Chapter 5
Training Day
Part 1
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Leona finally closed her laptop and started a rundown on ship systems. She wanted to make sure that the computer on the Wolves Tears had recorded the events that had led them to this alternate dimension. She made her way foreward and sat in the pilots chair, typing in her key code and waiting for the ship to respond. Several seconds later, the computer answered. She retrieved the information and backed it up on a small disk that McCoy had given her earlier. Him wanting to study the data further.
She stretched. "This is probably the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me, but at least the Pack got a day of R&R."
Leona smiled, thinking of the training she was going to put them through the next day. She wanted to see what kind of limitations she had to her higher psychic abilities and wanted to test the others as well. It would be a perfect chance to see what they had to offer to their benefactor.
She yawned and looked at the mess in the loading bay. Crates and ammo boxes containing their Moritas lay scattered over the deck. Sighing, she used her telekenesis to move the debris into its proper housings. Next she had some water, buckets and mops swabbing the decks, as she went about sanitizing the bay.
Leona called out to the ship's computer to scan all radio frequencies hoping for something that she might like. Songs from all over the world pour in from the speakers mounted all over the ship. Indian, Jamaican, Spainish, Chicano, and English made a raquet until she called for an English filtering of the stations. After a few seconds she found what she wanted and asked for it to be turned to level 5 volume standard.
Leona grinned and thought of what CM would do to her if she heard what was playing. She snorted and started to wipe down a bulkhead. *She would tear me limb from limb, is what she would do.* Leona smiled and started to sing, calling for the volume to turned up to level 7 standard.
Life's got to always be messing with me. (You wanna see the light)
Can't they chill and let me be free? (So do I)
Can't I take away all this pain. (You wanna see the light)
I try to every night, all in vain... in vain.
Sometimes I cannot take this place.
Sometimes it's my life I can't taste.
Sometimes I cannot feel my face.
You'll never see fall from grace
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Erik walked into the hangar and nearly fell back under an onslaught of noise. He sneered and continued into the dark chasm, to the only light source. The light pooled around the visitors transport ship. The black and purple hull gleamed in the bright white light It was similar to the X-Jet in many ways except it had a sharper nose and boxy dimensions. There were stubbs for wings and no tail wing to speak of. It looked almost like a triangular box. Sitting on four spindly legs it loomed in the darkened bay like a giant monster waiting for its prey. He was amazed at the amount of weight that they held. He wondered if it was even metal. He shrugged and had almost forgotten about the music until he heard a husky female voice belt out a couple of verses from the rear of the vessel.
Something takes a part of me.
You and I were meant to be.
A cheap fuck for me to lay. (I'd cheat but for me to lay ?)
Something takes a part of me.
Feeling like a freak on a leash. (You wanna see the light)
Feeling like I have no release. (So do I)
How many times have I felt diseased? (You wanna see the light)
Nothing in my life is free... is free
Erik turned the rear of the ship and looked in. He was surprised at the activity. Mops swished across the deck of the loading bay, water sloshing in buckets and onto the deck. He spied Leona scrubbing away at a bulkhead, the smell of ammonia strong in the air. He smirked and raised his voice over the cacophony.
"Luietenent!"
Leona spun around and dropped her cloth. "Computer, cut transmission and save to data files. Hello, Mr. Lenshirr, to what do I owe this visit?"she asked reaching for her cloth.
Erik looked at the dirt smeared across her nose and smiled slightly. She was soaked from the knees down, but seemed not to notice.
"I would like to know more about this ship, Lt. Wolfe. I want to know what it is made of and how it is operated and what powers it," he answered, stepping away from a swinging mop.
Leona stopped the mops and sent them to a corner to wait. "What would you like to know first? And please call me Leona, Mr. Lenshirr."
"Then call me Erik," he said distracted, watching the mops sail through the air. Obvisously she was a telekenetic and it didn't tax her mentally or physically. He stored that little bit of information away for later use. "First what is this ship made of?"
Before she could answer, the hangar lights came up. The door burst inward, Logan and a winged blonde strode through with packs slung over their shoulders. They payed the transport no attention as they mounted the bay into the jet and fired the engines. The jet lifted and shot through the hangar doors, the wind from the exhaust nearly knocking them both to the deck.
"Who was that with Logan?" Leona asked, brushing her hair away from her face.
"That was Warren Worthington III, also known as Angel. He's a friend of Charles. Must be on a scouting mission for him," Erik said, shaking his head to clear it of small pieces of debris.
"Those things real? The wings, I mean."
"Yes."
