The bar was full of patrons and Melissa was a very happy woman. The sound of money changing hand's was always pleasant and the fact almost all of patrons were mutants made things even better. For once she sat on the other side of the bar watching her bartender and the other patrons curiously. She smiled looking around the converted bomb shelter, despite the heavy construction material used she had been forced to pretty much rebuild the place more then once thanks to out of control patrons or once several police robots.

She admonished herself for ebing at the bar despite not really needing to be. She stood up from the bar, deciding she should take a walk when she heard the doors thrown open. She turned to tell whoever it was to be more careful when more then a dozen men, in ski masks and wielding large rifles that looked military grade to her untrained eye. The ambient noise in the bar almost died, cept for the hum of a few patrons powers.

She watched as the man in the lead lowerd his gun and with two quick pulls of the trigger, she heard the screams rise and her best friend and cook fall off his stool. She wanted to go to him and took several steps closer but the men then advanced and demanded people hit the ground, she was about to comply when she felt herself yanked back to her feet by her hair and pulled roughly back into the arm's of one of the men. Melissa heard a few other shot's fire more screams and sickening thud on the floor. She felt the small gun against her cheek and did not move. While she knew something like this might be a risk, it was far more terrifying then she had imagined. She tried to look over but felt the cold smack of the gun against her temple and could feel a few drops of blood race down the side of her face,

She hoped her bartender had been able to hit the alarm,. but could not check as her heads movement was constricted by the pistol at her head. "Were shutting you down bitch and were going to make you watch it all go bye bye before we end you as well" he said jamming the gun closer against her temple. Not for the first time she wished she had an offensive power, but like most patrons she had, her powers were very non-violent. "Start with the vissable ones" he told the others who began to spread out around the bar trying to pick out the visible mutants from the two dozen or so bar fly's.

Ambrosia sat on a bar-stool enjoying a drink, a fruity concoction with a tiny umbrella sticking out out of the top because everyone knew that tiny umbrellas made everything taste better.  It was almost like a proven scientific fact, she was pretty sure.  Lately she'd been almost spending more time in this new world than she had in her home world because everything just seemed so much more interesting there.  Where interesting might just mean not yet known about and she wanted to discover all the potentially wondrous things that came with visiting a whole other universe.  And damn was she ever having a fun time doing it!

This particular bar she'd heard through the grapevine was a sort of mutant haven, a place mutants could come and be themselves without fear of prosecution or discrimination.  As a visible mutant, she'd dealt with her fair share of anti-mutant sentiment.  As an adorably cute faerie elf mutant, she'd dealt with it less than many more unusual and threatening looking mutants.  If she was going to be spending more time on this world, it was probably time she start looking into getting involved with pro-mutant activism here just like she did at home.  Mutants everywhere needed her help and this seemed like a good place to start.

First impressions seemed good, the atmosphere welcoming just like she'd been lead to believe.  Then the doors burst open to reveal at least a dozen men with ski masks and rifles and the place went silence.  Damn!  Double damn!  Whatever was about to go down wasn't going to be good and, while she may have been a lot of things, fighter was not one of them.  Shots were fired, screams rang through the bar and the cloying smell of spilled blood assaulted her sensitive nose.  A demand was made to hit the ground and she hastily applied.

"Were shutting you down bitch and were going to make you watch it all go bye bye before we end you as well.  Start with the visible ones"  

Crap.  Crap.  Crap.  She was one of the visible ones.  That was her.  And so many other innocents as well.  Almost without a conscious thought, her her body began to change and shrink as she transformed into her faerie dragon form.  Perhaps due to her small size and initial compliance, the transformation wasn't immediately noted.  Letting out a high pitched screeching growl, she make her presence known to the many shooters.  Probably a very very stupid thing to do, but if they were concentrated on trying to shoot her, maybe they wouldn't have a chance to shoot anyone else.  Now she just had to pray to the many Gods that she hadn't just grossly overestimated her ability to deftly duck and dodge bullets.