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Jun 15 2018, 03:35 PM
Broken Bow was no longer accepting tourists. The small town was closed, blockaded from the road by a slew of squad cars that shut down the main road leading into Broken Bow on either side. The deputies leaning back against their vehicles kept watch with little interest, eyes bright red behind their aviators. The Brood inside the deputies had maintained a human shape... More or less. The beasts were contained by their human suits, but only barely. The deputies were too tall, their limbs too long, their nails cruel and extended. Distinctive marks had broken the skin over their foreheads and were concealed by the wide brim hats that law enforcement was so fond of.

But there was no hiding the blood smeared around their mouths and chins.

Inside the town, the Brood didn’t seem to be pretending anymore. They moved about in their true forms freely, prowling and skulking openly around Broken Bow. The town was silent and dead. Houses were abandoned, cars were left in the street, businesses left as they had been found. Broken Bow had become a ghost town.

That is what Darkchylde showed the handful of Golds, Blues, and Brotherhoodlums that would be going with Clarice in a matter of moments. The graphic window of cold white fire hanging in the air above the bored blonde’s open palm gave those assembled no doubts that a fight was definitely in their future. The town was crawling with fully transformed Brood. They’d taken Jean, Forge, and Kitty, three highly trained and powerful mutants. Doug, Mark, and Auri were taken along with them and none of them were slouches, either. The teams were going to be outnumbered and if they didn’t work together they’d end up in incubation pods along with the captured X-Men.

“Alright, then?” Elliot was strapping on her wrist gun as she, Betsy, and Victor stood beside the the teleporters. “Braddock and I will be keepin’ an eye on t’hings and keepin’ everyone connected and safe t’ teh best of our abilities. We’ll be ter watchtower. One from each side so there’s no... reason fer concern.” The blind woman smirked at those assembled. “Do me a favor, loves. Try not t’ die. T’hat goes double fer you, handsome.” Elliot blew a kiss to Mort, unwilling to succumb to her anxiety of what was to come. “Prepare yerselves. T’his is big leagues.”

The first group vanished in a blink of pink while a fat squirrel bounced around on Piotr’s head leaving a lot more space in the room and Illy killed the image of the town. The demonic girl pulled another page out of her Twilight book and quickly scribbled WIHIO on the paper. The page was crumpled up in her fist and as Illy mumbled something under her breath it was engulfed in white fire. Another window opened up, this one dark and dim and undeniably creepy. “This is under the town,” Illy informed those still assembled. “It is nest. Unborn, hatchlings, fully grown Brood... And this.” A soft light pulsed from the bottom of the window and Illy focused on it.

It might have been a cavern wall if not for the color. And the teeth. And the tentacles that stretched on and on into the darkness before curling back in. “This is head of the snake. Queen Brood. Blind lady said we should kill it.” She closed the window and let the ash fall from her hand. “You know rules to teleporting. Keep hands and feet inside fire or you will no longer have hands and feet.” Each trip through limbo was only a matter of a moment but the cold, sinister feeling clung for a moment as the second crew of X-Men and Brotherhoodlums appeared under the town of Broken Bow and the stepping disk disappeared.

The Brood had created a series of caverns beneath the town... Or the town had been built over the cavernous nest. It was dark and damp and filled with the sounds of rhythmic chittering. They were surrounded by the armored aliens, the walls covered in the sleeping monsters. There were a number of smaller tunnels that lead in one direction or another.

“So... Which way do we go?” Kerr had a death grip on her hammer as she peered around the cavern there were hundreds of Brood on the walls. Hundreds of them. If those things woke up, they were going to die. With a small chirp and a flash of red light, Wihio appeared at the mouth of a tunnel and waved at the mutants assembled. “I guess that answers that...”



Next ST post will be 6/19
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Sabretooth Psylocke & Hardwire as watchtower
Jun 15 2018, 03:33 PM
Broken Bow was no longer accepting tourists. The small town was closed, blockaded from the road by a slew of squad cars that shut down the main road leading into Broken Bow on either side. The deputies leaning back against their vehicles kept watch with little interest, eyes bright red behind their aviators. The Brood inside the deputies had maintained a human shape... More or less. The beasts were contained by their human suits, but only barely. The deputies were too tall, their limbs too long, their nails cruel and extended. Distinctive marks had broken the skin over their foreheads and were concealed by the wide brim hats that law enforcement was so fond of.

