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*************AT ATTENTION**************
<Torrent> @@
<Iceman> @@
<Takillya> @@
<Ripper> @@
<Wildchild> @@
<Hazard> @@
<Forge> @@
*************SIM BRIEF*************
X-FACTOR HAS RETURNED TO BASE, ACCOMPANIED BY ICEMAN. HAZARD IS IN THE MEDLAB, AND HAS NOT SHOWN ANY SIGNS OF PULLING OUT OF HIS COMATOSE STATE.
************SIM START****************
SCENE> 6:00 AM, THE DAY AFTER THE 'RESCUE' OF HAZARD; THE BASE IS QUIET, THE MEMBERS OF X-FACTOR ENJOYING THE FIRST BRIEF RESPITE THEY'VE HAD FOR SEVERAL DAYS. ANYONE WITH ANY SENSE IS ASLEEP.
<Dragon> ::paces idly back and forth in the darkened living room::
<Wildchild> ::Sprawled out, dead asleep, in his bed::
<Torrent> ::is laying on the couch trying to sleep but Drags barely keeps him out of deep sleep::
<Takillya> ::is asleep in his room::
<Hazard> ::lies in the medlab's bed, comatose in metal form, little blinking lights off surrounding machinery reflecting off his skin::
<Dragon> ::glances at Torrent:: You do have a room, yes? ::dry tone::
<Iceman> ::lounges in a chair in the LR:: ((I think they forgot about me...))
<Ripper> ::sits in the war room::
<Torrent> ::rubs his eyes::Blah! ::Gets up and goes to his room::
<Dragon> ::turns to Iceman, including him in the question as well::
<Iceman> I just got here ::grins::
<Iceman> from where...I'm not entirely certain
<Dragon> ::yawns, sighing:: there's empty rooms... lots of them. Ask the computer, it answers just about anything you can think of.
<Iceman> what is the meaning of life?
<Dragon> ::quirks an eyebrow:: You do have to address the question to it, however.
<Takillya> ::wakes up and starts watching TV::
<Iceman> ok...ummm, computer, what is the meaning of life?
<Ripper> ::exits the war room and walks towards the stairs::
<Dragon> Computer> ::replies in a light baritone:: Unable to respond at this time... insufficient parameters.
<Dragon> ::leans against a wall, yawning again:: ((god, i haven't gotten up this early in forever...)) ::notices Ripper:: Anything happening in the War room?
<Torrent> ::walks through his dark room but trips and falls::Ufh! ::screams out an obsenity::
<Wildchild> ::Turns over in his sleep, muttering something::
<Iceman> ::turns on his side and drifts into sleep:: ((I wasn't planning on staying...but then again, I don't seem to remember where I was going...except NYC?))
<Ripper> ::looks at Drags:: nope...all quiet
<Dragon> ::nods:: Hrm. ::heads upstairs for her room::
<Ripper> you ok Drags?
<Dragon> Yeah, i'm fine...
<Ripper> ::walks up the stairs with Drags:: you seem ummmmm....
<Takillya> ::gets up and opens his door::
<Dragon> ::smirks slightly:: Tired?
<Takillya> ::almost walks into Drags:: hey, there, Dragon.
<Ripper> well that but upset too
<Torrent> ::pushes himself up and lies on his bed::
<Dragon> ::jumps, startled, and catches herself narrowly from falling down the stairs:: Tak.... hey. ::shakes her head:: I'm fine, just a bit stressed, nothing new.
<Takillya> stressed with what?
<Takillya> it usually helps to talk to someone.
<Ripper> figured you would be relieved to have Haz back here
<Dragon> It usually helps to get over the jet lag, first ::reaches her room:: And yeah, it's relieving having Haz back, but it'd be nice to have Haz conscious.
<Dragon> ACTION> ONE OF THE MANY SMALL COM-SIGNALS IN THE WAR ROOM LIGHT UP, FLASHING QUIETLY
<Ripper> ::gets into his room and grabs some clothes::
<Ripper> Computer, status report
<Dragon> Computer> One call waiting on secured line... security systems are online and active.
<Ripper> +com+ Ripper to Dragon....there is a call on a secure line
<Torrent> ::hears some commotion and can't sleep:: Dang it. ::gets up and walks out of his room and yells::What is going on??
