Topic: Mutant Hunt - RPG

Skyler tried not to laugh at Flip’s reaction. It was quite obvious that he wasn’t used to such a level of flirtation. She turned to look at Adrian, “Amateur,” she whispered with a grin as she indicated to Flip with a slight tilt of her head.

Skyler turned her attention to Zayne, “Why don’t you have a ginger beer instead?” She looked pointedly at the waitress who quickly returned with a ginger beer.

Zayne shrugged and started to sip at the beverage.

Skyler picked up her menu and finally decided on something to eat, “I’ll have a chicken schnitzel roll with gravy. Oh and a coke too.”

“What about your figure?” Adrian teased knowing full well that she could shift into any shape she wanted to.

“I’ll grow up rather than out,” Skyler said in response. “Besides I had a pretty hard work out back there. I could use the energy.” She didn’t lie, as changing shape did take a lot of energy and Skyler tended to eat to recharge.

“So what are you having, handsome?” she asked Flip and held back a grin as he blushed.

Later in the day
I'm walking down te street. I look across the street. There's a cafe there called Lola's Cafe. 2 police men move forward and behind me. They both have shotguns.
"We're going to neded to see if you're a mutant so pull down your hood." one of them says.
I do nothing. He reaches for my hood. I allow my flames to come out. My whole body is engulfed in flames. My coat burns but my regular clothes don't because they're fire-proof. He moves backward and aims. I grab the barrel and slam it into his face. He instantly goes unconscious. I spin around and smash the other guy in the face with it. He goes unconscious too. I see another down the street. I throw the gun at him. It hits him in the face, and he goes unconscious.
This all happens in the span of a minute

Blackout sprinted across the street, past the cafe, and dove into the alley behind it.  He scanned the wall, until he found what he was loking for; the door that led to the kitchen; used, usually, b the cooks when they threw the old ingredients into the dumpster behind the building.  Good.  He just had to time everyhing right, and he'd be home free.  He tried the handle of the door; it was unlocked.  This was good.  He casually slipped inside, draining the light from his immediate area, to make him seem as nothing more than a large shadow.  He drained the light from the kitchen, and cafe area with ease, making it look that a power conduit had blown.  While the staff franticly worked to fix it, Blackout made off with some small goods and food, held in a bag he had also taken. 

As he was about to leave, he noticed, through the kitchen's gloom, a group of four sitting around a table, every aspect of their body language devoted to remaining concealed, it seemed, except for the one guy, who looked like he belonged in the army.  Blackout smiled; he had been the same, long ago, now though, he had mastered the art of hiding in plain sight; if they can't see, you can't be seen.  He was about to leave yet again, when another thing caught his attention.  A human-sized bug making its way to the cafe.  He sighed; things weren't really going totally his way these days; couldn't one scavenger get a little to eat without someone else stealing his food.

The man made it to the door first and threw himself threw one of the windows, in a desprate attemt to get away. The man made it just before a bug swooped down, and then darted away. Appearing to be just a blur. The woman wasnt so lucky. Just before she reached the door, a blur came from the roof catching her up and away, before anyone could move. There was blood curiling scream, and then a sickening crunching sound.

Then everyone panicked.

Flip was losing his cool. He'd lost his nerves twice, his cheeks still red from the last time. Geez, I can sneak up on guys with automatics outnumbered 5 to 1, and take them all out, but I can't talk to a pretty girl. He determined to try harder. "I'll have whatver you're having, beautiful." Flashing a suave grin. "Besides, I love coke. And I think my figure'll be alright," he said, flexing goofily. Zayne rolled his eyes yet again at the antics of his incorrigible friend. Just then, a window shattered, a scream let out, and all hell broke loose...

While Noah was indeed impressed by the robot, he did have one concern.

"Bill..." He said to the scientist, taking him aside. "Like you said, I did see 'that one movie', and frankly I didn't like how it turned out. What's to keep this thing from killing humans if it feels the need?"

"Defense parameters hardwired into its brain. It immediately analyzes any all human beings in the immediate vicinity to see if they possess the mutant gene, and is only capable of killing a mutant. There are...I guess what can only be described as a subconscious urge not to kill humans programmed inside it." ((Revan, if you've got a prob with this, I'll edit.))

"Good. Don't wanna have to fight an army of mutants and robots at the same time."

