(( OOC: This is picking up after Unicorn In New York, as discussed here.

This is right outside the Camps exterior fence, somewhere hidden.

Calley, Naveed, Sebastian, and Fade are welcome to participate however they wish.
Kai and Cameron, ditto; we can assert an Andy/twins introduction happened somewhere off-camera and you got involved that way.
Calley, Hunter is OOC cool with Calley getting in on this as long as you don’t get yourself captured or anything.
Others: if you want in, drop me a PM. Remember, this is going to be a complete fiasco; we lose big-time, nobody actually gets rescued.

I’m assuming some coordination and planning has happened off-camera, but nothing too, you know, practical. The IC plan is, roughly speaking: Step 1: Charge in; Step 2: … ?; Step 3: Free the X-Men (and others) !))

IC:
Now that they’re actually here, Andy has to admit he’s a little intimidated. The guards he can see from his team’s position seem awfully professional, not to mentioned well-armed… and the robots are downright scary. Not that they’ll be able to hit him, granted, but he’s not so sure about the rest of his team. With a deep breath he dismisses his misgivings, though. I’m sure they can take care of themselves.

He wants to just charge in now, but he acknowledges the need for some kind of coordination. So he looks around the cramped little room at the rest of the team, one by one. He feels like he should give some kind of inspirational speech, but that’s not really his line… besides which, he’s already running a speed-factor of 7 or 8, by his estimate, which will make anything complicated he might say utterly unintelligible. So he settles for something simple: "Ready?"

This was interesting. Naveed raised an eyebrow to Andy and looked to the others. All strangers really- no one who knew of his ability. He shifted his weight impatiently. Was he really going to do this? It was only recently that he spoke to Andy about the possibility and now it seemed like they were about to go rushing in. His hunting instincts were taking over and he was becoming aware of everything around him. There seemed to be a general feeling of unease within the group.

He closed his eyes and thought of Raina. She needed him. He nodded curtly. "Yes" he answered Andy

Three words with a hyphen: unicorn-back ride.

Calley the cat with the collar that read Sinatra was riding shotgun on a unicorn back. Possibly, this was even better than the time he'd been carried snugly along in a giant red monkey tail. It was definitely less secure. He bounced and weaved and tried not to claw the thing's back and tried not to not claw the thing's back because not clawing the thing generally meant he was falling off.

He could care less about the destination: been there, done that, Slate hadn't let him peak at the dead bodies.

To repeat: unicorn-back ride. Or as he liked to call the thing: "horned pony of happiness".

ooc: no one has replied to this in a while so I thought I would, if it's too much or not what you want let me know I'll edit/delete it

ic:
Naveed looked down at the camps. It didn't look so dangerous. In fact it had been wittled down to one building. A few guards stood outside smoking and there weren't any Stalkers so far insight. Naveed shivered. He thought of Vibe. Stalkers were something he really didn't want to run into but had a feeling it was inevidable.

"Andy?" he spoke up. "You should let me go down first... see if I can 'peruade' the guards." he looked deep into Andy's eyes. If Naveed was speeking fast enough for Andy he should suddenly think that this was the best idea on the planet.

(( OOC: I thought Sebastian and Cameron were going to post, also, and didn't want to push on without them... but maybe not. In any case, it's OK with me. ))

> "Andy? You should let me go down first... see if I can 'persuade' the guards."

Andy, who had been about to charge into action, stops abruptly when Naveed calls his name, and listens carefully to the man's suggestion. That's true, he thinks. I should. He nods, taking care to do so slowly enough to be understood, and steps behind Naveed.

Sebastian was standing very still in a thicket outside of the camps. He had been there for quite awhile, waiting for something to happen. He fairly sure that the group of individuals he had spoken with would be arriving at the camp site fairly soon, probably some time that day, based on the impatience of the youths in question. A day was not a long time to wait, at least not from Sebastian’s perspective.

He couldn’t believe that he had dragged himself all the way out here just for a bunch of scruffy foals. While he still intended not to get involved in fighting the flying tin cans he’d previously heard about and more recently spotted from the cover of his bushy hideout, he feel some compulsion to make sure that the headstrong colts didn’t get themselves killed.

At least it was a nice day, outside the camp walls. The sun was shining and it was quiet and peaceful. The air was still cold and there were still large patches of snow on the ground, but in his Qilin form, Sebastian was quite warm enough. The leaves were just beginning to bud on the trees and the bushes surrounding Sebastian’s hiding place, though they weren’t yet large enough that he would want to try eating them yet. Too much work for such a small snack.

Sebastian’s pointed ears could pick up some sounds drifting from over the distant wall, across the barren plain that surrounded as though things inside of the wall were not as pleasant as they were outside of the wall. Sebastian contemplated the stupidity of humanity (he included mutants in his definition of humanity) at allowing history to repeat itself over and over again. One didn’t have to be as old as Sebastian to be able to learn from the past. They even wrote history down nowadays, and it seemed that people were repeating their mistakes even more frequently than before. There were wars all over the globe, almost endlessly now. Mutants and humans alike were dying because they couldn’t see past their differences, continuing a millennia long tradition of genocide against those that were different. And now, two separate instances of concentration camps less than a century apart, those horrible institutions that existed solely to bring misery and death to minorities, to those who were feared as different, defiled, or dangerous.

People must think that since history is recorded now and they can look it up any time they want, they don’t have to bother to learn it anymore. People have forgotten what peace is like. They know no means other than violence, and one cannot gain peace using violence.

Sebastian continued to watch, to listen, and to meditate as he waited for something to happen.