18 RAGE!!
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After leaving Nightcrawler and Storm to their "bonding" Theon sought out Professor Xavier urgently.
"Professor, we have to locate Striker before he executes whatever he's planning."
'Before Magneto, likely. I'm puzzled by why they didn't reveal the aftermath of that move, but it's probable millions died when he redirected Cerebro's focus to humans.'
"Don't worry about that, Theon; we already know where he is."
"Wait, what do you mean?"
"Well, he's most likely at the place where Logan received his adamantium skeleton."
"Then why aren't we going after him immediately? You're aware that he's the one who brainwashed Nightcrawler into attempting the assassination on the president?" Theon pressed, urgency coloring his tone.
'And I also need to get my hands on some juicy adamantium,' he thought to himself.
Xavier, his expression grave yet determined, replied, "Striker's location is known, but direct confrontation must be carefully planned. His base is heavily fortified, and a direct assault would be perilous. We need a strategic approach."
Theon's mind raced. "But if we delay, he might execute another attack or harm more mutants! We have to act fast!"
Xavier nodded, acknowledging Theon's concern. "Agreed. We'll assemble a team to devise a plan. We need to consider all possibilities and ensure the safety of everyone involved."
"Who should be on the team?" Theon inquired, eager to take action.
"We'll need Jean for her telepathic abilities, Scott for his tactical prowess, Logan for his combat prowess, Storm for her control over the elements and Nightcrawler in case something go wrong. You, as Revan, could play a crucial role with your powers," Xavier explained.
Determination filled Theon's eyes. "Let's gather them and plan our next move."
Xavier nodded in agreement. "We'll convene in an hour."
Theon nodded back, his mind already planning the steps to confront Striker and prevent any further chaos.
As he left Xavier, thoughts raced through his mind. The responsibility of the impending mission weighed heavily on his shoulders, but his determination to stop Striker and safeguard his fellow mutants was unwavering.
Gathering the team was the first step. Theon hurried, seeking out Jean, Scott, Logan, Nightcrawler and Storm to brief them about the mission. Each one responded with a mix of concern and determination upon hearing the gravity of the situation.
An hour later, they gathered in the war room, the atmosphere tense yet focused. Xavier, seated at the head of the table, initiated the discussion, outlining the challenges and the potential risks involved in confronting Striker's stronghold.
Jean, Scott, Logan, Nightcrawler, and Theon listened attentively, each offering their insights and potential strategies. Ideas flowed back and forth, plans were drafted and revised, with everyone contributing their expertise.
Hours passed as they meticulously prepared, strategizing every move and considering every possible outcome.
"Ok let's get started" said Scott
/Alkali Lake secret base/
Entering the base sewers Jean and Revan, who were leading the group used their telekinesis to open up the giant door.
"Ok, let's separate. Revan, can you go alone?" asked Cyclops.
"Yes, don't worry," affirmed Revan
Alone in the shadowy depths of the base, Revan navigated the labyrinthine corridors, his thoughts consumed by the urgency of the mission. His steps were purposeful, each turn leading him deeper into the heart of the stronghold.
As he ventured further, Revan's gaze fixated on a Hydra insignia adorning the walls.
As Revan's eyes fixated on the haunting Hydra insignia, a torrent of memories flooded his mind, recalling the brutal assault on his past—an orphanage obliterated by Hydra operatives, leaving behind a trail of devastation. Theon's clenched fists trembled with raw emotion, the insignia acting as a catalyst for his seething rage and haunting memories.
Striker collaborates with Hydra?! I'll fucking kill him!' Revan's thoughts seethed with venomous determination.
Before he could compose himself, a sudden ambush by Hydra soldiers startled him. They emerged swiftly from the shadows, converging on Revan with tactical precision. Startled but not unprepared, Revan swiftly activated his powers, calling forth the Force to shield himself from their initial assault.
But this time, something within Revan snapped—a visceral rage surged, overpowering his senses. The shadows seemed to dance with his fury, and a haunting silence enveloped the corridors as he descended into an unbridled frenzy.
The soldiers, witnessing a transformation in Revan, were taken aback by the unleashed storm within him. With every strike, every movement, he embodied an avatar of destruction, a whirlwind of relentless wrath. His eyes glinted with an unhinged determination as he relentlessly engaged the soldiers.
More soldiers rushed into the confrontation, hoping to suppress him. However, they faced a creature untamed, a force that refused to yield. Revan's attacks were a symphony of chaos, his movements a violent ballet fueled by an overwhelming surge of emotion.
His actions were no longer those of a calculated combatant but that of a raging tempest. Limbs twisted, shadows elongated, and the air crackled with unleashed energy as he systematically disabled each soldier, his actions a frenzied dance of devastation.
The eerie silence shattered by the clash of bodies and the visceral symphony of agony as Revan's fury knew no bounds. Blood sprayed the walls as he relentlessly tore through the soldiers, their screams echoing in the hidden corridors, haunting the very walls of the base.
/Control room/
The monitors displayed Revan's relentless onslaught, his movements a blur of unbridled violence. Striker and his cohorts, witnessing this unleashed fury, exchanged terrified glances. Beads of sweat formed on their foreheads, their gazes fixed in horror at the chaotic scene unfolding before them.
"W-what is he?" Striker's voice quivered, his tone laced with fear.
"We d-don't have any data on his capabilities; it's like he's a force of nature," stuttered a soldier, his hands trembling on the controls.
"Lock him off immediately! We can't let that madman loose in our base!" Striker barked orders, his fear palpable in the room.
Revan, consumed by an uncontrollable storm of fury, continued his relentless rampage through the base's corridors. His every step was fraught with wrath, his power an unyielding force against anything that dared stand in his path.
Cornered in a narrow room by reinforced doors, Revan's anger surged further. The walls seemed to resonate with his fury as he felt trapped, contained by the very obstacles erected to impede his rampage. But within him, the Force churned, an untamed energy seeking release.
In an explosion of telekinetic might, the doors splintered and crumbled under Revan's immense power. Debris rained down as he stepped forward, eyes ablaze with unbridled fury.
As the dust settled, Revan's gaze fell upon a sight that froze his rage in its tracks. Cages lined the room, each holding a child—a grim testament to the base's nefarious operations. His heart clenched with a mixture of anguish and seething rage at the sight of innocent lives imprisoned and mistreated.
A tempest of emotions surged within Revan, threatening to engulf him entirely. But amidst the chaos, a small figure caught his attention—a child, with eyes full of innocence, approached him cautiously.
"Are you okay, big brother?" asked the child, their voice soft and unburdened by the horrors surrounding them.
Revan, caught off guard by the child's innocence amidst the chaos, felt a flicker of tranquility amidst his storm of emotions. The innocence in the child's eyes contrasted sharply with the darkness that surrounded them, piercing through Revan's rage and momentarily calming his tumultuous spirit.
With a deep breath, Revan steadied himself, drawing upon the last vestiges of control. The child's presence was a balm to his fury, a reminder of the innocence that needed protection amidst the darkness.
He crouched down, meeting the child's gaze. "I'll get you out of here. Stay behind me," Revan whispered, his voice filled with determination and a newfound sense of purpose.
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Power: [Ionikinesis]
(Argent)
The user can create, shape and manipulate plasma, a state of matter consisting of fully ionized gas of low density containing an approximately equal number of positive ions and electrons. It is important to note that although they are unbound, these particles are not 'free'. When the charges move, they generate electrical currents with magnetic fields, and as a result, they are affected by each other's fields.
