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And so they landed on the correct Island this time.

"I'm not really that good a fighter so I'll stay at the back," said TheAPERSON. "I reckon Gamester and Speedy should be the frontline.

"This is where You all get trained Aperson," Said Gamester.

The earpiece on Gamester's left ear activated, "This is Specialist Commander Gamis Tiron requesting deactivating of all shielding around main base," said Gamester, "I have brought the new trainee's in and with the devastation going on right now, our time table is now at a month, I need seven pods active, their training starts today."

Immediatly, the base decloaked, and hundreds of men and women were revealed, plus a massive assortment of vehicles.

A man wearing a General Star on his sleeve came out, "Greetings Specialist," said the General, "I see that you have the new Elite Trainees here."

"Yes Commander," said Gamis Tiron, "Everyone, I'd like you to meet General Mac Taoth, leader of the Island Defenses, and also Specialist Trainer."

"Alright people," said the General, "You have one month to train, your bunks have already been assigned, all seven of you will be living in the same area, go unpack, if you have anything to unpack, and then meet in the main quad in half an hour, your first training sesh starts then........DISMISSED!! !"

Everyone went to the bunks, while the General and Gamis stood behind, "Sit report Commander?" asked Gamester.

"Seattle seems to have massive movement down by the docks as of an hour ago," said Mac, "Bird Eyes picked up a Green Ferry coming in, might be a troop transport."

"Damn," muttered Gamester, "at least it's not armed, but still, I assume everyone is on guard."

"Three Hawk Eyes on patrol, a snake on it's way, and three Sharks and eight minnows are on the water."

"Good," said Gamester, "I don't want those kids involved, unless need be, but we got delayed teleporting."

"What happened?" asked Mac.

"An obelisk and an alternate universe," said Gamis, "My guess is Gesteris McNamas."

"Great," muttered the General, "Lets just hope your new team is worthy of the Elite Satus."

"For all the Autistics out there," said Gamis, "I hope so too."

Speedy had been inhis own world for a while, and had finally emerged, oblivious to the change in scenery. This was new, he thought, I could have sworn that I was on another island, and I was talking in a manner most unlike my own,

"Flying wizard type?"

"Gamis Tiron"

"Is this the training facility? I will need to go to the mess, to sort out my chocolate milk rations. After that, I am ready for training. Icarus has not spoken for a while, perhaps he needs some lines as well..."

After they had gotten past security. TheAPERSON, Speedy Gamester and the others went to begin their training.

(Gamester doesn't need training. He's one of the trainers.....)

Mac stood before the motley assortment that Gamester had brought in.

"Well," he muttered, "Lets see what you all can do.......Activate Scenario 1."

Immediatly the room changed to a holographic images and whatnot, like that of The X-men's danger room.

Immediatly twelve soldiers and three alpha commandos bared down on the group, "Get them!" shouted the commandos, "Get the prisoners."

"Alright people," said Mac, "Show me what you got."

TheAPERSON watched Mac's efforts to dispatch the soldiers and he had a feeling he wouldn't do as good. TheAPERSON couldn't actually see the soldiers but he assumed that Mac was doing good.

But then when he saw them, he was exceedingly wroth to discover they were toast soldiers.

Mac dispatched the soldiers and deactivated the room, but kept the doors locked.

"WHAT PART OF GET THEM!" he roared, "DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?"

Mac looked at APERSON, Pandora, and the others, glaring at them, "I had this on a level one simulation, all you had to do was go out and beat those soldiers with whatever was lying around, which just happened to be a few metal pipes and some wood."

Glaring, Mac fumed and brought his anger back down a few notches.

"Gamester has me training you all to be the best that he knows that you can be," Mac said, "Right now, the fate of mankind that is being persecuted is resting on all of us here on this island, all of us. We cannot fail, if we do, then we will all be sent to the camps, and we will all die there, no one will come for us, because according to them, we are not worth saving. Remember World War Two? I am sure that many of your parents and grandparents remember the camps, the merciless evil that was rampant, that's what you have to look forward if you do not own up to your power and your destinies."

"I want to try this again," said Mac as he stepped over to the controls, "But I have to know that all of you in this session, want to win, want to have rights, want to live in society without having to worry about whether or not you will be destroyed, I want to know if you want to do this, because if you don't, then there is no hope."

Speedy stepped forward,
"I would like to say something. I can bring down any amount you put before me, but it will not be pretty. When the white light appears, it is all I see, and I lay waste to whatever appears in my path. So unless you want to be on the receiving end of my wrath, you get out of my way.
"There must be some rage inside you all. It matters not that you consider yourself meek or mild. Think about what is happening to our world, our lives, our future. It is time for that introversion that resides in us all to subside. It is time for everyone to believe in themselves. Unleash the power within. Do not think about it, let it happen. Let the rage, the negativity, the loss, the abuse, all that has been set against you, surge through your bodies.

"We are few, but we shall overcome the unjust. Let it begin!"

Speedy fell to his knees, rage pulsing through his body. Everyone left the simulation chamber instinctively, as Speedy destroyed the replicant guards within a blink. Having let it fall to the floor, Speedy put his hat back on, that dead stare accompanied by a malicious laugh,

"You see, the rage can take over, you just let go"

Mac blinked as he watched the power flow through Speedy. Not even Gamis could use that much and survive. If Gamis did that, that would be the end of him and the host.

"Impressive Speedy," said Mac and he saluted him, "That was only a level one you took on, can you handle a level 40?"

Mac was wondering if 40 on Speedy would be wise. Forty is what the top level Syrian Commander did and barely made it out alive, taking on three tanks, and twenty men on horse back, all with machine guns.

