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[Logan wasn't the kind of man to show fear. He had seen a hundred battlefields and been through hell and back and visited death's door too many times to count. He'd felt fear in those times, but he was always able to work through it and find himself on the other side of it.

This was different though. Even before she began to cut, he felt the apprehension gnawing at him. It was pure instinct when the distinctive snikt marked the emergence of his claws. Yet he was bound too tightly to actually free himself, though he certainly tried. When she began to cut into his flesh, he reacted like a wild beast, Precision was meaningless just now. He was rocking dangerously in his chair, his teeth gnashing violently. He must have bit something in his mouth, because blood began to ooze from either corner of his lips.

Logan wasn't doing much thinking just then. Somewhere inside he knew this was irrational, but this was as close to his berserker state he got without actually being in a battle. He should have been able to reel himself back off, but his augment was signalling every single fight or flight instinct in him and the sum of it meant doing every single thing he could do to try and break free and kill his attacker.

The dangerous thing was, with the way his chains seemed to buckle and crack from his efforts, he might just succeed.]

[Not a good situation. As if the fear that comes with the thing wasn't enough Laura's got to deal with him jerking around too. There's too much blood to even clearly see what kind of progress or damage they're making right now. Kitty can hear the chains straining under the pressure. She glances over at Leia to give her a "be ready" look. Hopefully that translates.]

We need that out now. [Because it's the only thing that's going to keep him from breaking those chains at this point. She can grab and phase Laura if that happens though. She's ready for it.]

Logan, hold it together!

[Leia catches Kitty's eye and nods. Her feet have already shifted into a defensive stance beneath her, knees bending, and her face is white and drawn. The blaster is in her hands before she thinks about it; lacking any real Force training, it's her best defense against the man straining to escape his bonds at this point. For all her skills in hand-to-hand combat, Logan's strength and near-animalistic rage would almost certainly overpower her.

At Laura, she snaps:] Do it!

[Before we can all regret this more than we do.]

[Laura growled at that command, low and animalistic and angry, because she was trying to, damn it. She was fighting every impulse she had to stop, to pull her hand away, to flee the room in a blind panic in order to do it. But she was!]

[She could feel muscle giving way beneath her claws, felt the shrill squeal of metal on metal as the tip of her blade hit the metal edges of Logan's bones, the shiver that ran up her arm at the sensation, almost like nails on a chalkboard. Then there was a hitch, and a shift as muscle parted and her claw hit...something else. Something foreign and hard.]

[The implant.]

[For a split second, through the fear, she felt...triumph? Victory? And terror in sudden, excruciating waves, almost more than she could push aside. But she did, pressing the claw forward more, feeling it slid along the outside of the device, something else gave, it might have come loose...]

[Then suddenly there was a shock, like she'd pushed through something she wasn't supposed to, and her entire body jerked at the fear spasm, and she made a noise that was mostly a surprised exhale, perfectly still for two, maybe three seconds...]

[And then she silently collapsed like a puppet with cut strings.]

[Do it.

There was a moment where Logan was lost to reason and was replaced only with cold hot rage. Flight was never an option for him when it came to simply instinct. The berserker in him knew that he couldn't die. And that moment came like flipping a switch the moment Laura's claw touched his augment. He wasn't Logan anymore. He was the Wolverine. A mad vicious beast only out for blood.

While Laura hit the ground, he snarled and spat and cursed and rattled at his chains. His claws were out but the chains his hands bound and outward so that they could not be turned back on his restraints. But although they had been tested against his strength, they hadn't been tested against this where he tapped into an adrenaline and ferocity not easily tapped into. So when the first link snapped, there was scarcely seconds before his claws were tearing through the steel and Logan was free.

Laura was on the ground and ignored. That left Kitty and Leia - but in truth he only saw the weapon. The other was ignored and he charged, seeing not a face but rather a body to kill. In a fight like this, he could typically tell friend from foe. Leia was an unknown though - just a woman with the bad sense to have a weapon trained on him. So he charged ignoring any risk of harm to himself. His right fist and three razor sharp adamantium claws were directed right towards the center of her.]

