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The heroes of yesterday are dead and gone. Division and the Mutant Control Enforcement Agency (MCEA) saw to that. This dystopia we live in is the result of one anti-mutant hate crime that sparked the third world war. The law now requires mutants to register, to spend the rest of their lives being a number on a file with a tracking device on their wrist or in their bloodstream.

For a while, the children of fallen heroes started to work in the shadows as the new X-Men. Not all that long ago, the latest incarnation of the X-Men was brought down in flames by Division's efforts. Team members captured, Agents killed, Cosmic fire everywhere... It seems as though the days of the X-Men have come and gone once again. Or have they?

For a while, the children of fallen heroes started to work in the shadows as the new X-Men. Not all that long ago, the latest incarnation of the X-Men was brought down in flames by Division's efforts. Team members captured, Agents killed, Cosmic fire everywhere... It seems as though the days of the X-Men have come and gone once again. Or have they?

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ANTIGONE M. STARK
 Posted: Jun 28 2017, 04:33 PM
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Somehow, Antigone had managed to lose almost all sense of time. Living underground and discovering that she could still get drunk fairly easily if she substituted pure ethyl alcohol for vodka definitely played their part, but so did her almost ritualistic dive back into work-mode. Making sure everyone was safe in their shiny new post x-men lives was routine enough that it may as well have been literal child's play. She had moved on to making as close to a 100% replication of Division's downtown location as possible and making new tech for field use. Seven brand new high tech multi-tools, none of which were exactly the same. Five for the Hive, one for herself and another for Connor if he ever made it to Chicago in one piece.

Antigone had moved on to something slightly more complex and potentially a lot more fun. Hover Discs, or at least that was the common name for her new gizmos. They were still in the testing phase, but already the project was promising. The inventor slid custom insoles into her favorite pair of motorcycle boots and tied them. These custom insoles were the current prototype for the discs' controls and were designed to be both comfortable and functional. She could stand, walk or even stomp on them for miles and they would remain undamaged and still highly responsive. Picking up what looked to be a large yo-yo, she stood and prepared for the next round of 'no powers' testing.

Placing her thumb over the red circle in the middle of the metallic bullseye paint job on one side and her index finger on the matching symbol on the other, she held the object firmly for ten seconds. During that brief window of time it read her fingerprints and used that information along with the pressure to verify that it was being activated. After the initial ten seconds she threw the small object a short distance away as it unfolded itself. Both sides enlarged from being the size of her palm to that of a medium sized Frisbee and fell over so that they were horizontally placed inches above the floor.

Without hesitation she stepped forward and up onto the discs. They bobbed slightly under her weight but the tech remained hovering. Stark had yet to decide on a method of securing her feet once they were on place and was relying on the 'not falling' method... As well as the programming that made the discs automatically want to be as close to the control insoles as possible. The discs took their instruction from the slightest of muscle movements in her feet, as well as weight shifting and specific taps from her big toes. Antigone pressed her toes down into the boards and shifted her weight primarily to one foot indicating of was time to fly.

After the preliminary diagnostics, Stark lost herself in an ever changing array of simulated environments with only a handful of near incidents. Adding something compatible with the discs to her still in progress 'battle boots' would be easy enough but there definitely needed to be something else for alternate foot wear. Once again finding herself in the downtown Chicago simulation, she used the discs to look over the rendering from a different angle. Her main issue with the rendering was that she could not rely on the filed blue prints being accurate to the actual building interior. What she needed was to find a way to get a clear view of the building's insides. She settled for looking for any areas that needed a better render, so she knew where to send her wasps to film next.
Getting some kind of living turncoat would be optimal, but the odds of gaining that sport of insider info seemed unlikely. Maybe they wouldn't need to know they were acting as spies... McCoy... Antigone felt a twinge of guilt for not having been around when the team had 'rescued' Bloodline fro m Division. Had she been there, maybe she would have noticed or realized it had been all too easy. She and the Hive had run and re-run the scenarios of how he could have betrayed the team and there have been no indication of such an intention. The running theory was that perhaps he had not known what he was doing, which did not bode well for any of the other captives.

Forcibly making Division employees to turn on the company would be sinking to Division's level, something Stark actively avoided doing. She was already running out of high road even without stooping in the name of retribution. Antigone used her communicator cuff to tap into the Wreck Room installation's PA system and put the question out there. "Any ideas for a purely intel-collection based infiltration of the Division HQ?" The Combs was as pragmatic as anyone could get, while Irma had some knowledge of the way ye olde teams of yore operated. On top of being telepathic that was. Tig couldn't be sure if David was around. Between the suggestion that he give the clones some space, him being on the top of Division's wish list and his relationship with Winona it wasn't always easy to keep tabs on his ins and outs. She preferred to give him and his cosmic buddy their space anyway.
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THE COMBS
 Posted: Jul 2 2017, 08:51 AM
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They were at their ease in this simulated space, or as close to such a thing as they were technically capable of being. Four identical blondes perched in a semi-circle around the fifth, who distinguished herself with a furrowed brow and a slow tap of her foot against the ground. While they were in no overt danger of attack in this space, it was their habit to arrange themselves in such a way that it would be clearly understood the fifth clone was off limits to outside forces. Anyone doubting their sincerity in that would find themselves with some broken fingers if they were fortunate.

