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 Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 4:40 am
 Location: Omega Side Recon Team (Facility Interior)
|| OOC: Short post is short, lemme know if I missed anything. ||
It didn't take long for the small group of four to separate themselves from the bulk of the herd and begin their small investigation of the base. Likewise, it didn't take long for Lucky to cross paths with danger, the irony of doing so when considering his code name was not lost upon her and even caused the petite brunette to chuckle at his expense. Naturally he would choose the door with the sentinel behind it despite the fact he was supposedly Lucky.
"I think," Farren uttered with a smirk as Cam was about to put away the pack of gum he'd offered, "I'll take you up on one of those hubba bubbas now if you don't mind."
Charlie had taken it upon himself to decide which door between the three options they were going to open and almost as soon as he had, came bolting out of the room he'd so boldly charged into. At least, as he ran, he'd been courteous enough to enlighten them to the fact that there had been a change of plans, again, causing the kinetic absorptionist to chuckle as she turned to prepare to face the threat following behind their whimsical teammate. At least, for now, it seemed he'd brightened up a bit.
It didn't take long for Knoxx to take charge, corralling both her and Aero toward the second door Lucky was headed toward. While the situation had definitely turned more serious, she couldn't help but mutter playfully to Aero as the two of them were herded toward the second door, "We're really going to let him choose the second door after this is what he got us out of the first?"
In reality, there wasn't really time to argue and she really didn't possess the intention to do so in the first place. She was merely observing with some humour in order to keep the mood somewhat light. Of course, others could easily mistake her humour in such a situation as not taking their predicament seriously though that was about as far from the truth as one could get when it came to Farren. She took every opponent seriously, no matter how outclassed they might seem in comparison. Judging books by their cover was never wise when doing battle.
Kerrigan skillfully dispatched the sentinel long enough to provide them time to make it to the end of the hall, meanwhile Cam had positioned himself in order to provide the red head with some cover fire. His shot wound up being a direct hit to what would have formerly been the sentinel's face and Farren nodded silently in approval. It was always nice to have some competent team mates that knew how to work together in the heat of the moment. "Nice team work, you two," she praised with a smile before turning to see what Lucky found behind door number two.
It was then that Cam suggested splitting their small group even further to cover the ground they had twice as fast. Again, she nodded in silent agreement as Aero noted the halls were rather narrow for the four of them. The most appealing part about the option of splitting up, however, in Farren's mind, was the extra ground they would cover. More chances to come across captives or possible intel for the bulk of the team they'd left behind.
"Sounds fine," the brunette offered her two cents, "to me. Aero and I can take one door and Lucky and Knoxx can take the other?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 12:23 pm
Aʆєxaηdra Ӎaʀiʆèηє AgηèȿCodename:Flairer ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ (()) Alex watched Marcel slowly work on getting Lachlan in a floating water bubble. At least, that was what it looked like to her. Admittedly, it was a bit of a marvel to watch. How in the world Lachlan was able to survive in there or how Marcel easily moved all the water like that was a feat to say the least. Once all the preparation looked to be done (there could have been more for all she knew), Marcel threw the Lachlan water bubble at the Sentinel.
Luckily, the water bubble hit the place where Marcel intended before the Sentinel reacted to the Cyclops’ beam hitting it. Unfortunately, before she could see how Lachlan was doing or if the plan had worked, her eyes widened. “Vega!” She called Eden’s codename as Eden crashed to the ground and skidded across the dirt. Alex glanced about quickly before rushing over to Eden. Not like she was currently preoccupied doing much.
Alex crouched down beside Eden and frowned. “I would ask if you are alright, but…I can only imagine that had to hurt.” She glanced over Eden, trying to see if there was any bleeding or anything obviously indicting an injury. Eden did look to be in pain and Alex noticed the way Eden had her hands against her side. “Is your side bothering you? Do you think you can move?” She hadn’t noticed Eden’s attempt to stand up, let alone sit up. “I can help you get back to the jet if need be.”
Hopefully, she would be able to get Eden back there on her own and that the Sentinel would remain distracted. She better start praying. ❃❂❁❀✿✾✽✼✻✺✹✸✷ ✶✵✴❄❅❆❇❈❉❊❋❖❤❥❦❧ ☀ "We will drink our fill of Alpha
Then, of golden sunshine that spills into Alpha side of the fight
Till our brains intertwine with Aurelie, Marcel, Lachlan, Colin, Finn, Eden, and Bella"
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2018 5:22 pm
  XX【 】 Name: Alexander "Lex" Magnus XX【 】 Codename: Wraith XX【 】 Team Affiliation: Alpha XX【 】 Location: Sentinel Outpost XX【 】 With: Siege XX【 】 Actions: Wrestled with his own inadequacy Keeping a guard on Siege was not difficult. The ballistic mutant was in no condition to fight, even if he wanted to. That was the whole point. They needed a few moments to regather themselves. Rather than offer resistance, Siege gave him a few pointers on how to use the firearm he know held in his hands. With each point, Wraith nodded in recognition. The tone was not condescending, nor was it insulting. Siege continued to talk about how to fire the weapon effectively. All he knew was from the sparse training that was offered in the institute and then Alkali. By no means was that comprehensive. Instead, he knew enough to not hurt himself immediately. He generally didn't watch too many military programs or video games. He prefered something more cerebral. For a moment, he meant to create a shadow bolster to absorb the kickback from this weapon- but he almost immediately dismissed the point. His powers needed time just like the one he brought here. Taking the moment to look down the barrel of his weapon, he remembered as best as he could to aim down and left. It was a practical move. At that moment, the ground thudded with heavy footfalls, likely from one of the massive Sentinels. It was far too large to come in here, making the area at least moderately safe for the moment. Their detection systems may have trouble going through the walls. Better for them, perhaps. Still it gnawed at Wraith’s ego and heart that he did it again. He ran. Siege offered to shoot anything that looked like a machine, and the advice was a bit gung-ho . . . though accurate. Wraith listened intently as the call went out to all but abandon them. The mission came first. It was both practical and sensible while being disheartening.
