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Location: Omega Side Recon Team (Facility Interior)

|| OOC: Just moving Kerri, Cam, Charlie and Farren away from the rest of the ruckus, will edit their post order into the etherpad. I'll just come back around to Charlie, have Cam next, then Kerri, then Farren again. One of you feel free to have them run into something, my brain's kinda fried so I'm not confident I'll come up with something interesting for them to deal with. lol ||

Farren fell silent as she awaited the general consensus to her idea about piecing a recon team together. She was fairly certain it wouldn't be shot down but in the event the superiors felt it a bad idea, she waited nonetheless. When no red light was issued, however, she assumed the plan was a go. It even seemed she'd managed to lure in more than a bite or two. Charlie, Kerrigan and Cam had all volunteered to split off from the main core of the group in order to further investigate the facility.

It was definitely a team she had a reasonable amount of confidence in. Cam had proven himself competent on the field just prior to creating the team and the results he'd put out had been more than satisfactory. As such, she was definitely assured he wouldn't require babysitting. As for Kerrigan, she knew the fiery red head had a bite equal if not greater than her bark. She was a force to be reckoned with in her own right and was one of the more seasoned team members to boot. Lastly, there was Charlie, who, while he tended to come off as a goof, was capable of being serious when the situation called for it.

All three working together in conjunction were probably more than capable on their own, but Farren felt her ability would help to round the composition out and decided to accompany the three. She was easily a better meat shield than Kerri or Charlie simply because of her mutation in the event they accidentally ran into another sentinel or worse. Taking someone along who was able to take a few stronger than average hits probably wouldn't be a bad idea.

She didn't miss the fact that Charlie seemed to lack his usual luster, something Farren suspected might have to do with the fact his bro for life happened to be absent. Perhaps without Christian, Charlie truly was lost. Oh the tragedy. Hopefully it wasn't severe enough to affect his performance or focus during the mission. The last thing they needed was one somber attitude jeopardizing the entirety of their mission. Farren, though, for one, trusted that the probability manipulator would be able to keep himself in check and out of trouble.

"I can definitely," Farren assured Cam with a confident 'thumbs up', "be of service to you in that department. Never know when you might need a good old decoy that can take a hit or two or divert the hounds from the trail they're actually wanting to follow."

Farren waited as the others split off into their own respective groups and roles before finalizing the semblance of their small squad. There was another group that had split off to assist and locate prisoners along with the group that had chosen to remain to fight the sentinels. And then there was her group, the recon team. "Alright, Aero, Lucky, Knoxx and myself will round out the recon team: I'll accompany them just in case we run into something unexpected that hits particularly hard. We'll keep an eye out for prisoners potentially left behind as well as any possible ways to deter further sentinel reinforcements while keeping on the down low."

Naturally she didn't miss the mother hen Texan's concern aired over the comms, nor did she miss the opportunity to tease him for it. She was quick to flash him a smirk as she responded, "Don't you worry about us too much now, toots. I think we can handle not making a scene, especially when half of you are going to help do so for us by staying here. And will do, we'll let you know if we find anything and update every so often even if we come up empty handed."

Communication was key to success and she intended to remain in contact with the core group for sure. There was always the possibility they would require more assistance with the sentinels, in which case, she might have to break off from the recon group to rendezvous and assist. She'd always found it was best to remain flexible in unpredictable circumstances, whether it was the game of life or a simple boxing match.

"Right then," she turned to acknowledge Cam, Kerri and Charlie with an amiable grin before making her way down an undisturbed corridor of the facility, "guess we should be on our way. I figure it goes without say but keep an eye out for potentially missed prisoners alongside gathering whatever intel we can on this place. Oh, and everyone's favourite line: expect the unexpected."

While her demeanor and tone were playful, she was every bit as serious and focused as her companions. At the same time, she didn't want to come off as overly bossy or commandeering considering this was her first mission. Farren didn't mind taking the lead, but she realized such a privilege (or burden, depending how one looked at it) was generally one that had to be earned. Either way, though, she wasn't about to get caught with her hand in the cookie jar in a place as perilous as the lair of the creators of the robots designed with the sole purpose of destroying her very own kind.

XX【 】Name: Alexander "Lex" Magnus
XX【 】Codename: Wraith
XX【 】Team Affiliation: Alpha
XX【 】Location: Sentinel Outpost
XX【 】With: Siege, Jedi, Playboy
XX【 】Actions: Dodged like mad multiple times, grabbed Siege and ran down nearest human-sized hallway for refuge. Took up a defensive position with Siege's weapon.