<Ripper> ::gets into his clothes quickly and heads back down stairs::
<Takillya> what?
<Dragon> arg. ::opens her door again, heading downstairs::
<Takillya> ::heads to war room::
<Torrent> ::goes down to the war room to see what is going on::
<Dragon> ACTION> TAK SEES THE LINE BLINKING, GREEN INDICATING IT IS NON-PRIORITY, BUT STILL IMPORTANT, BEING FROM COMMANDER DENNING'S LINE
<Takillya> ::opens the connection:: hello?
<Dragon> ACTION> A SMALL SCREEN LIGHTS UP, REVEALING SEVERAL MILITARY OFFICERS
<Ripper> ::enters the war room::
<Torrent> ::enters the war room and stands next to Tak::
<Ripper> ::looks at the screen::
<Dragon> Officer1> You are a licensed member of X-Factor, correct?
<Takillya> yes. can I help you?
<Dragon> Officer1> Commander Denning has been removed from his official capacity as CO of X-Factor. You are being placed under new authorization.
<Ripper> what?
<Takillya> huh?
<Takillya> why was he replaced?
<Torrent> ::scratches his head::I thought that Hazard guy was the leader??
<Dragon> ::reaches the warroom, looking at the screen:: What's going on?
<Iceman> ::turns over in the chair still sleeping::
<Dragon> Officer1> X-Factor is being placed under supervision of the FBI. Your governmental liason will be Commander Smith, from now on. An official vehicle should be arriving shortly.
<Takillya> o-k.
<Ripper> ::raises an eyebrow::
<Dragon> ::sits down in one of the chairs, sighing:: ((Great...))
<Dragon> Officer1> ::ends the transmission, and the screen goes dark::
<Torrent> ::has no idea what they are talking about but nods like he understands::
<Ripper> ::looks at Drags:: i dont trust this
<Dragon> ACTION> AT ABOUT 6:45, A BLACK VEHICLE APPROACHES THE GATES, AND THE COMPUTER ANNOUNCES ITS PRESENCE
<Takillya> well, let's see what this is all about.
<Ripper> ::brings the vehicle up on the screen::
<Dragon> ::rises, heading for the front door::
<Wildchild> ::Still snoring, in bed::
<Ripper> shall i open the gates?
<Dragon> ::nods:: Let them in...
<Ripper> ::opens the gate::
<Dragon> ACTION> THE SLEEK BLACK CAR PULLS UP, STOPPING IN FRONT OF THE MAIN ENTRANCE, AND THE DOORS OPEN, SEVERAL PEOPLE STEPPING OUT.
<Dragon> ACTION> THE FIRST, THEY RECOGNIZE AS FORGE
<Takillya> Forge?
<Torrent> ::looks at the guys::Whozzit?
<Ripper> ::heads out of the war room...locking it after himself::
<Dragon> ACTION> THE SECOND, CLIMBING OUT OF THE CAR, ADJUSTS HER BLACK DUSTER, AND STANDS, EXTREMELY CURLY RED HAIR BLOWING AROUND HER FACE, AND HEADS FOR THE ENTRANCE, SUNGLASSES HIDING HER EXPRESSION
<Forge> ::looks around scornfully:: I wish I could say it's good to see you again.
<Takillya> ::watches the others exit the vehicle::
<Dragon> ::looks from Forge to the redhead:: What brings you back? And who's she?
<Iceman> ::opens his eyes:: ((hmmmm))
<Torrent> ::looks around some more::Who are any of you?!?
<Forge> They do. ::glares at the fbi agents::
<Takillya> Torrent, quiet.
<Iceman> ::stands up form the chair:: ((sounds like a party...terrific))
<Dragon> Woman> ::walks up to the entrance, holding up an ID card:: I'm Commander Smith, FBI. I believe we're to be working together, so let's make this as painless as possible, and go inside out of this bloody wind.
<Takillya> I'll explain it all to you later.
<Takillya> ::follows closely behind Smith, sizing her up::
<Torrent> ::glares at Tak::Fine. ::watches everyone::
<Iceman> ::walks over to the entrance where everyone else is at::
<Iceman> ::whispers to Torrent:: who's the fine looking specimen of a woman?
<Dragon> Smith> ::arches one eyebrow over her sunglasses at Tak, and steps inside::
<Torrent> ::turns to Ice::Agent Smith...I believe she will be our new CO.