"Commander." ATOne spoke suddenly. "I am detecting a large number of mutated humanoinds near our location, at a restaurant called 'Lola's Cafe.' Sensors estimate 6 mutant organisms in close proximity of eachother. Shall I ivestigate/terminate?"

"Not quite yet." Noah said, grabbing his walkie-talkie. "As impressive as you me and Squint would be together in the heat of battle, I don't like the sound of two-to-one odds, especially with muties. I'll call in some reinforcements, a tank or two, then we'll send them right back into hell."

Noah made the call.

(Changed Abbadon's apearance slightly, he has a tail. Hope you dont mind MA)

Before Arista could answer, there was a scream, and Abaddon felt a wave of fear and pain.It was faint, so it was distant. "I'm going to go see what that was, care to join me?" Arista looked undecided, she wanted to keep looking for the kid. "The kid is probably safe, besides, what harm could we do?"  She looked around agian. "Well, fine, if you dont want to go do the whole hero thing with me then fine. Just watch out for soldiers. Please." Abaddon jumped up, leaping from wall to wall until he reached the roof. "Wait!"  He turned and looked down, grinning behind his mask. "Take the steets or the rooftops?" He asked.

((Tails rock, I don't mind.  What does it look like?))

Blackout took one look at the shattering window, and leaped for the dark corner of the room, draining the light from it as he did so.  He stuffed his face with some bread, chugged a cup of water, and then stood; his hunger sated for now.  His curiosity, however, had just been perked.  He had seen the bug, and then they moved, like a blur, and he had lost trak of them.  Right after that, the window had shattered.  He checked to see if his blades were loose enough in their scabbards, and stalked out from the corner, carefully aproaching the window.  It didn't matter if he was spotted now; everyone was panicking anyways, and the bugs were taking mst of the attention anyhow.

I stop my flames. I look down at the policemen.
They're Gunna have a headache when they wake up, I think.
I look at the cafe again.  I see bugs. Everyone's panicking
This is strange. Why is this bug in front of the cafe? I think

(Messing up the continuity peter, there are bugs outside please pay attention to detail)

(Same as your guy's but red Its on the apearance I think)

"Commader, 3 new mutants have entered the fray. I suggest you order in neccesary reinforcements." ((That's Adeptus, peter, and Net who just entered the fray)

"Thanks for the tip, ATOne." Noah did so posthaste.

Adrian was up and had his M4A1 out fast.  He began mowing down the bugs that came in the window.  They were oddly resilient.  Adrian sighed.

"See if you can stand up to this!"

He grabbed one of the bugs by the face.  He felt the soul of the bug leave the body as it flowed into his hands.  The eyes changed from their vibrant buggy green to a dull grey.  The skin whithered and shrank losing its color and becoming an ashen grey.  Ahh.  Much better.  Spotting a darting bug he clothes-lined it and slammed it to the grund, pulling out a K-Bar out of his shoe pocket and gutting the thing.  Releasing blasts into fray of bugs he saw several go down.  One of the bugs punched him.  Abosrbing all kinetic energy he released it back packing much more of a punch.  This was the most fun he's had in ages.  He looked over to Flip who was hurling forks and knives at the bugs and nailing him in the forehead.  Skyler seemed to be holding her own but she was lacking weapons.

"Hey Skyler catch!"

He tssed a small side arm of his to her which she caught and immediately began firing.

I see the mutants fighting the bugs. I decide to help them.I allow my fire to come on, grab my longsword and jump into the fray. I slash one's head off and when i see one look at me I unleash my fire on it till it dies. I tackle one of them.
"Die!" I yell.

They had taken the rooftops, they were safer. Upon reaching the general area they saw a group of bugs attacking a cafe. Abaddon pulled off the blind fold, he didnt exactly like the idea of missing something during this, and a bug might grab it. Arista looked over, and did a double take, she hadn't seen his eyes before. "Ok, here we go." Abaddon said, pulling the staff from his back and diving down into the fight. He swung quickly, cracking a bug in the face. One of them pounced on a running man impaling him with it's tail. A second later the man rose, his clothes hanging from him. Apparently these thing could change people. He spun around quickly, barely avoiding a jab from one of the creature's tails. There were other mutants here, this made it better, less work.

Zayne and Flip were debating whether to help, as Adrian and Skyler were doing a good job. Flip seemed to watch Skyler a bit too much.

"You sure you want a chick who can take you out like that?" and Zayne snapped his fingers as to exemplify.