Upon entering the facility, Wraith had to change his tactics. He had put up a dappled filter for them, hoping that it would make them less obvious to the machines. Without the obvious shape of four humanoids, perhaps their systems would be less likely to hone in on their location. Wraith had a ‘hole’ in his shadows right by his face, allowing him to keep up but stare intently at the building around them. His initial thought was to find weak points in the facility. He changed his mind when he began to feel the strain on his abilities. He had been using his shadows extensively for a long time now. Long enough to feel fatigue. He could keep this up for a bit, but anything more strenuous would push him to the limit. So he began to pay very close attention to what was happening below. He saw the assembly line and was taking mental note of where gaps were within the machines. His constructs may not be able to pierce the outer armor of these things- but he could ‘feel’ shadows. Gaps in the infrastructure of the sentinels could be made to serve his abilities. Thus, he needed to pay attention. Sure, he could figure it out mid-fight, but that would take time. Knowing where to look would shave much-needed time off his reactions. It was all he could think of to do because there was something on the edge of his mind. A storm on the outermost limits of his cognition. The realization that he was in over his head. That he was not like his hero. It was held at bay as long as he had hope to be the monster he wanted to be. That was what he used to support his façade of the cold and seasoned fighter. He hid his fear behind bravado and mock confidence. Playboy commented softly that the sentinels had not reacted to them yet- likely they did not recognize the team’s infiltration yet.

Then came the bone-chilling voice again. The voice of a mechanical monster designed to capture or destroy mutants. As one, the team turned to look, Wraith with disbelief mirrored on his companions’ faces. Being intelligence-focused, the words did more than stun Wraith. He heard the mention of an upload. Earlier, the sentinel outside had identified him through their database. If they had files on them, it only would make sense to pull up files pertinent for the current hunt. Then far more than Wraith had feared occurred. It wasn’t the one from outside. It was that one . . . and others already inside. The synchronized goose-step of the machines began their march towards their location. At that point, Wraith dropped the illusion. No use in camouflage when they were already made. When the phrase ‘Resistance is futile’ came to their ears, Wraith was awash with fear. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. They could not escape the way they came, and now that they were discovered, going further in only increased the danger. Playboy screamed to move, and in that moment, Wraith did not argue. He turned and began to move. Unfortunately, the movement was not in a straight line. The building itself was swaying from the assault of both vibration and attack. Using his parkour training, Wraith easily managed to move around and keep himself upright. That was of little comfort. At best, he was able to get a grazing blow from the blast sent at them. Enough to singe some clothing, but no real damage. It was terrifying to him, but Wraith was determined not to cry out. Gritting his teeth, he saw their situation sour by the millisecond.

This was the time where Jedi chose to try a new tactic. He was trying to use gravitational force on plasma blasts? For a moment, Wraith thought to chide him for that kind of power. That was absurd amounts of gravity- at least he thought it was. The Sentinel behind them began to line up another burst of shots. Sure enough, it fired without hesitation . . . right into the wall of a gravitational field. Jedi began to skid toward his target slightly. The pull was intense! Wraith found he had to adjust his footing to keep himself grounded. He was last in line before this strike, and thus the closest to the bubble. Gravity felt diagonal now. If he stood up straight, he’d fall over and slide toward his doom. Instead, he treated the ground like a rock wall, and scrambled not unlike a bug away from the epicenter. He moved past Jedi with ease. With all his time spent climbing and leaping about this was not difficult. The gravity user sardonically suggested they run as if that wasn’t the primary thought in all their minds. When those blasts reached back at the sentinel, they should do some damage. Those would not be alone. Siege seemed to lose his composure a bit as well. The only one of the three companions Wraith felt he knew made it a short distance before dropping his weapon and enacting his abilities. Twin cannons where arms used to be took quick aim and fired. Twin blasts fired closer than was comfortable to Wraith, and he did not want to consider what the additional gravitational pull might do to their destructive capability. It was undoubtedly going to do something magnificent to that pile of circuits and fear.

