El Scorcho (twbasketcase) wrote,
El Scorcho

Prompt #97 - Teamwork

Title: Hostile Takeover 1/18
Category: X-Force
Characters: X-Force -- Cable, Domino, Cannonball, Siryn, Warpath, Sunspot, Rictor, Boomer, Moonstar, Shatterstar, Feral, Magma, and Deadpool.
Pairings: Domino/Cable, Sunspot/Magma. Minor Warpath/Siryn/Deadpool and Cannonball/Boomer, and eventually Rictor/Shatterstar.
Genre: Alternate Universe, Action/Adventure, Angst, Drama, Romance
Rated: NC-17 for extreme violence, language, dark themes, and sexual situations (het and slash).
Disclaimer: I don’t own a damn thing; I’m just playing for awhile.
Summary: A well known terrorist organization has made its move, and its dictatorship starts with the fall of the country’s greatest heroes. A few make it out alive, but they are on the run and in for the fight of their lives. Who lives and who dies? And where do you go when there’s no where left to hide?
Chapter Summary: Siryn’s team has made it across the border and find themselves seemingly safe in Bearskin Lake, Ontario. Sunspot’s team calls for a mayday, and then all hell breaks loose.

Notes: There are a few things of note I wanted to make before I get into this:
~This is AU. The team line up is different as you can see. This was done purposely, and the extra members were chosen for their actual canon ties to the team so it wouldn’t be too weird. A very small group of these people will get the main focus; some won’t be showing up until well later into the story, and some won’t be seen at all except for mentions.
~The back stories of the characters will remain the same unless otherwise stated.
~All kids on the team are between the ages of 18 and 21 -- which means they are all of ‘legal’ age. (Well at least in the States...that crap doesn't even matter where I come from :/)
~There is a lot of character death and violence in this story. If you are uncomfortable with that, then do not read on.
~This will be written from multiple POV's and alternating.
~Enjoy and please feel free to leave feedback for me. I am accepting of any sort of it.

“This is Charlie squadron can anyone out there read me?”

Rictor stared back at the Irish redhead with a frown on his face. She had been frantically calling for help for nearly a half hour by that point and they had yet to reach anyone on their team.

“Maybe they’re dead,” Feral suggested with a casual shrug. The Mexican just glared at her.

“Fuck you! Don’t say that!”

“Oh you know it could be true, shakedown,” she growled and stalked next to him. The feline-like girl was taking the whole situation much too lightly, and it was really beginning to grate on Julio’s last nerve.

“Ya know, chica, this really doesn’t seem to be botherin’ you much,” he gave her a sideways glance before quickly hopping over an ice covered ditch. “Which is funny considerin’ you joined this team looking for help to shake some bounty hunters off your tail. I’d think something like this would have you scared.”

“I ain’t scared of nothin’,” she hissed at him. She crouched low to the ground and sniffed the air. “I smell sumthin’.”

Terry stopped, and shot her a worried look. “What? What is it?”

“Motor oil,” she muttered. “Smells like there were some vehicles here not long ago.”

Terry swallowed and lowered herself to the ground. “Oh God-- uh, should we keep going?”

“Yer the boss lady,” Feral snapped with a flick of her tail. “You tell us.”

“We gotta keep moving!” Rictor insisted. “We only shook those cabrones off our trail a few miles back. They could be anywhere.”

The teens took a few moments to take in their surroundings; they were journeying through a very remote area covered in trees. For the most part they were coniferous trees; large, green pines that provided great cover. But there were also some birches and maples, other leafless, dead looking trees. All of which were covered in a thick layer of snow and ice, matching the ground the squad was walking on. They had passed many ditches and streams as well, all of which were probably connected to the large bay that was somewhere north of their location -- wherever it is that they were.

Terry frowned and brought her comm device up to her mouth again. “This is Charlie squadron, does anyone copy?”

Charlie this is Beta.”

“Cannonball!” she exclaimed happily. “Are ye okay?”

We’re all right foah now,” he replied. “What are yoah coordinates, Siryn?

“Um…” she looked at Rictor for help. The Mexican dug around in his supply bag for their palm pilot and handed it to her. The redhead clicked a few of the buttons before replying. “53 degrees, 55’, 33” north, 90 degrees, 58’, 9” west.”