"Hey, a woman who can fight is my kind of gal." said Flip while he continued to watch.

"Woah, Flip, I'm hearing something again..."

"What now, Xavier?"

Zayne looked odd at Flip, knowing what he meant. "Sounds like a phone call, and a robotic voice. I think it's something to do with us."

"Hmm, we'd best tell the others. Then scram. Of course we should stick with them, so we have more numbers."

"You really don't wana give up, do ya?" and Zayne had a little laugh to himself as they went to tell the others.

I get up and pick up my longsword.  The bugs screaming, I strike it and it dies. I see a stinger coming at me, dodge right then cut the stinger off. I run forward and stab my sword into it. I stab another in the back, get attacked by a stinger, let go of my sword and dodge. A few stingers attack me and i flip around a bug. I grab it's shoulder and the stingers go into it. After a few seconds I see it's back cracking. A few seconds later the stingers come through.
That could've been me, i'm gunna have to be a bit more careful, I think.
I move around the bug and kill all the bugs who's stinger attacked me with my fire. I run for my sword and pull it out of the dead bug's back. Then I see that the bugs are pushing me toward the cafe.
"You bugs are persistent aren't you?" I say.

((Maybe a little more human sounding when he talks, not so robotic.))

The Terminator's head turned slightly. "Call me Arnold." 

((lol))

((Fett_II, I like the post, but Flip is in the fray...not debating on whether to help))

Skyler was glad to have the pistol. She’d been using her telekinesis to assist her in dispatching the bugs but the pistol required a lot less effort. She moved closer to Adrian until they stood back to back. That way they both knew that nothing was going to attack them from behind.

“Where did these come from?” Skyler asked as she took out a bug with a clean shot to its head.

“Beats me,” Adrian replied.

“Are you going to help?” Skyler asked Flip and Zayne who seemed more interested in watching their moves. Or in Flip’s case he seemed most interested in her moves.

Adrian mistook her, “I am helping.”

“Not you, I meant our new friends.” Skyler informed him.

“Oh I see,” Adrian said as he took out another bug.

“You do realise that this tally is separate to the last one, right?” Skyler said as she continued to count how many kills she’d scored. The truth was she was trying to ignore how good it felt to be in contact with Adrian. She’d always had a crush on him since their first meeting but doubted that there could be anything between them. He had too many secrets he didn’t seem willing to share. So instead she had started up the games of playful banter and casual flirting.

As Skyler took out another few bugs she briefly remember their first meeting. She’d been hitching a ride on an empty train carriage, it had been one of the types that generally carried goods rather than people. She’d thought that the carriage was empty but Adrian had been lurking in the shadows. She had immediately thought he was a guard and tried to dispatch him, however Adrian had put up an impressive fight.

Being an ex-Seal he’d taken her down pretty quickly. He’d explained to her that he was also a mutant. She’d been in her true form at the time. Her purple hair and tinted skin had made it pretty obvious to what she was. While on the train they’d talked and Adrian had shown her some moves that she’d imprinted to memory.

Her mind returned to the present and she turned to take out a bug that was sneaking up on Flip. He looked surprised but thankful. Skyler thought Flip was kinda cute but she wanted to know if there could be anything more between Adrian and her.

John could see the fight at the café down the street.  He stopped his car and watched for a moment. Why are you all fighting a brother mutant?? His sharp eye’s scanned the area and saw the mauled and lifeless body of............ is that a woman?  Hard to tell now on the sidewalk near the ally exit.  Though he felt in dishonorable to kill a woman unless she made herself part of the conflict, even a human one, he couldn’t imagine why so many mutants had decided to fight their brother’s over it. She’s human.......... what do you think she wanted for you? An even more brutal end if she had her way, no doubt.

He considered joining the fray, but which side to choose? No, back to my business.  There is no side to be taken for me when it’s mutant against mutant............... my war is with the humans. This will further serve to distract the guards and police away from me.

Shifting back into gear, John sped off to the next bank on his list

Arista was glad to be around other mutants but she let the poison leach from her skin. It was time to rid the world of some vermin.

(Sorry about the short post, had to run.)

*hmmmmmmm. . . . been doing some re-reading.  I think this 'pitched battle' has gotten out of hand.  Mandal clearly said:

So unless I missed something, you all have been killing a lot of bugs that don't exist.  Just trying to keep the story strait.  If I did miss something, sorry for the interuption.*

Noah Squint and Arnold were standing on a rooftop not far from the bedlam at the cafe. Noah spied the battle through some binoculars.

