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The Dawn of Rebellion

Armada Headquarters

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a part of The Dawn of Rebellion, by Zephyr.

We're here to integrate you into what we like to call "human society", and to help you cope with what has happened to you. All we ask in return is that you don't jeopardize our cause.

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Located in SoHo, New York City, within a large basement underneath a business firm. One of Armada's founding members, and one of the most powerful Perceptive Altercator, Ouka, erased the knowledge of this basement's existence from every human in New York City's mind, as well as prevented them from perceiving its existence. Ouka, along with Zulu and Firus, the other two founders of Armada, reside there, constantly under the pressure of keeping the majority of New York City's mutant's safe.

Within the basement there is a large kitchen, two bathrooms, a few bunkers for new mutants, a work area for Armada's uppers, and rooms for the three founders.
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Armada Headquarters

We're here to integrate you into what we like to call "human society", and to help you cope with what has happened to you. All we ask in return is that you don't jeopardize our cause.

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Armada Headquarters is a part of New York City.

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Sky [1] "It's not a matter of who's going to let me, it's a matter of who's going to try and stop me."
Sunspark [0] ||000-467-284|| Lightning doesn't need to strike twice. Nothing survives the first time.
Director Raymond Stark [0] ||Genesis Director Stark|| ..::NPC::..
Firus [0] ||000-004-030|| ..::NPC::..
Kounetsu [0]
ALEX [0] Anti-mutant AI
Zenith [0] ||000-000-000|| GENESISPROTOTYPE: inactive

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"Ughh... That's the last of it." Xypher stretches in his chair, letting out an obnoxious yawn. After two hours of typing out and sorting several mutant registration forms, he was finally finished his Armada work for the day. He scratches his head, glancing over to the large flat-screen television mounted on the wall of the office. What he saw did not lighten his mood.

"Hey, Lil! You seein' this?" He calls back agitatedly to his close friend Lillia, who was lounging on the sofa reading a book. She did little more than move her eyes to see what he was talking about, before sighing and shaking her head. "This asshole's going to compromise our entire cause if he keeps this up. Look'it what they're calling him! The Mysterious Rift. The Ego-maniacal Attention-Seeker's more like it! Gods above, he's gonna expose the entirety of the mutant population if he keeps this up!" Xypher yelled, the frustration in his voice very clear. He stands up and furiously walks over to the coffee-maker, brewing himself a quick cup of instant brown water.

"Try not to get so flustered about it. It's not like they described how he does it, or have any footage of him Rifting. If he keeps it up though, he's gonna find himself in a world of trouble once the Genesists start sending out Hunters." Lillia says calmly from behind her book. Whilst she was talking, she had read through about 5 pages completely. With a final glance at the last page of the book, she closed it and stood, and in a split second the book was back upon its shelf, and she was sitting once more. "Besides, I'm sure that if we found him we'd be able to persuade him to calm his actions a little."

"True." Xypher said as he grabbed his now-full cup of coffee, and padding over to the sofa, mulling over their options with this boy. He sat, groaning like an old man and taking a swig from his coffee, grimacing at it's horrible taste. "You know, we've got this fantastic place to call our HQ, high-tech equipment, heck, we've even got security! Would it be so much to ask for a decent cup of coffee?" He heard Lillia snicker beside him, and he shot her a scowl, sighing in frustration. "Bi-Weekly coffee complaint aside, I think it's best that I try and confront him and convince him to join us, or at least tone down his activity."

"And if he refuses?" Lillia asked, readjusting in her seat so she was now laying down with her feet on Xypher's lap. She smirked, as he took another sip of coffee.

"Well, 'f he refuses..." He downed the last of his coffee, and tossed the cup into the garbage beside him. He returned a smirk to the girl, who rolled her eyes at him. "...I'll kick his little ass."

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Ari walked down a long hallway soundlessly, barely flicking a glance at those who tried to make conversation with her as she passed. Sure she was being rude, but she was being summoned by Cain at the moment with a message reading You'd better get here now. It's important. -Cain She was already in a less than good mood, and having something else to worry about wasn't helping. She'd just gotten back from an assassination assignment, since one of their assassins had gotten injured and she needed to fill in for them. The assignment had, unfortunately, taken two weeks to accomplish. She had only been back at headquarters for about twenty minutes, and already she had received an urgent message.

She finally reached Cain's room, knocking on the door and pushing her hands into her back pockets to wait patiently. Cain was the first person she had really met since she had escaped from the facility. He was a few years older than her, or so she thought, since she wasn't even sure how old she was. He had taken great care of her, and was to this day still the only person she really trusted and let her guard down a little around. She glanced up from the tile on the floor she was studying when the door opened and she was pulled into the room.