Leona stared at him a moment and shook her head. "Now I have seen everything. Real angels, mutants, and another dimension. When will my fun ever end?" She rolled her eyes and continued to scrub the bulkheads.
Erik looked a little miffed. "Again what is this ship made of?"
Leona stopped washing and looked at Erik with a harried expression. "It's made of this new alloy. I can't recall the name, only that it is not metal or plastic. New element from the asteroids. Tough, but can be blown out of the sky. See those scorch marks on the keel? Plasma bugs."
Erik leaned down and peered at the scoring burns. He straightened and thought about the new alloy. He wouldn't be able to lift it, so he went on to another question. "What powers it and how is it flown?"
She shrugged. "It's piloted by me. If you can fly that jet then you could probably fly this tub. As to what powers it, well that is a little harder to explain. It's not nuclear," she said, glancing over at Erik. "It's something like crystals. It's a new power source that we discovered a few years ago on one of the Arachnid controlled planets. They are nearly indestrucable and have unlimited power." Leona added just so he wouldn't try to mess with her ship, " If you don't know what you are doing, you could blow yourself to Kingdom Come."
Erik nodded and sat on a nearby drop chair. The inside of the loading bay resembled the cargo hold of a B-52 bomber, only cut down to size. The chair had a hydraulic arm that appeared to slam down over a person to keep them from being thrown about the cabin. He smiled to himself and sat back in the comfortable seat.
Leona was accutley aware of Erik as he sat and studied her ship with the eyes of a man that wanted something. She would have to keep a close watch on her gear and make sure to lock the Wolves Tears down with the docking codes she had programmed earlier.
"If that is all that you want to know, Erik, then you won't mind if I finish up here. I have a lot to do and I need to think," Leona said, hoping that the authority in her voice got through to him.
He stood not missing the tone of a woman who meant what she said. "Just one last thing."
Leona turned to him. "Yes?"
"What happened to Victor and Logan earlier? They were at each other's throats again, but it looked as if Logan was the one surprised by it."
She blushed furiously thinking back over the events earlier in the garden and the hangar. "I don't know," she mumbled, swinging back to her scrubbing.
Erik grinned hugely and filed that information away. He walked away silently and left the woman to her work. He heard her order the computer to restart transmission with that God-awful wailing. He hurried from the hangar as fast as possible.
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Ororo strode down the hall, her skirts swinging with each step she took. She balanced the dinner tray in her hands and crept down to the kitchen. She was covered in Jamie's dinner and she didn't want any of the students to see her. She was amazed at the control that he had been showing these last couple of days. Very rarely did he sneeze and three of him would appear. Very soon now, she thought, we can send him to Bayville Junior High.
She set the tray down and headed for her room on the top floor of the mansion. She passed a door, but stopped when it opened and a black faced, white haired boy stuck his head out.
"Evening, Storm. Jamie?" he asked stepping out and pointing to her clothes.
"Good evening, Voodoo, and yes. Maybe you should take over for me tomorrow?" she answered, posting the question with hope shining in her eyes.
Voodoo, Nythanial Snow, smiled at the African woman. She had been nice to him since he had arrived almost three months ago. Her, Logan, and the Professor had accepted him when he had run away from his foster home. His looks had caused Kurt to crush him in a huge embrace after his initial introductions.
"I von't be the only elf-boy here!" Kurt had cried.
Snow had pointed ears. But that wasn't what made him different. It was when he used his powers. He literally turned into a Drow elf. His hair grew, his nails grew, his ears became even more pronounced, and his eyes turned blood red. He could control Faery Fire and energy fields around him to an extent. He shook himself from his reverie and grinned at Ororo.
"Yeah, I'll take Maddrox on. He shouldn't be to hard to handle," he replied.
"Thank the Gods! I need a break from him," Ororo said, looking down at her ruined skirt. "Not that I don't like the boy, it's just tedious to get him to eat and then have to force feed him."
Before either one of them could say another word, they spied Leona wearily climbing the stairs. Snow looked at the woman. She was too old to be student and to young to be as old as Ororo or Logan. Maybe the same age as Remy. Wearing a pair of wet khakis as well as a wet, black t-shirt with Godsmack on it, she trudged toward then wearing a pair of comfortable looking sandals. Almost passed them before she looked up.
"Sidhe! The Dark Ones. Now everything is perfect," she mumbled in a husky, Scottish burr. (1)
Snow blinked. He didn't know what Sidhe was but he could almost guess what she meant by The Dark Ones. He smiled at her. "Hi."
