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 Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2017 1:58 pm
 It was hard for the Texan to naturally want to hoot and holler whenever he saw good shooting. It was in his blood, even if he didn’t often associate his behavior with the traditional country lifestyle that his state was so proud of. But damn, big guns were still cool. They worked together well, himself and Gabe. There was something nice about only having to do about half the work. That was the point of partnering up, wasn’t it? To not have to do anything on your own?
Gabe confirmed that he had heard what August said about the limitations of his power and that the faster Gabe shot, the faster they could take down another drone. They moved together. August grounded a drone, Gabe blew it’s not-real face off. Which was pretty amazing. Or whatever it seemed to have as a head or central system. Either way, it seemed to work. They definitely weren’t getting back up.
He asked Gabe about high ground. He made it as a suggestion, not entirely sure what the blonde would want to do. “Got it. Powers are easier to control in closed spaces.” He could ground an entire hallway if they were inside. And honestly, that would be easier than trying to do this kind of thing out in the open. There were a few ground units moving in on them when Gabe gave the call out for the other Alphas.
August made a quick glance toward the blonde before bubbling the units and pulling them in close toward one another. Three of the units slammed together with the same amount of gravitational force as a supermassive black hole, turning them into a twitching, twisted hunk of metal.
He dropped the force around them and swiped a hand across his brow. He needed to watch it. Trying to split his focus would get someone hurt if he wasn’t careful. “The faster we get inside, the easier this s**t is gonna be.” He continued his march forward as he muttered to himself. Almost as if he was complaining. It wasn’t like he hated fighting. August loved to show off. But it was so damn exhausting.
He bubbled and grounded more drones as they made their way in closer to them. Always a clear shot for Gabe, always an easy drop for himself. He wasn’t pummeling them into the center of the earth, just pulling them out of the air. Which was a lot easier than trying to get a standing robot down onto the ground. Their hydraulic, superpowered joints made it a lot harder to bring them to their knees.
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2017 2:03 pm
Normally, she would be trying to sleep as much as possible right now. Her cell was almost always dark until someone opened the door. The blackness was something she had learned to get used to. Her life had turned into something between endless night and fluorescent lighting that burned her eyelids whenever she wasn’t expecting it.
She didn’t dream often, and when she did, it was always about that night. It was always about how she had been walking home. A light amount of shopping in her gloved hands. It was a wet night. New York was covered in the aftermath of a light rain shower. And it was dark. The sun had long since set across the skyline and now the only shadows that remained were from the street lights.
She didn’t even hear them coming. She didn’t have time to scream. She just remembered a blow to her head and then darkness. The same darkness that never seemed to end. It took an unknown amount of time to figure out what they wanted from her. Whoever they were. And why she had been taken. Almost as long as it took for her to become accustomed to the darkness. She remembered that during her first few nights here she knocked over the food and water that they had provided to her. Twice a day.
It was the only way she knew the time.
And then every three days, she decided, was when they would come and take her. The easiest way to describe it was like milking a snake. They would stress her out with electrical shocks and pain until the poisons they wanted for unknown reasons would bubble to the surface of her skin. She would then be hosed down with something that didn’t smell like water and then returned to her cell.
They exhausted her powers every three days.
They barely kept her alive. She couldn’t see so she couldn’t mark the days. She knew where her bed was on the floor, and where the hole was for a bathroom. She knew her cell by touch because that was how she had to navigate it. She didn’t know when they would come until the lights came on and blinded her.
She became a number.
They didn’t know her name, and they didn’t care. Even when other mutants, or humans, would come to retrieve her, they were empty of any emotion. She couldn’t blame them. They were given an option to either obey or idea, surely. This place didn’t seem like the kind of place that would have mercy on someone, no matter who they were or what their name was.
If dreams were what kept people sane, then the passing nights between dreams were signs that she was losing her mind. Slowly, she was slipping away. She whispered to herself often, reminding herself who she was. Who her parents were. Who her family was. One thing she never had to remind herself of was what she was. What she could do. That was why she was here, wasn’t it? Whoever was behind all this wanted her, and others, to be useful assets. To be weapons or ammo for something evil and diabolical.