Siege turned to run, but the energy cost was too damn high. He collapsed with an expletive and Wraith stopped thinking. The world faded away, nothing mattered but moving forward at full-speed. That and not leaving his friend behind. As Siege struggled to rise, his chest became enveloped in what felt like cloth. Black as could be, and lifting him like a hoist. Wraith dove under one of the cannon arms, grabbing the discarded gun with his right hand. Wrapping his left arm around siege, he took advantage of a little trick. His shadows were as strong as he was. If he and his shadows both lifted the same thing, the strain was not as bad. It was still him lifting up a person, but with double his strength. That little loophole gave him the strength to pull Siege along, letting him help as much as possible as Wraith all but dragged him forward. They needed to break line of sight. They needed to move into smaller corridors. Ignoring the danger that Jedi was enduring, or the strategic moves of Playboy, the shadow user felt the strain as his abilities threatened to give out. Siege was winded, to say the least, and wraith needed a moment to try and catch his shadowed breath. The two ran forward as fast as possible and ducked into the first hallway he could find that was human-sized. The door remained open behind them, but this place was a maze. He dared not go too far into the compound. As much as he hated that shelter was needed, Wraith understood the painful truth. He was useless.

His anger at that final acknowledgment was so complete he could barely contain it. Wrath would not help him now. He needed a moment, and the best thing he could do was allow Siege a moment of respite. The building still rocked and vibrated with the sound of footsteps. Each boot large enough to squash any one of them in an instant. In these close quarters, they would not be easy prey for those towering full-sized monsters. The smaller models were still a danger, but one that could be managed. After turning into the hallway, Wraith again turned into the first turn-off and set his companion down sitting against the wall. The final few inches were a sharper drop than he would have wished as his shadows finally gave way. Wraith took a knee in front of his friend and kept a vigil on the hallway. More were coming, and he had to keep an eye out. “Take a moment. You need it, and we will need you.” Wraith couldn’t bring himself to say how terrified he was, or how much he needed Siege personally. The cannon-armed mutant was quite literally a big gun for the team and more importantly one of only two of the entire complement of mutants that Wraith knew. He grabbed the weapon in a more combat-ready orientation and tried to hold steady. This was no simulation. He was no Magneto. The weapon felt cold and dispassionate in his hands, but it was all he had for now. Siege would have a rest, for as long as he could stand or until Wraith couldn’t protect him any longer. He was very careful to keep his back to Siege to keep from seeing the fear in his eyes . . . or the self-loathing.

There were a few who thought his idea was a tad insane, which initially in form on how he presented it, they had every right to assume. There were others who were seemingly on board with it. Of course, while he was thinking with reckless, but quick ambitions, he was far from the idea of just letting the super strong male before him just go in all gung-ho. He had an idea and the time gap for it may have been fading away fast as he noticed the fog beginning to fade away. As if feeling pressure upon pulling down on an object, he brought a hand forth to do just that: Pull down on the fog itself, the water molecules within it keeping it a bay for a few seconds before they themselves began forming into the liquid of which he most commonly used. As long as everyone was entirely on board, he could formulate how to go about it, which of course, needed time in the small frame of which they were already given.

"I am aware," he stated in regards to Vega's concerns. "Of what his limitations and strengths are to a degree. He's strong, but not durable. I am making up for the durability. Focus on the distractions.."

It might have appeared partially blunt, but that was only because already,
he was straining himself mentally when trying to associate with more than one pattern of thought and concentration as a result. As long as the distractions kept coming, for the Mini-Sentinel's sake, he could devote energy into making sure that they got out of this alive. Hopefully, anyways...

He focused on nothing more than the water itself, how it began to draw down from the skies, parts of the ground and others places even. It was all gathering towards him and as a result, it's destination path, the water forming like a funnel underneath Lachlan, the flow within it beginning to lift him off the ground itself lightly, but if the farm boy were to essentially place pressure down on the flow itself as most likely he probably was being taken aback that it was making him rise off the ground, he would feel a flat surface.
It was rocking, but flat all the same. When Siren screamed, he had gotten thrown off just a little that might have sent the male for a ride, but his concentration returned as the water itself began to enclose around Rectify's body. It had yet to drench his body with the liquid just yet however as there was a reason.

"Hold your breath," he said through the comms as more than likely, the male encased by the flow of water would have just probably heard Marcel talk in garbled distortions on the other side. When he was certain the male had done so, the water began to properly enclose around him, a soft pressure of water to counter the harsh water turning around outside of him as inwardly, Marcel kept him bobbing. Buoyancy, to say the least, the male measuring out his body's density with the pressure of the water itself. By now, the African-American had begun to use both of his hands as a form of direction in order to maintain the soft bubble of water that kept Lachlan from being popped and crushed by the harsher outer layer and the vortex underneath them all itself, which would launch him when the time was right. The last was keeping him moving up and down to provide elasticity for this improvisation of a catapult. Four things of which presented a strain had only intensified when Marcel added the fifth component: Making the vortex whirl faster and tighter as he had only a few seconds to keep Rectify submerged under the water before he ran out of breath, all of this while making the top of the water now being to spin like a drill as well. No pressure, right? His breathing seemingly intensified the more and more he concentrated on such a strain, sweat beginning to form.

