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Ute also looked expectantly at Rodney, wondering if there was indeed some history between the shy girl and the officer. But when no answer seemed to be forthcoming, she turned back to Icarus, starting to feel a little foolish at the notion that she had even considered believing Lieutenant Hart.

"You're right," she admitted. "He's the enemy. Why should he want to help us? I bet he was trying to send us somewhere where it would be easier for them to capture us."

She had half hoped that Rodney really did have some connection with Hart, just so she didn't feel so silly for asking about it. But of course they should follow Icarus' recommendation: Icarus was an experienced Riftweaver; she knew what she was doing.

Various members of the group, who had already moved off to the left, had stopped while this exchange was going on. But as Icarus turned once again in that direction, they resumed their motion.

"Come on!" Ute said to Rodney, holding out an arm to steer her down the corridor. "We'd better not get left behind."

Then she trotted the few strides necessary to catch up with Icarus, before turning once more to check that Rodney was indeed following on behind.



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Icarus didn't look back this time as she made her way down the corridor, simply noting to herself the blatant statement of the obvious on Ute's part. Of course she could note that--she had a right to be irritable. Though she had her doubts about the situation, which suddenly made her hesitant to proceed and forced her to determinedly keep moving forward. It really didn't make much sense--if the officer was simply trying to mislead them, he would have made the statement directed to Icarus, as loud and to as large an audience as possible to make sure the message was received. Instead he told only that girl with the magic door opening abilities, and the message would never have been relayed if Icarus hadn't pushed the point.

Then again, how well had these people learned Icarus and the others? If they were that smart, they may have bet on Icarus thinking on what she did now. Though that did seem something of a stretch...

But in any case, the group came to another door which sealed off the next segment of the corridor, and hopefully, all the stuff they needed. Icarus stopped at the door and rapped on it with a knuckle before looking at the group assembled with her. "Hey Door Girl! Mind working your magic again?"

Rodney, for her part, was shaken slightly from her paradoxically isolated position from inside the centre of the group of escapees by the sound of was undoubtedly her name for now. Door Girl. Open and closed, makes sense... She felt Ute look to her blankly as she squirmed her way uncomfortably to the front of the small crowd. She looked at the terminal beside Icarus, but avoided contact with the overbearing lady with her hands now planted on her hips, waiting. With what were becoming practised mental motions, she groped her way through the black, empty space between her and the terminal, her mind suddenly blazing with more of her own thoughts than it had since she had arrived in this place.

--killers, not escapees--
HOW DO YOU FEEL?
I just tend to punch right through.
just need to touch up a few things...

She hit the bubble of chaotic screaming light that was the terminal's connection to...well, everything. Now or never...

The lights went down, and again the red emergency lights came on. Icarus's eyes went wide, and everyone in the group followed suit as they tensed. Ute grabbed Rodney by the shoulder concerned, "What happened?" Icarus looked at her with an expression between perplexity and annoyance. Rodney merely shrugged her shoulders.

"He was right. This'll keep the soldiers out."

Icarus' eyes narrowed, but otherwise she didn't respond to a withholding of information that obviously bothered her. "Suddenly something to go on, huh?" She motioned for the confused group to reverse direction and head to the other end of the corridor and its door, which they reached with a renewed eagerness and fervour. Icarus was rather concerned though, about the group of soldiers whom Chas had contained. She looked to her right to see the gangly youth beside her, and thus not still containing them. She didn't know enough of his powers to know if he could leave the field behind or if he had to stay to maintain it--but either way, she figured they would have made their way out by now. Luckily for them, yet another door had sealed when the power went out again, this one between where those soldiers Icarus and company were now. She had failed to notice when it was retracted into the ceiling while the power had been on. Another reprieve. But they were continuously being hemmed in from every side, and though they could probably jump out right here, right now, there was no way Icarus was going to leave without what she came with. No telling what these people would do with such things. It was bad enough that it seemed she'd have to leave without what she came for.

Chas stepped ahead and drove a psychically generated wedge betwixt the doors, then shaping it into a long crowbar of sorts which most of the group got behind to pull or push, forcing the door wide enough for a single-file line to pass through.

Six minutes later the group was on the other side of the door, facing a entry door far more heavily set than the previous sets at the end of the segment of hallway. And the lights came back on. Ute looked to Icarus, who glanced back briefly. Ute noticed her normally collected comrade had now broken a sweat. And it was getting cooler in the facility with the power outages...

"They are getting quicker."
"Yep." Icarus turned to Rodney, who had already dragged herself to the front. Icarus allowed herself a very slight smile of satisfaction that everyone was starting to find their place and execute spontaneous plans smoothly. Rodney meanwhile, having found no controls to grab onto and make her forcing her way through easier, stood at a loss. Icarus took her hand and guided her to Ute. "Ute, I'm sure there are controls to this thing on the other side. Fast?" Ute nodded quickly and disappeared with a shocked face Rodney to the other side, leaving the rest of the group standing nervously and waiting.

Icarus could hear sound coming from the door behind them, now closed again when power had restored...

The doors opened.
Both sides.
Same time.

Time's up.