"Jeez, what took you so long?" Cain asked, his deep blue eyes flicking over Ari, obviously making sure she was alright. He wasn't the most patient person in the world, and often got frustrated when things went slower than he wished. Ari rolled her eyes and walked past him into the room, heading over to the miniature fridge he kept. She rummaged around for a few seconds before pulling out a bottled water that felt cool through the fabric of her gloves.

"What was so important that I had to be here right away?" She asked as she popped the cap from the bottle and lifted it to her mouth. Her eyes closed, in almost relief, as she cool liquid slid past her lips and down her throat. She had thought about getting some coffee, but it wouldn't have had any more effect on her than the water she was drinking. The coffee at Headquarters might as well have been water, it was brown and almost tasted like water. Nothing like the caffeine-filled goodness it was supposed to taste like. She crossed the room to take a seat on Cain's couch and sighed softly, practically sagging into the soft cushions. She fixed her odd-colored eyes on Cain, awaiting his response.

"Well, one, I wanted to make sure you were alive and well. Two..." He trailed off and picked up the T.V remote as he took the seat next to her, draping his arm over the back of the couch. He clicked it on, and the news popped up. Ari watched it for a few minutes, eyebrows raised. Mysterious Rift? Was the guy really trying to draw attention to himself? If he kept it up, he'd likely be hunted and dead by the end of the week. After the news switched to another topic, Cain flicked off the T.V and turned to look at her, waiting for her response.

"Lame name." She smirked softly and took another swig of her water. Cain flashed her a crooked grin and shook his head for a moment before shooting her one of his really though looks. "Well, it's not like the humans really know whats going on. They don't know how he's doing what he's doing. Although he'll be in trouble with some hunters soon. They more than likely already know what's going on." Ari shrugged and rested her head back against the couch cushion, closing her eyes.

"Well, chances are the others have seen him. I wonder if anyone has a plan for this." Cain muttered under his breath. They both knew they needed to get to the boy before the Genesis hunters did, or the boy would be shark bait. Ari was pretty sure someone else had a plan, and they would more than likely call a meeting for it to fill other people in. It was only a matter of time before they got the message. For now though, she was tired, and Cain's couch was extremely comfortable. She wasn't going to be getting up any time soon unless she had to.

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There were two knocks at the door to the office; within a second, Lillia was up and across the room, cutting the third knock short. The boy at the door looked surprised for a moment, but surprise quickly turned to urgency.

"Oh... Miss Lillia, I should've guessed you'd be here too. But Xypher," he smiled, looking around Lillia to Xy, who smiled and gave him a quick wave "Miss Ariadne has returned from her assignment."

Xypher nodded, standing and dusting himself off. "Thanks, Rio. You can go home now if you want." He said politely, stalking over to the door. The boy thanked him, and left with a quick good bye. Xypher chuckled, resting his arm on Lillia as he reached her. "...Always so formal." He sighed, ruffling the girl's hair and passing by her and into the hallway. "Anywho, I've gotta get over to Cain's office 'n welcome back 'Miss Ariadne'. I also wanted to bring up our little rifting friend... I'll see you later sisser." He turned and began walking down the long hallway towards Cain's office, giving Lillia a wave over his shoulder.

"Alrighty then." Lillia said, rolling her eyes. She closed the door behind her and stalked down the hallway in the other direction. "I'll be waiting for you at your house. Movie night tonight, remember?"

"Of course." Xypher shouted back. He snickered to himself. Gods above, they were so immature around each other. Yelling down a hallway to communicate, without even facing each other. "Ahhh... better hurry up..." He muttered, teleporting down the hallway to Cain's office door. He gave it a quick knock before turning the handle and letting himself in.

"Hey Cain." Xypher said, leaning against the office door as he closed it behind him. He gave the man a wave, before turning his attention to Ari. "Hey Ari. Welcome back." He gave her a warm smile. "Now, welcomes aside, I'm sure Cain's told you about that Rifting asshole? Well, if he hasn't yet, there's some Rifting asshole using his powers to act like a Superhero."

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"Hmm..." Xypher glanced over to the girl's stomach as it let out a small growl, and chuckled quietly. He shook his head briefly, before meeting her eyes worriedly. "Ari, you're going to work yourself to death. Go home, get some food into you, and get some rest." He smirked cockily. "I can handle this on my own. You and I both know how useless we are all when we're exhausted. Besides, how much trouble could one kid cause?" He was sure that she wouldn't agree to letting him go in alone, but he was hoping that for once she might. He uncrossed his arms and ran a hand slowly through his hair. He himself was exhausted from all of the work he'd already done in the day, and he could use any help Ari could offer, but he couldn't bear the thought of anything bad happening to her, or anyone he knew really. Nonetheless, he suppressed expressing how tired he actually was and went back to crossing his arms.