"I'm sending you directly for the central core itself,"he said behind partially heavy breaths. "From what I did before, it's body hasn't fully recovered just yet. Maybe the blunt force of you rushing through should do the final job, or..help to rid it's body of that core entirely..."

The most powerful distraction had come in the form of a command before the result itself. A crimson ray of energy surged through the air as it hit the Sentinel right against the side of it's frame and it was then and there, while it was clearly distracted to find the source of the perpetrator, that Marcel knew the time to let go was now. If he held on to it, the pain he was beginning to feel in his chest that was causing him to heave just a little, would have probably gotten worse and blacking out might have been a possibility. The Vortex underneath had finally popped, like a geyser, jutting the Strong Mutant outwards. He only had to curve the trajectory slightly due to the sudden interruption of the Optic Beam, but the relief was that now, he didn't have to hold on to the lower vortex any further. He could utilize most of his energy now to hopefully make a solid impact.

The drill above would seek to not hit the Mini-Sentinel directly in the center,
but it's damaged chest entirely as a whole so that way, Marcel could not stress over being too specific. When the said drill would make contact with that area, after it's pressure had done all it could to dent that frame, he allowed the water to stick to the frame itself as the final blow would come in the very reason he kept Rectify bouncing up and down inside. The soft barrier of water around him would pop and he himself would collectively rupture outward, the water operating like a pile bunker: The harsh pressurized water serving nothing more than to be the driving force that caused the Hammer itself to launch through with powerful force. Lachlan was the hammer, clearly and as Marcel said before, he would cover for the lack of the male not being overly durable.

That had come in the form of the water drill denting the frame and sticking to the body as a result, which also contained the farm boy within. With the final draw back, Marcel minimized the damage he might have taken had he just launched him entirely all the way from where he started. As a result, when this "hammer" to this "pile bunker" came crashing down, hopefully, the purpose would serve it's function for the "hammer" to tear through the "walls." He could finally take a deep breath and slowly begin to recover from having to concentrate on numerous things back to back.

▓ At this Location: Sentinel Facility ▓ Thinking About: Slow and steady ▓ While on Team: Omega (Recon) ▓




Cam smirked under his face mask as the team got a chuckle at his joke. Looks like he wouldn't have to worry about anyone being too thin skinned... on his team at least.

Knoxx offered herself and Lucky to be meat shields and Fracture also obliging. He knew of Farren's abilities, he wasn't sure about the other two. "Please don't get hurt on my account though, I don't know how squishy you two might be." Cam said, slightly concerned over the comms to them. He didn't want any unnecessary injuries on his account. It was more so a joke for meat shields.

Kerrigan motioned for him to follow along behind them on the way to the facility. Walking his way to fall in line behind her, the other two. He ejected the magazine of his rifle, counted how many rounds were left. 17 for this magazine. Five more magazines. 167 rifle rounds, 48 for his pistol.

Finally on their heels, Cam finished the last of his pat down to ensure he was good to go. "If you don't mind, I'd like to be towards the front. I know the irony of being squishy, but I've got some experience under my belt in that field." He stepped his way to the front of the file. Cissa and the others already inside continuing the fight.

He pulled out some watermelon flavored Hubba Bubba® and popped one in his mouth. He held the pack out to the other three before they started their recon. "Helps me stay calm and eases the tension."

Putting the pack back, he made his way in, Aftershock making work of the sentinel line, they toppled, giving the recon team plenty of time to make it to one of the doors in the room that led out. The door he lead to wasn't marked, it seemed the sentinels didn't really need to label paths given their hive mind.

Oddly enough, the door slid opened at their presence. Poking his head in, there weren't any sentinels at least. A camera and sensor of some sort at the end of the hall. Leveling his rifle, he squeezed the trigger and put a hole through it. The hall had two paths at the end. One lead to a door, and the other led to a small opening with two other doors.

"Apparently the X-men have a history here. Anyone have an idea on which way to go?" He asked the others. Taking point was one thing, but not having any idea of the floor plan kind of made the decision making a bit difficult. " He took out some electrical tape , tore it and placed it on the floor as a marker in the event they needed to make a quick exit, or if they saved anyone and gave them a path back to the others.