Chas threw up another barrier around the soldiers on the other side, who included Lieutenant Hart again, as the escapees pushed their way through the blast doors now open courtesy of a reeling Rodney, ushered through by an edgy looking but set Ute. Icarus joined them alongside Chas, who was backing up but still facing the soldiers, who were shouldering through his barrier like it was cracked glass. Guess it didn't hold up that well then.

Icarus glanced at the control panel to the door as she stepped into the room, now filled with chaotic mewling and shouting voices surprisingly unlike what their little band had managed to produce thus far.

It was loud.
People were shoving.
Icarus hadn't the chance to look around for herself yet.
The door was closing behind them and Icarus had to lock it.
Rodney was staring wide eyed.
Ute was trying to calm everyone.

Too.
much.

Icarus spun around as the door closed and roughly grabbed Rodney and pushed her to the door controls. "Everytime it tries to open, you close it again immediately. We don't need to go through that door again, so I don't care what you do, just do it. Ignore everything else I say." She turned again to see the room they were now in completely closed on all other sides and the would-be escapees mulling about in chaos and shouting. It looked like they were headed at her too...

"'Nough!" Icarus' haired suddenly erupted with red streaks and her cheeks hallowed out a bit, the effect proving quite effective at silencing the would-be mob. When she spoke again her voice had taken a lightly shriller tone, like that one snobby Senior Class Secretary nobody could stand. You know the type. "For your information, we are not trapped. If you look around you will find what I believe are the majority of our confiscated materials," and indeed there were various tables and locked hard-plastic enclosed shelves with odd items in various stages of dismemberment scattered about what looked like a workroom also occupied by many an analysis device, "And if you really want to die right here right now you will piss me off. Right here. Right now." She pointed at River, who had been standing with her eyebrows raised at the scene and then to the hard-plastic coverings over the items, which were locked at the base of the covers to the floor, "Fire. You. Melt. Now. Fast." To the rest she continued speaking faster than a good number of them could probably process her words, "As River melts the casings, grab your stuff. Some of it's undoubtedly broken or you won't be able to bring it with you. Cry about it later. As soon as you've got it, Ute will take you out of here. Move!" Ute looked at her with an almost panicked look on her face, but Icarus stopped her with a hand on her shoulder as the others finally broke and went to "get their stuff". Chas had taken to helping River, covering the items so the melting plastic wouldn't ruin them.

"They get their stuff, you jump them to Midgard. I'll get door girl and our stuff. You argue with me and so help me, we will not be friends any more. You know I can do this by myself." Icarus finally stopped to take a real breath. "If any of them are lagging too much just jump with them anyway. Their fault."

"Icarus--"

"Friends!"

Ute let out a sharp sigh of resignation but started collecting those who had already pillaged their belongings that hadn't been ripped apart or stuck into who knows what analyser. Icarus made her way to the centre of the room, dominated by a device she certainly recognised, no matter how much of a backwards typewriter it was. The huge cylinder had coils and thick cables jabbed into its side from all over and proceeded straight up to the ceiling like the perfect A.I. super-villain. She looked around frantically, seeing Ute gather everyone who wasn't Rodney or Icarus into a large, tight circle. Ute nodded to a shelf behind her.

The backpack.
All of their things.

Ute and the escapees disappeared, suddenly leaving the room eerily quiet. The silence and semi-destroyed...well, everything gave the large room the feeling of a post-apocalyptic missile bunker. Provided by A.I. super-villain aver there, maybe? Icarus bounded over tables and pushed aside chairs to make her way to the shelf. She caught a glimpse of Rodney, kneeling pathetically on the ground and clutching the door controls, totally lost in her own cyber-world, as she rummaged through the backpack looking for-- Ah! Her hackwatch lay next to the backpack on the shelf. She grabbed the backpack and watch and dragged them unceremoniously behind her as she bounded back to the central device. No longer caring and too busy powering on the hackwatch, Icarus shifted back to its base form as it began scanning the device. Reaching a designated point, she hurriedly ripped out a cable and pried back a loose fitting plate.

There, nestled like the most beautiful mechanical egg in a nest of fibre optic and steel, lay a Phlebotinum Accelerating Strange Mass Converter. The core of the needed gate generator. At a rough estimate, Icarus would even say it looked like an efficient and compact version. Gold mine.

Icarus shoved its hands into the tiny spaces between the unit and the rest of the machine, wincing and gritting its teeth as sharp edges in cramped spaces scratched into its skin.

"Rodney! Let's go!"

At the door, Rodney suddenly jolted from her focus, the door making a grinding noise in response. She blinked as she lost any hold she had on the slippery flood-waters of information controlling the doors.

"Rodney! I need you now!

Rodney turned with agonising slowness, beyond shock or alarm at the grey imp in the clothes of her fearless and nigh witless leader, churning her lead feet as ordered.

The door began to open haltingly with the grinding noise resuming.

Icarus was shouting over its shoulder, trying to ignore the pain in its arms, wedged into the machine, "Grab the backpack! Grab onto me! Hurry! Now!"

The first soldier made it through the door. "Targets at the EDaR Controller. Opening solid fire."

