Alex raced down the steel corridor, resisting the urge to swear aloud. His role on this mission ought to have been a fairly simple one, with the more complex parts being left to Scott and Storm, who both had more experience. He'd been the decoy. "Just make a nuisance of yourself then get back to the jet," Scott had ordered, "Even you can't find that too hard."
That had been all well and good, but then Storm had radioed in asking if he'd heard from Scott because the reactor ought to have been shut down already and yet her readings said it was still running at full power.
It wasn't like Scott to not complete an assigned task, nor to ignore Storm's request for a status update. Something had to have gotten in his way. Storm's specific orders to Alex were to attempt to work out what had prevented Scott from shutting down the reactor and finish the job, but as much as it stung Alex's pride to admit it, if Scott had been unable to finish the assignment, it was unlikely Alex would fare any better. He was making his way towards the reactor, with shutting it down in mind, but he was also focused on scanning the corridor looking for any clues as to what had prevented Scott from managing it himself.
Even as he recognised the roar of displaced air which accompanied Scott's mutation he registered the need to drop low out of the way. It wasn't like Scott to be so trigger happy.
"Hey-," he began, and then had to lunge sideways as Scott let off his mutation again.
"WOAH! It's just me, Alex. Storm s-,"
Already unbalanced, and expecting Scott to stop now that Alex had identified himself clearly as an ally, the third blast caught him right in the chest.
In past experience Scott's mutation had been proven to have very little effect on Alex and the few times that Scott had been willing to test the theory and adjust his visor to anything other than totally blocking his mutation, Alex had never suffered any sort of accidental negative consequence. Their experiments, however, had always been hampered by the fact, unwilling to indulge in needlessly risky behaviour, Scott had never turned the lenses up any higher than their least damaging setting and so the full extent of Alex's resistance to his brother's power had never been ascertained.
As he was thrown against the rough concrete walls Alex couldn't help but think that the professor would be disappointed to hear that he'd missed such an interesting new discovery. Whilst he was pretty sure there was no gaping hole in his chest, which was generally the minimum level on injury suffered by those whole went up again Scott, apparently Alex wasn't completely impervious to the effects of his brother's mutation either.
"-THE FUCK, SCOTT?!" Alex hollered as he rolled away from yet another blast, knowing that if there was anyone around to hear the sound of Scott's blasts would already have caught their attention, negating the need for quiet. He darted towards the end of the corridor, dodging another blast before he found momentary shelter around a corner, there was no reason for Scott to suspect that Alex was anybody other than himself, surely? Certainly there’d been nothing in the notes they’d been given about shape shifters or any similar threats. "Scott! What are you doing? You're supposed to be shutting off the reactor!"
Scott rounded the corner as he was yelling and fired another blast in his direction, knocking him to the ground.
"I know you told me to go back to the jet, but Storm sent me..." rolling across the floor away from Scott he persisted, anybody else he might have suspected of having finally snapped but Scott had too much self control for that – Scott attacking his teammates was unthinkable. "What's wrong with you?! Scott... Cyclops?!"
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Opposition - Alex - Part 1a/3
Date: 2012-04-13 10:28 am (UTC)Find Scott. Shut down the reactor. Leave.
Alex raced down the steel corridor, resisting the urge to swear aloud. His role on this mission ought to have been a fairly simple one, with the more complex parts being left to Scott and Storm, who both had more experience. He'd been the decoy. "Just make a nuisance of yourself then get back to the jet," Scott had ordered, "Even you can't find that too hard."
That had been all well and good, but then Storm had radioed in asking if he'd heard from Scott because the reactor ought to have been shut down already and yet her readings said it was still running at full power.
It wasn't like Scott to not complete an assigned task, nor to ignore Storm's request for a status update. Something had to have gotten in his way. Storm's specific orders to Alex were to attempt to work out what had prevented Scott from shutting down the reactor and finish the job, but as much as it stung Alex's pride to admit it, if Scott had been unable to finish the assignment, it was unlikely Alex would fare any better. He was making his way towards the reactor, with shutting it down in mind, but he was also focused on scanning the corridor looking for any clues as to what had prevented Scott from managing it himself.
Even as he recognised the roar of displaced air which accompanied Scott's mutation he registered the need to drop low out of the way. It wasn't like Scott to be so trigger happy.
"Hey-," he began, and then had to lunge sideways as Scott let off his mutation again.
"WOAH! It's just me, Alex. Storm s-,"
Already unbalanced, and expecting Scott to stop now that Alex had identified himself clearly as an ally, the third blast caught him right in the chest.
In past experience Scott's mutation had been proven to have very little effect on Alex and the few times that Scott had been willing to test the theory and adjust his visor to anything other than totally blocking his mutation, Alex had never suffered any sort of accidental negative consequence. Their experiments, however, had always been hampered by the fact, unwilling to indulge in needlessly risky behaviour, Scott had never turned the lenses up any higher than their least damaging setting and so the full extent of Alex's resistance to his brother's power had never been ascertained.
As he was thrown against the rough concrete walls Alex couldn't help but think that the professor would be disappointed to hear that he'd missed such an interesting new discovery. Whilst he was pretty sure there was no gaping hole in his chest, which was generally the minimum level on injury suffered by those whole went up again Scott, apparently Alex wasn't completely impervious to the effects of his brother's mutation either.
"-THE FUCK, SCOTT?!" Alex hollered as he rolled away from yet another blast, knowing that if there was anyone around to hear the sound of Scott's blasts would already have caught their attention, negating the need for quiet. He darted towards the end of the corridor, dodging another blast before he found momentary shelter around a corner, there was no reason for Scott to suspect that Alex was anybody other than himself, surely? Certainly there’d been nothing in the notes they’d been given about shape shifters or any similar threats. "Scott! What are you doing? You're supposed to be shutting off the reactor!"
Scott rounded the corner as he was yelling and fired another blast in his direction, knocking him to the ground.
"I know you told me to go back to the jet, but Storm sent me..." rolling across the floor away from Scott he persisted, anybody else he might have suspected of having finally snapped but Scott had too much self control for that – Scott attacking his teammates was unthinkable. "What's wrong with you?! Scott... Cyclops?!"