Siege asked about giving the machines some ‘hell,’ only to be met with eyes that were not battle hungry. His eyes were clouded over with negative emotions. With much of his face hidden behind the mask, some of his expression remained hidden. His voice, however, was clear despite the hollow effect of his facial appliance. “What hell? Don’t you see? We ran.” Wraith stopped to take a far more detailed look at the hallway he had fled down. There were regular doors along the hall, and simple numbered identifiers. “It seems like offices. This place was for people once. With any luck, that means they will be of little use to the sentinels. If we sit tight, we may be safe for a while. With your companions causing a major disruption, and the bulk of our forces attacking the surface, they may have more important things than two sitting mutants in a useless hallway.” The shadow mutant sat opposite his companion and sighed.
“It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I was supposed to be better.” He looked at the weapon in his hand with a forlorn expression. It made him sick to his stomach that his rage and power amounted to so little. Coming here, he had such dreams of being a hero. Of being among the spearhead that took down this sentinel outpost like the Gods of old. They were going to be an unstoppable force. Instead, the Omegas were holding their own, the Alphas were disjointed and fractured, and this attempt to inspire others to strike only led him to this. Running and hiding again. He didn’t want to run, but that was what he was best at. Sitting here, he couldn’t help but think of one Omega in particular. Oni. He needed to apologize to her. He needed to tell her she was right- he didn’t know anything about being a monster. Not like he wanted to be. Looking up, he saw the determination in Siege’s eyes and couldn’t help but ask the questions that grated his mind.
“What precisely do you think we could do? My powers are ineffective, and yours are exhausted. You are not in any shape to fight. I . . . I’d be worse than useless. A burden.” His voice broke slightly as he voiced his concerns. He was no hero. Delusions of grandeur collapsed around him as he was fully aware of his lot. His powers were psychological at best. Next, he was a great distraction. With powers that are suited for hiding and running, he was unable to do much. Not against machines designed to fight and kill them. The weapon he held was not insignificant, but it could not hold out permanently. Upon arrival, he wanted to call out to his hero with his actions, summon Magneto with a call to arms. Instead, he alienated himself from his ‘team,’ and ended up running again. The pain of that knowledge was a cold slap in the face. Now he sat in an unused hallway facing the only person he had any affinity for on his own forces, and asked incredulously precisely what was expected of a spent cannon and a tired runner.
  OOC: I'm sorry it is so short. I did not expect this path, and am at a loss of what to say here. That, and I haven't written in so long I am out of practice. sweatdrop
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2018 10:00 pm
Roland Anton Chevalier
Location: Sentinel Facility/Battlefield
Thoughts: Evac Roland damn near tore his shoulder out of his socket getting the door open, but with a few sharp kicks, and some heavy hitting, he finally tumbled into the holding areas. He could understand, and frankly, appreciate, the fear that came across their rescued prisoner when she came through the door. Being captive for so long, dealing with these metal monstrosities, the sight of anyone looking like they’re of a metal composition would incite fear. He wasn’t going to hold it against her in the slightest, in fact he did his best to accommodate that fear by removing the faceplate. He wanted her, and any other person who might recoil in fear, to see that there was a mutant before them and not some new model of Sentinel. They could see the pain in his eyes as he did everything they could to get them out. They could see his gritted teeth as he held back the rage in him for how they were treated. Getting into the room, their new friend came in telling the prisoners that they could trust them. Roland quickly made a rod with a flat end, using it to start prying the doors open. With some effort, he managed to get the cages open. With as kind a face he could make, he waved for the captives to get out. Most scrambled out as fast they could, their malnourished bodies not pushing them forward as the glimmer of survival was put before them. A few came out slowly, cautiously, as if this was merely a trick intended to give them false hope. Only one or two didn’t come out at all, their bodies too weak to even let them move, or worse they’d long since passed on from this plane of existence. One by one, he forced open the cells, getting as many as he could out and into some semblance of freedom. He went through and did a head count, 23 prisoners. 23 souls that he needed to get out of this hell. Age wasn’t a discriminatory factor for these machines, the captives ranged from small children to middle-aged adults. Turning to the entrance he broke down, he took in a deep breath. He finally faced the scared group of people that he, and his comrades, were going to get to safety. “We have a jet ready and waiting, but between here and there is a battlefield, it’s hell outside. Whoever is strong enough to do so, is going to need to help those too weak to move.” he turned back towards the group, scooping up a child that was on the verge of falling over, his gaunt features chilled the brute to the core. He could feel the boy’s ribs hit against his armor plating. “Let’s go, before this place’s security protocols kick in.”--- They made it out of the prison area without a hitch, but that kind of luck was not going to last for very long. The battle outside was still raging, and from what he saw there wasn’t a clear path in sight to get them back to the landing zone. Considering the options, he saw Iceman skating above them on a sheet of ice. Grabbing his comm, he dialed it in to his frequency. “Paladin to Iceman, I am at the entrance of the facility, I’ve got 23 jailbirds looking to fly the coop, and we need some help. Any chance you could lend a hand? he asked, his voice tinged with hope. He had no problem trying to get them out of there on his own, but any help he could get would be preferred. These people were scared out of their wits, so having an OG X-Man swoop in to help them out would be a good motivator. The icy voice crackled over his comm in response “Iceman to Paladin, I see you and your jailbirds. Be ready to move because I’m coming in icy hot!” the tension Roland felt waiting for an answer immediately went away, followed by a chuckle. “That pun was bad and you should feel bad Bobby.” he said to himself as he looked to his charges. Pointing up, he motioned for them to start following him as Iceman skated by them. Child in tow, Roland began to jog across the battlefield. Iceman was a literal overwatch for the group of survivors, freezing any drones that came their way mid-flight. They stopped a few times to brace for explosions, the detonations nearly knocking some of them over from the shockwave. But they were determined, quickly picking themselves up and continuing to move. Finally making it back to the landing site, he began a head count once more, leaving the child he carried with some of the adults. “... twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two… Wait, we’re one short.” he called out, looking out to the battlefield. His heart sank as he saw the 23rd prisoner, a little girl. She must have been shocked by the explosions and destruction, and got paralyzed by fear. He started to move, when he paused. Drones were circling her, practically toying with her like a cat with their meal. There was no way he was going to be able to fight them all at once, not with how he was right now. But he had to do something. Something incredibly stupid… Running quickly onto the X-Jet, he grabbed a medical