<Takillya> ((I think I'll like this new commander))
<Forge> ::hangs back apprehensively::
<Iceman> we're only so lucky.... ::smiles evilly::
<Torrent> ::turns and grins charminglying at Smith::Hello there Ma'am. May I take your coat?
<Dragon> Smith> ::looks around the inside of the front hall, appraising it, then hands her coat to Torrent and moves on directly for the war room::
<Takillya> ::goes ahead of Smith and opens the door for her to enter the WR::
<Torrent> ::takes the coat and hangs it up on the coat rack::((She'll come around.)) ::follows Smith::
<Takillya> after you, Miss Smith.
<Iceman> ((she reminds me of someone...can't put my finger on it though...))
<Dragon> ::follows, watching CmdrSmith and Forge warily::
<Ripper> ::follows::
<Dragon> Smith> ::seats herself in the chair at the head of the table, motioning for the others to sit down::
<Forge> ((There like simpering puppies.. Smith is not to be trusted))
<Iceman> ::follows the gorup and take a chair far from Smith::
<Takillya> ::sits down and lets door slam in Torrent's face::
<Wildchild> ::Falls out of bed, heading with a loud thump and muttering:: Gah..what time is it..
<Dragon> Smith> ::turns for a moment to a console::
<Ripper> ::remains standing with his arms crossed::
<Torrent> ::opens the door, glares at Tak, shuts it and sits down::
<Dragon> ACTION> COMMANDER SMITH ACTIVATES THE COM SYSTEM, ASKING ALL MEMBERS IN RESIDENCE TO APPEAR AT THE WAR ROOM.
<Iceman> ((wait a sec..I'm not really a member...wonder how long this will last until someone asks me))
<Dragon> Smith> ::removes her sunglasses, placing a file folder on the table in front of her:: Now... down to business. ::gives Iceman a short, direct look:: If you remain in on this meeting, you will be considered a member of the team. Either get in or get out.
<Ripper> ::looks at Ice::
<Iceman> You're a quaint one aren't you...well I'm too lazy to move so...
<Wildchild> ::Sits up, getting dressed and heading for the war room, grumpily:: ((What could they possibly want at this hour..))
<Ripper> ::looks around for WC::
<Dragon> Smith> ::opens the folder:: The reason I am here, is because of some escalating concerns with mutant terrorist activities. As the government's mutant agents, you are in a prime position to deal with this sort of thing.
<Iceman> ((I hope I wasn't forgetting any proir engagments? Haven't been thinkning clearly since...I met these guys, great))
<Forge> ((Use mutants to deal with other mutants until we all eradicate ourselves))
<Wildchild> ::Walks in, scratching his head and yawning::
<Dragon> Smith> ::shuffling through the papers, glances up:: You are late, Mr. Gibney. Don't make a habit of it.
<Iceman> ::leans back and puts his feet on the table::
<Torrent> ::gets up and walks out going to his room::
<Wildchild> ::Blinks, looking around:: I take it I missed something..::Raises an eyebrow, then notices Forge:: Forge! Long time, no see, old man.
<Forge> Kyle.. ::nods::
<Dragon> Smith> ::pulls out several pages, passing them down the table to the others:: As you are well aware, the recent problems with the Brotherhood and the shuttle, that you were all quite firmly embroiled in, are by no means the first or last incidents of mutant terrorism...
<Dragon> Smith> The information I'm giving you here, is to remain highly confidential. ::arches an eyebrow:: Besides the Brotherhood, there are several other small groups, the most notable of which is listed here. They call themselves the Renegades. They assassinated the Prime minister of a small European country last night. They're believed to be grounded on American soil, and we do NOT want the blame for their actions.
<Forge> So why don't you do something about it?
<Iceman> small European country? must be Luxemborg
<Dragon> ::glances at one of the papers:: ((Could they give us any less actual information if they tried?))
<Takillya> ::looks at a paper:: hmm...very professional.
<Wildchild> ::Crosses his arms, putting his feet up on the table:: And lemme guess, if something screws up, we get the blame, instead of the US government?
<Dragon> Smith> Your next mission will involve locating and bringing them to justice. And Mr. Forge, the reason X-Factor is being assigned to this, is because X-Factor is the mutant relations/paranormal activities branch of the FBI.
**************END SIM****************