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Secret Location in the Mojave Desert, Nevada

March 26th, 1 PM

Claremont Academy Field Trip to Danger Institute: Mojave Installation

 

The field trip had been announced a bit suddenly, and for a rather varied group of students, spread out across the different squads: Zenith, White Lioness, Ms. Thursday, Gauss, Thunderbird, Salvo, Forever Boy and Veronica Danger, accompanied by their teacher Steph Harcourt. Why they had been the chosen students were anyone's guess, but they were promised it would be quite a treat. And of course, they would have to write an essay about the visit. It seemed that Headmistress Summers would temper any boon with a bane.

 

But still! At first the group of students would get to on a field trip to the Danger Institute's Mojave Installation, hidden in the Mojave desert. The description of the place had been vague. The students had been told that it was a research station where Danger International studied unknown objects found across the world, kept safely away from any population centers in case any of the objects turned out to be dangerous. They would get a tour of the place, and potentially get to see some of the items of interest.

 

As an added bonus, Headmistress Summers had pulled some strings, and the group of students found themselves arriving via teleporter pads, straight from the Freedom League. Quick and easy travel, and they wouldn't miss several days of classes to travel. That was bound to be quite an experience to the students that had not tried something like that before.

 

As the students and Steph Harcourt appeared, they were met with a big cube of a building, 330 feet in each dimension.There were several square windows in different locations all around the building, placed seemingly randomly. As they appeared at the top of the building at the teleport pads on loan from the Freedom League, the students and the teacher could see a pair of helicopter landing pads, and a small cube with a set of doors that led into the building from the roof. At the ground level, two pairs of great doors were situated at equal spacing on each side of the building. 

 

The second thing that the students were met with were sand blowing absolutely everywhere. Not a pleasant experience, by all accounts.

 

The third and last thing was a man with a red scarf tied over his mouth and nose, with thick goggles over his eyes. He was wearing khaki shorts and a dark grey t-shirt, and was shouting for them to get inside, leading the group to the entrance. "C'mon! The storm'll pass soon, but no reason to get caught up in it!"

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Ms. Thursday

 

As Astrid took in the massive building before her she couldn't help but break into a smile even if it risked getting a gust of sand in her mouth.

 

It had finally happened. An honest to the Gods field trip to someplace interesting in America that she had never been before. She had started to doubt whether it would ever happen with Summers seeming pretty determined to have them all cooped up in Claremont for the whole school year. 

 

Astrid couldn't be more happy to be wrong, though she could leave the sand. She turned to the rest of her classmates before making her way to the entrance. "Alright. Looks get the Hel in there before this storm blows us all over the desert, ja!"

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Veronica Danger

 

Veronica Danger was perhaps somewhat less excited than most of her classmates during this trip.  For starters, she had been to Freedom Hall several times in the Fall when she had gone to get flight time in one of the League's Pegasus spaceplanes.  Further, while she had never been to this particular facility personally, as a member of the Danger family had having access to Danger International files, she certainly was aware of its existence before this trip.  Still, it was a chance to get out of the classroom for a bit and on to something somewhat more active.

 

The teenage Danger was dressed in her more usual attire, olive cargo shorts, a black T-shirt over which she wore a loose tan long sleeved shirt that was unbuttoned in the front. And, of course, there were the ever present pair of well-worn in hiking boots on her feet.

 

While the appearance in the middle of a sandstorm was not the most pleasant way to arrive, Veronica had experienced her share of sandstorms in her travels.  Giving a nod to the host that was there to greet them and in agreement with Astrid’s comments, the teenage Danger started towards the rooftop access door.

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Corinne didn't care.  As this wasn't a goal for her, and as she got closer to graduation the more jaded she became, especially after the Krampus incident.  She wasn't going to sullen, considering she was seeing things she hadn't before... but...

 

Her mind was made up, and barring something catastrophic nothing was going to change her mind.  Still a semi-secret nonpublic facility in the middle of desert gave her all sorts of vibes, so despite her 'not caring,' and no matter how often she repeated the mantra, this was an event.  She was just going to doggedly not admit it.

She had her arm cross over her midsection, plodding along. Wearing her nominal bucket hat, a printed t-shirt from some old pop culture reference (a la Jack Burton from Big Trouble in Little China), under her studded leather jacket, with a flannel tied around her waist, a pair of black leggings, and some hiking boots.

At the threat of the storm she moved one arm and summoned her power around her, that scattering light shimmered for a moment, as she summoned her forcefield, just in case stuff started to get real before she made it into the building.