Leona looked a little startled and smiled. "Hello, yourself. Ororo? Who is this delightful elf?"
Snow wasn't offended. He intorduced himself. "I am Nythanial Snow or Voodoo, if you want. And you are?" he asked, thrusting his hand out to her. Being here had also made him more confident to be around another human.
"Lt. Leona Wolfe, Snow. Glad to meet ye," she said, taking his forearm and gripping it. She smiled as he returned the ancient hand clasp. At least he isn't shy, she thought.
"Lueitenent?" he looked puzzled.
Neither of them noticed Ororo slip off down the hall.
"I would explain, but I am dog tired. Mind if I just slip it into your mind?" Leona asked, tapping her temple. When he looked even more confused, Leona explained. "I am a pychic, or more to the point, a psionic, as I can move objects too."
"Ahh..." he said. "I guess so. Sure, shoot."
Leona concentrated a few seconds and Snow instantly understood everything. He felt sorry for them, the Wolfe Pack. They were in a new place and they didn't know what to do. He could easily identify with them. He had felt like that himself not to long ago.
"So, where are the others?"
"Down in the Rec-room if you want to go and meet them. As for me, it's a shower and a bed that I need!" She sniffed her clothes and wiped a hand over her dirt covered face.
Snow laughed. "Would but have some things to take care of. What are you doing tomorrow? I would like to meet this crew of yours."
"Training. Be in the backyard for most of the morning. Don't know what else we are gonna do, but we'll see," she answered, shrugging her shoulders. "'Night, Snow."
"'Night, Lueitenent."
"Call me Leona or Wolfe," she threw over her shoulder.
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I know, I know. It's long, but I had to get it all down before I lost it. ^_^
1. Sidhe = Elf or Faery Folk
x.x *dies* It's hot!
What do you think so far? What is Magnus really up to? And who is Voodoo?
To know who Voodoo is ya have ta read "Snow Covered Dreams".
As to Magnus.....*laughs evilly*
What torture does Leona plan for her squad and what happened to Logan and Warren?
Look into "An Angel for the Wicked" to find the answers there.
Okay, enough plugs. Tell me what you would like to happen between Logan, Victor, and Leona. I need a little feedback. ^_^;; So please R&R. My life depends on it.
*CT stares and taps her foot*
Oops.....
Training Day
Part 1
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Leona finally closed her laptop and started a rundown on ship systems. She wanted to make sure that the computer on the Wolves Tears had recorded the events that had led them to this alternate dimension. She made her way foreward and sat in the pilots chair, typing in her key code and waiting for the ship to respond. Several seconds later, the computer answered. She retrieved the information and backed it up on a small disk that McCoy had given her earlier. Him wanting to study the data further.
She stretched. "This is probably the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me, but at least the Pack got a day of R&R."
Leona smiled, thinking of the training she was going to put them through the next day. She wanted to see what kind of limitations she had to her higher psychic abilities and wanted to test the others as well. It would be a perfect chance to see what they had to offer to their benefactor.
She yawned and looked at the mess in the loading bay. Crates and ammo boxes containing their Moritas lay scattered over the deck. Sighing, she used her telekenesis to move the debris into its proper housings. Next she had some water, buckets and mops swabbing the decks, as she went about sanitizing the bay.
Leona called out to the ship's computer to scan all radio frequencies hoping for something that she might like. Songs from all over the world pour in from the speakers mounted all over the ship. Indian, Jamaican, Spainish, Chicano, and English made a raquet until she called for an English filtering of the stations. After a few seconds she found what she wanted and asked for it to be turned to level 5 volume standard.
Leona grinned and thought of what CM would do to her if she heard what was playing. She snorted and started to wipe down a bulkhead. *She would tear me limb from limb, is what she would do.* Leona smiled and started to sing, calling for the volume to turned up to level 7 standard.
Life's got to always be messing with me. (You wanna see the light)
Can't they chill and let me be free? (So do I)
Can't I take away all this pain. (You wanna see the light)
I try to every night, all in vain... in vain.
Sometimes I cannot take this place.
Sometimes it's my life I can't taste.
Sometimes I cannot feel my face.
You'll never see fall from grace
____________________________________________
Erik walked into the hangar and nearly fell back under an onslaught of noise. He sneered and continued into the dark chasm, to the only light source. The light pooled around the visitors transport ship. The black and purple hull gleamed in the bright white light It was similar to the X-Jet in many ways except it had a sharper nose and boxy dimensions. There were stubbs for wings and no tail wing to speak of. It looked almost like a triangular box. Sitting on four spindly legs it loomed in the darkened bay like a giant monster waiting for its prey. He was amazed at the amount of weight that they held. He wondered if it was even metal. He shrugged and had almost forgotten about the music until he heard a husky female voice belt out a couple of verses from the rear of the vessel.