But there was no hiding the blood smeared around their mouths and chins.

Inside the town, the Brood didn’t seem to be pretending anymore. They moved about in their true forms freely, prowling and skulking openly around Broken Bow. The town was silent and dead. Houses were abandoned, cars were left in the street, businesses left as they had been found. Broken Bow had become a ghost town.

That is what Darkchylde showed the handful of Golds, Blues, and Brotherhoodlums that would be going with Clarice in a matter of moments. The graphic window of cold white fire hanging in the air above the bored blonde’s open palm gave those assembled no doubts that a fight was definitely in their future. The town was crawling with fully transformed Brood. They’d taken Jean, Forge, and Kitty, three highly trained and powerful mutants. Doug, Mark, and Auri were taken along with them and none of them were slouches, either. The teams were going to be outnumbered and if they didn’t work together they’d end up in incubation pods along with the captured X-Men.

“Alright, then?” Elliot was strapping on her wrist gun as she, Betsy, and Victor stood beside the the teleporters. “Braddock and I will be keepin’ an eye on t’hings and keepin’ everyone connected and safe t’ teh best of our abilities. We’ll be ter watchtower. One from each side so there’s no... reason fer concern.” The blind woman smirked at those assembled. “Do me a favor, loves. Try not t’ die. T’hat goes double fer you, handsome.” Elliot blew a kiss to Mort, unwilling to succumb to her anxiety of what was to come. “Prepare yerselves. T’his is big leagues. Forge left his wee spider runnin’ around in that feckin’ place... Tips, yer gonna have t’ deal wit’ t’hat infermation.” Illy nodded at Elliot’s comment and ran her free hand over one of her horn tips self-consciously.

Menagerie was perched atop Piotr’s head, her chubby squirrel form positively vibrating but she couldn’t keep from rolling her eyes at the Hoodlum’s instruction. It was no instruction at all, really. Basically they were just there to exterminate as many aliens as they could but the last time Merry had faced Brood they’d torn one form after another to shreds. Repeating the experience was not high on her list of wants at the moment when she’d rather be talking flowers and bridesmaids dresses with Kaylee. If she died before she got to bully Trevor into taking her last name... She would be quite irritated. There wasn’t much time to think about it. Blink told them to brace and the group went from standing in the war room to suddenly standing in a huddle in Broken Bow’s town gazebo. They no sooner appeared before Blink sent their watchtower to the tallest building in town, the clocktower atop the library.

It was such a pretty morning, the sun was shining, the sky was a clean, crisp blue, and the screaming shrieks of hundreds of Brood rent the air like knives applied directly to the eardrum. “We knew you were coming.” A large fat brood that had ice cream smeared all over its face. At once point it had been an adorable little girl, but her DNA was long since rewritten. She advanced on the gazebo, tentacles reaching for the mutants inside, tail poised over her head prepared to strike. The intruders would be a gift to the glorious queen, they would be turned, and oooooh, she would see to it they suffered the whole time. No cozy incubation chamber for these captives. They would feel every cell die and be replaced. They would feel their minds break apart, the Brood slowly take over until their very last thoughts were swallowed up by the dark consciousness of the Brood.

The ‘little girl’ opened her mouth and let out a high pitched screech. The roof of the gazebo was suddenly ripped away and the monsters ascended, slashing, stabbing, intent on converting the team of warriors into soulless, hellish creatures.

Just like them.


Next ST post will be 6/19
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Sabretooth Psylocke & Hardwire as watchtower
Jun 2 2018, 01:17 PM
April 16th 12:01 AM

His creator had been taken by the Brood. One last command had been issues. Subroutine Beta Zero Eight. Eight tiny little legs carried Wihio on the first part of his mission. Cloaked and hidden from view. Wihio skittered along low to the ground. Creeping around the side of buildings ever so quiet.

Most of the residents seemed to be in their homes fast asleep. If Brood even slept. Wihio was not thinking about such things. He really was not thinking at all really as he was not a true artificial intelligence. He simply had a command and a set of protocols and subroutines to carry out by any means necessary that did not involve the taking of life. Wihio had layer upon layer upon layer of contingencies and programming code that prevented him from taking life. So while that kept from from being a silent killer of Brood, it did allow him to be a silent creator of chaos.