[Kitty sees Laura buckling before the chains do and she grabs for the girl. She's surprisingly light, but Kitty's thoughts aren't really on why she has the claws but not the full adamantium skeleton at the moment. She's guiding Laura to the ground with few better options when she hears the sound of metal snapping.

Her head jerks up and he's moving too fast. She's already too late, but she's jumping to her feet without a weapon other than herself.] LOGAN, STOP!

[Eyes huge, Leia squeezes the trigger of the blaster as soon as she hears the steel give way. If the bolt of energy does anything to Logan, though, it's not evident to Leia, and by the time she's firing it again, her arms have already been knocked askew by him.

His claws connect a fraction of a second before his fist. They slice into her flesh easily, so smoothly that she feels the punch before anything else. It's after the breath's knocked out of her and she's reeling backward that she realizes her gut is burning.

There's no time to look, so she doesn't. She's too busy trying to fire a third blaster bolt before Logan can tear her limb from limb.]

[The first blaster bolt took him in the shoulder and rolled off his left shoulder, exposing burned and smoldering skin. In his rage, he didn't even feel it. The second one took him in the chest, but that only cost him an extra second.

By the time his claws are drenched in blood, he's already ready go for the throat. The final blast takes him in his left hand before it can make contact, scorching enough of his hand that the tip of three fingers are nothing but metal bones. He hisses and wrenches his right hand out of her and reels it back for a grazing cut designed to sever her head from her shoulders.

In all of it, he never hears Kitty.]

[He may not hear Kitty, but he's about to feel her as she grabs a clump of his hair. Not the safest thing for Kitty, but in this case it does mean he won't be able to touch Leia anymore. She wastes no time dropping him through the floor.] Cut me and I get to see if you really can regrow limbs.

[It's not a thing she wants, but she'll do it if she needs to, and if anyone could survive it, Logan could. She's focused on him right now, but she can tell Leia is still moving at least. Still a live. That's something. In Marina she saw the woman throw around a few tables and chairs with her mind when she was angry. Maybe the adamantium and momentum made it too much for her here or maybe they didn't have the same powers or same control. A question for a time when they aren't all in immediate danger.]

[He was halfway sunk through the floor, but he was still intangible and so his wild clawing was more like useless flailing. She'd caught him by surprise and had succeeded in driving the upper half of his head through the ground, turning his vision to only darkness. For all that he might have experienced a half hundred unique things, this was still unique enough that he didn't truly know how to respond.

But he heard her. And that part of Logan that was always there to be able to subtly guide his berserker state knew her as friend and not foe. Where Leia had been a stranger, Kitty's face was one ingrained in his memory - even if it was a different version of her.

It did not calm him, though he didn't immediately start trying to free himself. Instead he remained in place breathing labored, difficult breaths. Her blaster fire had been deep enough to impact his lungs and it was no easy thing breathing through them in their current state. He spat up blood even as the damage inside him was being repaired. The darkness was calming him, though every so often he would struggle yet never went so far as to actually try to throw her off him.]

[Leia staggers back another step once she sees Kitty grab Logan, glancing down a moment at the ragged red holes he left in her shirt. She's been hit with blaster fire before--set to stun, unlike Logan and his shining finger bones--but she can't remember having been stabbed in a fight. And certainly not stabbed like this.

She wants to shout at Kitty, but the burning sensation is twisting into something searing, spreading out in licks of pain from her stomach. If she didn't think it would make things worse, she'd curl in on herself, her arms around her torso. As it is, her legs are wobbling more and more beneath her, but she'll be damned if she's going to collapse.]

[Is this where she sings a lullaby to him or something? Jean would just get inside his mind and soothe it, but she's fresh out of Jeans at the moment. She can't hold him down there forever and bringing him back up to solid doesn't feel like the best plan at the moment either.]

Logan, no one wants to hurt you. You're safe. [Ish. You know, other than the current imminent peril.] We're all friends here. Leia might not be sending you a gift basket anytime soon, but you can work on that if you just go back to being you now.

[She doesn't chance a glance to Leia, but it's not because she's not worried.]