Something takes a part of me.
You and I were meant to be.
A cheap fuck for me to lay. (I'd cheat but for me to lay ?)
Something takes a part of me.
Feeling like a freak on a leash. (You wanna see the light)
Feeling like I have no release. (So do I)
How many times have I felt diseased? (You wanna see the light)
Nothing in my life is free... is free
Erik turned the rear of the ship and looked in. He was surprised at the activity. Mops swished across the deck of the loading bay, water sloshing in buckets and onto the deck. He spied Leona scrubbing away at a bulkhead, the smell of ammonia strong in the air. He smirked and raised his voice over the cacophony.
"Luietenent!"
Leona spun around and dropped her cloth. "Computer, cut transmission and save to data files. Hello, Mr. Lenshirr, to what do I owe this visit?"she asked reaching for her cloth.
Erik looked at the dirt smeared across her nose and smiled slightly. She was soaked from the knees down, but seemed not to notice.
"I would like to know more about this ship, Lt. Wolfe. I want to know what it is made of and how it is operated and what powers it," he answered, stepping away from a swinging mop.
Leona stopped the mops and sent them to a corner to wait. "What would you like to know first? And please call me Leona, Mr. Lenshirr."
"Then call me Erik," he said distracted, watching the mops sail through the air. Obvisously she was a telekenetic and it didn't tax her mentally or physically. He stored that little bit of information away for later use. "First what is this ship made of?"
Before she could answer, the hangar lights came up. The door burst inward, Logan and a winged blonde strode through with packs slung over their shoulders. They payed the transport no attention as they mounted the bay into the jet and fired the engines. The jet lifted and shot through the hangar doors, the wind from the exhaust nearly knocking them both to the deck.
"Who was that with Logan?" Leona asked, brushing her hair away from her face.
"That was Warren Worthington III, also known as Angel. He's a friend of Charles. Must be on a scouting mission for him," Erik said, shaking his head to clear it of small pieces of debris.
"Those things real? The wings, I mean."
"Yes."
Leona stared at him a moment and shook her head. "Now I have seen everything. Real angels, mutants, and another dimension. When will my fun ever end?" She rolled her eyes and continued to scrub the bulkheads.
Erik looked a little miffed. "Again what is this ship made of?"
Leona stopped washing and looked at Erik with a harried expression. "It's made of this new alloy. I can't recall the name, only that it is not metal or plastic. New element from the asteroids. Tough, but can be blown out of the sky. See those scorch marks on the keel? Plasma bugs."
Erik leaned down and peered at the scoring burns. He straightened and thought about the new alloy. He wouldn't be able to lift it, so he went on to another question. "What powers it and how is it flown?"
She shrugged. "It's piloted by me. If you can fly that jet then you could probably fly this tub. As to what powers it, well that is a little harder to explain. It's not nuclear," she said, glancing over at Erik. "It's something like crystals. It's a new power source that we discovered a few years ago on one of the Arachnid controlled planets. They are nearly indestrucable and have unlimited power." Leona added just so he wouldn't try to mess with her ship, " If you don't know what you are doing, you could blow yourself to Kingdom Come."
Erik nodded and sat on a nearby drop chair. The inside of the loading bay resembled the cargo hold of a B-52 bomber, only cut down to size. The chair had a hydraulic arm that appeared to slam down over a person to keep them from being thrown about the cabin. He smiled to himself and sat back in the comfortable seat.
Leona was accutley aware of Erik as he sat and studied her ship with the eyes of a man that wanted something. She would have to keep a close watch on her gear and make sure to lock the Wolves Tears down with the docking codes she had programmed earlier.
"If that is all that you want to know, Erik, then you won't mind if I finish up here. I have a lot to do and I need to think," Leona said, hoping that the authority in her voice got through to him.
He stood not missing the tone of a woman who meant what she said. "Just one last thing."
Leona turned to him. "Yes?"
"What happened to Victor and Logan earlier? They were at each other's throats again, but it looked as if Logan was the one surprised by it."
She blushed furiously thinking back over the events earlier in the garden and the hangar. "I don't know," she mumbled, swinging back to her scrubbing.
Erik grinned hugely and filed that information away. He walked away silently and left the woman to her work. He heard her order the computer to restart transmission with that God-awful wailing. He hurried from the hangar as fast as possible.