He was, after all, named Wihio. The Cheyenne word for spider and also the name of the Cheyenne trickster God. Wihio was the dictionary definition of ornery. Forge often wondered if naming Wihio after the Cheyenne trickster God had some how summoned the very essence of Wihio into that spider like automaton.

If only Forge could see him now.

Hunkered down in a bush, Wihio watched as on of Broken Bows police cars strolled down the road. Quickly and ever so quietly the small robot shot out from his cover and raced across the street, diving into another bush with a tactical roll. Checking the cop to make sure he was not spotted (even though he was camouflaged still) Wihio continued on his journey. Finally coming to a large telephone pool in the midst of the town. One of a half dozen such poles in the town, this one was the sixth and final one.

Skittering up to the top of the pole, Wihio found himself among a vast array of speakers. Broken Bow Nebraska just so happened to sit in the middle of Tornado Alley and as such had one of those warning systems with the giant speakers to blare the sirens. Quickly the ornery spider set to work cracking open the speakers and hooking up to the software that ran the Tornado system. Six tiny little feet drummed on the pole anxiously while two worked to hook things together. Rewiring and recoding the program as he uploaded what he wanted uploaded. Once he was done, Wihio crawled up to the tippy top of the pole and stared out over the dark and quiet city of Broken Bow.

Quiet until 12:01AM him and then the early warning system turned on and would stay on until 6:00AM. Wihio had of course jacked up the volume of those tornado sirens to as high as he could go without breaking the speakers. For the next six hours Broken Bow would get a Death Metal concert, until they figured out how to shut it off or until they destroyed it.

Though that was just Wihio Day #1.

To be continued...


Jun 1 2018, 11:16 PM
Sherman Truly’s goobery face was made a hundred times more goobery by the fact it was plastered across a massive, wall sized screen. As they worked furiously on repairing the horribly outdated and ancient, barely functioning ship the flittering, skulking forms of hundreds of Brood giggled behind their claws at the foolish-looking host one of their sisters had been stuck into. Their screeching, chittering laughter only made the Earthbound mayor scowl, humiliated. They had no right to mock him, no matter how hideous he was. Truly had delivered half a dozen X-Men to their imperious queen, the captured mutants already tucked quietly into their incubation pods. Brood embryos had been implanted at the base of their cerebellums, the tiny monsters cozy and comfy with their venomous tails wrapped securely around the brainstems of their unfortunate hosts.

“Without help it will take you weeks to get the communications relay functional again,” Truly griped. “Use that smirking son of a bitch with the cybernetics once his implant begins to function. He’ll be able to fix anything aboard with minimal effort. The sooner it's done, the sooner the force will know this planet is ready.” He was impatient to make contact with the rest of the Brood out in the cosmos. Once proper interstellar communications were repaired, the tiny nest on Earth would be supplemented by the entire force of their glorious race. Two weeks was too long to wait in Truly’s opinion.

Larger than the ships that had attacked Genosha, the organic ship was the lobotomized carcass of an ancient space beast. It did not die, or think, or feel the structures that had been built inside its body to house the despicable creatures that had demolished its free will. It simply moved through space at their bidding. Marvel Girl, Forge, Shadowcat, Cypher, DJ, and Flashback had been carefully packaged and delivered to the Gestational Cavity of the Brood’s last functioning craft. It hovered somewhere between Earth’s atmosphere and Mars’, roughly fifteen million miles from Broken Bow and Salem Center. Each of the X-Men had been gently ensconced in their own individual incubation pods. There were thousands of them on that particular ship alone, each one housing an unconscious human host while they dreamed. Not just any dreams. A humming drone of psionic energy filled the incubators, lulling the minds of those imprisoned inside into a peaceful, hypnotic sleep. It filled their minds, dragging their conscious minds deep into a beautiful oblivion.