After months of being deaf and blind, she realized what hope was. It was a red light that illuminated her cell and the sound of an alarm.
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2017 6:56 pm
  (OOC: If things need changing, let me know. I do apologize for the time in responding as well as shortness of length. if I missed anything as well, let me know. I will also be in Colorado for the next 10 days. I do not mind you guys moving/utilizing Cam or his abilities as necessary.)
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2017 7:03 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2017 1:29 am
Roland Anton Chevalier
Location: Sentinel Facility
Thoughts: Into the breach Roland hit the ground running, letting his armor slide over his body. It felt pure, it felt right, the sound of the klaxon blaring into the sky, the sight of Sentinel drones flying towards them. The sounds of weapons fire in the air, it was all so pure and right for him. He got a rush from it all, but he didn’t let that head-high get to his head. He was not about to get caught with his metaphorical pants down, acting like an idiot. That was why he immediately called for backup from Cameron as he had three drones close in on his position. The guy was a solid shot, he’d be useful. His call was answered not only by him, but by another, Fracture who came to his aid. She moved in fast and took down one of the drones, while Aero also put rounds downrange to take down another drone. Two down, one to go he thought to himself as he made the final charge. Taking a leap, he brought down the drone. The two of them hit the ground, with a heavy thud, and he scrambled to get into a better position, atop this metal monstrosity. Thank whatever god or odd chance that gave him this mutation, with the strength the armor provided, he dug sharp talons into the metal with one of his hands, the other quickly jabbing into the skull of the robotic construct. Over the comms, Fracture inquired about how best to take these things down. Given that Roland’s punching into the “skull” seemed to work, he answered over the line, “Hitting the head seems to do the job. Center of mass may work too, looks like that’s where the power source is.” Having dug into the chest, he saw what looked like the glow of some form of generator or a battery. Aero’s voice came over the radio again, this time requesting assistance with the turret that was pinning him down. “I hear you loud and clear Aero. I’ll try and draw their fire if someone else can take it down or pull Aero out of the area.” as he was saying this he had a thought. Manifesting a blade, he flipped the robot over and started to try and carve open the back. He figured that their armor should be tough enough to handle their energy weapons, so perhaps fashioning a makeshift shield may be the right idea. “Scratch that, Aero I’m gonna draw its fire.” he called out, “Get yourself out of there fast.” he began to sprint forward, holding the back plate with both hands. The sight of a large target in an open field made the turret turn directly on him. The sudden impact of the turret’s cannons told him that his makeshift idea was not going to last very long. Hopefully long enough for Aero was able to get himself to safety. “Anyone with some grenades or something, it would be <******** great if I could get some help over here! he called out over the comm link. His call for help was met with the most peculiar transmission from Gracie, telling people not to look at something. Well, much like telling someone not to look at a pink elephant, he just had to look now. It took him a second, what with the heavy fire now raining down on his position, but he soon registered in his vision the incredible sight of a stone statue of a... well a p***s, riding a skateboard. Most importantly, this statute was in fact mobile, randomly moving about the battlefield. "And here I thought I'd seen everything." he said to himself, not entirely sure what to say to such a sight beyond those seven words. OOC: Lemme know about any problems!