"Should we go get 'em?" Squint asked, not having any binoculars.

"The mutants are...fighting eachother. I say we just wait till it dies down, see if they kill eachother first, then go in and wipe what's left of 'em clean." Noah commanded.

They had dwindled to bug poplation quite a bit, Abaddon didnt know how many there were at first, but apparently they had changed plenty of the cafe's patrons. One of them paused, and turned, making a loud chittering sound. Unanamously the others fled their fights, jumping onto rooftops and fleeing. Abaddon was unsure if it was a feint, he stopped, holding his staff, slightly crouched ready for the things to come back.

((That's what I was thinking.  But I was going on the premise that whenever they sting people they immediately turn into a bug.  There are some holes in that but meh.  3 can quickly turn into 6 which turns into 12 etc.  I hope Mandal approves.))

"Yes, that would give us the tactical advantage. Now, I must go retreive the weaponry from my automobile." The Terminator made his way off the roof and dropped to the ground next to his Black Dodge Charger. He opened the trunk and examined the guns, and decided on the P90 SMG, Barrett .50 Cal. and brushed chrome .50 AE Desert Eagle. Arnold half-grinned as he racked the bolt of the M82A1 and put it on his back.

((I'll add more to this later, kinda in a hurry.))

Flip was in the zone at last. He had started out chucking forks and knives at the ever-growing number of bugs, but had gotten distracted when the gorgeous redhead he'd just been flirting with suddenly went a bit purple. It threw him off a bit, and he stopped fighting in his distraction. Once he had gotten over it though, he started fighting, at first making a mistake that Skyler had to bail him out of, but then getting the ebb and flow of things. He began flipping off bugs, the ground, the wall, anything, all the while shooting bugs with perfect accuracy with the pistol he had grabbed out of his thigh holster. One bug came at him in a rush, so he turned around and ran at the wall of the cafe. Running up the wall, he then backflipped off it, getting two rounds off in mid-flip at the now-confused bug. He landed on another bug, and shot it through the head while standing on it. Turning quickly he flashed a "are you impressed yet?" grin at Skyler.

((Okay Rev since you left so fast I'm going to assume you've set up a position))

Adrian was unsure of what to do.  The bugs which had started off small were multiplying faster than they could kill them.  All of a sudden a bang was heard and simultaneously a bug flew apart.  Odd.  That wasn't from the direction of anyone else, it looked like it came from outside.  He looked outside and saw no one.  It only meant one thing.

"SNIPER!  GET DOWN!"

All the others who heard him were down on the ground in an instant.  The bugs who obviously understood him left the building really fast.  Adrian crawled to the door and opened it a crack peering in the direction of a shot.  Sure enough there was a man up on the building across from them with an M82 searching for another target.  He motioned to Flip who crawled over.  He handed him his M4. 

"Flip, I would be hard pressed to make this shot can you?"

"Are croissants crescents?"  He said taking the gun.

"What?"

"Oh sorry that was a French saying."

Adrian rolled his eyes. "Just take the shot."

"Oui, oui, monsieur."

Flip checked the chamber, then looked through the scope, trying to stay hidden at the same time. He poked the barrel of the rifle in the sniper's direction, then he saw a muzzle flash. Luckily, his rapid reflexes kicked in, and he snapped his head to the side, using his muscle coordination to keep from snapping his neck. The shot went through where milliseconds earlier his head had been, sending up an explosion of tile and concrete shrapnel from the cafe floor behing him. Quickly he brought the rifle up, aimed and fired. Nothing happened. Flip had hit his target, but looking through his scope, he saw an intact head, with only a bit a silver showing between his eyes wher skin had been earlier. Whatever Flip had done, the sniper wasn't taking any more shots, but he was still moving. Flip took the oppurtunity, "Everyone! Go out the back door, get behind the building! I don't what we're dealing with here, but it's not dying!"

There was a mad rush for the back door, and as they were behing the cafe safely, a confused Flip stood, lost in thought, oblivious to the questions coming his way.

Blackout watched most of the fight with curiosity.  There were a couple bugs in the cafe, and there was a general air of combat.  He whistled; these guys had some serious power.  One of them seemed to be invincible, and released pink-ish energy every time he was hit.  Another never seemed to miss when he attacked, and yet another seemed to be throwing things without beinh anywhere near them.  The last one, a woman, simply held a pistol, and shot.  There had been this other guy who had dove in, all on fire, holding a longsword.  This confused Derek; how could someone on fire hold a longswod without melting it?  Ah well. 

