The Mutant Apocalypse of Shady Side
Posted on Tue Dec 19th, 2017 @ 8:29am by Senior Headmaster Absynthe "Syn" Drake & Category IV Dyami Bentley (Tribal: Bent Leaf) & Category V: Supervillain Frederick Hollywood & Senior Susan Edwin & Civilian Tamar Todd & Civilian Esperanza Roman
Edited on on Tue Dec 19th, 2017 @ 8:45am
Location: Shady Side, Maryland
Timeline: The Year of the Apocalypse - 22 January 2012
To the casual observer, everything was quiet. The cold winter air held an almost static electric charge to those who were able to sense such things. Syn had called Talon to watch over the meeting in the house, because he was one of those people.
The Indian shaman could see Esper and Tamar nearby, or more, he could sense them. Not taking any chances on this, are you, oldest friend? The wind blew steadily from the north, and the snow was on the ground thick and puffy. The small white owl sitting in the tree adjacent to the home of the new mutant’s family would draw no attention, and so the shaman waited, head swiveling from side to side, keeping watch over the residents within.
To most people, this work would quickly become very boring, but to Talon, who was a predator at heart, this was one of the things that he did best. Waiting for prey was one of nature's most efficient forms of hunting. The thought of ambushing his prey made the feathers on the back of the owl’s neck stand up, allowing the cold wind in, adding to the shiver of delight he felt at the thought. The little owl shook the snow off its back and continued its vigil.
Frederick was busy playing around with his new character in one of the few MMORPGs he could find in this realm, Worlds of Myth. He enjoyed the quests and challenges that the game offered. Also, he loved games with stories about gods. Just as he was setting up a trade with one of his fellow group members, an alarm went off on the computer. It looked like his in game commerce would have to wait. He hit the communications button. “All members of The Watch report to the war room!”
“Esper, ya seein’ this?” Tamar said into her comm, eying several pale figures advancing...right up the middle of the street.
“You mean the apparent zombies wearing Nexus collars?” Esperanza asked from her position leaning against the light pole.
“That would be them,” Tamar said. “Syn, Ah think we got inbound. Got some folks wearin’ Nexus gear shufflin’ up the street. They don’t look none too healthy.”
“Jesus wept,” Syn muttered into her comms. She casted a glance towards the stairs, her movements only perceptible to the most observant, checking for the family before saying, “Did you say shuffling up the street? That doesn’t sound right. Try to avoid direct contact for now, if you can, but keep an eye on them. We’ll be moving the target shortly. I’ll keep you informed. If anything happens, fall back to the transport.”
“Understood,” Esperanza said replied.
“An’ Ah’d appreciate if ya didn’t take the Good Lord’s name in vain, boss,” Tamar added as she and Esperanza started to move down their respective streets. They converged at the intersection, keeping an eye on the advancing horde.
“Ladies, need I remind you ‘Jesus wept’ is the shortest verse in the Bible. So maybe it wasn't blasphemy, but her making a quote?” Frankie offered on the airwaves. “I can see the ladies. And the gathering. Man, this could make a great book.”
A young woman rolled a jogging stroller out of her house a few houses down from where Esperanza and Tamar were. She had her hair tied up in a high ponytail, which made her earbuds visible. Within the stroller sat a baby bundled up in a white bear-shaped snowsuit. She began running along the sidewalk toward, but seemingly unaware of, the two metas.
“Uhm...boss, we got a civilian out fer a Sunday jog with her baby. She’s gonna run right inta a mess a trouble. We gotta get ‘er,” Tamar reported, putting her hand on Esperanza’s arm.
Esper looked back at the woman and sighed. “Suburbia,” she muttered, turning around again.
“Do what you have to, but try to be discreet,” Syn responded.