kit. He knew these things were, like much of the equipment the X-Men worked with, top of the line. Meaning that inside there’d be a pack of epi-pens available. Perfect he thought to himself, grabbing several of them. “Stay here.” he said simply, proceeding to sprint out into the fray once more. He moved with purpose, his legs pounding across the ground with ferocity. He wasn’t going to let a single one of these people fall victim to these monstrosities, not a single one. So when they finally landed, preparing to execute the young girl, he tackled the first drone he could lay his hands on. It was like hitting a brick wall, his fists crying out in pain as he smashed into the metal. Even armored he wasn’t going to be walking away from all this unscathed. Throwing the machine towards the others, he took out an epi-pen, letting part of his armor shed from his thigh. The needle hit, with the synthesized adrenaline hitting his bloodstream. The moment it hit, everything around him died down, he could hear nothing else, not the gunfire, not the explosions, not the girl trembling in fear. All he could hear was his heartbeat. Letting his armor slide back over his face, he felt a surge of energy as he barreled towards the other drones. His teeth bared into a nasty snarl, the mask he wore was a nightmarish maw of fury as he ripped the drones limb from limb. Each machine he pulled apart, he felt the muscles in his body rip, the bones break, the tendons and ligaments tear apart, it was incredible. The pain that he felt, he ignored it as he ripped through these machines as best he could. He dismantled them with ease, his body being ripped apart, his heart beating erratically. He was on the verge of passing out, his vision becoming double, even triple as he continued to fight. It took another dose to bring his vision back to normal, and it gave him the energy he needed to get out of there. One more dose of this stuff and he was going to kill himself, his heart would give out if he continued like this. Of course if that wasn’t going to kill him, the fact that his body was so horribly broken he’d have died from the pain. Grabbing the child, he held her close as he barrelled across the battlefield, time moving slow as he pushed on. At this point he was held together by his armor, and even then that was a tenuous reality. He was on the verge of passing out, and he’d fall apart. Looking down at himself, he saw that blood was pouring from multiple wounds in his body. “Huh, so they got a few shots in…” he muttered, having finally gotten back to the landing site. He fell to his knees, letting the little girl go, she ran towards the others that were in safety. Smiling, his body slammed into the ground, as he slipped into unconsciousness, his armor unfurling, revealing the bloody and broken body that managed to keep fighting for even just a little longer, to save a life. Worth it he thought to himself. OOC: Lemme know about any issues that develop.
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2018 1:15 am
Name: Dimitri Otengam. Codename: Playboy. Location: Sentinel Facility Lava Form: Off  The once cooled later of rock levitated no more than 2 meters and became red instantly. Then was a hot mess everywhere; specifically the small human sized group of sentinels. Static emanated from different parts of their structure, with bells and whistles signaling Their programming was in deep,deep trouble. The blast possessed Dimitri's base temperature output. However lava began to rapidly move like slime on the robots upper body and break them down until all there was left was their shins. Being offline had its benefits, Dimitri hoped they'd stay offline.
Panting came from the other side of Allegra's comm as Playboy ran to another form of cover close to Jedi; enduring the vibrations of The ground. "The sentinel we took down...repaired itself and woke up the entire buil-s**t!"
Another beam flew at the cover he was behind towards the wall, leaving miniature cracks and pieces falling on the floor. He went back to Allegra. "The smaller ones don't seem capable of doing that. I see some hallways but i have no idea where they lead."
Molten energy formed in his palm and Playboy tossing 2 more blind mag-frags over the shipping crate slightly taller than him in width. He crouched and peeked around the corner.
"Jedi's right, we got to conserve from here on out." Even at the lowest output of temperature the immense heat of the liquid was quickly tearing apart their machinery before it was severed. No way was he gassing out, especially in the first round.
Dimitri clicked on his comm. "Go for it! We got your back!" Maybe its own missles will mess with its ability to self repair.
"Wait didn't he just say..."
Dimitri took in a breath and flew out of cover. engaging with the nearest mini sents one by one from above. Molten and energy blasts were being exchanged in the air with Playboy slowly pushing his way towards the victory of the exchanges. That's when a painful cry was heard.
Dimitri looked below. "Siege! You-"
Afterwards his body began to move on its own. He felt an unfamiliar force grab on his body slightly and began to drag him towards the source of the pull. The other mini sentinels who had their focus on Dimitri began to get dragged too. "s**t, s**t..."
The Alpha had seemed to forget about the effects of the gravitational pull, showing no bias even for its master. Playboy went from offense to evasive mode, putting more gas behind his thrusters to fly away. In the process of the aerial fight he was closer to the pull and he saw the newbie use his shadows to pick up Siege and book it despite the vibrations towards a corridor. It was good work on the shadow bender, but Dimitri had zero idea on what lurked in those hallways, nor did the other two impaired Alphas. They had to regroup.
The pull felt weaker once he found his way behind cover. His thrusters were off and Dimitri mustered slight effort to go to Jedi's comm. "Skip the hero s**t Jedi, Siege is hurt with Wraith we have to go!" Their attention had to be switched to their group, despite the heavy damage J's gravity pull was causing. "We're not done yet, come on follow me!"
Dimitri's hand turned red as he sprinted out of cover to the hallway Siege and Wraith went in. He unleashed a volley of lava projectiles from before at the small robots with the intention of 'suppression fire. The vibrations would make his shots inaccurate but if things went as Dimitri tried to plan, then with the robots focusing on him and the Omega Sentinel focusing on his self repairs, hopefully August would have some trouble waxed off of his back. Upon reaching the entrance he gestured to August. "C'mon C'mon C'mon!"
Once August was in, Dimitri aimed the center of his left palm at the floor and sent a horizontal stream of Lava between the bottom corners of the entrance. As he quickly lifted his arm up, the lava began to rise as well to conceal the entrance. Once it was at the top, Dimtri kept moving back inch by inch, pulling the lava and filling the perimeter of the corridor. And with a clench of fist and super cooled it into an igneous wall construct 3 meters thick. "Not as cute as Landslide's but it deserves a ribbon."
"They should be up ahead. Nice trick back there man." he told Jedi, assuming he was with him.
He looked over his shoulder before moving on, observing what was ahead of him. There were cubicle like rooms on his left and right, holding office work, computers, fax machines. The employees must have gotten the memo to evacuate hours ago. "Hm..."
Playboy pulse and adrenaline had a chance to climb back down to the levels they were comfortable at-somewhat. He began to catch his breaths and follow where the corridor was leading them and switched the channel on his comm to all of his members when he heard Siege. He shook his head at his update "Dammit..." It was too late now in terms of not following them but with him not being able to move and Wraith being low on fuel, the argument could be made that their firepower was down to two. "So much for conserving..."