Hot dang ya made it far,” Sam replied. “Yoah in Bearskin Lake, Ontario.”

Terry sighed happily. “Aye, yeah; we’ve been walkin’ forever.”

Well keep low and be careful. There should be a base somewhere close tah yoah location. Dom’s thinking at least twenty minutes west.”

“All right,” Terry nodded, even though Sam could not see it. “What do ye want us tah do from here?”

Find a safe place tah lay low. Delta squadron is not far from yoah location and ya should be able tah meet up with them first,” he explained. “Once yoah together ya need tah contact us again. Our squad’s goin’ out tah find X-Factor.”

Rictor frowned at that; the chances of them finding any SHIELD guys were basically slim to none by that point even if they could use all the help they could get. He looked at Terry. “How far out is Bobby’s crew?”

“Where’s Delta?” Terry questioned.

About thirty minutes south of ya,” Sam replied. “At least they were last time we made contact -- which was fifteen minutes ago.”

“Really?” Terry stopped and scrunched up her face. “Cannonball, we’ve been tryin’ tah get ahold of ye for the past half hour. We didnae hear any communications.”

Really?” Sam questioned, sounding just as perplexed. “Ya should be careful then; maybe yoah gettin’ interference from a comm tower out there. With the HQ close by it could be possible.

Terry frowned. “Aye, I didnae think of that. We’ll keep an ear open then.”

Good,” he affirmed. “Then we’ll get in contact with ya again when ya find Delta.”

“Agreed, Charlie out.”

Beta out.”

“This doesn’t sound good,” Rictor frowned.

Terry just lifted up into the air again and peered down at her teammates. “We gotta keep movin’. The faster we can get tah a hideout the better. We’ve been relaxin’ far too much the past hour.”

“We’ve been moving for days!” Rictor exclaimed. “We had to slow down before someone fucking passed out in the snow!”

“Don’t be such a wimp,” Feral growled as she began to jog lightly behind Terry. The Mexican quickly picked up his pace as well, being careful not to crash on the slippery snow.

“Easy for you to say, chocho, you have fur,” he spat.

She quickly turned on him and grabbed him by the front of his coat. “Ya better watch yer mouth, ya little faggot, before I tear ya a new asshole.”

“Maria!” Terry yelled, making the younger girl wince at her pitch. “Put him down and smarten up! Both of ye!”

Rictor glared at the girl before retching himself free and jogging forward again. “I just wanna find Bobby, okay?”

“Agreed,” Terry shook her head and continued to hover.

The cold was starting to get to them as much as the chase was. The bickering had been going on for hours by that point, and Rictor was just tired of it. They had not been home in days -- they did not have a home at all anymore -- and the last thing he wanted to spend his energy doing was fighting with freaking Feral. They needed to reserve it, save it for fighting the enemy and moving. They had not had any troops on their trail for awhile now, but the Mexican knew that it would not be long before they found them again. It had been an ongoing cycle for the past week.

At that point he was beginning to wonder if they would have been better off dead like the others.

“I hope Alpha Squad’s all right,” Terry mused, trying to break the tension. “We have nae heard from any of them for two days now.”

“They’re with Cable,” Feral muttered. “If any of the squads are okay, it’s them.”

“I hope so,” the redhead replied wistfully as she adjusted her hat and gloves.

“Yer only worried about that retarded, big mouth boyfriend of yours,” Feral spat.

“Shut up,” Rictor snapped at her. “Not like we haven’t heard you whining about not seeing someone at all, so shove it.”

“Oh come on, pansy,” she sneered. “You know ya wish we could be back at home watchin’ ‘Buns in those spandex shorts he wears tearin’ up the backyard. It sure beats the shit outta this.”

“Fuck you,” Ric leered. “If anything I’d like to see you gettin’ your mouth smacked shut.”

“And I’m worried about all of them,” Terry retorted. “Tab and Dani are there too and they’re my friends. They’re all our friends, and we have right tah be worried.”

Ric nodded. “They were supposed to have made it to this point three days ago. So far we ain’t found nothin’ saying they did either.”

“Probably just lazin’ around and playin’ games,” Feral snorted.