He slipped a sword out of his sheath, and twirled it absently in his hand.  There was more action in the streets now, and a couple humans (as far as he could tell) were approaching, pistols and crowbars in hand.  His first thought was tokill them, but he realized that this would be senseless.  The humans would get ripped apart if they got into this mess.  With a mighty leap, Blackout shot through the open window, and stood in front of the approaching gang.  ((This gang isn't anyone important, just some random mutie-killing humans))

"I suggest you stay back; you will get hurt if you get in there."

The leader snorted.  "Yeah, right.  You just want to let yer mutie friends kill some pure-blood humans.  Get outta our way, or yer gonna pay."

Blackout shrugged, "I'm staying right here. You should go back.  Don't go in there."

The other man spat at Blackout.  "Get out of my way demon-boy!"

Blackout shrugged, and unsheathed his second sword with a spinning flourish.  The gang moved on some unspoken command, charging at him with weapons raised.  He met the crowbars with one sword, and used the other to parry another.  And then he moved, like a streak of black, never standing still more than half of a second, his blades moving like twin windmills, parrying and striking, only to incapacitate, not to kill this time.  Sometime during the fight, he heard the report of a powerful rifle going off, although not at him, luckily.  He concentrated on fighting.  When the gang had either fallen, or fled, Blackout stopped, and sheathed his weapons. 

His shoulder ached, and he knew that at least three bullets had struck him, although thankfully not anywhere critical.  It was onyl then that he noticed the little boy on the street, staring at him with curiosity.  Beside him was a woman lying dead, and a man with a bullet in his heart.  The woman looked like she had been killed by one of the bugs, and the man had probably been shot in the confusion of the gang fight.  Blackout told himself that he should just leave, and walk away.  But a voice in his head told him that this boy was the son of the two dead people.

He sat in the corner of his room, protected by the shadows.  His knees were drawn up to his neck, and his arms were wrapped around them.  His red eyes were wide as he sared out through the window at the swinging body of his mother, and the corpse of his father lying dead in the street.  He was alone now.

He couldn't leave the boy alone.  Blackout sighed, and walked over to where the boy stood defiantly.  The little boy spoke calmly to him.

"Hi.  I'm Tom.  My Mommy and Daddy are dead."

Blackout was shocked at how casually the boy said that.  "How do you know?"

"They always said  that a dang mutie would be the one to make them dead.  The dang bug mutie got mommy, and another one shot daddy, I think.  Are you a dang mutie?"  He said it so innocently, as if he had been prepared for the day when his parents died.  Blackout choked for a second, and then answered the question.

"Yes.  I'm a mutant."

"Are you going to make me dead too?"

"No.  I don't kill kids."

"Is it true that dang muties eat our brains?"

"I don't.  I don't know, some of us might.  But not me."

As he was talking one member of the gang that had attacked him came back, and saw him talking to Tom.

"Die you mutie scum!"  He aimed his gun at Tom's head, believing him to be a child mutant, and knowing that the children were the future for the mutants.  The adults would die soon enough, he thought.  Blackout moved like black lightning, leaping across the road, and knocking the man to the ground.  His knee hit the man's temple, and sent him to the ground.  A right cross to the jaw followed up with an uppercut knocked the man unconscious.  Seeing ths with an expression of mild interest, Tom spoke up.

"Why was he going to shoot at me?"

"He thought you were a mutant."

"But you didn't let him.  Why?"

"Because--I don't want to let them make you dead."

"I thought dang muties hated humans like me."

"Not all of us."

Blackout held out his hand to the boy, who took it gingerly, as if expecting it to bite him.  Blackout smiled, and then walked away, heading to his home on the rooftops.  He would care for the child there for the day, and then find out where his nearest relatives lived.  Then he would hand the boy over to them.  It was too dangerous to be around mutants these days, and this child was innocent, adn did not deserve the persecution of being associated with Derek.  Derek would make sure that the boy would not pay for being seen with him.

Adrian tookout his binocs and observed the enemy sniper take a shot at Flip, who miraculously dodged it.  Flip then lined up his shot and took it nailing the man in his forehead.  But the thing only appeared dazed.  The skin was scraped away to reveal a shiny metal surface.  Flip shouted.