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Kounetsu started to regain consciouness. She was laying a bed in a dark room. She instantly grabbed at her possessions, but soon realized they were still on her. She pulled out her zippo and struck it on. It gave the room a little light, enough so that she could get out of it. She felt safe here for some reason, and since she didn't where she was from, maybe it's good that she goes on her intuition. She stepped out of the room and looked down the halls, seeing eople going everywhere on either side of her. She looked around, not reallly knowing where to go.

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"Huh..." Xypher sighed, uncrossing his arms and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Well, as much as I hate to admit it, you are probably right." He snickered, putting a hand on the doorknob and turning it, pulling the door open and stepping through. "Well, I'm going to go and ask Zulu if she can get a bead on this guy's current location." He waved over his shoulder at Cain in a very non-chalant manner. It wasn't put of disrespect for the man; simply the casual relationship they all had around here... Well, most had around here. "See yah, Cain. Don't worry; I'll bring her back without a scratch on her." He spun around, walking down the hall backwards as he spoke. "Ari, meet me at the Exit Door in a few minutes." And with that, he spun back around, and weaved around a girl with long, black hair. She seemed like she was confused; probably a new arrival. He was going to have to deal with her later, but at the moment he was a little too busy. He glanced at her and gave her a warm smile, waving at her as he passed her. "Welcome." He said, before teleporting to the far end of the hallway.

The Three Founders were located on the lowest level of the Basement floors. Xypher walked down the main staircase quickly, reaching the bottom floor with relative haste. He pushed open the reinforced door after a quick knock, and stepped in to the room. Ouka, Zulu, and Firus were all sitting down in their respective armchairs; Ouka and Zulu were reading, while Firus was typing away on his laptop. None of them looked up from what they were doing to greet the boy as he entered, but they did acknowledge him, even if it didn't show.

"Salut, Xypher." Zulu smiled as if he already knew what it was that the boy wanted... Well, he did already know what the boy wanted. "You wish to know the location of this... Rifting child?" He spoke slowly in his slight french accent. The man put his book down for a moment, closing his eyes to concentrate. The room seemed to fizzle with energy as he concentrated, making Xypher shudder a little. After close to three minutes, he opened his eyes, shaking his head in remorse. "I cannot get an exact fix on his location, but I can tell you that he is somewhere in the southern end of the city... Near Trinity. And they are making a move. I fear that if you do not hurry, it will be too late." Ouka and Firus remained silent, still concentrating intently on whatever it was they were doing.

"Thank you, Zulu." Xypher smiled, bowing slightly in respect, before making his way out of the room. As he closed the door behind him, he caught one last glimpse of the man, returning to his book. As he made his way up the stairs, he shook his head. They certainly were powerful; frighteningly so. But as envious as most mutants were of their intense power, Xypher strangely wasn't. In fact, he pitied them. They were under the constant stress of protecting the lives of so many, rarely ever stopping to eat, and only sleeping in turns. It was... sad really.

He jogged up the stairs towards the Exit Door quickly. Ari was probably already there, and he hated to keep her waiting.

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Ari rolled her eyes at Xy's comment on bringing her back without a scratch. Try saying that the other way around. Ari would be Xypher back without a scratch. She shot Cain a look before the door closed behind them, then glanced over at Xypher as he told her to meet him by the exit. She assumed he was going to find the location of the kid. She headed towards the exit, mentally preparing herself for a trap.

When she reached the exit, she leaned against the wall, folding her arms over her flat stomach. It let out a small growl again and she closed her odd colored eyes, forcing herself to not focus on her current physical condition. She would definitely last for getting this kid. She could probably last longer than that if she had to. She heard footsteps making their way towards her and she opened her eyes, her gaze resting on Xypher.

"Are we teleporting or taking my bike?" She asked, pushing herself away from the wall. Instead of a car, Ari used a motorcycle to get around. She preferred it much more than a car, since it was easier to maneuver in right places. It came in handy for rode chases or making a quick get away. Cain had given it to her as a gift for her last "birthday". She was glad to replace it with her old, banged up one.

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In her makeshift office at HQ, Brihan worried. She was a worrier by nature. She worried for the unknown boy on the news who had been noticed by the humans. She worried for the Armada agents who had gone to retrieve him. And she worried for all the other broken and lost mutants out there, wandering and alone in this unkind world.

In this place Armada had tried to make a safe space for dispossessed mutantkind. Sometimes Brihan wondered if they were really making a difference, and if the price was worth it.