It was the Brood’s way of keeping their queen’s embryos safe, pacifying the hosts while the Broodlings grew and converted the old body into one stronger, faster, more brutal and cruel. So long as the captive was calm, they were left in a beautiful, hypnotic dreamscape. They got to live out their deepest wishes in their own heads not even aware that they were in mortal danger. Kitty, Forge, Doug, Mark, and Auri were living the lives they had always wanted to lead, with no memory of the Brood, or the X-Men, or the painful tribulations of their lives.

They were... happy.

An impossibly strong mind, one that had trained for years, had discipline and skill beyond the run of the mill telepath... That mind alone might stand a chance at breaking through the veil keeping them all buried in their own subconscious longings and yearnings. Against the layers upon layers of psionic hypnosis. That mind could potentially be capable of peeling back the lie to reveal the painful truth of their situation.

And as Jean Grey’s eyes fluttered open, she would find herself tucked away in a glass drawer, surrounded by hundreds of others in the bowels of the Brood’s last ship. It was eerie quiet in the Gestational Cavity, it’s low, pulsating light casting sinister shadows over the sleeping forms of the Brood’s victims. Her friends and teammates were in pods nearby, sleeping soundly with gentle smiles on their faces. They were content. At peace...

They were dying.


OOC - Your mission is to make it to the bridge of this ship and stop it from making contact with the Brood force. You have until April 30th and maybe you’ll have help along the way. Maybe you’ll find cool stuff to make your lives easier. Maybe someone will get dunked in ranch dressing and eaten alive. Who knows?

Next ST post will be 06/04
May 2 2018, 11:29 AM
Oh, how the Brood loved Marvel Girl.

Her press conference, with zero proof to offer the general public other than some blurry images that could not be verified had been the very finest example of showing your hand. She thought she was outing the Brood, causing them trouble in some pitiful human manner but all she did was send them food, hosts, and give the Brood an opportunity to discredit and tarnish the mutants they had so far failed to collect.

The media attention had been a blessing, news vans and reporters flooding the small Nebraska town to interview the hayseed residence. They were the very picture of offended outrage. How dare some mutant from the big city defame their wholesome, simple town! Many a slack jawed hillbilly shook their fist at the X-Men on TV, a microphone shoved in their faces as they defended Broken Bow. Aliens? There weren’t no aliens in Broken Bow. Just hard working, blue blooded American citizens! No mutants, neither! None of them freaks! That was why Jean Grey was targeting their sleepy little hamlet. She was just hateful. Unkind. Clearly she was trying to use that brain-hooky on the TV to stir up trouble.

That’s what those mutants did, after all. Shit-stirrers. All of them.

Broken Bow’s mayor, Sherman Truly, had called a press conference of his own, to respond to Jean Grey’s audacious claims about his town. He was, of course, long infected. The faint scar on the back of his neck where the Queen had injected one of her embryos was all there was to hint that there was something under the skin of the mild mannered man that appeared on TV screens across the country.

He stood unimposing and upright on the steps of the town gazebo, a lush park spread around him. Children were visible in frame running around the playground and laughing. A strategically placed young couple was having a picnic. It was the perfectly manufactured small town scene and as Truly began his address it became obvious to anyone watching that Marvel Girl was out of her damn mind.

“Good afternoon, America.” Truly gave the camera a kind smile before his expression drooped flawlessly into one of wounded disappointment. “Last week my small town here in the heartland of this great country was thrust unfairly into the spotlight by the leader of the X-Men. Marvel Girl herself appeared before the press with wild accusations about extraterrestrial outposts here in Broken Bow.” Truly paused and made a show of gazing around him. “Here in Broken Bow we are simple, unassuming people who work hard and do no harm and this unwarranted attack from a member of a known mutant organization... It has cut us to the quick. We cannot begin to understand what would make a supposed hero like Marvel Girl target our small town.” Truly shook his head and when his eyes lifted to the camera a sad smile was on his lips.

“We would like to invite Marvel Girl and all of her X-Men here to Broken Bow so they can see for themselves that there is no nefarious alien force here and accept their public apology for defaming our fine town. It is only just that, having spoken so rudely about us at a national level, she apologizes in a similar fashion. If she accepts this magnanimous offer to repair the damage done by her cruel and baseless words, I will personally tour her and her X-Men around Broken Bow and show them just how welcoming and forgiving we can be.”

Truly’s challenge was wrapped in a polite sign off. “I await her call. Thank you all for your time.”


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