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White Lioness

Àjàṣorò had been little nervous returning to the Freedom League headquarters, as she’d used her fathers pass to commit a less than legal activities. It had all turned out well, but she still wasn’t sure if she’d be allowed back on the premises. Luckily he father had apparently smoothed the waters and not an eyebrow was raised as she arrived to use the teleporters.

 

It had lightened her pensive mood to be able to finish the trip and even the desert sand didn’t bother her much, she’d stood on the sand of the Sahara after all.

 

“This storm isn’t that impressive, but still probably best if we go inside.”

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Micah still found himself...on guard...when Corinne was around and they weren't literally sitting in a classroom or lounge or the like. The Krampus Incident had left him...well, he didn't like Zenith, and Corinne was only just far enough removed he was cordial with her in the right setting. This trip, though, he was less sure about. Everyone else was pretty chill, though. 

 

When they arrived, his eyes slammed shut almost immediately. It might not be the worst sandstorm in existence, but sand in the eyes was no joke. He moved his goggles down his head, then blinked. He took a few moments to look around, then nodded.

 

"Hang on, I think I can make this a bit more comfortable."

 

Thunderbird (a name he was still adjusting to) slammed his hands together, producing a loud clapping sound. More dramatic, though, was how the air around them for a couple of hundred feet stilled, dropping sand to the ground and leaving them unassaulted by the grain substance. Micah's face was pinched in concentration.

 

"Can't do this forever. Walking would be good, yes."

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Salvo

 

"Pfft. Pfft. Pfft!"

 

Nicole spat sand from her mouth as a bubble of calm settled over the whole area. She took her glasses off and wiped the sand from the lenses, putting them back on a second later. That brought her sight back to normal and she glanced at Micah, his face pinched with effort.

 

"Thanks, Micah. Yeah, this is definitely much better." She said as she began to drive her wheelchair forward. Her head swiveled as she took in the whole building and their surroundings, all made easier to see thanks to Micah's bubble of calm. She had to admit that this was pretty exciting and not because the building was in the middle of nowhere Nevada but because of whatever lay inside. Unknown objects galore from all over the world. Not that she wasn't exposed to the exotic and exciting in her work with Archetech but she could never get tired of the prospect of opening something up and figuring how it works.

 

"Do you have any idea what's inside?" She asked Veronica as she drove up beside the other teenager. Contrasting the Danger's pulp adventure attire, Nicole was wearing an olive green bomber jacket, unbuttoned over a white t-shirt, jeans and sneakers.

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Veronica

 

Veronica had already been moving toward the entrance to the building when Micah had created an area free from the sand.  "Yes, great work Micah."  The teenage Danger replied in agreement to Nicole’s comments.

 

When Nicole pulled up beside her to ask her question, Veronica gave a slight nod and a shrug.  "Well, I know about some of the things studied here.  Members of my family tends to travel far and wide, on this world and others, often encountering all manner of unusual artifacts, devices and technology.  I have not been more fully involved with things at Danger International long enough to be fully up to date on what they have here, but have learned about some.  There are even a few things that have been here close to a century."

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Forever Boy

 

Now, this was exciting. Not just something new to experience, but something that was normally entirely hidden away from anything else. Pan was excited, of course. And the teleporter! He had never tried anything quite like that before. Well, that was not entirely true. He had never tried anything like that before where he actually knew where he was going and was ready for it. 

 

And then they were hit with the sand and yes, that was not really pleasant at all, the way it was flying everywhere and getting everywhere and just blegh. With Micah creating a zone of calm around them, he quickly moved up and slapped his roommate on the back, a huge grin spreading over his lips. "That was amazing!" It was great, really, because he was obviously not dressed for a sandstorm at all. Pan had heard desert, so he had thought hot, so he was dressed in a pair of dark green shorts that went right past his knees and no further, and a lighter green t-shirt with a white wing design on his back. Not really dressed by for the weather at all.

 

Hearing Nicole's question, he quickly moved up to hear and Veronica. "That's impressive. Guess we will get to see some of all the old things, then."

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GM

 

The man paused for a moment as the storm calmed around them, looking directly at Micah. "That is, ah, quite something," he managed to get out, before hurrying towards the door again. "Alright, alright, no need to tax the young man unnecessarily, let's head inside!" He went in first, leading the way directly into an elevator. Once Harcourt had made sure everyone was inside she followed, the door closing behind them.

 

The elevator was not overly large, but big enough to hold the group of 8 teenagers and two adults, at least. They could probably have squeezed two or three more inside, but that would have been it, leaving the group standing a bit closer to each other than what some of them might find comfortable, but that was how it was. The elevator itself seemed rather featureless, aside from a panel that the man had hastily taken his place at, placing his hand on a scanner, followed by having a scan taken of his eye, and finally, he pressed a button and the elevator started descending.