(OOC: Not sure of any plans or ideas for the floor layout, so I didn't want to progress it without any permission or anything. If I need to change something let me know. Sorry for the short post.)

Roland Anton Chevalier
Location: Sentinel Facility
Thoughts: Fighting to survive

The brute made his way through the fire and flames of the battlefield, making it inside the Sentinel facility. God knows what he was going to find in here, but he was going to do what he could to get as many people out as possible. His chest still throbbed as he did his best to make sure the bleeding was stopped. Fortunately he had skin-tight armor covering him head to toe, that had the fun little trick of repairing itself. He could feel it stitching itself back together, the small amount of damage would be patched up in a matter of moments. He’d never really seen the extent of his armor’s capabilities when it came to this type of self-repair, but he had a feeling that were he to sustain heavy damage it would be able to rebuild itself in due time.

All said though, he preferred not to get hit.

Making his way inside, he found Daylia and Aren assisting one of the prisoners. He heard the woman recoil a bit in fear, realizing that maybe a large humanoid covered in metal may not be the best looking thing to see as a savior at the moment. He figured it would be best to give any other prisoners a more human look. Letting his facial plate slide away, he looked inside to give the prisoner a look at his mug. “I ain’t very pretty, but I am certainly not one of those monstrosities.” he offered to her, trying to give her some levity given the circumstances. Aren informed him that this was the only person they’d found so far. Looking around, he offered the possibility of being helpful, trying to find a way to pry the door open. When that didn’t pan out, he listened to Aren refer to the fact that even when he was 12 feet tall he wasn’t able to get the door open.

He offered a reply with a shrug, “Worth a shot right?”

Soon enough, Daylia and the prisoner went through the door. It was remarkable to see her ability at work. He offered a kind wave to the girl, as she voiced her desire to help the others that were apparently trapped. Aren called it in, warning the others not to let their tendencies get out of hand. Last thing they needed was a report on god knows how many people killed because they were trapped inside. Looking to an unopened door, he made his way towards it. Daylia looked to the two of them in determining whether or not it’d be a good idea for their newest party member to join in. “I get the concern, but it might be a bigger risk to let her run out with all the fighting going on outside. That then takes one of us out of the equation here, where there might be people who need help.” his armored hands were applying some pressure to the door, hoping that it wasn’t as sturdy as the other one. The risk of something going wrong, with her apparent powers, was a valid concern. But removing two potentially able-bodied people to go into a massive firefight might’ve been the bigger risk. Motioning for the rest of them to step back, he braced himself as he started to kick on the door. He felt it give a bit, his kicks definitely being stronger than your average humans. God knows how the hell they designed these things, but he knew it was gonna take a hell of a lot of force to get through the door. He continued to kick, the heel of his foot hammering into the side. At one point he heard what might have been a bone in his foot breaking, but it didn’t deter him. If there were others trapped, he was going to break more bones than that just to get them out. When he felt more give in the door, he switched to his shoulder. The whole time cursing under his breath in all four languages he was fluent in. Focusing for a moment, he felt his left shoulder and side thicken a bit as he let extra plating form over. Bracing himself one more time, he ran in a dead sprint into the door. The metal bent and finally gave way as he tumbled face first into the other room. Looking up his jaw nearly dropped at what he saw before him.

People, well over a dozen, in cages. Like animals.

There were cries of terror, fear emanated from in the room. But he stood up, raising his hands, wincing a bit as his left arm went up towards the crowd. “My name is Roland, I’m with the X-Men. We’re here to get you guys out of here.” he said to them. Motioning for the others to follow, he grabbed his communicator and called it in.

“This is Paladin, I’m with Chameleon and Measure. We’ve just found at least a dozen more captives. We’re gonna get them out of here. We’re gonna need some cover to get them to the jet.”

Looking to the cage doors, he considered how best to open them without being extremely violent. The last thing these guys needed to see was an angry brute struggling to get them free. Concentrating once more, the rod came back into his hands, the flat end finding purchase in a groove between the door and the wall. With some grunting, and a carefully placed foot on the wall, he managed to get the first cage door open. There were three people inside, each looking at him with a dumbfounded expression. He waved his arms, and they soon came flying out of the now open door.

Looking down at the rest of the room, he wondered just how many more people were trapped.

OOC: Lemme know about any problems!