"What about you Jedi how are you holding up?" At least he was able to walk but August was in the heat(no pun intended) before Dimtiri made his entrance. Was that last feat, though impressive took more energy than they thought?
"Ngh..." Dimitri tried to conceal the emotion on his face before he took off his glasses, rubbed the side of his head at the source of swelling and pain; seeing the texture of dried blood and sweat on his gloves.
Moments later, the two of them found themselves reunited with Wraith who was on his guard with an assault weapon and it's owner, injured Siege in the corner. Dimitri went around the corner rubbing his hand on his slacks and gave the side wall 2 raps. "Knock Knock..." Dimitri hadn't overheard their side conversation so he didn't add on it.
To answer their questions about who was behind them he shot a thumb behind his shoulder. "I put us up a barrier to give us some time."
He looked over to Wraith and then Siege. "Well at least you're not bleeding out in the base this time around right? Let's get this backpack off you yeah?" He approached him cautiously and made an attempt to remove Gabriel from his upper gear. Afterwards Dimitri asked "How does that feel?" The playboy was a welder before he was skilled in First Aid.
Dimitri's attention went to Wraith next, extending out a hand for a handshake offer.. "You did good. You got Siege out of a quick Jam." He couldn't read the rookie's mind but from the looks on his face it seemed like he was shook from how everything had turned out so far. One minute they were cleaning house, coming in guns blazing. The next, they were pulling back from the energy blasts blazing.
"Playboy to team." he broadcaster over his comm. "Jedi and I have rendezvous with Siege and Wraith. I still got more in the tank." He allowed Jedi to speak on the status of his condition, should he even choose to speak for it. "Just need to get a quick breather is all."
Dimitri walked back to the corridor temporarily. "I've sealed the entrance that we retreated in for the time being. Won't be hard to find."
Or maybe it will with the flames from the temperature Dimitri's Mag-Frags coming in contact with the environment.
"It Looks like we went into some of office with cubicles left and right. I know this isn't-Nngh, "Siren you want these offices torched? Just in case they carry information that falls in the wrong hands...Or was that already in the plan?"He would have likely known what Siren meant if she said the latter.
After he got feedback on his report he went back to the three, looking for a spot on the ground before he let his legs slide out, slumping himself to the ground with a satisfying exhale on the way down. "We're not done yet guys.." he claimed, closing his eyes and unbuttoned his shirt a little "We just gotta keep doing what we're doing."
"We have the professors don't forget..Let's take a breather and figure where to go from here."
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2018 3:22 pm
 
“Most people haven’t seen you three sheets to the wind.”
He didn’t bother correcting her; with them being stuck a mile beneath the surface for the better part of the last few months, he didn’t allow himself to believe that his boozing was a complete secret. But he grinned back at her all the same. “I don’t think I was ever all that brash around you, even drunker than Scooter Brown.” He clapped back with a small laugh.
Watching Alice work through the human-sized robots was watching Rambo. And while many girls may have tried to look pretty doing their thing on the field, he admired his best friend for just going at it. On the field, no one would ever accuse her of being lithe and graceful, but then… no one would ever question her usefulness either.
After Gracie’s p***s statue caught the Omega’s attention, Alice made a remark about the organ on the skateboard scarring her virgin eyes. The Texan couldn’t hold back his laughter, using his private line to call her bluff. “I don’t need to know your skills first hand to know you have them.” He said, seeing right through her innocent facade.
Breaking away from his friend for a second, the molecular manipulator disintegrated into a cloud and disappeared inside to scope out what would meet them on the inside. Cursing uncharacteristically, Blake returned back and passed on their bad luck to the rest of the team. The Sentinels were immediately to the left, in lines that would have made the British military proud. Aren decided to go right, citing that he was going to look for a control room that might be able to shut all of the robots down.
Blake grimaced. He doubted they had that kind of luck, given their track record. He also didn’t think it wise that the native go off on his own, but Narcissa didn’t protest, so he wouldn’t either.
Narcissa’s voice followed his broadcast, reminding them that the weakness to the giants was their head and where their heart would be, directing them on where to go. It was hard not to stand in awe of how many sentinels had been made in so short a time. They were an army of giants, designed to kill them. He suggested that Alice play dominos with them while they were still not operating, and he nodded at her suggestion. “I can’t pass through them endlessly.” He admitted, unsure if any of them outside of Narcissa had the endurance to take on the fleet. But having their heads where the rest of the team could reach them was a good start. Provided that moving them didn’t set them off.
Soon, the front line started to fall, Aftershock’s power nothing short of groundbreaking. Farren took off with Cameron, Kerri and Charlie… and Roland followed after Aren. Which meant the destruction was on the Omegas left. “Alright. Let’s give this a go.” He said, coming up on the first fallen sentinel and reaching into its head. It exploded as soon as his molecules merged through the metal.
One down. A hundred more to go. Sighing, he took a moment to look around. Master Mold was nowhere in sight. So much for this being a quick one.
“Heads and hearts, guys.” He reminded, going through another one. Embers exploded around him, catching his own sleeve before he dabbed it out and he grinned sheepishly. “Though, you might not want to stand too close to me unless you’re Narcissa.”
It was about then that Roland's voice made a broadcast to the Omega's, stating that they had more than a handful of prisoners and would need cover. Looking back at the insurmountable amount of sentinels that still stood ten feet tall, Blake fought the urge to curse. They were spread too thin. "SHIELD is overhead, see if Bobby can contact them to give you cover from the air." He suggested. "The exit we came in through should be clear. There wasn't much left when we headed inside."
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2018 4:28 pm
 [ ʈ | ɦ | ҿ ➸ S | i | z | e | - | S | h | i | f | t | i | n | g ]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxOmega - New York
If he had thought he couldn’t be any more disgusted, he was wrong. “Aren’t women supposed to be more ladylike?” She sounded like one of his brothers in a way that did not make him homesick.
Pushing past the conversation of poop, Aren brought Daylia up to speed rather quickly, a girl caged, a p***s statue, the robots… It didn’t take very long, but they both remained focused on Gracie’s embarrassment for a moment of levity amidst the chaos. The native did not even bother to try and stop the laughter when Daylia described Felix as a one and done.. Warning the man of the girl’s disapproval, he grinned back at the phaser. “You’ve got a bit of an evil streak, don’t you?”
