X-Traction

Scott's entire focus shifts to piloting the Blackbird. He holds the stick and adjusts the throttle to slip past the enemy plane, then he adjusts position until they are underneath the airspace of the plane. With practiced skill, Scott yanks on the controls and the jet whips nose up. For a brief moment, the cabin feels devoid of gravity and the world spins. Then everything becomes a twisting churn as Scott completes the turn and twist to send the jet hurting right at the gray plane.

"Go Kurt!" Scott orders loudly, hoping he can pull off the maneuver.

"Get us ready to haul out of here, in case they really bring out the welcome wagon!" Wolverine says, letting his claws run long, and opening his arms wide as if to hug Nightcrawler!

"Be right back!"

BAMF!

The moment Scott leveled their own jet close enough to the other plane, Nightcrawler flipped himself on top of Wolverine's shoulders and bridged the distance, materalising both of them into their cockpit! "Quick, before they alert the others!"

Jubilee raises her eyebrows in surprise as the two 'BAMF' out.

"Wait, take me with you! Aww..."

There's a puff of purple smoke and a whiff of brimstone. When it clears, Nightcrawler and Wolverine find themselves in a cramped cockpit. Thanks for Logan's short statue, he doesn't have to duck to avoid hitting his head, but Nightcrawler is hunched over. There's a woman with a flight helmet and mirrored shades in the pilot seat, the co-pilot seat is empty. There is less than two feet of space around you between the pilot seats and the walls. The cabin door is behind you in arms' reach. The pilot looks around and sees you standing there.

"What the-!" She speaks into her flight helmet microphone. "Security breach! Two mutants in the cockpit!"

Seeing Nightcrawler and Wolverine BAMF into the cockpit, Cyclops whips the Blackbird into a barrel roll to avoid slamming into the plane, narrowly avoiding a collision, then banking around to follow. "Heads up, Gambit and Jubilee. Stay alert. We need to be ready to assist."

"Hold the line Wolvie, I'm going to get the others!" Kurt ducked away from the pilot, letting Wolverine handle her, but quickly popped the door of the cockpit open that led to the main cabin in order to catch a glimpse of its interior, for that would make teleporting so much easier than trying to get everyone into the tiny cockpit. BAMF!

Gambit nods at Cyclops and makes sure his bo staff and playing cards are ready. He certainly does not want to blow anything up that he shouldn't, but something to blind the folks might be helpful.

With the cockpit door open, Wolverine can see a large cargo bay beyond. A figure is strapped down to a pallet on the floor in the center, and almost a dozen people sit in chairs bolted to the sides of the aircraft. They unharness themselves and grab weapons.

"Hell of a place you’ve got here!" Logan says menacingly, as he looks about the tiny space he appeared within.

"My friend asked you nicely. I’m here to ask you not-so-nicely! That change your mind any?" he says, claws on display.

Having seen how many enemies they might be up against, Kurt focussed on getting everyone across.

One of the members, dressed in a hood and armor, pulls out a gun and points it directly to the figure handcuffed to the pallet on the floor. "Now, now, I believe you are the one who boarded uninvited. This is the way with you mutants, isn't it? Just because you are special you think the rules don't apply to you? That if people don't answer you polite request you can just force them to do it against their will? You make me sick! Now, you have ten seconds to get off my place or there will be one less mutant in the world."

"Ready?" Kurt placed both his hands on Gambit and Jubilee. "There's about a dozen of them."

Jubilee pumps her fist.

"I was born ready! ...But just in case, a dozen is like, ten, right?"

"Let's go!"



This time Kurt hopped in with both Gambit and Jubilee, to find themselves in someone's mid-speech!

"Polite request." Logan repeats back with a biting chuckle.

"And how nice did you ask them before you strapped them into that thing?" he growls, stepping back and almost onto the front console of the plane.

He’s ready to drive his claws down into it, or the pilots, whichever would bring the bird down quicker.

"Make it two less mutants and a whole lot of you." he threatens, making it obvious what he plans to do.

The man snorts behind his mask. "And how nice do you mutants ask when your powers kill innocent bystanders? Or level a whole office building? We can go back and forth until the dawn of your kind. I will not repeat my command." He clicks the safety off the gun.

Just then, Nightcrawler, Jubilee, and Gambit bamf back onto the plane. The man shouts, "You multiply like vermin!" He pulls the trigger, shooting the restrained woman in the leg with a purple beam weapon. You hear a muffled scream and realize she's gagged. "Next time will be fatal!"