 

"Ah, welcome to the Danger Institute's Mojave Installation everyone! My name is Sam Vegas, I'm a researcher here, and I will be your guide on the tour." He made a slight bow towards Veronica, unable to do more with the limited space. "A pleasure to meet you all, and you in particular, Miss Danger. If any of you have any questions, feel free to ask, and I'll answer to the best of my ability." A short pause, as light began to creep in from the bottom of the walls on the elevator, spreading up and revealing that the walls surrounding the box was actually see-through, giving the group a view of the facility as the elevator descended. "If I'm allowed to answer, of course!" Vegas added.

 

As the elevator descended, the group could see that they were in a large atrium, with at least ten floors around them. Either the building were bigger on the inside than the outside, or it simply went lower than the outside building made it seem. They could several items scattered around the on the different floors as they passed, some held in high tech containment fields, some simply behind glass. Some where being moved around by researchers, others were out in the open, being used for various experiments.

 

Finally, they reached the ground floor, and Vegas guided them out, towards a security booth, a table with some screen in front and a wall behind pointed towards the entrance from the elevator, manned by a pair of guards. An Afro-American man of average height with a bushy, greying handlebar moustache, and a Caucassian woman that stood slightly taller than the man, with  short blonde hair. Both were wearing dark blue dress shirts and pants, as well as dark blue caps. The front of the caps and the backs of their shirts had SECURITY printed in yellow letters. Vegas gestured to them. "Now, if you would please state your name and tell Mr. Wilson and Mrs. Grey that you're with me for the Claremont Tour, then we'll get started!"

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Salvo

 

"Woah."

 

The students descended from the ceiling in their transparent glass elevator and a bird's eye view of the entire atrium was revealed to them. Nicole adjusted the frame of her glasses to get a better look. Mouth slightly agape, her eyes flicked from one item to item. An unassuming disc studded with rubies and diamonds sat behind a glass case as a trio of scientists wrote notes on their clipboards. She could see a silver rod, as thin and long as a person's arm, discharge a brilliant white light that sent the the bars seen in a testing monitor fluctuating wildly. Several metal crates with X marks painted on their sides were stacked on a wagon bed, floating on what looked to be a quartet of repulsor engines. A woman, blindfolded, walked a simple maze as if she were using her eyes while several of her peers observed.

 

"Yeah, like that over there." Nicole pointed out to Pan and Veronica. Near the elevator shaft, an oil painting shifted in time to an mechanical metronome, showing scenes of what looked to be the Western Front of World War 1. "Look at the signature and the timestamp. Elinor Travere's works have always been unveiled in batches. The 1883 series was her smallest and most unusual ever." Nicole pursed her mouth, silent for a moment as her brows furrowed in thought. "Sorry, they are somewhat popular among arcane collectors for having predicted events after Travere's death. and all but one of the paintings were accounted for. Except this is the last one?"

 

The elevator stopped and they were deposited to the security booth.

 

"Nicole Whitfield-Hall," Nicole stated as she drove to the security booth.

 

"Good afternoon, Miss. I hope you enjoy the tour," said Mrs. Gray as she handed Nicole an ID pass, turning to give another to the next student in line.

 

Then Nicole was on the other side, her eyes already glued to the nearest contraption. What looked to be a bio-organic metal. It shifted in its glass case, creating spheres and ink blots and other less defined forms as a scientist fiddled with a program on a nearby desktop, occasionally looking up to observe the shifting metal. He glanced as Nicole passed by but returned to his work without a word exchanged.

 

"How would it respond to different stimuli?" Nicole wondered aloud, loud enough for the nearest student to hear. "The differences in practices between the Danger facilities and Archetech are huge. We'd segregate the scientists and engineers into different teams to tackle different problems in a segregated approach, but everyone mingles so freely here. It's familiar but different enough I can tell this isn't Archetech even without the Danger brand everywhere."

 

She pointed to the bio-organic metal. "I recognize an alien substance any day. I've seen several come for testing at the Freedom City labs but I haven't taken an active part in them unless they involved exotic energies. Honestly, tests sometimes devolve into zapping the subject repeatedly to see what happens. Depending on what race or its satellite races that thing came from, if you spray pink neon over it, it'd either explode like a ten-pound bag of C4s or emit the best bubblegum perfume you'd ever smell. We still don't know how to differentiate the two."

Edited by Zeitgeist Blue

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