Assuring her that the speedster wasn’t all that bad fell on deaf ears. “All talk. No action.” Aren insisted with a sober nod before motioning for her to follow him. Navigating through the myriad of hallways came easy, and he found the girl he’d left in relatively short order.
Daylia honed in on the Doritos, and Aren shrugged off her amazement that he thought to pack snacks. Duh. As Narcissa often said, he was a human garbage disposal for junk food. Of course he wasn’t going anywhere without some susentenance. He incredulously asked who wouldn’t think to bring something with them, and he shook his head in dismay as she pouted. “You obviously break the wrong rules, sister.”
Suggesting that they should team up more often, Aren cocked his head to the side and thought about it. The idea of someone who could make him invisible definitely had some merit behind it. “Snickers? I think one of those is in my bag.” At the very bottom, likely never to be consumed. He wasn’t a peanut fan. Holding out his hand for her to shake on their new deal, dimples formed in his cheeks. “I wonder what rules Ki’somma will have to change next time to force me to train…” He thought aloud, obviously pleased with his next move in their game.
Suddenly remembering that they had come to save the damsel, he turned toward the bars. “You think you can get her out of here?” He seemed proud of his decision to bring her out of the bathroom, and she likened him to a chicken. “That’s why they are called cocks.” He said, pointing to his mask. “But obviously, mine is an eagle. Which have all the reason for pride.”
Daylia tested her abilities against the bars, and seconds later, she stood next to Lucianna, just as she shooed someone else away. Turning to see, Aren bade the girl to relax. Roland was a strange one, but he was one of them. The giant tried to pry the bars apart and the size shifter shook his head. “They wouldn’t even budge when I was twelve feet tall… Whatever they are made of… it’s made to prevent that sort of thing.” Bobbing his head at Roland’s assessment that it was worth a shot, he shrugged.
“Guess we need a woman’s touch.” He grinned. “Though, given the talk she was having before we got here, I’m not sure how much lady is in her.” Even thinking about how she might describe her next number two made him grimace.
They discussed whether or not the facility had others caged up like her, and to his disappointment, there were. Napi. His gaze trailed to the door across the room, musing whether or not it was locked.
Weighing costs and benefits to getting Luci to safety went through one ear and out the other. “I don’t mind running back and forth; it’s easier to guard one person over ten in case something shows up outside again.” He countered. “And there’s no telling what sort of shape the others are in. Luci here doesn’t look like they’ve given her any food in a week.” What sort of tests had they run on the others? Would they be able to move, or would they need carried? “I mean, with Chameleon’s ability to make people invisible, it’d be safer to get people back to the jet one at a time, without running the risk of overextending. Plus, we didn’t seem to have any trouble at all getting into the facility. The Omegas took out all the turrets and most of the robots.”
Luci seemed to want to help, and Aren was ever patient, even a little amazed that she wanted to put herself at risk when she was obviously weakened by whatever they had been doing for her. Looking over at Daylia, he shrugged. He and Roland were merely muscle; it was her abilities that would be put to the test, and ultimately, the decision should have been hers because of it. “It’s on you, Chameleon. You know your limits better than any of us would.”
Roland kicked in the door that he had just been questioning, and played hero to the people inside, announcing that he was with the X-men and that they were going to take care of them. Luci reiterated, and her presence seemed to calm them more than a giant in armor had. Not that he could blame them. Roland, as nice as he tried to be, could still look imposing in all that gear.
He broadcasted for help, but Aren had to wonder if anyone would be able to… The sentinels had to be destroyed before they woke up, or none of them would make it out alive. “It might be better to take them a few at a time.” He reiterated when no one responded back. “Less risk, and we don’t know who can help.” Blake responded then, and Aren shrugged at the Texan’s suggestion. “In your words, it’s worth a shot.”
Aren watched as Roland wasted energy getting the cages open, and exchanged a look with Daylia that said, “I think he forgot you’re here for this precise reason.” Not bothering to stop him, Aren didn’t bother to help either, instead choosing to hold a contemplative finger to his mouth, his arm postured across his chest to hold the other up while he tried very hard to look serious.
Roland had his own ideas on how to help the people, choosing to move them as one group instead of individuals. Shaking his head, the native shrugged in a what-can-you-do fashion, and glanced at the girls. “Well, he seems to have this handled.” He said, thinking his old roommate too hard-headed for his own good. “There shouldn’t be too much trouble outside; Chameleon and I were just there and had zero issue getting back in.” They’d not run into anything coming in and out earlier. Rolling his eyes at Roland’s bravado, the size-shifter fought the urge to smack himself in the forehead when Roland rushed the group to move before the security protocols kicked in. “Because the alarms going off wasn’t the security system going haywire.” It wasn’t as though they’d gotten in here quietly. Not that anyone could hear them this far in… Aren had killed every alarm he’d passed to stop the screeching.
“Call if you need us. We’re going to find the labs to see if anyone else is at their captor’s mercy.” Motioning for Luci and Daylia to follow him, he looked to the dark haired girl for direction. “You said there were labs?”
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2018 4:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2018 6:43 pm
  Outside the compound
Marcel wanted to launch Lachlan into the sentinel. God help them. He wasn’t a wrecking ball. He was super strong. Eden immediately said what was on her mind, and the blond merely nodded along, not realizing she was leaving the nod up for interpretation when she did so. The strong man said he’d give it a shot, and Aurelie shifted her weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other.
This was going to end in disaster.
Biting down on her lip, Finn suggested a distraction, and Bella stepped up for that end of their plan, and Aurie swallowed her doubts. If Bella was alright with this, she needed to be too. “I can try to keep a shield on you to lessen the impact on you.” She suggested in muted tones, hoping she’d be able to follow through on her promise. The last thing she wanted to happen to the poor guy was for him to become a splat on the sentinel’s face. Like a bug on a windshield.
They were getting ready when a flash of red light slammed directly into their target, causing it to waver. Releasing a sigh of relief, her chest felt significantly lighter. “Guess that we don’t have to use strong man here as a human cannonball.” She couldn’t hide her satisfaction that they weren’t going through with this. Only for Marcel to launch him anyway. s**t.[/i/] She took a step toward the impressive throw, but as she glanced back over at the metallic brobdingnagian, she froze and watched in horror as Eden skidded across the ground. “Vega!”