Dismissing those negative thoughts with an impatient shake of her head, she turned her attention back to her little office. Most of the space was taken up with a computer, chemistry equipment and storage cupboards. It wasn't much, but it was something, and she hadn't had anything before. She wished she had some photographs of some loved ones to put on a shelf somewhere; she had seen that in the movies.

Tonight was a good night for some research... although she had another responsibility to take care of first. She logged on to the computer and brought up the file she had been working on earlier: Thomas, a recent arrival. He had been sleeping in their accommodation for the past two days and would need a medical exam and history in order to complete his registration. He looked fairly young, so Brihan would have to arrange some kind of education for him. She had long wished for the Armada to offer their own classes, but they were still far too small and underfunded for that to happen. Instead she would have to register him at a technical college, which would mean providing him with a new identity. Then she would have to help him with accommodation and finding part-time employment. Hopefully he would be on his feet and ready to move out within a month or two, which would free up a bed for another arrival.

She minimized his file and rubbed her temples. She was probably overworking herself, but there was so much to be done and so few of them who were able and willing to do it. And besides, this was her life now. She didn't have a family, a past, a purpose, nothing. So long as she was helping others, making a difference in their lives, maybe her own life had some meaning.

She decided to have a walk around and check on their residents to make sure they were all settling in okay. It was important for everyone to stick together and foster a sense of community if they were to have a chance at surviving. She got up, stretched, and left her office to stroll through the corridors.

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Brihan started as the girl ran into her.

The girl said, "I don't mean to be a bother, but can you help me? I'm a little....well EXTREMELY lost in this place...." She smiled, a innocent smile, but helpless smile.

Brihan's protective instincts came into play as she took in the figure of the small, bemused-looking girl. However, she also noticed some dangerous looking accessories worn around the girl's body. She reminded herself many mutants were disturbed and dangerous individuals - she knew that from personal experience. She decided that this would have to be done carefully and sensitively.

She smiled and shook the girl's hand. "Pleased to meet you. My name's Brihan. I'm the resident counselor, nurse and researcher here at Armada. If you need help getting settled in, you've come to the right place."

"I'm Kounetsu."

"Very pleased to meet you, Kounetsu." A Japanese name, possibly? She wondered if Kounetsu had chosen that for herself, or if someone else had given it to her. Brihan herself had taken an Amharic name, although the outside world knew her as Melissa Summers, the name on her identity papers.

Brihan led Kounetsu down the corridors to one of the empty offices and asked her to take a seat. She didn't want to use her own personal office as the sight of the lab equipment could be upsetting to new arrivals, triggering memories of their experiences in the Genesis facility.

"Now, you just have a seat there and I'll get you a nice cup of hot chocolate," she said. She didn't want to encourage alcoholism as a coping strategy, and besides most of them didn't need any encouragement.

When she came back with two mugs of chocolate, the girl was sitting in almost exactly the same position. There was a troubling look on her face, focused and slightly dreamy at the same time. Brihan handed the mug of hot chocolate over and took a seat. Kounetsu held the mug in her hands and watched the rising steam. She seemed to be fascinated by the sensation of the hot ceramic on her skin.

"Well," said Brihan, "let me give you a brief overview of how things work here. The purpose of Armada is to help people like us rebuild their lives and survive in a somewhat hostile world. It's not easy starting afresh with no memories, not to mention the Genesis project still keen to hunt us down and reclaim or neutralize us. We're trying to build a community here, where everyone can find a purpose, develop their potential and pursue their own passion." She took a sip from the mug. "Some of us, particularly the older and more experienced members, are directly involved in resistance work, including investigation and even combat. Our younger and more inexperienced members are usually pursuing some kind of education and employment. We also have staff like myself, who are involved in things like counseling, administration and research."

"I'm sure that you'll find a place here, whatever interests you. The most important thing is that I want you to feel at home, like you belong here. Most of us have nobody else." Brihan looked at Kounetsu and wondered how much of this she was taking in. She still hadn't drunk her hot chocolate. It was going to get cold. "When you feel ready, we would like to register you in our database. That will involve a demonstration of your abilities and a medical exam. You don't have to take part until you're ready. I know that you've probably had enough of lab tests for the moment. You can stay here for as long as you need to. And, uh, one final thing."

Brihan reached out carefully and put her hand on Kounetsu's, which was still gripping the mug. "I'm your friend."