"Everyone! Go out the back door, get behind the building! I don't what we're dealing with here, but it's not dying!"

Adrian signaled everyone to go but they needed no singalling.  They were back there and Adrian and Flip made their way back.  Flip absent-mindedly handed Adrian his gun.  He didn't respond to any of the questions Zayne and Skyler asked so Adrian answered.

"As Flip said that thing isn't human.  Which means it can only be one of two things.  It is either a mutant who is siding with the humans or something we haven't seen yet.  I would think the latter as no mutant would be that stupid.

"I say we split up.  We'll al go to my place and pick up some weaponry.  Zayne and Flip will go with each other and myself and Skyler will stay paired up.  And you two."  He regarded the one with wings and a tail, and the one with spots on her.

The girl spoke up.  "I'm Arista.  And this is James."

"You two can stay together and lastly the flaming man.  You can go with Flip and Zayne."

"Gotcha."

"All right my place isn't far.  About 5 blocks.  We need to get there as fast as possible.  Follow.  But try to keep up."  He started off at a full sprint across the alleyway so he couldn't be seen from the main street.

Noah's walkie-talkie crackled to life.

"Commander, one of the mutants spotted me. He took a shot, but I am fine. They know we're here, I suggest we act immediately." Arnold's voice came in. Odd, Noah hadn't given Arnold a walkie-talkie.

"Er....right. Hold your position, try and pick 'em off from afar." Noah clicked a swithc on the radio, changing its frequency. "Team Nimrod this is Stryker, do you copy?"

"Copy, sir. Team Nimrod in position."

"Excellent. Open the hatch and procede attempts at aprehension and/or termination of the mutants. No civilian casualties, or its your head. Understood?"

"Understood sir. Please move to the edge of the roof."

Noah and Squint moved to the edge of the roof as advised, in time to watch the roof of the building split in half down the middle, and the two halves rose into the sky on hinges at opposite ends of the roof. From this opening, three black hawk helicopters, each filled GI's specifically armed to take down mutants, ascended into the air.

" Nimrod this is Stryker. Remember we have an estimated 8 mutants. I want zero civilian deaths and minimal property damage. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir." Came the reply from the other end of the line.

Adrian looked up at the sky.  Copters.  They were scanning the area.  Perfect.

"Everyone stay low," he hissed, "My place isn't too much farther.  Quick.  Stealth isn't an option anymore."

He began off at full tilt.  Flip was right behind him.  Followed by James.  The rest were keeping up quite well.  Adrian took a sharp left.  He arrived at an apartment.  Leaping up the fire escape he pulled himself up to the second story.  Everyone else followed suit.  He looked at one of the windows.  Smashing the glass he made his way in.  Helping everyone through he stopped once everyone was in.  He made his way to a closet and pulled out a giant chest.

"My weapons cache."  He opened it to find  multitude of military weapons.  The walls of the closet also folded in to reveal even more.

((Okay so we have for choice
4 MP5N (Submachine gun)
1 M82A1  (I'll be takin this one)
2 M4A1 SOPMOD (Basic Rifle(M203 attachment available))
2 RPG (Highly suggest someome take one of these for helis)
1 M249 SAW (Light machine gun)
4 Dester Eagles Mark XIX .50 cal AE (Pistol)
2 W1200 (Shot gun)
4 M9 pistol
8 Grenades
8 Flashbangs
4 Smoke
They all include extra ammo.  So that's quite a bit.  If there is any major things I missed let me know.))

Adrian grabbed the M82A, a Desert Eagle and some more ammo for his M4A1.  He still had some grenades and flashbangs so he didn't need any.

( reguarding the number of bugs: yeah thats fine with me,)

The bugs regrouped on a near by roof top, and then retreated down a near by swear hole, this battle wasnt worth loosing the whole hive.

As soon as the bugs arrived to the part of the swears that they had made there nest, the excess bugs were quickly eaten by the others, so only four remained.

James looked over the weapons, he had replaced the blindfold, no one had seen his eyes apparently, usualy people stared when the did. He reached forward and grabbed the SAW. It was a nice weapon, could be considered heavy but, he was himself.

uI take a desert eagle, 3 grenades, and a m4ai with a m203 attachment. 
"Hey guys, I forgot to say i'm Aegob." I say while examing my weapons.