Immediately she started moving toward the sentinel Scott had hit, making her way toward the angelic brunette who’d taken the hit. Another of Scott’sard the sentinel, this time severing its head from its body, where it crashed into the wall behind it. The destruction of the concrete wall sent a debris and dust into the air, obscuring any normal person’s view of the scene.
She lost sight of Vega as dust poured over the ground in a billowing cloud. “Flairer, can you see through this mess to locate her?” But already Alex was running toward the girl, and found her. Following the blonde into a hazy landscape, Aurelie coughed out the shards her lungs had dragged in. “I can lift you and take you back to the jet if we need to.” She said in between her barking.
Remembering Bella’s reminder that the sentinel’s heads or their hearts had to be destroyed or they’d repair themselves, Aurie broadcasted to the others - Finn, Lachlan, Marcel. “We need to destroy that head before it re-attaches to its body.” Though, she doubted they’d be able to find it without Alex’s help.
And with the guys still trapped inside, with Dimitri calling out for help, because they had woken up more than they could handle… the would-be ballerina closed her eyes. This was turning out to be a very bad day.
Storm searched their group with stern features, before raising her comm to her wrist. ”Remember to alternate attacks between the four of you to keep the Sentinel from adapting. We are trying to get to you.”
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2018 2:43 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2018 7:06 am
Alice had a grin on her face as she looked over at Blake. “Maybe. Maybe not. Never know.” She wiggled her brows at her best friend before paying attention to the job at hand. She dove into the fight with everything she had, taking down the human sized robots that just kept coming at them like locusts. It was a bit apocalyptic, the more she thought about it. This was the moment where they either saved or destroyed the world. One of many, surely. Because this wasn’t a one time job for them. It was going to happen again. It always came back full circle.
The next thing to attract their attention really did lighten the mood. There was a giant p***s. Just on the horizon. Alice made a joke about her innocence, which Blake called immediate bullshit on. She grinned sideways at the Texan before sticking her tongue out at him. “Well now I know that there are cameras in my room.”
Blake broke away from her as she continued on the fight to scout ahead. When he was back, he communicated what he had seen to the rest of them. This gave Aren ample opportunity to slip inside to try to find a way to end all of this and shut down the Sentinels for good. Aren was flying solo, but it seemed to be approved by the Queen Bee herself, so no one was going to say anything about it. Besides, Aren would be able to slip out if he was seen easier that she would if she had gone.
Narcissa sent out a broadcast to all of them, reminding them where to aim and what was effective against the metal giants. Alice knew enough already, but kept her mouth shut because not everyone on the team had taken on a sentinel before. They all had to be on the same page if there was going to be any level of success for any of them.
He suggested playing dominoes with the colossal giants before they woke up. Alice added to it by suggesting that Blake pass through them to melt them down to base metals so they wouldn’t self-repair. “Do what you can, but don’t burn yourself out. I’ll smash as many faces as I can.” She grinned at him before getting in position to have a perfect place for them to line up.
She slammed her hands together and the ground shook not only with the blast she had sent out, but with the fall of the metal beasts. She followed Blake in suit. With every head he melted into nothing, she punched her way through the chest that connected it. She paid attention to the comm while Blake reminded the team to focus their energies.
She leapt from the body of one sentinel onto the chest of another, her hands slamming down onto the metal and shattering it. She beat her way through the chest before ripping out the core that was supposed to be protected inside. She tossed the piece as far as she could throw from the body before moving on to the next one.
As she stood on the chest of another sentinel, she paused to listen as Roland relayed the information that there were prisoners that were kept in the facility. She pressed her finger against the comm. “Be careful, don’t know if any of them have Stockholm. Don’t let your guard down.” As much as he hated the idea of people attacking their rescuers, they needed to be ready for anything and everything on this mission. She looked at Blake. “Eyes on the prize, Cowboy.” She could tell when her friend was frustrated. “Faster they can get the prisoners out and to a safe point, the sooner they can come help us. And if the Alphas can pull their s**t together and find a way to shut the whole thing down, we won’t need to disassemble a million dickhead robots. Silver linings, handsome.”
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2018 8:25 pm
Gabriel Byrne
Location: Sentinel Base
Thoughts: And here I thought I was gonna have a last stand moment... Things were… woozy, to say the least. His body was like a continually filling sack of sand, slowly and slowly it filled up getting harder to move let alone think. He fought it off best he could, his brain needing to retain it’s alertness given the situation. Wraith had gotten him out of immediate danger, and managed to get him into a hallway that kept them out of direct harm from the massive Sentinel. The shadow manipulator had taken hold of his primary weapon, a good idea given the circumstances, Gabe quickly gave him some pointers on how to best use that weapon. If he was needing to get his hands on that, then he was not doing so hot with his powers. Not that he couldn’t blame him, it was his first mission and he was in the midst of a horror show, to say the least. He’d put out a general message to the rest of the team, telling them not to focus on getting their asses out unless they happened to come their way, and suggested with some fun to Wraith about kicking some metal a**. When the point about running came up, he started to laugh, a hoarse giggle erupted from him “Nah, we didn’t run! We made a tactical retreat!”“And with these offices, that means they designed those human sized drones to operate in those as well. If only to originally corral the office workers, now with the express design purpose of being a supplementary fighting force. And with us inside here, in an enclosed space with a hallway, we have a tactical advantage. Only one or two of them can come in at a time, meaning with a well-placed shot, we can pick them off one by one, create enough of a pile of metal and scrap to make a barrier so we can get ourselves out of here when we regain our strength.”“Not to mention, we are drawing their resources away from the fight outside. They’re mutant hunters, programmed to hunt down and incapacitate any mutant they detect, they’ll divert the appropriate resources needed to apprehend the target based on their programming parameters. They’re machines, they’re cold, relentless, calculating, but they also only have so much in terms of resources to use.”“Remember, anything that we do has an impact on the mission, it’s a job well done.”Listening to Wraith lament on his frustration, on being a burden he blurted out, “Look at me! Come on, we’re not useless. You’re not useless! We’re drawing the enemy towards us, letting the others get their s**t done inside. Every. Action. Counts. You don’t have to be all that you can be, you just have do do what you can where you can when the time is right. And right now that time may seem… well shitty. But it’s that ******** time.”Looking to the shadow manipulator he heard a joking knock from Dimitri, “Well s**t ain’t you a sight for sore eyes. Thought we lost you for a sec there.” He offered a smirk when the lava manipulator said he created a barrier to give them some time, following up by helping to get his vest and gear off of him. When asked how he felt, he let out a heavy sigh and responded, “Like Atlas after Hercules took the world off his shoulders. ********’ great.”He breathed in heavily, his brain trying to reboot at this point. He spaced out of much else, hearing Dimitri suggest they take a breather at the moment. He felt the cold of the wall on his back, and he decided to use it, using what little strength he had in his legs to press himself up. He wasn’t gonna die on his a**, if it came to that. OOC: Sorry for the delay!
