Prep for mission to Shi'ar, :storm: :any:

(((Ignore the title, i was half asleep when i wrote this.)))

Forge walked into the X-jet Hanger, and stared at the Jet. It had scorch marks, hastly done patch-ups, and something else that just bugged him. He walked around it, admiring the fact that they still had kept the plane in one piece. "What have they done with you?" Forge said aloud.

"What have they done with you?"

It seemed Forge had noticed the lack of care the jet had recieved, Lorna found it quite funny, that someone could be so concerned over a piece of equipment. Well alright it was more than that, but to her it just looked like a piece of metal currently being stared at by some kind of techno freak.

"We put it through it's paces. Y'know, the usual stuff? A field trip here, an attack there, a rescue mission every other Tuesday."

Her lips curved into a smile as she said it, making a joke out of their lives seemed the best thing to be doing right now. Half of the people she actually gave a damn about, were off to go and get obliterated by the Shi-ar, so she may as well get a few laughs in while she had the chance.

Green ringlets hitting her shoulders, Polaris folded her arms and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "I swear to god, you people are insane for going on this mission. But try not to get killed okay?"

Jean walked in slowly she saw polaris she then sent her a telepathic message.

~Look Lorna i need to talk to you.Its important that you take another TEST.I need you to do it asap.~

She looked at the two as if she said nothing.

Gambit walked onto the Jet after packing up a few extra decks of cards and his alcohol. Sure, he took the mission seriously, but to avoid thinking about what they were doing the mission for, he had to be extremely mad and fighting someone, or drinking. He wasn't in the highest spririts with the professor being so ill. He wanted to find a cure, and would silence anyone who got in the way.

Gambit managed to hear the bit of Forge's words as he spoke and heard Lorna's sarcasm. He still didn't believe she was refusing to go. He turned to her and rubbed her backside with a coy grin.

"Far gud luck," he joked with her and winked. Remy looked at her and smiled. "Why don't ye come? We need yar wit Lornie." He tried to talk and reason with her into the mission. Remy then nodded to Jean a greeting of hello.

As soon as Jean's words registered in her mind, Lorna felt her stomach lurch. Screw telepathy, she was going to say what she was really thinking. Shaking her head, the green haired mutant turned to face the bringer of bad news.

"Nuh-uh Jean, that thing was negative. I don't need to take another one"

Oh crap. She should've perhaps left that little outburst until after the other two inhabitants had left, especially the cajun. He asked too many questions and quite frankly she didn't want to be the one to explain. Sighing Polaris bit down on her lip as she felt Lebeau's hand on her backside. Don't hit him, don't hit him. Thank god for mental reasoning.

"Why don't ye come? We need yar wit Lornie."

No, they needed to drag someone else down with them. She didn't have a death wish, and besides if she was pregnant, then that'd create all manner of problems. "You can manage without me."

Remy looked at Lorna with a curious expression as she spoke to Jean. He wondered what it was about, and of course, he would ask. He knew he had to pick the opportune moment, and now wasn't exactly it.

When Lorna hadn't hit him from his hand on her, he knew there was something up. He remained silent though. When Lorna replied, he looked down at her. In the past, Lorna would have tagged along, kicked butt, but complained. He hadn't known her to refuse a mission, especially to help the professor. Remy told himself he would talk to the magnetic defying mistress later.

"You're goin' soft, not like yarself," he told her and sighed. "But I won't push. You don't want to go, don't." Remy's mannerism was a bit different. Lorna's powers had always came in useful. He had even managed to team with her against villians of the past. And now, she wouldn't be there, to slap him, tell him off, and fight with him. Something was up, and he would find out.

"Let's get this carnival on the road as soon as possible," he told Forge and went over to a seat to sit down.

"Just a second, I have an upgrade for this that i have been working on." He walked back to the engine compartment, and pulled something out of his leg. He placed it on top of a pannel, and put one sensor pad on the pannel. "There, now this should fly a whole lot faster. Now we wait for Bobby."