Four of the five had been extra cogs in Weapon XIV, only a few of the massive weapon intended to store the gathered data and amplify the psi-powers at work. They had never been programmed to infiltrate - in fact, they had never been awake at all before the end. The fifth was different. She had been one of the control nodes, sent out into the world with no memory of where she came from alongside four others to ensure the memory blocks would hold against the original X-Men's nosy telepaths. They had been made to pretend to be people, to a degree, and make decisions more independently.

Irma changed their inherent nature in a way they didn't yet understand, but they were desperate to become more whole again.

Most of the others, the new X-Men, hadn't entirely understood that about them. If Antigone knew the truth of it, or even suspected, remained uncertain. She was not emotionally forthcoming either. The others had also believed her to be deceased for quite some time, but they had worked out the truth, that she just didn't want to make contact. The doppledoid needed better adjustment for tenses in mixed company if she wished to disappear more effectively. They supposed Antigone wouldn't care much anymore even if she did know, she was different now. And none of them cared that she had abandoned them either. So it was all...sorted.

None of the X-Men had appreciated what it was to be only a fragment of something intended to be whole. They would have traded any one of their team or all of them in a heartbeat for just one more unit to add to their collective and they wouldn't process an iota of remorse. If anyone had imagined they genuinely cared about the team or any of its members they had been buying into a delusion.

"Direct approach? Impractical goal," the Combs replied immediately.

"Checkpoints. Mutant-scanning checkpoints, not a question of producing identification or facemapping someone they wouldn't recognize. None of us are human," Unit One clarified.

This was at least something to pass the time. They didn't exactly miss the patrols of the city, as those had been full up of loud people with poor manners that they couldn't simply end to expedite the attempts at conversation. But there was little to do in hiding, so long as they could not be seen in public. Some of the others had clean identities, but the five of them had been made somehow during the raid. New cards wouldn't counteract that.

"Borrow a human. An employee. A human could pass through, an existing employee has credentials. Hm. Still a risk. Time limit, if they don't work fast enough to retrieve something useful the effect will fade even if approached directly outside. Separate risk in the perimeter itself. No remote access?"

Irma tilted her head to the other side. "No one on the inside who'd pass their data along for the right sum?"
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DAVID C.C. SUMMERS
 Posted: Oct 7 2017, 08:49 PM
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David opened the kitchen fridge and grabbed a beer. He looked at it for a second, then thought better of it and set it back in the six pack box. He instead grabbed an apple and wandered down one of the corridors. He'd been feeling strange since he'd offered to let the cosmic chicken in. The nightmares had stopped and so had the voice. That should have brought him some comfort, but instead it just unnerved the hell out of him even more.

The way that Summers had casually murdered an entire group of Division officers really should have bothered him. Even for him, that kind of carnage was unheard of. His code name was Berserker, but he'd always done what he had to. He didn't just kill without reason He'd been up the last few nights wondering if he really needed to kill all those people or if that was just the Phoenix. His brain was very fuzzy about the whole chain of events. Still, they'd threatened his team and he'd responded accordingly. All the deliberating he'd done, and he realized that he wouldn't have done anything differently.

David saw that the "holodeck" was in use. He tapped the console and opened the door, catching the tail end of the conversation between Tigs and the Hive. Tigs was wearing some sort of flying disks on her feet and hovering and the Hive was busy being a disembodied voice, which was about par for the course for them. Serk took a bite out of his apple and watched.

"Option two... You hack them or hire someone to hack them and get the real floor plan. Not whatever they have on file with the city. Use two teams. One small group to do a distraction and then use the rest of the team to free our comrades and anyone else who wants out." David took another bite of the apple and then spoke around the piece of fruit in his mouth. "Hell, I'll go in the front door and blow it the hell up. That should keep them occupied for a few minutes while the X-men run in the back door."

Summers swallowed the bite of apple and then nodded. "On that note, I have a list of candidates for inspection. We'll need to bring some new talent into the fold to make up for our losses and further strengthen the team. I want to keep them on even after we recover our people."

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ANTIGONE M. STARK
 Posted: Oct 17 2017, 12:14 AM
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Antigone was almost startled by the Hive's presence, she had not notice them enter and could not be certain how long they had been there. They had always been quiet, even back when they had been a trio instead of a quintet. She still was not quite sure what to make of the addition of Irma, or what sort of influence she was having on the collective. It would have taken an idiot not to notice that things were different with them now, the way they moved around the Cuckoo. Irma was the queen of the Hive, a separate personality within the collective. That was one of the things which had made the addition harder for Antigone to adjust to.

