, hearing the voice she''d heard while pregnant. "Hattie...you're telepathic?" She pets Mia, thinking it would be perfectly fine if she were normal...she wouldn't let her father do anything to her. Then she felt the minor pains of a strong grip in the hug and doesn't show it, simply petting her girls again.
"Noreen...we need to get the girls out of here...before the government interference arrives."
She looks back towards Schemer, checking over one of the alien miscreants who stole her babies, anger flaring up as she wanted to tear it apart and leave it's brain to her darling.
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“Hard Core… let him deal with the Wobb. I like your idea of getting the girls out of here.” Of course, it had been HER idea, but the woman was probably stressed over the kids, so she let it slide this time and just let out a sigh. “So you got in… and I’d prefer to not drop like a rock…” she pointed out.
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In the middle of the reactor room Prodigy tried to take form...his body partially materializing for a moment and then the flesh dripped from the bones as he cried out in agony, his voice heard for a moment, and then in a puff of steam what transparent view of Prodigy disappeared.
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No!! Don't take the girls anywhere!! *He told Noreen and Hard Core.* This bastard can help us. He can tell us how to return the girls to their proper age....and repair the ship....giving us a craft powerful enough to bring the govenments of the world to their collective knees!!
Now....Noreen....use your powers on him....and he'll be more than will to help us. Eveyone.....put in earplugs while she employs her powers. We don't need random entracements.
*He paused a moment....thinking he heard prodigy's voice...but then it faded....imagination??*
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Both get up...Mia moves towards Noreen, Hattie staying near her mother.
"Mother can fly us down safely..."
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Hard Core furrows her brow. "Where are we supposed to get random earplugs, exactly, darling?"
She shakes her head, moving the girls towards the way she came in, wondering if Noreen was going to come with them, or help her darling control the Wobbish alien mind.
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She smiles gently and nods to Mia. “I figured that might be the case… unless you would like me to help out…” she directs to Hard Core “I mean, they did have some kind of forcefield that had it work not so well before…” she pointed out and looked back to Schemer. “Can’t we just bring him with and regroup?” she said, moving to follow Hard Core, and her opportunity to get out of the ship.
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He cried out again as he force his body back into existance, the particles in the air shift to the shape of a skeleton...ligaments forming between bones and then organs began to take shape. Muscles slowely began to form and then eyes took shape in the sockets of his skull. Blood began to pump through veins as he gasped for air, his body without skin huffing for breath and collapsing, screaming out in pain and then falling unconscious on the floor, a red mass of a body without skin laying still on the ground unconscious.
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*The Schemer thought a moment....puzzling over the situation and how best to deal with it. The authorities would be here any moment...and heaven knew how much superheroes backup....or weapons they might have.*
Alright....we're going to take the ship up the nostril of Lincoln's head...in the clique safehouse. Hard Core...that's your job. Noreen will watch the girls...and I'll deal with this alien swine.
*He instantly went to do his part. He took out his omniblaster and pointed it at little gray being.* You move...I'll blow your head off. Stand still...and you'll live. You're going to help me with a couple problems that have arisen.
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She nods slightly, then lets her girls move back to Noreen...not that she thought them safer with her, fairly sure her girls could take care of matters if they needed to...as they as toddlers could craft means of defending themselves...and as young women, well, they could be dangerous, only time could tell.
She makes her way back outside of the craft, flying up above it while looking for a way to grip it with enough support to carry it. At least Wobbs made lightweight craft when it came to gravity. She digs her fingers in and pulls the ship and herself upwards, shifting it from Washington's head slowly, hearing the distant screams of tourists watching from down below.
Lincoln's nose...what a strange place...
She lets gravity work against her, lowering the ship towards the entrance to the hidden lair waiting for their guidance system to kick in and inhale the vessel.
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