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Ororo strode down the hall, her skirts swinging with each step she took. She balanced the dinner tray in her hands and crept down to the kitchen. She was covered in Jamie's dinner and she didn't want any of the students to see her. She was amazed at the control that he had been showing these last couple of days. Very rarely did he sneeze and three of him would appear. Very soon now, she thought, we can send him to Bayville Junior High.
She set the tray down and headed for her room on the top floor of the mansion. She passed a door, but stopped when it opened and a black faced, white haired boy stuck his head out.
"Evening, Storm. Jamie?" he asked stepping out and pointing to her clothes.
"Good evening, Voodoo, and yes. Maybe you should take over for me tomorrow?" she answered, posting the question with hope shining in her eyes.
Voodoo, Nythanial Snow, smiled at the African woman. She had been nice to him since he had arrived almost three months ago. Her, Logan, and the Professor had accepted him when he had run away from his foster home. His looks had caused Kurt to crush him in a huge embrace after his initial introductions.
"I von't be the only elf-boy here!" Kurt had cried.
Snow had pointed ears. But that wasn't what made him different. It was when he used his powers. He literally turned into a Drow elf. His hair grew, his nails grew, his ears became even more pronounced, and his eyes turned blood red. He could control Faery Fire and energy fields around him to an extent. He shook himself from his reverie and grinned at Ororo.
"Yeah, I'll take Maddrox on. He shouldn't be to hard to handle," he replied.
"Thank the Gods! I need a break from him," Ororo said, looking down at her ruined skirt. "Not that I don't like the boy, it's just tedious to get him to eat and then have to force feed him."
Before either one of them could say another word, they spied Leona wearily climbing the stairs. Snow looked at the woman. She was too old to be student and to young to be as old as Ororo or Logan. Maybe the same age as Remy. Wearing a pair of wet khakis as well as a wet, black t-shirt with Godsmack on it, she trudged toward then wearing a pair of comfortable looking sandals. Almost passed them before she looked up.
"Sidhe! The Dark Ones. Now everything is perfect," she mumbled in a husky, Scottish burr. (1)
Snow blinked. He didn't know what Sidhe was but he could almost guess what she meant by The Dark Ones. He smiled at her. "Hi."
Leona looked a little startled and smiled. "Hello, yourself. Ororo? Who is this delightful elf?"
Snow wasn't offended. He intorduced himself. "I am Nythanial Snow or Voodoo, if you want. And you are?" he asked, thrusting his hand out to her. Being here had also made him more confident to be around another human.
"Lt. Leona Wolfe, Snow. Glad to meet ye," she said, taking his forearm and gripping it. She smiled as he returned the ancient hand clasp. At least he isn't shy, she thought.
"Lueitenent?" he looked puzzled.
Neither of them noticed Ororo slip off down the hall.
"I would explain, but I am dog tired. Mind if I just slip it into your mind?" Leona asked, tapping her temple. When he looked even more confused, Leona explained. "I am a pychic, or more to the point, a psionic, as I can move objects too."
"Ahh..." he said. "I guess so. Sure, shoot."
Leona concentrated a few seconds and Snow instantly understood everything. He felt sorry for them, the Wolfe Pack. They were in a new place and they didn't know what to do. He could easily identify with them. He had felt like that himself not to long ago.
"So, where are the others?"
"Down in the Rec-room if you want to go and meet them. As for me, it's a shower and a bed that I need!" She sniffed her clothes and wiped a hand over her dirt covered face.
Snow laughed. "Would but have some things to take care of. What are you doing tomorrow? I would like to meet this crew of yours."
"Training. Be in the backyard for most of the morning. Don't know what else we are gonna do, but we'll see," she answered, shrugging her shoulders. "'Night, Snow."
"'Night, Lueitenent."
"Call me Leona or Wolfe," she threw over her shoulder.
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I know, I know. It's long, but I had to get it all down before I lost it. ^_^
1. Sidhe = Elf or Faery Folk
x.x *dies* It's hot!
What do you think so far? What is Magnus really up to? And who is Voodoo?
To know who Voodoo is ya have ta read "Snow Covered Dreams".
As to Magnus.....*laughs evilly*
What torture does Leona plan for her squad and what happened to Logan and Warren?
Look into "An Angel for the Wicked" to find the answers there.
Okay, enough plugs. Tell me what you would like to happen between Logan, Victor, and Leona. I need a little feedback. ^_^;; So please R&R. My life depends on it.
*CT stares and taps her foot*
Oops.....