“Does this look like fun tah ye?!” Terry shouted, finally looking like she was ready to cry. “People are dead because of these lunatics, and now they’re after us! There is nae a thing humorous 'bout this!”

“Except the fact yer makin’ a big deal outta nothin’ right now,” the cat girl scoffed. “Les just go and find us a fort and snuggle, 'kay?”

Terry was about to retort before the comm link buzzed to life. “Mayday! Mayday! This is Delta Squad! We’re under fire and we’ve got a man down!

Rictor’s eyes widened and he inched closer to Terry. “Madre de Dios they’ve gotta be close! Ask him where they are!”

“Sunspot! This is Siryn, do ye copy?”

Yeah I hear you! They’re onto us now, chica! Shatty and I took out…” a loud blast was heard in the background, and then Bobby was screaming orders at someone. “We killed most of ‘em off but they’re heading north! Where are you guys?!

Feral cursed. “Fuck! They’re coming!”

“North of ye,” Terry whimpered, and the team took off in a run. “Who’s down!? Are ye all okay?”

Magma’s out!” Roberto practically wailed. “I don’t know if she…”

“Fuck!” Ric cursed as his feet pounded through the snow. “How did I know this day was gonna get worse!?”

Terry shook as she sped through the air, trying desperately to keep her comm device against her mouth. “Bobby I dinnae--”

Theresa, listen to me! Keep your comm link open! We took out a bunch, so there aren’t as nearly as many as there were. You guys can take them.” He paused. “We’re coming after them. Are you at the same coordinates?

“Yes!” she replied.

Okay, keep moving we’re only a few minutes behind you!

“Okay, but, Sunspot, what are ye doin’ with Amara?”

There was a drawn out pause, and Rictor could practically feel the sorrow in the silence before Roberto spoke up again. “We have to leave her.”

“But…” Terry started to argue with him, but Ric did not hear the rest of it. Instead, he focused his attention on the sound of motors roaring in the distance. He was unsure who they belonged to, but he had a fairly good idea of who it was and it was not someone he wanted to see. He picked up his pace and could not stop the glare that formed on his face when Feral booked it ahead of them, finally putting her enhanced speed to use.

“You bailin' on us, cabrona?!”

“I’m savin’ my own ass is what!” she called over her shoulder. Terry’s mouth dropped open in shock, and she looked down at Ric.

“What is she doin’?”

Siryn!?” Bobby called again.

Neither Ric nor Theresa got a chance to say another word. Both of them screamed in horror when they saw Feral hit the ground; the cat-like girl caught her foot on a trip wire of some sort, and the moment her body hit the snow the blast sounded. Rictor felt an intense heat before the impact viciously slammed his body off of the ground and into the air. Then all that was left was blackness.

“Siryn?!” Bobby screamed again into his comm device. He had heard the blast, and he heard them scream.

He hoped to God they were not dead too.

“What happened!?” Shatterstar demanded, grabbing the Brazilian by the elbow as they ran.

“I don’t know, 'Star, but we need to get there now. I’m flying us.”

The warrior stopped running and sheathed his sword as Bobby grabbed him under the arms. Roberto was much faster in the air than he was on the ground, and the extra adrenaline from their previous fight was an assisting factor. The duo was only airborne for a minute before they saw a billowing cloud of smoke over the line of trees in the distance.

“Mãe do Dues,” Roberto muttered.

“What's happened!?” Shatterstar yelled. “If they are dead I'll kill all the remaining men I can see!”

“You and me both,” Bobby remarked as he picked up speed and shot toward the site. Easily they sped over the military vehicles below that were heading in the same direction, and Sunspot knew right away that there was going to be another fight -- and so help him if his friends were hurt the rest of those men were going to pay dearly.

They had already taken away the most important person in his life that day.

The Delta squad landed amongst the plumes of smoke. There were trees that had caught fire, and the snow around the area had completely melted. However, amongst all the carnage, three things stood out to them and the image would forever be embedded in Bobby’s memory. His friends lay scattered across the ground in crumpled piles, clothes charred and blood visible.

The solar powered mutant crouched down to the closest body and placed his two forefingers over the carotid artery in the neck. There was no pulse. There were no breath sounds. The skin beneath his fingers was practically charred.

He looked up at 'Star and swallowed sadly. “Dead.”
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