It had been easier communicating with them before, when it was like talking to one person who happened to have multiple bodies. Sometimes she still forgot to account for Irma, other times she would address Irma only to feel as though she was neglecting the rest of the. Antigone did her best not to neglect the Combs, especially since she had returned 'from the grave'. They'd been different beyond their fifth unit and beyond the telepathy, when she'd returned to the X-Men. She still didn't officially know why, but she suspected they may have been displeased with her.

These thoughts were what made her fairly certain her anti-telepath training and tech was working. She was of the belief that if they could read her mind they would have disputed her inkling. 'Displeased' was too much like an emotion and they had always insisted they were not capable of such a thing. Antigone was uncertain if the psi training and the neuro-webbing would hold up against their assimilation inducing touch, but was not particularly wanting to test it out. There were secrets buried in her head that were best left forgotten to the rest of the world. Things she'd rather not have anyone else burdened with.

They were making good points. "My Division contact- File 'Gadget_6041' - has been comatose for years and is unlikely to wake up barring a miracle or another mutant. I've yet to find someone else as consistently reliable without resorting to the Nobody Network." Antigone did another flying lap around the simulated Division building, looking for the possibilities. "Acquiring a trustworthy inside man will take time, especially finding someone who knows what's going on in there."

She drifted downward and hovered half a foot from the floor by the clone collective. She looked from them to the building and the semi-simulated street around them all. They were definitely onto something with their suggestion of using their ability to assimilate others. Antigone was about to inquire about their range and timing when David strolled in with ideas of his own. She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, it was going to be another one of those discussions she could feel it. "Yeah... That would be a great plan if it was a year ago, or if my time machine was ready. We've been over this, David. The scatter protocols means there is no team."

"You're not wrong about needing extra hands for this though." Antigone looked up at the building and clicked her tongue as she thought. He wasn't wrong about them needing extra hands, but that didn't mean the technopath had to be happy about it. "I'm guessing that waiting until we figure out how to de-micro Milo would also be impractical. If they were ready for him at the 52, their building is guarded against Ant-Men and microbots." They were already in a simulation chamber. It really wouldn't be hard to switch things into a scenario experimentation mode. She mentally contacted Six, requesting that the doppledroid bring a piece of tech she'd recently finshed for the Hive to use in the Wreck Room. It would allow for better assimilation scenarios.

"What about borrowing a series of employees, not all at once or even at the same location, to glean info on the building?"
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THE COMBS
 Posted: Mar 24 2018, 12:21 AM
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"The cosmic chicken's housing proposes "hacking" a closed network running on encrypted hardware, smashing everything, and hoping for the best. We'll do our very best to contain our surprise," Irma retorted.

"It would be unwise to attempt to reclaim the prisoners, even if we had the means," said One.

"As we suspect Bloodline was compromised in some way," said Four, "There was no indication that he was shielding any thoughts or actively planning deception."

"There was no psychic indication of Bloodline's programming before it was activated," Three continued.

"Prisoners must be presumed compromised until such time as we can identify the means of control and detect or neutralize the effects," Four concluded.

The Combs had never exactly liked David Summers. The bad start had been an accident, crossed wires, and they could admit that with the distance of years. He had always made his distaste for them quite clear when they lived at the Firehouse, and they in turn had judged his personal habits as the drinking worsened. They had never taken great initiatives about it before Irma, who had bristled immediately when she got a good look at their memories. But underneath, even if he hadn't been needling the more robotic clones to press for a rise that never came, there had never been any hope for their cooperation while he housed the spark of the monster that had killed them.

They'd have put him out of their misery a while ago if it wasn't liable to simply walk around in his corpse. It would leave whenever it was ready, and they had no hope of changing its course. All they could do was attempt to avoid ever being alone with him again - both to avoid drawing it out to finish the job, and to remove the temptation of the futile fight.

Their objections were still sound, based on logical concerns about the technology Division was developing. They suspected Summers might object to the idea of leaving prisoners where they were for any length of time despite the risks. While it was an illogical concern it would correlate with past behavior and stated intentions. Antigone would agree with them; whatever else had been unsettled by her absence, she was still pragmatic enough to take the logical side of the argument. The greater concern wasn't voting but the likelihood of Berserker attempting to carry out some version of his preferred plan on his own.

"Not...impossible, but perhaps problematic," Irma said slowly. "We can't get into the building to trade off closer to our goal, but due to the time limits it would be necessary to plan close ambushes, and to target people likely to be expedited through their security checks. Someone important enough to skip to the head of the queue and make it up to something more useful than the lobby."

"However, repeated interference with personnel increases risks of detection," Three cautioned.

"Particularly if there are security measures for Level One personnel we are not yet aware of," One agreed.
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