Ginita stood in the middle of a dark room, the last thing she remembered was being dragged in a 'basement' by three norms. She sighed a little and swore bitterly in spanish as she stubbed her naked toe on a hard surface, "Hullo? Anyone 'round?" Her thick spanish accent cut through the dark air like a knife, then it hit her...where was Liz? Was she ok?
Diandra was campaigning in Philadelphia, meeting some young mutants who are interested in this state campaign as well as the federal campaign.
Mutant student 1: What are your revised curriculum?
Diandra: It shall comprise 200 hours of French classes, 50 hours in 8th grade, 50 hours in 9th grade and 100 hours in 10th grade.
Mutant student 2: Since we can vote, I assume the students have no choice but to vote. The revised curriculum you wish to suggest includes world geography and history.
Diandra: I have included those because I knew the needs of today's economy and the globalization of markets is the prime reason as to why do world geography and history matter to me.
Jason frowned. He didn’t like this at all. Something bad was going to happen, very bad. He could feel it; his heightened psionic abilities were beeping a warning in the back of his mind. He turned around slightly in his seat on the small passenger plane, looking at all the civilians inside. It was only one third full, which was good. Hopefully not all of them would become innocent casualties. His eyes, invisible behind the issued sunglasses, scanned every face in the room. No, none of these people were going to be the ones to cause whatever he was afraid of.
Jason’s sunglasses beeped ever so quietly, and the HUD that was part of their technology scrolled across his vision. He switched his vision to thermal, but still, no one was carrying a weapon that he could see. Using his psychic powers, he sent a message to his brother. “Were not safe here. Something is going to happen. I can feel it.”
Three seats back, Ben’s head slowly turned to look at Jason. When they made eye contact, Ben nodded slightly, the action nearly invisible to other people. The mutant rose from his seat slowly, and started walking to the back of the plane. Looking out the windows. He attracted only a few odd glances, that was it.
Jason’s head, turned around to look at the front of the plane now. Because of his psychic powers, and his connection wit his brother, Ben stopped walking and turned around as well. Jason frowned, there was something going on up there. Underneath his sunglasses his eyes started to swirl slightly faster as his powers went to work. Ben was still standing in the isle, and he tensed.
Up in the front of the plane, the pilot and co-pilot of flight 039-A were talking back and forth, random small talk, nothing unusual. There was a small jolt of turbulence, and the pilot’s eyes averted back to his controls, and he steadied the plane. “What’s that?” The co-pilot said, looking at their radar. The pilot turned and looked as well, but he didn’t see anything. He gave his friend an odd look. But the co-pilot insisted, “No, I saw something.”
Both of them eyed the radar for a few more second, there, again, it detected something, for a second or two, then it vanished from the radar again. “What is that?” Neither of them knew. “It was heading for us.” The co-pilot said.
“Come on, flock of birds or something.” The pilot slowly turned the plane, as it had started to angle off trajectory. “Or another passenger plane.”
”It was going super-sonic.” The co-pilot said.
Back in the passenger area, Jason tensed as well. A second later, Ben swore, “Sh*t…” He walked over to the side and looked out the back window.
Diandra was asked by a mutant banker what do the healthcare plan affect the public funds.
Diandra: I know the mutant state government has some $4,5 billion of public debts. We are not covered by the normal government's taxation, because they hate us so much that they forget to send the IRS tax reports to us. Furthermore, they say that mutants won't benefit from normal taxes.
Mutant banker: The mutant tax rate? Maybe we should intervene in other economical sectors where mutants could be of some use.
Diandra: I have a mutant-run transportation plan. Every plan to intervene in normal people's activities have two possible consequences: the normal people will hate us less or they will hate us even more.
SHadow finished up on the computer, he was still in shock of what it had told him. He stood there for a moment thinking everything through. He had to move quickly. He looked up to the top of the room. His unautherised access had activated the facilitis self destruct. He had to wait for the warning light to stop it's flash before he could "shadowdash" to the top floor. He slowly counted the seconds between it's sweep, moving back into the shadows. "NOW!" He shrunk into the shadows and emerged at the top, just as the light removed all the shadows at the top floor. He ran back the way he came, past the destroyed guns and into the camp itself.