---------------------Eden Rhodes___________________________
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The bubbly brunette with an aptitude for heights didn’t show much apprehension as they landed and unloaded at the facility. It wasn’t until the sentinels started showing up that the sinking feeling found her stomach. Even more so when she met up with her friend, only to find out their teammates wanted to throw him at the intimidating robot. She didn’t know exactly how tough Rectify was, tougher than her at least. He was still breathing after taking the sentinel’s energy blast head on, but watching him knelt on the ground, trying to recover from the blow, it was clear that he couldn’t take many more hits like that - if any.

Allegra’s apologetic glance only elicited an amiable smile from the upbeat flier. It wasn’t the telekinetic’s fault that he had been hurt, and from the looks of it he would live. So there was really no reason for her to feel bad. Eden gave the girl a small hug before floating higher into the air above her teammates.

To her defense of her super strengthed friend, Tsunami assured her that he would help keep Rectify safe. She gave the hydrokinetic an appreciative smile, and while she was still a little worried for her friend, it did ease her mind to know that their other teammates were doing what they could to protect him. The gentle natured farm boy shrugged off everyone’s concern for him, and Eden realized the best thing she could do was help with the plan in any way she could. And it seemed the best thing she could do was provide a distraction and give Rectify an opening to slam into the machine.

They needed to get into the facility to help the rest of their team, hearing the loud, booming voice of the sentinel that their teammates were facing only instilled the sense of urgency. She and Siren weaved around in front of the mechanical menace. The sound manipulator gave the sentinel what Eden equated to a slap in the face with her sound waves to get its attention, while Eden fluttered in and out dangerously close but quick and agile enough to evade it.

Hearing Flairer’s warning to get away from the sentinel had Eden instinctively scanning for the reason. She saw the crimson red beam just in time to spin out of the way as it slammed into the sentinel’s side. Quickly she checked to see where Rectify was, and the big, dumb robot must’ve flailed its arm as it was knocked back by Cyclops’s concussion blast.

The next thing she knew, she was skidding across the ground. A squeak escaped her as she was swatted out of the sky like a fly.

It knocked the air out of her and she couldn’t find her bearings to stop herself. When he form finally slid to a stop, she took a moment to find her breath again. She started to pick herself up off of the ground, only to suddenly collapse again as she grabbed for the sharp pain in her side with a gasp, "Aagh!"


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▓ At this Location: In the Sentinel Facility ▓ Thinking About: I don't want to get shot again ▓ While on Team: Omega - Recon ▓


As Cameron waited for suggestions about which door to take, Knox had informed him that they were as far from squishy as one could get. It wasn't necessarily what he implied. More so that if they got hit, it wouldn't bounce off as easily as say Fracture's abilities would.

After Knoxx and Lucky turned down the gum, Cam shifted the gesture to Fracture. Moments after, he pocketed it quickly as Lucky answered his question for them. Door number one. Which quickly turned into the wrong answer. Beams fired away and he quickly came running out, dodging and ducking to safety.

Knoxx had given both him and Fracture a push in the direction of door number two. Lucky had reached the door since he already had his running start. With it open, Knoxx covered their backs as they scrambled for the door.

When Cam reached the door, he turned heel, knelt down and leveled his rifle as Knoxx grounded the sentinel. Impressive. Flesh Bags: 1, Tin Cans: 0. As the redhead sprinted her way through the door and passed Cam, he fired three rounds center mass of the sentinel. Two of which penetrated, the other leaving nothing more than a dent in what was probably the thicker of their plating. He shifted his aim up and fired three more rounds into the head of the sentinel.

It's forward moment kept it going as it's functions ceased and it fell to the ground, sliding a few more feet towards them. The whirring of it's components ceased and the hallway fell eerily silent.

"So, you, me, Vegas next chance we get". Aero said to Lucky with a slight grin on his face. "And you, I could use a good sparring partner". He said to Knoxx, shifting his gaze and grin to the red head.

"We have door 3 right over there too. No doubt any door we take will lead us to trouble. At the same time, I think these hallways might be too narrow for the four of us, one of us is bound to get hit if we stay bottle necked like this. Cam has been shot before, and it was not fun. Last thing he wanted to do was to be able to describe the difference between a bullet and some form of sci-fi laser blast.

"If you don't mind the suggestion, The oxygen manipulator looked back to the veteran Omega. "I would suggest we split into two teams of two. Map out as far as we can, and in say... 15 minutes we turn back and rendezvous near the entrance to map out what we find?"

He waited patiently, chewing his bubble gum and blowing a bubble for Knoxx's response.

(OOC: If I miss anything, or you would like me to change something, let me know)