[The first sign Laura was awake was that her claw suddenly vanished back into her bloody hand. A second later her eyes opened, but for a moment she didn't move, her senses overwhelmed still by the smell of blood and fear and adrenaline, but mixed now with burning flesh. Except the fear it wasn't Logan, it was...Leia, she thought the woman's name was?]

[The teen pushed the chains off her and sat up, then stood in a nearly smooth motion, turning to survey the...well. Situation didn't quite seem an adequate word. It wasn't difficult for her to determine what had happened. Logan had gotten free, stabbed the woman with the gun, gotten shot, and then Kitty had restrained him the only way she could.]

[Her eyes narrowed as she considered Leia. She was still standing, or...in the process of falling at least, so whatever Logan had done hadn't been lethal, though the smell of blood coming off her was certainly setting off warning bells. Right then. Mission priorities, remove the immediate threat of Wolverine, then handle the injured woman if she wasn't dead. Ah, the joy of having 'mission parameters' hardwired into her personality...']

Make him tangible.

[Was her request (order?) to Kitty, her voice strong, certain again. Whatever the effects of the implants were, they stopped once 'chopping them out' was off the table, it would seem.]

[The seconds are starting to drag longer and longer for Leia, who watches the tableau before her with a distant sort of air. All of this is happening, and some of it is happening to her, but she feels cut off from it.

Snap out of it, she tells herself a little woozily (whether from shock or blood loss, she isn't sure). You can't just fall over and give up because you can feel your blood running down your stomach.

The Force is the answer, she realizes. She could kick herself for not reaching for it sooner.

Luke! she screams--if thoughts can be said to scream--focusing as strongly as she can on the figure in the Force she knows better than any other. Once she realized she could always find him, if he was near enough to be found, he'd become a warm, consistent presence in the world around her. She's not sure how reaching out to him through the Force is supposed to work normally, but if he could call her back to the underbelly of Cloud City to rescue him, surely she can make him see where she's struggling to keep her feet. Luke!

It's a battle she loses, falling heavily to her knees and then trying to sit back. Her body is singing with pain, so much so that the only thing left is to focus on her brother and hope he hears her. Luke! Luke, come here!]

[She's relieved to see Laura. She expected the girl to recover, but a fast recovery was even better because it meant back up and options. She doesn't know if Laura means for Kitty to make him tangible within the floor, but destroying a large portion of his body is kind of low on her list of things she'd like to do today, so she pulls him up again.

She hears the other girl fall. It sounds...controlled. Somewhat.] Hold on, Leia. [As if she'd be doing anything else. They just have to make sure Logan is neutralized. She doesn't want him loose on the station like this or taking another stab at Leia for that matter.

Once he's clear of solid objects she lets go. She doesn't have much choice in the matter anyway. Her phasing has limitations.]

[There are brief moments where the now solid Logan drives his claws into the ground. He's anchoring himself while using his renewed sight to survey his surroundings. He can see the blood and it's obvious that Leia is no longer a threat. Kitty is the closest, but she's unarmed. She would be his first target, were it not for Laura.

Wordlessly he locks eyes with his clone and without words, Logan steels himself for what comes next. He hadn't reached a complete calm, but there was enough presence of mind to keep from attacking family. Precious seconds were provided before he would rise for retaliation.]

[Laura didn't even wait for Logan to be completely tangible, she was already moving as soon as he started to. Their gaze met, for just a second, a flicker of understanding perhaps, and then she lifted her foot and slammed her heel into the side of his head with all the force her tiny body could muster.]

[It was enough. Logan may have had an adamantium skull, but that did little good when it was being kicked into solid cement. Logan went out like a light, even if only temporarily. It would give him time for his still bleeding wounds to heal.]

[...Better than a lullaby.]

Calming like a day at the spa. [Since Logan isn't getting up she leaves him to Laura while hurrying to drop down next to Leia. There's a lot of blood. She puts a supportive arm on the woman's shoulder. And looking at her eyes and reaching to take her pulse to check the vitals.]

We need to get you a doctor. A healer? [She's realizing that for all her exploring and trying to learn more she really hasn't bothered to learn what happens when someone stabs you. Might have been a good move before this undertaking.] How are you feeling?