Susan had only started to walk down the road, towards the Wilson home when she heard the sounds of people walking through the trees and brush. Animals could be heard running through the line of trees. Birds above her were quiet. Whatever chance the area had on being peaceful was changing. Now the hairs on the back of her neck began to rise. Out of reflex, she gripped the non lethal weapon at her right side. She wore one on either hip. Special taser type pistols.Strapped to her left leg was something her father fought her on. A sawed off shotgun, that was loaded with crowd suppression ammo. In the straps across her chest were extra ammo for the tasers. She also had a pair of escrima sticks on her back, in holsters. All of that was being disguised by the image inducer that made her look like a normal teen girl in comfortable winter clothes. Susan knew she had a job to do, but she couldn't deny the urge to run was building up.
She turned and saw several people, all pale from a lack of sunshine and with emaciated bodies, gaunt faces, and the vague expression of anger mixed with confusion. Susan ducked behind a tree and placed her back against the bark. She could hear Tamar and Esper both talking about something like this as well.
“I have contact as well. I'm getting into cover. They are headed towards the heart of town,” she said over the coms.
In short order, the Watch reported to the War Room in the Spire. At each seat was a computer terminal that displayed relevant information about what Lorde was going to be talking about. Behind the leader of the Watch was a larger monitor with even more information about the subjects at hand.
The blonde madman stood up and cleared his throat. “Okay, people, I need your full attention.” He pointed at a spot on the map behind him. “Today you get to deal with a threat for which the Watch was formed. As you know, I am from another timeline. In that timeline, Nexus was in some way responsible for an apocalypse so horrific that they sent me back to try and avert it.”
He zoomed into a small town. Mutants seemed to be running rampant, escaping from some sort of prison run by Nexus. “The sad part is, if I was playing along one hundred percent with what the people in the future sent me here for, I would be in charge of those folks.”
After a sigh, and taking a drink of his Cuban iced coffee, and lifting the cup towards Byte Mi for getting it for him, Lorde continued, “We will be using this opportunity to gain more mutants for the cause. Each of you will have a special role in this.”
“Knight, you will be my second in command, helping to coordinate the others, and, as always, acting as my personal bodyguard.”
“Jacques, you just do what you do best. The town that the mutants are rampaging through are a bunch of anti-mutant right wingers. Feel free to show them the error in getting on the wrong side of that.”
“Byte Mi, as apparently there is a mutant with enough power to black out the whole town on an E.M.P. level, you need to wear your armour. As our eyes in the sky, we will be depending on you for information about troop movements. Not just those of the escapees, but of those of any other forces trying to come to the town’s aid.”
“Zaneta, you're going to be our A.O.E. specialist. We need to slow a crud load of these people down. Do not hold back because those town folk get in the way. In fact, if they get in your way, or anyone else's, remove them.”
“Leapfrog, you’re our designated brawler. Stay close to the main group and keep us from being flanked.”
“Scapegoat, you are with Akna. Remember, some of our greatest resistance may not be from the Nexus prisoners.”
“Plad, like Akna, I want you to stay close to us and give your own special kind of cover to the group. That said, I hope your firearm skills have improved. I need you to be ready to take down would be aggressors from the town. Also, don’t forget that weapon can and will immolate things in one hit unless the target in question can repel substantial amounts of damage. So what I am saying is don’t aim it near us, okay?”
The young man nodded, feeling put on the spot, but rightfully so. He knew how much Lorde cared for him, and that his words were only meant to teach.
“Diva, when the mutants approach us I need your powers to be focused on trying to calm those poor people. Try and keep them from thinking of us as enemies.”
“Spatz Not, bring the heaviest stuff you got. Feel free to bring the biggest boom booms at your disposal. I have a feeling we are gonna need them.
“Everyone got that?”
“Yes, sir!” the group shouted.
Frederick was glad to see that Spatz had really been working on getting everyone on the same page. The one that read about this being a militant unit, not a school for idiots.
“Alrighty then, go get ready to depart in fifteen minutes.”
Absynthe "Syn" Drake
Headmistress, Townsend Academy
AKA - "Wyrmwood"
Indian Shaman/US Marshal
AKA - "Talon"
Leader, Findellion Watch
AKA - "Lorde"
Teacher/Housemother, Townsend Tower
AKA - "Purifyre"
Business Manager, Townsend Tower
AKA - "Solitaire"
Counselor, Townsend Tower
AKA - "Dreamweaver"