Shadow threw his weight onto the bannister of a nearby staircase and threw himself up it. Charging as fast as he could. He was nearly out by the time the camp and it's secret labs exploded. He phased to let the explosion pass through him, leaping into a nearby pool of water to re-phase.
Ginita winced as the foundations of the room she was celled into shook violently, the door not far from her at a second glance was now damaged and easily opened. Taking a chair, Ginita slammed it against the door and squeezed through the opening. Covering herself in a protective void as she realised the situation...something had blown up this base, but what and why?
Making her way through the wreckage, she finally came upon a pool about 40 yards from the building...there was someone in there. Keeping the void around her, she moved into the water and felt for a pulse, smiling a little when she felt a strong pulse, she put an arm around the man's shoulder and moved out of the deep water hoping that she was helping the right person.
((I hope thats ok Spike, if not...lemme know))
Mutant concerned citizen: For what office are you running again?
Diandra: The full name of the office is Mutant Premier Minister of Pennsylvania. I also get a seat in the Mutant Senate of Pennsylvania.
Contrary to the "normal" state government of Pennsylvania, who has both the General Assembly and the Senate elected, the mutant constitution of the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania included only one chamber: the Mutant Senate. Formerly, there was the State Legislative Assembly, but its practice was considered antidemocratic.
Mutant concerned citizen: I charge you of being too close to the Canadian authorities!
Diandra: You should at least know that what I desire is that every cabinet official be an elected member of the Senate and within my party. No mutant equivalent to a Lieutenant Governor will be avaible.
Mutant citizen: This is a purely Canadian-type reform!
Jim walked around not far from the camp. He still had his mutant camp police (MCP) uniform on, he liked it, gave he him respect. But then again he didn't like the clothes too much; a kid came up to him once saying:
"Thank you, mister."
"What for?" Jim responded kneeling down to the little boys’ height.
"For getting rid of the scary monsters my mommy calls m-mutants." The boy replied and ran off back to his mother.
Remembering this he hated himself for asking what the boy was thankful for.
The camp came into view once he walked a little further and he heard the explosion. He ran for cover behind a small wall turning himself invisible. It was just an instinct though the explosion never reached him. Jim ran towards the camp wondering what had caused the explosion, no one was supposed to be there. The camp was still a little far off when he caught a glimpse of Shadow by a pool, occupied by a girl he didn’t recognize. He let himself go visible as he put his MCP helmet on, covering his face. He quickly walked over with his gun pointed at them and yet he couldn't help but smile to see Shadow, maybe he knew where Karen was.
Jack Fire was glad to be back out in the real world away from all the scientists labs he had been in as a kid, Now as a 20 yr old man, He finally escaped.....
As Jack stood on the dark street,He wondered what to do now,as a man that spent all his life in a cage then gets out would.....The Fire that he could shoot at his hand was the reason that the scientists stole him as a kid, and he often wondered if there were Mutants out in the real world,just like him.
He would search to find them,if there was.......
Jack continued walking down the street.......
Jack walked in to a gas station, and said to the guy behind the counter ''I want all your clothes and 3 packets of smokes and some food'' As even a mutant had to eat and the scientist's experiments got him addicted to smoking.
The elderly man behind the counter laughed at this ''naked man with no weapon'' So Jack lifted his arm and a beam of fire singed the old mans hair. Take what you want! He said as he was shaking in fear,Jack grabbed his clothes and some smokes and food.
On his way out the store,he punched the elderly naked man in the face.
Once out the store, Jack put a cigarette in his mouth and used his arm to light it.
Jack continued through the dark street........
~You are doing pretty well so far K.Daddy 😉~
Karen had left the other mutants in a safe place, now she adventured off on her own. She changed her appearance, afraid people might recognize her, and walked to the nearest store she saw, a gas station. She smiled at a person she passed and browsed through the very small selection of frozen foods. Then she heard something:
"Take whatever you want!" She looked behind her and saw a naked man that had just flamed the counter guys' head. She watched closely as the man took the clothes, some ciggerates, and food. Once the man left the store she quickly followed.
During a tour of campaigning, Diandra stumbled upon the lab where Jack was previously held.
Diandra: Did you see a fire-capable mutant around here?