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Kounetsu was stunned at the kindness. She didn't know why she had been surprised by it..... What kind of life had she really led before the experiments. She had to make them pay, and she had to find out her past. She looked at her now cold cup of choco. She blew on it, making it sizzle. She then took it all in one gulp. "I want to be involved in combat." She said standing up, and slamming her cup down. "They WILL pay....no matter how cool these powers are...." She smiled, her famous brigth smile that lit up the darkest corners of the night. "I only don't mind tests when I am not asked to do them. Besides, I am totally in the mood to show off." She said flipping her hair and giggling. She touched Brihan's hand. Her touch felt extra warm on Brihan's skin. Her bright smile turned to a flirtacious smirk," I will follow you to the ends of the earth. Lead the way."

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Brihan was both surprised and impressed. Kounetsu had such a vibrant personality, the determination of a fighter and the playfulness of a young woman. It was remarkable how so many survivors of Genesis had developed strong, resilient characters despite their traumatic past, or perhaps because of it. And the way Kounetsu had heated up that liquid indicated a strong power if Brihan was not mistaken.

"Well," she said, "if you're determined to be one of our resistance agents, we should get you registered as soon as possible. We need all the help we can get."

This time Brihan led the way into her own office. She flicked the light switch and directed Kounetsu to a large examining table before logging on to the computer and creating a new profile in the Armada database. She measured and recorded Kounetsu's height and weight, water content, bone density, muscle mass and body fat. "Hmm. You're looking healthy so far, except that you're underweight with low levels of body fat. I think regular meals should help with that." Brihan took out a syringe and drew a sample of Kounetsu's blood. "I'll analyze this later." She placed three drops of blood in a small test tube and stored the rest in a refrigerator. Then she took a drop of G-det, a solution she had developed earlier, and added it to the blood in the test tube. As Kounetsu's blood bubbled, Brihan measured the reaction with a voltmeter.

"There are high levels of Genetically Altering Biomede in your blood," Brihan observed. "This is just a preliminary test, but I think it's safe to conclude that you were one of the high level test subjects in Genesis. That would put you in the same class as most of us here at Armada, which means you must have some powerful abilities."

She typed the results of her analysis into the database. "We're almost done here. I wonder if you could provide a demonstration of your power?"

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"I'm sorry, Kounetsu, we'll get you something to eat right after this." Brihan rummaged around in her desk. "We don't have very advanced equipment here. I'm still trying to get things organized. However, I have been working on a test dummy equipped with a range of sensors. If only we had someone with real mechanical or engineering experience on the team, that would make things a lot easier. I'm more of a theorist myself, but I'm learning. We all have to learn -"

There was a distant yet clearly audible burst of noise followed by the sound of raised voices.

Brihan glanced up, a worried expression on her face. "It sounds like some of our agents are back from their mission. They may need help. Come with me. This'll have to wait."

She grabbed Kounetsu by the hand and tugged her into the corridor. They raced along, heading in the direction of the clinic. Brihan got there first, threw the door open, ran inside and skidded to a halt. A sight greeted her: The teleporter Xypher lying on a bed, looking like hell; the psychic leech Ariadne looking pale and worried; an unknown boy who looked exhausted with a shock of white and brown hair; and the strangest, most frightening girl Brihan had ever seen, with bizarrely scarred arms and a slightly demented expression, sprawled on a couch.

Brihan turned and looked at Kounetsu. "Uh... meet your new teammates. Ahem. Excuse me for a moment, I can see I have some work to do."

She took a first aid kit and some equipment from a nearby drawer, and decided that Xypher would need to be looked over first.

"Let me see... over-exertion, as usual. You just don't know when to stop, do you? I'm telling you, Xypher, if Genesis won't kill you, your own powers will." She paused when she saw the blood on Xypher's back. Carefully, she peeled back the part of his suit where it had been burned away. "Laser burn or some kind of energy weapon. Maybe electric or plasma." Brihan swallowed. What kind of thing had Genesis sent after them now? "This will sting a bit." She applied some antiseptic cream and stuck on a plaster bandage. "There."

Next she looked at Ariadne and the white-haired boy. "You've been pushing yourselves too. For god's sake, please sit down and have a rest."

That just left... her.

I am a professional dedicated to helping others, Brihan told herself. Summoning her courage, she slowly approached the scarred girl on the couch. "Uh... hello there. Would you mind if I had a look at you? You seem to be a little inebriated..."

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Kounetsu looked at her teammates. They all looked like they went through Hell one hundred times over again. She saw Brihan stop and breathe for a second, wondering what was wrong. She walked around, looking at the hurt ones. She stopped at Xypher ,"This was the man who first greeted me...." She looked down at him, thinking that if only she had gotten here sooner, if only she could have gone with them. She could have helped, she felt that she needed, and she wanted to. A tear streamed down her face, only seen by Xypher. Her sadness turned to anger, as it usually does. The tear steamed away as her temperature rose. She turned to Brihan, her serious 'business' attitude turning on,"How can I help? I am pyrokinetic, is there any way I can help them? They looked burned, but if there are any aches that need heat, I can provide it."