[She calls and calls for her brother without pause, entirely unsure whether he can hear her at all. Who knows whether she's doing this correctly? The most she's done with the Force is attempts at meditation. Eventually, though, she's exhausted herself, and her focus drifts away.

When Kitty comes over to her, Leia's looking down at her wounds with the expression of someone examining an interesting museum exhibit. The blood loss is enough that she's lost her usual edgy intensity in a crisis; at this point, she's just trying to stay somewhat upright and conscious.]

...Been better.

[Speaking sends a ripple of fire through her middle, and she doesn't have energy or inclination to hide it.]

[Laura crouched down next to Logan, checking him over carefully. The cuts to his head were healing, his pulse seemed strong. She was pretty sure she couldn't actually kill him but...well, he was family, or as close as she had to it, so...she wanted to be sure.]

[Satisfied, she rose again, moving over to where Kitty and Leia sat, crouching down again to check the injured woman over, sniffing the air a few times and listening to her pulse.]

You will need to see a doctor immediately or you will die.

[So comforting.]

[When Nomi had gotten the call, thankfully she hadn't been too far away. Reaching out in the Force for Leia's fading presence had not been simple, but it wasn't impossible, since she was Force Sensitive and it's a good thing, too. Zeroing in on that presence, a red-headed woman in sea-green Jedi robes bursts into the room. Walking briskly towards the group, shoes clicking on the deck, her focus is entirely on Leia.]

I'm here to help. Her brother sent me.

[Rolling up her sleeves, she moves over and kneels down beside the injured princess.

If Laura objects physically, she'll find herself gently pushed aside with some assurances. If that doesn't work then Nomi will send her floating away in a bubble of telekinetic force, but hopefully that won't be the case. It's doable, but she'd rather not juggle a shield and healing at the same time.

Regardless of that though, Nomi gently reaches out and holds her palm over the bloody injury, a faint golden light radiating from her. It takes intense concentration though, so she will not be speaking much for the moment, but the wound is already beginning to seal up.

Uh. Hi. how's that for an entrance?]

Edited 2016-03-15 04:20 (UTC)

[Not bad. Kitty'll give it three and a half stars. I mean, she does know teleporters and such. So the bar is pretty high for entrances. She was on guard the moment Nomi walked in, but the quick description of what she was there to do was largely disarming. She shifted herself away from Leia to give the unfamiliar woman room to work, but she doesn't go too far.

She looks at Leia for any signal that this woman is a threat or conversely, a friend. Though the quick healing is speaking for itself.]

You called Luke? [Why, yes, she does know he's your brother. She also didn't hear any verbal calls during the fight and as focused as she was on Logan, she would have picked up on that.]

[Leia has presence of mind enough to roll her eyes at Laura's solemn pronouncement--thank you, she wasn't sure she'd needed a medic--but is otherwise quiet, teeth gritted until they might crack against any sound she could make. The longer this goes on, the more the pain cuts through the adrenaline and shock.

When the door flies open, Leia glances up. She knows Vima better than her mother, but no one could possibly mistake Nomi Sunrider for anyone but herself, even after only a brief meeting. She just about glows with self-assured capability--especially when one is bleeding out on the floor.

As Nomi kneels down before Leia, Leia mouths the words thank you to her. It's easier not to talk at the moment. In fact, it takes until Nomi's been working for a bit before she wants to risk another comment to Kitty. It's still painful--everything is, even with Nomi's help--but it's doable.]

The Force.

[To make it entirely clear, Leia sets a bloody finger against her temple. One of the few things she can do, Force-wise, and before now, she wasn't sure she could. It would probably be a more satisfying victory if not for the slowly closing holes in her body.]

[Laura half-stood as the new woman entered the room, her posture defensive. Leia had been hurt because of Logan, which made her at least partly Laura's responsibility...having family was strange, wasn't it?]

[But nothing about the woman was immediately threatening, and neither Leia nor Kitty seemed to be afraid of her, so after a moment, the teen took a half-step back, close enough that she could move against the newcomer if she had to.]

[Her gaze shifted towards the injured woman again, then Kitty, who seemed to know more about what was going on.]

...She is telepathic?

[That was unexpected. And a little unnerving...]

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