"Level forty is what is refered to as 'Death incarnate,'" said Mac, "Three Abrams tanks and twenty men with machine guns on horse back charging you down, very little manuverable room, very little, and using your powers is unwise in this situation, because you have three gas exposed gas mains from level 39, so if you can beat 40 without using your powers, then I will inform Gamis to possibly put you in for a field commission right off the bat."

Very few trainees who survived the hardest levels were F.C. worthy, most went into either the regular line of soldiers, or if they displayed something unique, special forces or the corps.

"If you choose to accept this," said Mac, "its your choice."

Bazza was beginning to think it was a big mistake leaving the old Island and the Continuum Transfunctioner (whose mystery is only exceeded by its power). They could have used it to banish their enemies to Hoboken NJ.

( OOC: Bazza? You go by Mac as well? Refer to yourself as Bazza then, because I have a Mac as well, and it sorta complicates things when you mention Mac, cause I don't know if you're refering to yourself or my Mac.)

The rest of the Routemaster group had been arrested again, and they were now in another prison. Four tiers of cells meant for one, each stuffed with ten prisoners, shouting, screaming, whining, crying, banging on the bars with bed frames and tin bowls and cups, flooding the ranges by overflowing the toilets and plugging up the sinks and then turning them on full blast, playing their TVs and radios full blast, filling bowls and cups with every kind of disgusting substance and throwing it out onto the ranges, chanting "WE WANT OUT! WE WANT OUT!" Shouting, "LET MY PEOPLE GO!" Yelling, "DOWN WITH BIG BROTHER!" Screaming, "KILL US ALL NOW!" Snarling, "YOUR DAY WILL COME!" Howling, "I had a LIFE, you ignoramuses, I had a LIFE!" Screeching, "WE DON'T NEED A CURE!" Trying to get the others to take up the chant but they were too busy shouting their own slogans. Moaning, "Shut up, I'm dying, shut up, you're killing me, I can't take noise!" Groaning, humming loudly to keep out the noise, with their heads under their pillows and blankets, toilet paper or earplugs made from the prison soap stuffed into their ears, toilet-paper earmuffs and rags torn from sheets and blankets and clothes taped or held over their ears. A man having a grand-mal, splashing around on the floor. A boy banging his head on the bars, the blood running down the range and over the gallery, down three levels onto the ground-floor range. People vomiting where they were, standing on the desks and stools and beds in their cells so that they wouldn't get electrocuted in case some fool got their TV and radio wires wet, a young man standing on his bed holding a bottle of pills in one hand and a tin cup of water in the other, shouting something, miming taking the pills and washing them down with the water. A man hanging himself from the ceiling by his tie, only to have it snap. His cellmates started wailing and screaming and pointing at him, trying to get a passing guard's attention, but the guard was too busy trying to dodge spit balls and snot balls and every other kind of ball you can imagine.


People holding up signs, written with whatever they had on whatever they could find-- lipstick on a sheet reading "Hypocrites", red pen on toilet paper reading "GO TO HELL NEUROTYPICALS", blood on a wall reading "I died of shame", as the water on the floor washed the blood away from the slashed corpse until there was no blood left at all. A man running air into his veins, three times, three syringe-fulls, and finally collapsing, the others in his cell too busy to help him or stop him or talk to him, fighting over standing space on the desk they were crowded onto.

A bird flew into the control room where Gamis was, "This is Operative 23," said the note written in the birds mouth, by special courier, Rogis, pigeon commando." the bird nodded, did a bird esque salute, and then hopped back to the window and waited.

"Operative 23," began the note, "Currently undercover at Multan Overieah Prison in Chicago, The routemaster carrying the group you originally helped escape Camp 21 has been recaptured and is been arrested, undercover duties preclude this operative to ask for any assistance, similar notes have been sent to Regents, Sisca, and Antarctica refuge, await your current orders as per order 21 and General command 34....Operative 23."

Gamis sighed, Operative 23, the only female operative who was a battle commissioned 3 star general, 'Shela,' as she went by. the only female in the group who Gamis actually never said no to, probably because he'd get killed.

"Rogis," said Gamis, as he wrote a bunch of notes, "fly to these locations and then fly back to your commander."

the bird nodded, looked at Gamis with a "You aren't...?" look and then left.

Gamis laughed, "Time to break out the big artillery."

Gamester activated a console on his left, and right and started punching in things, soon enough loading bays 4 though 8 were moving with people, as three ships were being powered and armored, and 8 divisions of heavy assault troops and three divisions of special ops teams geared up.

Gamester then activated the base intercom, "This is Special Ops Commander Gamester," he said, "Base is now under defcon 2, another prisoner breakout is planned and I will be leading it, General Mac Taoth is in command til I return."

Immediatly the ships moved upwards, cloaked and headed towards Chicago.

Gamester growled, "I'm coming and this time it's personal."

As he was about to leave, there was an almighty explosion, and a tank landed on the ground beside him. Tanks are regularly known for their flying capabilities, Gamester thought, I've seen the Bilko movie,

"I may have dislocated my shoulder when I relocated the tank. Now I understand you desire some assisstance in combat. I shall accompany you, and you shall find out what the answer is..."

Speedy, facing away from Gamester, snapped his shoulder back into place, took off his sunglasses and turned around. His eyes, thought Gamester, they're

"They are glowing. Glowing from the power flowing within me. I feel the rage of the many. We have a war to fight, and I suggest we leave now..."

Gamester was beginning to understand that there was more to his English comrade than met the eye. He had heard of this answer, but had no idea what it could be. Seeing Speedy's new appearance, Gamester felt the answer lay within him. He did not have the answer, maybe he was the answer. It would take everything in Gamester's power to control Speedy, for this much rage could be dangerous for everyone. He must find out what all of this meant, as a wrong step would be disastrous.

"There's something I have to tell you" said Speedy.

"What is it?" said Gamester.

"I'm......not from this planet!"