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Brihan nodded in Kounetsu's direction. "Thankfully, I don't think any of these injuries are too serious. I may need to run more tests, but it looks as though they're mainly suffering from fatigue."

Suddenly the scarred girl on the couch began to babble. She looked at Brihan for a moment, apparently frustrated, before getting up and walking over to some drawers. Brihan watched apprehensively as the scarred girl dug around, found a pen and paper, wrote something down and thrust it into Brihan's hand. Brihan read the message carefully. Whatever she had been expecting to see, it wasn't a fluent and eloquent message printed in an elegant cursive hand. Somehow it didn't fit with the woman's appearance.

"Well," said Brihan, smiling, "I'm glad that you're okay. Although I am concerned that you may have developed a binge drinking habit." She reread the second part of the note and glanced at Xypher. "As for where you are, and who we are... I think someone else should explain that." She walked toward Xypher, holding the pad in her hand.

Meanwhile the new boy had asked a question, and Xypher, typically, snapped at him, lecturing him in a furious tone. From his remarks, Brihan gathered that the boy with the multicoloured hair was the rifter who had been on the news.

"Uh, Xypher," said Brihan, "maybe you should be more sensitive. Give him a break, he's quite young and was all by himself. Any of us might have acted the same in his situation. And you shouldn't be getting worked up with that injury - "

She wondered why Xypher wasn't answering back, but then she saw that he was lying unconscious, with blood trickling from his mouth.

"Damn," she said, hurrying to his side. "I should have done an internal scan. It's more serious than I thought."

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Matthew sighed, and watched Kou write brilliantly. "Whats your name by the way?" he asked, and then looking at Bri and Xy. He took a deep breath, and resisted any action he really wanted to do right now, since it was a more sensitive topic. He then told Xypher "Hey, would you please not mention that? I don't actually like it you know, its....." he then paused. He took another deep breath, and simply said "It holds too many memories....". He then remembered what he had done after the mall. He had first thought of returning home, to his town. He then however realized he had no idea about his past. Whats worse, he then thought about if they would still be alive, since if they were looking for him, would the CIA kill them?

He then agreed with Bri and said "And you shouldn't be moving alot, or thinking a lot, you should..." he started, but Xypher passed out before he could finish. "Well, now i kind of wish my friend was here, knowing Rebeca, she could telepathically find us a good....." he started again, only to freeze once more. "...find one of us that could heal him" he finished, going back and sitting down. His head was still throbbing, on account of too many rifts. He then noted toward Brihan "And i don't think we met, im Matthew, and just.....don't ever use that name please....". He pointed toward the TV with the news on it. It wasn't talking about him, but the concept was fairly clear.

And then, to dis-spell any future questions, he told them all "And no, the white part of my hair isn't natural, neither is the white ring in my eye". The implication of that was the cost of gaining his powers had done to him genetically. With all the thoughts he just had, he soon lost the mood to talk, and he sat down against a wall, seeming distant, and surrounded in bad memories.

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Xypher stood, stretching a little in an attempt to work out the kinks in his body. He looked around the room for a moment, noticing that the other people he'd seen in the room had left. With a close to the clinic's door, he disrobed, and quickly picked up his clothing from the foot of the bed, sliding it on. There was still a big hole in the left shoulder of his shirt, but that was something that could easily be fixed. The man tossed the frock into the bio-hazardous waste disposal bin out of protocol, and pivoted on his heel, strutting towards the door. Judging from the severity of the situation, their few warriors were probably gathered in their makeshift planning room [also known as the main lobby].

He exited the room with a diligence in his walk, padding down the hall.

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Out in a corridor, Brihan tried not to panic. It wasn't easy. The news of Genesis' impending arrival was triggering a flood of unpleasant memories: helplessness, fear, desperation. She tried a cognitive behavioral therapy technique. I'm not a weak, vulnerable experiment any more. I'm a person. I have an identity, I'm strong and independent, I have a home. I can succeed at anything if I put my mind to it. I have no fear. It was somewhat bracing and it did clear her mind, though it couldn't drive away the uneasy queasiness in her stomach.

She wouldn't be any good in combat. Perhaps she should go to the control room where she could help to co-ordinate the defences and operate the mainframe. On the other hand, what if she was needed on hand in case someone was injured during the battle? Where should she go?

