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Space and time paused for a minute as in one single point of being an individual's essence was ripped from their home world and thrust into the fray; Logan was sleeping and found himself awaking to free fall. At first he thought he was dreaming until something whizzed by him, it caused his skin to sizzle, pain was definitely a reality. He looked around to get a better understanding of his situation before his skull slammed hard against an aircraft (a random Hellfire). Instinctually his claws dug into the metal as they popped out and the familiar pain of them came back. He grunted as his jaw corrected itself; it broke when he hit the damn thing.

He started to slip off even though he had a good dig into the metal of the craft. He started to pull his right out and reached upward to get higher. Wolverine didn't feel like coming close to death just yet after such a good nap. He actually was considering getting a drink, it would have been ten times better then trying to figure out such chaos. He grunted and let his left rise, continuing the climb to the cockpit. He found himself looking at a male that resembled a soldier. However, he found no discerning emblem to tell of his nation or alignment other than what was on him; something he found to be a personal group's seal rather than one he knew of.

He didn't feel like it, but felt he'd killed enough people in his life, one mistake wouldn't kill him considering this being before him was firing upon another side with ease. Helping the other side wasn't his intention, but he did slice a square with one hand into the cockpit. Slamming that same hand into the pilot's chest, he took out the back-up and tried the controls. It wasn't hard flying alone, but this was indeed some new equipment to study. As it started to descend, it took him the whole of six minutes to get a feel for what to do.

The bird was back up again after he pulled up and away from the carnage. Taking the corpse's communications device, he tried to radio a signal out to let whoever was in charge know that this wasn't his dog fight,"Lay off my tail, I'm nuetral air here, otherwise I return fire and start gutting you shrimps like a cat behind a sushi joint."His voice was gruff, but his vehicle had already taken some hits and his claws had done damage as well. He didn't want to risk an explosion unless it meant that he was going to have to evactuate. He was knew here, knew no one and was highly lost.

"Requestiong permission to land, who's in charge, I'm coming in hot over here, going to look for a good spot to take her down, is that okay?"

Arell, unaware that Jenova just threatened to KILL WOLVERINE was already up to his a** in I.O. footsoldiers, opening fire.

Dun' however, was already on it, having worked into the radio communications through his laptop to his cell phone. "You're clear to land, sir." he said as he walked over to Jenova. "Take any help you can. Give me five minutes and I'll ensure we also get the Air Force in on this . . . that is, if you want." Dun' said with a shy smile.

While the Super Hornets attempt to engage the Hellfires with cannons only (it looks like 12 on 2 right now with Wolvie killing one Hellfire pilot), the silver craft that was riveted by 'small-arms' fire from Jenova's Mongrels starts to break up. However, the dying craft already disgorged two dozen armored humanoid figures.

Without chutes, these armored ... things land on the desert floor hard with no ill effects. With a whirling of gears, these grey and yellow robots stand each aiming their right arms at the mongrels. Each of those hands reconfigured into sonic cannons that immediately started firing. The cybots strode forward without any regard of the hail of fire bouncing off their armored hides...

< Jenova Dra'Vaako >


She saw the robotic troops land and turned her chaingun on the new arrivals. Her Mongrels switched to Armor Piercing rounds and continued to engage the targets. Their helmets were hardened, and thus the debilitating sonic blasts had little to no effect on Jenova's Soldiers. The highly trained men and women, who were also biomechanically enhanced, proceeded to separate, disable and destroy the first dozen of robots that advanced on their position. The rest were left to Jenova and the Heroes.

The massive Hispanic woman's chain gun ripped through the first three robot's legs, crippling them. The chain gun then jammed and Jenova traded it for her Nightingale energy pistols and proceeded to close the distance between herself and the robots. Whenever one of them raised it's blaster at her, the Mercenary shot into it's barrel, causing the entire arm to explode.

She swiftly dealt with the first three she'd crippled with well placed shots to their eyes. Jenova knew how to deal with the Sentinel-esque robots. They were too easy, too big and way too slow.

"It ain't size or quantity, boy, it's how you use what you have!" Jenova hollered back to Dun' as she showed him and Arell just how good of a soldier she was and that she wasn't a woman to be messed with.

AS far as the air battle was going, with the loss of one Hellfire, there was still three facing of in the dogfight against the hornets. The Hornets, however, had been cut down to half their original strength, being outmatched by the better piloting of the Hellfires. It was now more or less two to one on that front.


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Carried Weapons:

○ Nightingale Energy Pistols: Dual advanced energy pistols powered by hydrogen power cells. They have three settings; safe, stun, kill.

○ Tactical Hogleg Shotgun: Small, compact, lever-action shotgun that fires twelve-gauge sabot rounds. Carries five rounds in the tube, one in the chamber.

○ Falcon S77 Tactical .45's: Jenova's favored handgun, the Falcon S77 Tactical .45 caliber pistol. She regularly carries at least two of these handguns plus about ten extra doublestack magazines for each. The doublestack magazines carry twelve rounds each, plus one in the chamber. Both are able to be equipped with laser guides and sound suppressors, which Jenova carries in an equipment pouch.