Scientist: Yes, I know of him, I spent years of research with him. His name is Jack Fire. I'm asking you if you are a mutant too.
Diandra: Yes, for I'm running for Mutant Premier Minister of Pennsylvania. I cannot run for a mutant office if I'm not a mutant myself. Please tell me. Do scientific programs like yours need more aid from the mutant government or the research subventions of the normal government will do?
Scientist: Before I answer your question, party leader, I have two questions for you. First, from what party are you? Second, what are your powers?
Diandra: I am the leader of the Citizen Option, some mutant party of the left that doesn't exist in the normal government, either state or federal. I have basically three powers: telekinesis, telepathy and I can throw blue thunderbolts from my hands.
The pilot and co-pilot both stared, “Were getting communications here.” He said, and opened the channel, “This is flight 727 Canada Airlines…” He said uncertainly. Glancing at his friend, and then fearfully at the radar, it was two fighter jets, at least it looked like that.
”Civilian flight 727, this is Major Hawkins of Echo flight, you have been charged for harboring mutants, I am sorry, but we must open fire on your craft. Over and out.” Hawkins cut the transmission; he really didn’t want to do this. They were civilians. But the orders had been to terminate the two subjects at all costs, and if it meant killing civilians, then they were to do it. And the orders to down this plane had come straight from the pentagon. He sighed, “Arm missiles.”
Inside the plane, Ben was staring at the planes, and then he stopped moving for a few seconds, “Jason those things are going to fire!” He said, “There going to kill everyone in this plane just to get at us.”
Jason jumped from his seat, “Everyone, stay in your seats.” He said, using his powers to help settle an aura of calm on them, and they all remained seated, “Don’t panic. Were mutants.” He said, at this several people started panicking, “And we can down the planes. Ben, the escape hatch on the side, I want it open. Make sure no one is sitting near it. I’m going to the cockpit.”
Ben nodded, “Yeah.” He walked around the people, taking people out of their seats, moving them to others, so no one was sitting near the hatch. “This is going to be rough, everyone buckle up and hold on.”
Jason entered the cockpit, albeit forcefully, “You need to dive.” He said, “Head for ground, where are we now?”
The pilot looked at him as if he were insane, but answered the questions, “Uh…uh… were over Pennsylvania.”
Jason nodded, “Ok, still, you need to lower this plane, and make an emergency landing anywhere you can. Those pilots will stop at nothing to down this plane. Were too high. Below the cloud level. If this thing starts to drop we don’t want to be going at terminal velocity when we hit the ground.” He turned and left the cockpit, to see Ben opening the hatch.
Both planes launched missiles, and both of them detonated half way to their target. Jason was braced; he’d created solid walls of air between the plane and the missiles. “Ben, hurry up, I can’t keep this up for ever.” Creating objects that far away, and when traveling at this speed, it was not an easy task.
Ben climbed out of the hatch, digging into the outside of the plane, he managed to keep himself from being thrown off. Using his powers, and keeping low against the plane, he managed to climb to the back, where the amount of air was lowest. “Ok Jason, I am your launch point.”
Jason, because he and Ben were brothers, could see through his eyes, Ben was the only one he trusted, and the connection between them was very strong. Ben’s eyes started to glow, and Jason used his psychic powers through his brother. One of the fighters wings strained, then crumpled, and it veered off to the side and started to fall. The seconds cockpit shattered as a solid sphere of air slammed into it. The plane exploded, but not before it shot off another missile. That missile also imploded before reaching it’s target, but it was very close. The plane started to smoke from the side.
The Co-pilot felt the jolt along with everyone else inside the plane, and warnings start showing up over his controls, “Were hit!”
Diandra could feel that the flight 727 Air Canada (the real name of Canada Airlines; I actually flew in a plane belonging to what you call Canada Airlines) was under attack by two jet aircraft and saved from destruction by mutants. She could also feel that the Pentagon, moved to L.A. until Washington is recaptured, was trying to scramble other jet craft.
Diandra (telepathically with Jason and/or Ben): Flight 727 Air Canada, this is Diandra Zero on the ground. Be forewarned that if other jet craft are after you, that I am going to assist you with my thunderbolt ability.