Tom proved useful.  He ended up giving a virtual list of next-of-kin's, and it didn't take too much time or effort to convince the boy that he was visiting Uncle John for now.  The boy was excited, and complied readily with any instructions Blackout gave him.  Soon Tom stood three houses down from his Uncle's home.

"This is it now, Tom.  Tell them what happened, but don;t say anything about me, okay?"

"Okay Derek.  You know, you're not such a bad dang mutant after all."  And then Tom skipped off down the street, leaving Blackout to grin after him.  Children like that were worth fighting for; they didn't deserve to grow up in a life of war.  As he wound his way back through the streets, he smiled widely.  There was good in this  world after all.  His epiphany was cut short at the sounds of combat helicopters roaring by overhead.  he was dragged quite painfully back to the fact that humans and mutants were in fact, at war with each other.  And that war came before thinking blissfully about the future.  He set his jaw, and dimmed the light around him to make it harder to detect him, and walked on.

((Hey, would it be okay if I made a Sentinel (X-Men) type character to hunt Blackout?))

Adrian looked around at the others.  He saw everyone going through trying to get their weapons.  BUt someone was missing.  Skyler.  He scanned the room and saw his bedroom door opened.  Making his way to the door he pushed it opened.  She was going through a small cardboard box he kept under the bed.  In it he had kept all of his personal possessions from the 500 years of his life.  She was holding some pictures a World War 1 and 2 medals.  Skyler put them down and began looking at more stuff.  She saw him and stopped rummaging but couldn't put some stuff back.  He quickly made his way over to her and grabbed the box to keep her from getting to the deeper stuff.  That was were all the older stuff was kept.  His mind was madly working up an excuse.  She pointed to the picture of his platoon.   She had found him.

"Both of these men look exactly like you.  One is dated 1917 and the other 1942!"

"My grandfather.  He served in World War Two..  As his father served in World War One."

"Strong family resemblance.  I could have sworn that was you."

"What can I say.  Better grab some weapons before they are gone."

"All right.  See you out there handsome."

Noah, Squint, and Arnold were riding in one of the copters, searching for mutants.

"You got a lock on 'em yet?" Noah asked Arnold.

"One, the bug one, I think, has retreated underground. Another is walking along the street. Should we confront him?"

"Nah, let's get as many at once as we can."

"5 of them are in an apartment building just over there." Arnold said, pointing at an apartment complex.

"Let's go bag and tag 'em, boys."

((Before we go again just let everyone grab their weapons))

Flip looked disappointed. "You have any sniper rifles?" he asked, hopefully.

(Good idea Mando, I figured that there should be mutants who sided with humans, but they were wiped out. however, mutant vs mutant works out well too.)

Zayne picked up the shotgun, along with a few more rounds.

"So, we're really going all out, huh?"

"You bet."

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Squint was sitting in the copter, hands on his gun, ready to fire at will. In his head, he was already imaging the triumphant victory of the militia, and all mutants being wiped out or put into slavery.

"Ah only this one sorry."  He hefted the M82, "but you can hit anything with everything.  So why does it matter?"

"I-I-ummm, I name them... And I lost my last one. Her name was... n-n- nevermind, it's stupid." Flip said with emotion.

((It wasn't gonna be a mutant.  More of an earlier attempt at Revan's character, a robot that hunts muties.  If it's alright, I'll post his specs))

Blackout heard the choppers pass overhead again, a couple of them moving in on a single area.  A higher concentration of mutants?  Who knew, but what he did know was that they were in danger, adn he had an obligation to help.  He began to run.

James looked over at Flip, an eyebrow raised. "You name your guns?" Flip looked down "I......yes." he was getting upset it seemed.

"In his defense old Bessie here served me quite well in Iraq."  He patted the sniper.  Picking up one of the M4A1's he tossed it to Flip.

"The ACOG is a good sight."

Flip mulled it over.

"Um, okay. Ummmm, I'll attach it to the M4A1, please."

Adrian handed him the rifle.

"Thanks." Then he said, below his breath, "Hey there, Skyler..." stroking the gun all the while. Smiling, he tried out the sight.

((ACOG was attached but whatever.))

James watched as Skyler walked in, the best part of the blindfold was that no one cold see what you were looking at. Not that anyone could tell what he was looking at anyways, his eyes were completely blank, seemingly unseeing. He grinned, and looked back down at the SAW, he was busy familierizing himself with the weapon, learning how to reload, check, clear and put the gun on safe.