○ Machete: Jenova carries a rugged, dependable machete for those up close and personal times.


Mongrel Soldiers-Jenova's Mongrel look like so, with slight modifications from Mongrel to Mongrel.

Arell got down in Prone position, taking out more foot soldiers with his pistol before he ran out. Seeing the chaingun got jammed, he looked over to Dun'.

"Well, DAT woiked! Dun', get dat thang unjammed!" he growled as Dun nodded, hustling as he got it fixed. As it turned out, the dust kicked up from the fray had jammed into the air intake! Dun' quickly got it loose and tossed it to Arell, who holstered his .357's for the temporary upgrade. "Thanks, bro!" he drawled as Dun' smiled and nodded before hopping into the heli-chopper, typing out some things . . . trying to hack into the defense system again. Since he wasn't Arell, who charged back into the fray, tearing the enemy a new a*****e on the front lines . . . he could try to use what little signal he had to infiltrate the base's defense mechanism again.

< Jenova Dra'Vaako >


Jenova roared as she rode one the last Cybot to the ground, her cybernetic arm plunged into it's skull. She looked up at the Sentinels as the robot died beneath her. Standing and hopping down from the ruined wreck, the Mercenary leader holstered her pistols and signaled for her Mongrels to bring it in around the transport ships.

Her Hellfires also returned and hovered over the group of heroes and Mercs. She grabbed a bullhorn and shouted to the Sentinels.

"We will stand down, only long enough to load my men and passengers! Who are you here for, Stark-Bots!" She had not ignored the Stark Enterprises emblem on the Sentinels, and knew it would bring a swift end to the fighting or just add to it. Lowering the bullhorn, Jenova ordered her men to load up and prepare for a swift evac and to get the passengers on the birds as well. She'd wait to see what happened then.


{Sorry for taking so long, been busy with work and personal s**t}

Carried Weapons:

○ Nightingale Energy Pistols: Dual advanced energy pistols powered by hydrogen power cells. They have three settings; safe, stun, kill.

○ Tactical Hogleg Shotgun: Small, compact, lever-action shotgun that fires twelve-gauge sabot rounds. Carries five rounds in the tube, one in the chamber.

○ Falcon S77 Tactical .45's: Jenova's favored handgun, the Falcon S77 Tactical .45 caliber pistol. She regularly carries at least two of these handguns plus about ten extra doublestack magazines for each. The doublestack magazines carry twelve rounds each, plus one in the chamber. Both are able to be equipped with laser guides and sound suppressors, which Jenova carries in an equipment pouch.

○ Machete: Jenova carries a rugged, dependable machete for those up close and personal times.


Mongrel Soldiers-Jenova's Mongrel look like so, with slight modifications from Mongrel to Mongrel.

< Jenova Dra'Vaako >


Jenova smiled, stepping back down from the bird. One of her Mongrels tossed her something small. Walking towards the Sentinel that spoke, she held up what looked like a detonator and pressed the button.

"This is a dead-man detonator tied to the nuclear reactors of my ships, force me to leave these children and I'll release the button and we all go boom. My friend there with the Cajun accent called for an evac of himself and everyone present. Care to offer a counter offer?" Jenova smiled with an even more confident presence than the pilot of the sentinel. It was now left to whoever was inside that thing to make a decision.


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Carried Weapons:

○ Nightingale Energy Pistols: Dual advanced energy pistols powered by hydrogen power cells. They have three settings; safe, stun, kill.

○ Tactical Hogleg Shotgun: Small, compact, lever-action shotgun that fires twelve-gauge sabot rounds. Carries five rounds in the tube, one in the chamber.

○ Falcon S77 Tactical .45's: Jenova's favored handgun, the Falcon S77 Tactical .45 caliber pistol. She regularly carries at least two of these handguns plus about ten extra doublestack magazines for each. The doublestack magazines carry twelve rounds each, plus one in the chamber. Both are able to be equipped with laser guides and sound suppressors, which Jenova carries in an equipment pouch.

○ Machete: Jenova carries a rugged, dependable machete for those up close and personal times.


Mongrel Soldiers-Jenova's Mongrel look like so, with slight modifications from Mongrel to Mongrel.

Logan growled in frustration as he lifted up from a mass of scrapped robots torn to shreds courtesy of the infamous weapon x."You haven't even finished your meal and you're already crying for desert, bub, just where the hell are you going with just winging this?"He was quick to ask the male seeing as multiple sentinels didn't seem like an issue for the female merc. He could also smell Remy nearby which meant if anything they could fight it out like a small team of Xmen, but that took strategy. This team was crackpot and lacked finer points like a dull blade. A sharp retort could spell there doom; he smirked, ready to pounce. Pushing the envelope further wasn't something he was afraid to do, however Wolverine relented to see about getting things together verbally,"First off, where the hell are we and second off why am I not gutting the idiot who put me here like a fish out of water, right now?"He slammed a claw into the head of another robot and slashed down, destroying the machine wholeheartedly. It wasn't like they'd stop to give him a potty break.