Rodney hooked the backpack's strap clumsily with her right arm, throwing herself at Icarus' feet at the same time. The bullets left the barrel.



They hit the bare metal where the imp, the girl, and a large chunk of metal and phlebotinum had existed but a moment before.



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PostPosted: 18 May 2010, 15:21 
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Suspended in the sky above the fallen city hung a lone figure draped in a long coat.

The captain of the Riftweavers surveyed the place she had chosen as a sort of home with disconsolate eyes. She and the older two members of her crew had searched through the tangled mess of the city until every nook and cranny had been scoured, and still there was no sign of Icarus or Ute. She had tried everything, including some methods the other Weavers would have been surprised to know even existed, but the junior Weavers seemed to have simply vanished-admittedly, a tendency that came naturally to Weavers. If they had left of their own free will, they had not left behind anything to indicate it. But neither was there any sign of a struggle or someone forcing them to leave, nor were there any new tracks heading out of Midgard Below.

Of course, they could easily have Jumped out to somewhere else without leaving behind much of any trace that they had done so, which was really the only thing keeping Wolf from panicking completely. Icarus had been a member of the team long enough for Wolf to know that he would do something like that. And poor Ute got so easily dragged along into anyone's schemes. It could well have been a planned venture on their part that went wrong somehow. Or, perhaps, was even going entirely as planned.

Hell, for all Wolf knew, the two younger Weavers had left out of some misplaced spite at some assumed remark or something, and were simply sulking away in another dimension, hoping to garner pity upon their return. Wolf peered down at the misshapen buildings below, looking spectral from behind a thin veneer of mist. Would they do something like that? It was the sort of thing kids did, wasn't it? Wolf's memories of pure, simple, normal kids had long since faded away...

She swallowed, still searching the rooftops for the slim chance that the missing Weavers might suddenly appear. She was hearing, despite all her efforts otherwise, a voice that had not caught her ears for...well, it must be centuries by now. But she still heard him, sometimes. In the night.

Good-bye...

She'd sworn to protect them. The new Weavers were her wards now, and she would not let them come to harm while she was still alive, or possibly even if she wasn't. And yet they had fled from her sight, her protection, and for all she knew they were lying dead in a hell dimension somewhere...

Wait...

Wolf swung her head, letting herself fall below the mist. There! She'd seen movement, she knew she had, and not from the only other two beings scouring the ruins. No, there were more. A crowd had suddenly appeared from thin air, the unearthly sense of their Jump tingling across Wolf's skin.

The Riftweaver Captain hit the ground as fast as she could without shattering the bones in her feet. Her eyes swept over the confused young crowd before her. A bedraggled looking Ute led the mob, standing tall although her lip trembled slightly as she momentarily met Wolf's sharp gaze.

"What's all this?" Wolf asked, the cool tone of her voice not belaying in the least the torment and fear she had felt for her newly returned ward. "Where's Icarus?"

Ute said nothing. The crowd of kids murmured to one another, their heads turning as they started to examine the destroyed city around them. Some were already beginning to shiver in the cold Midgard night air. Wolf ignored them, placing her hands on Ute's shoulders and insisting,"Ute. Where's Icarus?"


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Icarus materialised with a view of Wolf's boots in its vision and a warm wet trickle running down from a burning stripe on its shoulder.

"Ute. Where's Icarus?"

Rodney, who had been clutching onto Icarus from behind, fell over in a comical near swoon as Icarus sprang up clumsily in its tailor-made prisoners uniform behind Wolf.

"Here I am!"



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Wolf spun around so fast the confused kids standing at the front of the crowd got clipped by the end of her coat. She pulled Icarus up by the collar of his uniform, eyes flickering as she examined him from head to toe. She noted the bullet wound, the uniform and its ragged state, and the delirious look on Icarus' face, then leaned in and said, "So help me God, if you ever disappear on me like that again I will kick your gray ass so hard you'll never be able to morph a new one. And don't look at me like that, because I know you dragged Ute into it." She dropped the stunned Icarus, took a deep breath, and asked, "Is there anyone after you, any immediate danger?"

Receiving a negative response, Wolf pulled a flashlight from her pocket to signal Hasbro and Iggy, then pointed it at a large nearby building. It wasn't typically used by the Weavers for much more than storage, but it was connected to their patchwork heating system and it was at least large enough to hold everyone. "Right. Everybody inside. We can at least sort all this out where it's warm."


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PostPosted: 18 May 2010, 22:04 
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Icarus dropped on its butt when Wolf let go to send her signal, but rebounded quickly, jumping up and shifting back into the lady it'd been for most of the adventure, and sitting daintily atop of the big metal cube that had been carried with her back to Midgard. With her legs crossed and hands knitted, resting on her knees, she called out to Wolf as Wolf began leading the little mob away.

"Oh but Wolfie, aren't you just the least bit flamboozled as to why me and Ute would go risking our lives and coming back with all these people?"

She jumped off and shifted back to base form again as Iggy and Hasbro arrived. It pointed to Ute and the rabble as Wolf turned to look at it suspiciously, still a bit angry.

"This is heavy. You help me carry it, I explain to you what went down. Then I show you why it went down."

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