Remy Lebeau. Oh how she loved and loathed the man at the same time. His words touched her heart, he wasn't going to push her for answers right now, that was practically endearing from the cajun. Listening to his words, Lorna gave a small nod.

"You're goin' soft, not like yarself,You don't want to go, don't."

Tilting her head once more to look at Jean, Lorna swallowed before thinking as loudly as she could. Since she wasn't blessed with telepathy the best she could do was project her thoughts for the red haired mutant to hear.

Forget the test Jean, you and I both know what the answer is. Much as it pains me, I'm going to be a mother.

Forcing a smile, Polaris watched as Remy turned and headed for his seat, and followed as if compelled by some invisible force. She had to say what she was thinking. "Come back in one piece, y'hear me cajun?" Wrapping her arms around his shoulders in a hug, the green haired mutant planted a kiss on his forehead. So help her, if he got blown up, there would be hell to pay.

Remy nodded as Forge talked about an upgrade and then spoke about waiting for Bobby. Remy rolled his eyes. 'Always waiting for some kid' he thought to himself, although Bobby was no longer a kid but part of the team, just younger. Remy still regarded him as a kid and a student considering the last time he had been at the mansion, Bobby had been in classes.

Remy rested his head against the seat and closed his eyes. He opened them back up when he heard Lorna's voice and felt her wrap her arms around him. He thought of the dreams he had been having and tried not to be startled. It wasn't everyday Lorna hugged him. He appreciated the interaction though. He grinned goofily as she kissed his forehead.

Remy looked up at her. "So ya want -all- me pieces back, eh?" he joked with her, trying to get the mood between them back. He was good at screwing up nice moments between them. It was less awkward that way. "I promise, I'll bea comin' back. Whole." He nodded and winked to her. Remy wanted to tell her to be safe, but there was no way to put it without raising an eyebrow. He didn't know what was going on with her, but he figured it was some sort of a flu bug or something. 'It'll pass' he thought in his head and nodded.

[[Continued from Early Farewells ]]

Blue pool chlorine water had dried itself in Hailley's ashen ringlets, which now drooped at the side of her heart shaped face. The once lightly colored hair had taken on a blue appearance, matching the color of Hailley's icy eyes.

She entered the X-Jet hangar, carrying boxes upon boxes of supplies for their unplanned mission. Food, medical and clothing paraphenalia had been carefully packed by the snow mistress herself. It was a requirement for Cyclops' leadership class, oh so many years ago.

Pale limbs reach for the cargo placement, piling in boxes. Hearing the familiar cajun voice, Hailley pivots. Blue curls swirling about her head.

"Cajun, Lornie, Forge, Jean. The whole gang is here." She cracks a smile.

Bobby smiled and entered right after Hailley. "Hey, you're forgetting someone." he said, smiling at her and entering the room. He walked over to her and started helping her load the jet. "You guys ready for this?" he asked, after helping her finish loading and walking over to the rest of the group.

Forge sat in the pilot's chair, and started up the engines. "Sit down and buckle up. This thing will take off faster than you can think." When everyone was seated, Forge flipped a few switches, and the jet started to rise up. When it cleared the hanger, He punched in a set of codes, and the Jet recketed oof to Shi'ar.

Obedient and moderately violent, the quiet hail stone follows Forge into the X-Jet. She pauses, turning her head to look at Lorna.

"There are somethings in life that don't need words." Hailley looks down, icy eyes glued on the boots of her X-uniform. Leather had never been her preference, nor had black.

She inhales sharply, building the confidence to drag herself up the ramp of the X-Jet. Saying that enigmatic phrase had taken a lot off of her chest, hopefully the magnetic mistress would understand the message.

Hopefully.

Gloved hands pull a thick restraint over her body, clasping the buckle and adjusting her tiny frame into the seat.

To Shi'ar.

:con't in 'Shi'ar pt one' :