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2018 1:14 pm
Inside compound
The sentinel unit found itself in a predicament dealing with the Alpha unit that made its way into the base. Too many variables to focus on and adjust for the sentinel to adapt. Even though it had repaired itself, the sentinel found itself encased in a cooled molten cast, making it impossible to move. ”Damage minimal. Single unit inadequate. Disengaging.” The hulk behemoth stated. By this time however, the boys had retreated to safety, even if temporary. The larger sentinel sent out a signal. Within minutes, four new, smaller sentinels showed up. Though they were smaller, they should not be overlooked by their prey. They tore their way through Dimitri's wall in a few minutes after they grouped at the last known sighting. The larger sentinel, now free of it's obsidian cask moved away. The walls trembled with every step. The data on the four targets uploaded to their hive mind network. The sentinels present had a higher rate of fire and a higher resistance to heat. The firepower was lowered to ensure a higher rate of fire with no drawbacks. The adaption was conducted after encountering both the lava as well as when their shots were turned back on themselves. This would prove to prevent the same tricks from happening twice. The cats began to look for their mice. ”Search and destroy.” They moved in a staggered line down the hall, spacing themselves roughly ten meters apart. Adapting and evolving to become ruthless hunters is exactly what sentinels were designed to do. That was exactly what they were going to continue to do. Unbeknownst to ants scurrying through the halls of the facility, the sentinels that activated as well as the one that had stepped away was not retreating, nor making a 'tactical withdrawal.' The sentinels were positioning themselves. Not just for Siege, Wraith, Play Boy and Jedi, no, but for the other ants that were making their ways further. The hive mind worked in unison, cold, calculating, and as precises as the knife they intended to be, it was only a matter of time before they were going to excise the mutants attacking their facility. (Sorry for the delay of post after promised date, if you have any questions, direct them to a mod. I am but a humble assistant)
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2018 10:10 am
 
"When did I ever claim to be ladylike?" D countered. She couldn’t recall a day in her life that she claimed to be such. Her mom had always told her to be more ladylike, but it never took. "Besides, shouldn’t you be used to this kind of talk? I remember my dad showing off a log he was rather proud of to my mom on more than one occasion." She said with a shrug, figuring it was usual for men to do such things.
Making their way past the talk of Daylia’s bathroom visit, Aren ran down everything to her, even taking the time to point out the opera singing member that had no business on the field. It remained the topic of conversation as they made their way to the building that held their new friend.
While D was disapproving of thought of the speedster and hex mistress doing the dirty, Aren seemed to find it amusing. Her brow rose again as Aren asked her about an evil streak. "And you’re just now figuring this out?" She rolled her eyes as Aren tried to defend the speedster. "Mmmhmm" She said, completely unconvinced.
They were able to wind their way back to the prisoner rather easily, something D was grateful for. However, the rescue was put off for a moment as she took notice of the bag the woman was holding. "Obviously, damn. I’ve been doing this job wrong this whole time." She said with a sigh.
Upset with her new discovery, she suggested that the pair work together more often so she could scab snacks off of him. He gave her an easy enough proposal, and even already had a snickers hidden away somewhere. She shook his hand, sealing the deal. "Well, if we get caught, I am blaming it all on you. You know, bribery and all that." Not that it would probably work all that well, but at least she could remove some of the heat from herself.
With their new deal squared away, they moved on to the more important issue at hand. "We can try." She said with a shrug as she stepped up to the bars. She couldn’t help herself as she likened the native to a strutting rooster as he puffed out his chest proudly. "Mhmm, right." It was obvious that her agreement was made with all the sarcasm in the world.
D pushed herself though the bars after a quick test. However it was then that another Omega had decided to join them. Rolands sudden appearance started their new friend, and Aren was quick to calm her, or at least try to. Even with her standing in the cage, the brute was determined to make her presence there useless as he tried to break in. Both of her companions tried to inform the armored man that it was no use.
She sighed at Aren’s comments. "Again, I never once claimed to be a lady." She said after coming back though the bars with their new friend in tow. The woman released D rather quickly, almost making the molecular manipulator worry that she had gotten stuck in the bars. Thankfully the fear remained only for a second.
Aren asked Lucianna if there were more prisoners, and how many. D figured there would be more, but when the woman pluralized the word dozen, she couldn’t help but sigh in frustration. Would they actually be able to get them all out in one piece? Could the jet hold that many people?
D turned to the woman, admiring her resolve to try and get the others out as well. She couldn’t help but suggest that they get her back to the jet before looking for more people. It made sense in her mind, at least save one. It was much better than none.
"It’s going to be easier, especially with my power to move one at a time." She countered Roland, agreeing with Aren. "Besides, whos going to miss me rescuing them when they have your brute strength?" She added as she looked him down, her arms folded over her chest. If he was determined to just break down everything, what was the point of her being there? "And if they need to be carried, I’m not going to be able to do it."
As if determined to prove her point, he began to ram himself into the door repeatedly even though he had a phaser standing right there. "I’m gonna laugh when you break something." She said dryly as she watched.
Lucianna mentioned that she knew where the labs were. "Well, if he has this covered maybe we should head there and meet back up when everyone is out of the cells..." She shrugged. She was not a stretigest, nor was she a good leader. It was one reason she just let the boys do most of the talking.
Her eyes turned to Aren as she shrugged. "Safely, I can only take one, maybe two people with me at a time. It depends on how much they struggle against my powers and what kid of powers they have." It would be difficult, but she was sure she could do that at least.
It was then that Roland broke into the next room, sending D into stealth mode as she disappeared from sight, the background colors spreading over her body like quickly spreading ink. She hoped there wouldn’t be any baddies in there, but it was better to be safe than sorry. The brute announced that they were with the x-men before raidoing the others about the situation. She doubted many would be able to assist them, making their situation even more dire. Lucianna stepped in, confirming that their group could be trusted.