First things first. She would have to gather as many medical supplies as possible and transport them to the command centre. Then there was her research, all the work she had done on the biochemistry of the Genesis subjects. Her data were all uploaded to the main server, so that shouldn't be a problem, unless their mainframe was hacked... What about the paper records, notices, certificates and forms she had on file? That represented months of work. What about her diploma? She felt a surge of anger at that. It suddenly struck her that the Genesis project was attacking her home. She had worked so hard to rebuild her identity and her future after they had taken her past away from her, and now they were coming back to destroy her life again. Well, she wouldn't let them. This time she wasn't alone and defenceless. This time she'd make them pay.

She noticed the intoxicated girl standing close by, looking somewhat bewildered. Brihan approached her. "Listen, I think you should go down to the command centre. I'll have some sleeping bags sent down. You're in no condition to be running around at the moment, it's not safe. You need to rest until you recover. I'll show you the way."

She went through the corridors and gathered as many mutants as she could. Some of them were milling around looking scared, others were ready to fight, and some looked as dazed as Brihan herself felt. "The five of you, go to my clinic, grab as many medical supplies as you can and take them to the control room. We especially need bandages, antibiotics, blood," she ticked them off on her fingers, "and you'll need to grab some equipment. Take any drugs you can find. Go now, run. I want you down in the command centre in ten minutes, unless you're planning to fight. And you five, go to the kitchen and storeroom and bring as much food as you can. We need canned and preserved food, nothing that can spoil; we won't have much fridge space, if any. Be back in ten minutes, your life may depend on it. The rest of you, come with me, we're going underground."

She turned to make sure that the scarred girl was following. "Let's go, let's go, come on people, let's move, this is not a drill."

As they passed her office, she glanced in before she kept walking. She thought, Maybe it's a good thing I didn't have a picture of my family to put up there after all.

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As Ari brushed by him, Xypher stopped dead in his tracks, a look of concern on his face. As the girl spoke, he smirked cockily. There she went again, acting as though she expected anything less of him. He shook his head at her, giving his shoulder a roll backwards. He knew that she didn't actually care whether or not he chose to fight [she never had a problem with it], so her comment had to be a joke.

"I'm headed to the Lobby. And where do you think you're going? You over-exerted yourself much more than I did yesterday. You really should get some more rest, down in the Founder's Room." He cocked out his hip, leaning most of his weight on his left leg, and crossed his arms. His foot began tapping; unlike Ari, he was completely serious about what he had just said. He truly was concerned for only her safety...

At the mention of him visiting Cain's office for healing, he waved his hand in a 'pish-posh' manner. "I'm actually one-hundred-and-ten percent better. I don't know what Bri did, but the wound doesn't hurt at all anymore. And on top of that, the hour and a half of sleep that I got really seemed to perk me up." Xypher made a goofy flexing pose, before crossing his arms again. "Really, though. I'm feeling fine. And you still look tired, Ari... And you know I'd never be able to forgive myself if something happened to you in the field..."

His gaze drifted to the floor. He'd already lost a few good friends to Genesis, all due to his foolishness... He shook his head and returned his focus to Ari. "We haven't much time left, Ari." He swept around her and diligently resumed his walk to the lobby. He glanced over his shoulder back at the girl. "Please, just... Listen to me for once and stay with the others."

As the man reached the lobby, the lights seemed to dull themselves, and a voice whispered within his head...

Do not be afraid. We are going to redirect mostly all of the power out of the basement so as to attempt to make us less detectable by the machine's scanners. It will be very dark in a few minutes. Those who are going to be fighting, you may want to exiting the building as fast as possible. Do not make yourselves known unless it is a necessity. We would like to avoid any and all bloodshed if possible. And please, all of you... return safely.

Xypher shook his head slightly; he had never really liked the feeling of Zulu entering his mind... As much as he respected the man, he liked to keep his thoughts to himself sometimes. The seven mutants in the lobby began their move towards the staircase. Amongst them, Xypher recognized the Cloaker named Sunny, the Transmogrifier Helouise, and the Gravity Manipulating Ren. He smirked cockily as a plan seemed to form itself in his mind. He caught up to the group and exited with them, dipping through the exit door quickly.

"Ren. Get us onto the rooftop. Sunny; once everyone's up there, throw up a cloak. Helouise, if you can manage it, try to create a spherical dome around us that would render their heat sensors useless. Hopefully, we won't have to maintain it for long..."

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Brihan read the message Seamstress had written and nodded. "Weapons... we do have some firearms in the command centre." With the power cut, they had to take the stairs. It was eerie, the group of them descending through the silent gloom, the corridors illuminated only by the soft blue luminescent panels set into the walls and floors at regular intervals.

Once they were in the founders' room, Brihan left some of the the other senior staff in charge of getting everyone organised and settled in, while she and Seamstress went to a weapons locker. Brihan swiped her hand on the palm reader and pressed her right eye against the retinal scanner to satisfy the security. The locker slid out of the wall and its cover slowly rose, revealing a range of firearms.