She watched as tears began in Lucianna’s eyes. Daylia felt for her, but she hoped the woman would be able to keep it together until they managed to get back to the jet. Whenever that would be. Aren repeating what they had been saying, but still it seemed to fall on deaf ears.
Daylia shrugged as she watched Roland ripping open cells, becoming once again visible. "Whatever, he doesn’t seem to be listening anyway. I say we wait and see just how far he gets." Aren seemed to agree. She nodded her head in agreement with the native as he mentioned that they didn’t have any trouble getting in, and that it should still hopefully be fine.
Grateful for Aren’s brush off of the situation, she turned to go with him instead. Seeing as Roland had everything under control, maybe she would be more useful in the labs. Hopefully Lucianna remembered where they were.
Just the thought of there being labs gave D horrible imagery.
Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: Jet then the holding cells.
Ｔｈｉｎｋｉｎｇ: Whatever you do, don't s**t yourself.
Ｗｉｔｈ: Aren, Luci, and Roland
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2018 5:16 pm
XX【 】 Name: Alexander "Lex" Magnus XX【 】 Codename: Wraith XX【 】 Team Affiliation: Alpha XX【 】 Location: Office corridor XX【 】 With: Siege, Playboy, Jedi XX【 】 Actions: Bolstered spirits thanks to both Siege and Playboy. Shocked and took defensive position across the hall Wraith continued to beat himself up internally, though he did listen to Siege. The juxtaposition of the heroic Magneto taking charge of the situation and turning the tide fought against the reality of his performance. The shadow manipulator wanted to be an inspiration to his peers, a monster to his enemies. Instead, he was ineffective against these machines. They were the monsters. His own skill set was apt at getting a friend out of danger. Siege tried hard to pull at the effectiveness of their unit, pulling resources from the fighting force. Dividing attention. There was some logic in that. After all, they were not infinite. Mass produced, but each one took time and energy. They could not replace the units nearly as fast as some of the mutants could eliminate them. It all came down to the disappointment he felt in his performance and the emo wallowing in his own lack of warlike nature. So now he knelt in the hallway, resting as much as watching. As Siege began to make some headway, Wraith noticed movement off to the side. It was lacking uniform movement and was not metallic. Living beings were coming this way. Moments later, the knock came. Wraith heard Playboy say he left a barrier. The lavakinetic should have left something that would take significant time or energy to bypass. Wraith paid no heed to the camaraderie between Playboy and Siege. They were veterans. Again, he was left wondering just how high his own standards were. He felt the same way when he was unable to beat Paladin in the sim. On one hand, he was not his hero. On the other, he was able to use quick thinking to try and use creative solutions to complex problems. Playboy made an effort to help let Siege breathe easier. Less weight to deal with. It made sense, though Wraith didn’t agree. They may have to move. De-gearing meant either taking the time to gather said gear or leaving it behind. Neither would be preferable.
The next thing Wraith knew was an outstretched hand. It was done with a kind word . . . and Siege’s efforts were bolstered. Playboy didn’t know him. That meant it was more likely the compliment was sincere. Wraith smiled softly and shook the given hand. “I couldn’t let him fall. We’re in this together. I just wish my talents were more effective against the ‘bots.” It was surprisingly devoid of self-pity. He was honest in wanting to help. If he couldn’t be Magneto- being ‘Beast’ wasn’t a bad idea. There was some sort of conversation he missed out on. The comms might have been a person-to-person. It didn’t matter much. Wraith didn’t have any time for anybody not right here. The Omegas had their hands full. The Alphas were mostly useless, hiding in huddled masses. The professors were not able to reach them. What mattered were the four of them here. He heard something about torching the offices, and mildly disagreed. A moment later Playboy took a seat to rest. They were to keep doing what they had been.
“I don’t know if these offices would be any good at all. We don’t even know if the Sentinels came from here, or retrofitted the place. The only good the offices are to us now are ballast. If we can collapse the building, it would likely cause a few problems for the ‘bots.” Wraith took another look around, but this area was far more finished. Structural details were not visible. Not like out in the open areas. With only one way available, he could focus his guarding. Training his weapon down the hall away from the barricade, he was able to talk more freely. “Other than exhaustion, are any of us injured? I’ve yet to take a scratch- mostly thanks to you guys on the surface. I’m still a bit tired, but the rest is letting me get my powers back. It will take a bit more before I’m able to do much. Of course, the rest is doing us all some good. I’m tempted to get on those computers in the office to see if we can get a map. Of course, doing so will alert anything monitoring the intranet. We’d be sending up a flare to say we were here.” Wraith was trying to think of what to do next. He cannot go back the way they came. It was suicide on top of the barriers. Going without a map would be dangerous, though. They have no idea what the layout is. Then again, he also had to consider that the robots might have made structural changes that would contradict the maps anyway. Wraith was wracking his brain to come up with some sort of plan.
All that went out the window when he felt the walls and floors shake. Not in a single impact, but a rhythmic pounding. It wasn’t as significant as the major sentinel, but it was echoing. Several footsteps. Worse yet, they were coming from the same direction Playboy and Jedi came from. The barrier was breached. Wraith looked over his shoulder and realized they were in serious trouble. Without a word, he dove across the hall and into the doorway of one of the offices. He was within easy line of sight of his comrades. His shadows were available- but not by too much. Instead of using them, he took a deep and steadying breath as he held the weapon. Siege was leaning against the wall they were coming from. He was safest for now. He considered putting up a wall of shadows to hide the group, but that would only be light. If the Sentinels coming decided to use something other than visual that wouldn’t help. No, save his power. Keep resting his shadows. Instead, he remembered what Siege told him about this rifle. How to aim it to compensate for drift and such. He only had a single chance to catch them by surprise. Of course, he was sacrificing the sturdier walls for cover. The group had that. He was going to give them something else to shoot at than a single point of conflict. Wraith moved behind a desk, and laid down on the ground in a prone position. Aiming around the metal desk’s corner, he trained his weapon down the hall. Chances of being seen easily are minimal. Opportunity to aim carefully was high. Wraith resolved himself to what he had to do. Both attack the robots and protect his comrades. Still, despite his efforts to do everything right he was terrified and glad that he was not where his face was visible to his fellow team members.
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