"Let's see," said Brihan. "These four are mag pistols." Small, compact handguns with gleaming silver bodies, each containing a miniature magnetic field generator for propelling bullets. "I'm pretty sure these two are plasma shotguns." The shotguns had long barrels and each was connected by a tube to a large backpack, which contained the plasma production unit. "And these... well, you can read the labels. I'm not such an expert on weapons, to be honest." She took a mag pistol for herself, nervously checking that the safety was on before holstering it in her jeans. She added three clips of ammo, which should be plenty. She wasn't planning to get involved unless she didn't have a choice. It depended on exactly what sort of invasion force was coming. Speaking of which... "Hang on. Let's see if we can get some idea of what we'll be facing before we prepare ourselves." She turned and went to the computer terminals, which were being manned a number of distressed-looking people. "Have you picked anything up?" she asked one of them.

It turned out that they had. Brihan was shown images captured from external and rooftop cameras of... a thing. A dark blur rushing past their cameras, moving extremely quickly. The technician slowed the video down and the blur resolved into some kind of robot, metallic and vaguely humanoid, in a very loose sense of the word. A single red light blinked sinisterly on its forehead and the rest of it seemed to be made of metallic limbs, claws and tentacles. Brihan swallowed. "Any idea of its capabilites?" The technician brought up another video showing a street in a different part of New York; a CCTV hack. On screen, a distortion appeared and a young man stepped out of it. Brihan recognized him as the rifter she had met earlier that day. Suddenly, a dark mass shot into the image and seized the boy. Extensions shot out of its body and did something to him before a blade flashed out and slit his throat, a jet of blood fountaining up to the sky. His limbs jerked and twitched spasmodically before he dropped to the ground and finally lay still. The hulking metal thing crouched over his corpse for a few more moments, its red eye pulsing and its head turning left and right like a bloodhound seeking out a scent, before it sped out of view as quickly as it had come.

Brihan covered her hand with her mouth. "That thing... is outside our building now?" She was shown more pictures, of the robot appearing outside Armada HQ and climbing straight up the side of the building so quickly it seemed to fly. She'd always had a vivid imagination and now it was in overdrive; her heart began to thump in her chest. That hulking metal beast was climbing and stalking right above them. She couldn't get the image of the blade out of her mind; she imagined the thing picking her up and slashing at her throat again and again, her bright blood gushing and spraying all over. She took deep calming breaths, pushed the thoughts away and forced her attention back to the situation at hand.

"Wait," she said. "Why did it let itself be captured on camera? The CCTV footage is controlled by the government, but why let itself be captured on our own cameras? Unless... " The realization hit her. "It's attacking right now. It doesn't matter if we see it because we won't have time to prepare before it destroys us."

She turned and ran back to the weapons locker. She pulled out as many of the drawers as she could, searching desperately through the contents. "It's a robot, a robot, a damn robot." It must have some weakness. She found what she was looking for: the EM grenades, which generated a powerful radiation field that disrupted machinery and scrambled its instructions. She pulled out a couple of batches and stuffed them into a backpack. She had no idea if they would work, but it was worth a try. She also packed an electric taser, which fired a metal rod into its target before delivering a powerful electric current. She couldn't think what else to pack, and besides the other mutants up there probably had more firepower than most of these firearms, so she decided to leave it at that. She took another mag pistol and a couple more clips of ammo and hoisted them on her belt. Being laden down with all these instruments of death felt awkward; she was a healer, not a fighter. But she could give as good as she got when the situation called for it. And somehow the knowledge that their enemy was a machine, not a real, thinking, feeling person, made her feel less conflicted about taking part in the battle. It also made her terrified. Humans could feel mercy, hesitation, doubt and guilt. They could be reasoned with or pleaded with. But a machine would only follow its orders to the letter and feel nothing.

She turned to Seamstress. "Let's go up."

She hadn't wanted to fight, but now she was fighting for her life.

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Sky stumbled in the semi-darkness of the old New York streets, towards the club where many of the Mutants of the Armada had been hiding. She just hoped someone was there, someone who could help her.
Clutching her bleeding stomach, Sky really wished she could have healing powers instead of pyrokinesis. She could only burn stuff. She felt stupid and exhausted and tired, ready to pass out when she hit the doorstep of the night club, peering in to see if anyone was there. It looked pretty much dark, the only lights were lava lamps, and there was maybe one person sitting at the counter, but she couldn't tell, her vision was dimming from loss of blood. Just before she slipped into unconciousness, she banged on the glass window with her blood soaked hand, leaving a bright red print on the dusty glass. Then, all she could see was blackness.