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2017 1:30 am
Gabriel Byrne
Location: Sentinel Facility
Thoughts: Making the Push Gabriel chuckled at the sound of August’s hollering, the excitement of the battle seemed to be getting to him. He smirked underneath the bulletproof mask he was wearing, choosing not to vocalize his excitement. It would throw his aim off. Casings flew past him as his gravitationally gifted partner brought down target after target for him to shoot. Looking to him, he offered “If you can, try applying gravitational force directly to their heads. I think their CPUs are located there, and like any electronics, are not terribly durable.” he didn’t doubt August’s abilities, but if there was a way for him to get more precise with his powers it would save them both effort and resources. August quickly acknowledged his assessment on rising into the air. Not a bad idea, but they’d have a much easier time with just the field of combat being a dome. Not to mention, last he checked but they didn’t have much in the way of air support other than Storm. Not to say that she wasn’t a heavyweight, but if something happened to either of them up in the air, having only one person whose capabilities are much more necessary fighting these things would be diverted to pulling one or both of their sorry asses out of the fire. That drew resources away from the fight, that put people in danger, that potentially compromised the mission. He was not about to do something stupid like that once again. He already dealt with the consequences of going rogue, of trying to fight on his own. He did alright, but the bullet wound that he suffered was still a very clear and present memory in his mind. He was not about to recreate the same circumstance, only this time with a plasma bolt or whatever the hell these robots fired. Speaking of their weapon systems, Gabriel had a few ideas for juryrigging one of their arms into a weapon they could use down the road. Of course, chances are he’d need way more time to do something like that, and be in a less… tumultuous situation. After suggesting they make a push for inside, August appreciated the idea. He wasn’t too confident that it would be necessarily easier, but they potentially had a way of getting a foothold inside that could be used by the others. Patting August across the shoulder, he started to slowly make his way to the entrance. Paying attention to all sides, he fired carefully, not wanting to waste any ammunition. Then a turret came out of the ground, heavy weapons trained on the two of them. Gabriel didn’t even bother to hesitate. Dropping his weapon, he raised his right arm up and let the change happen. It was sudden and almost euphoric, the bolt of hot tungsten carbide roared out of him and into the turret before his weapon hit the ground. The tungsten bolt ripped into the heavy cannons of the turret, turning them into a swirling mess of shattered, twisted, broken metal. Sparks erupted about as the turret got rendered to scrap. And not even shortly thereafter, he was brought to his knees. The energy output was a b***h that he had to deal with, but getting turned to swiss cheese as a result of the that turret was not an acceptable alternative. “A few more shots after that one.” he grumbled, grabbing his weapon and rising to his feet once more. Looking to August he called to him “Let’s go!OOC: Post is no bueno, I know. Lemme know of any problems!
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 5:39 pm
  XX【 】 Name: Alexander "Lex" Magnus XX【 】 Codename: Wraith XX【 】 Team Affiliation: Alpha XX【 】 Location: Sentinel Outpost, Alpha side XX【 】 Actions: Joined Jedi and Siege, Attacked full-size sentinel, damaged right hand beam weapon Standing on his own construct, up in the air, Wraith felt a bit like a lord watching the fall of an empire. He was detached to the point of being alone in both physicality and emotional state. He was waiting while trying to blind his opponents. Storm was delivering on the fog, though the darkness manipulator was not sure that was wise. It blinded them as much as the sentinels. He wanted nothing more than to perform a full-on assault on the facility. It was what they came to do, it was what Omega was doing on the far side to draw the larger targets. So far, only the smaller versions had risen up to strike back. That would not last forever. He felt himself becoming frustrated and angry at all the power behind him, those that were too busy falling over each other to make any decisive moves. As if on cue, a familiar voice came on the comms. Siege and somebody named Jedi were making a push. Looking down, he searched the fog for the disturbance their push might make. As a hovering mass of moisture, anything faster than a leisurely walk should cause swirling and be easy to track. Sure enough, he began to see a large enough disturbance to account for two people. Behind his mask, a dark smile grew. He was happy to see somebody that was kind to him make the right choice. Siege was calling for anti-air support, and that was something the darkness user could possibly use. Plus, he could provide cover for the assaulting nature of Siege’s weaponry. That one was living artillery, and Wraith could make momentary bunkers for his companion. He made the obvious choice to join like-minded people, and was waiting for them to come close enough to literally drop in on their party. This also gave him a chance to see the gravity manipulations this Jedi was capable of. An intensely powerful and useful ability. Wraith fully approved of the way Jedi used his powers.
When they came close enough, Wraith let his construct descend quickly. It was fast, but not dangerously so. Through the fog, he heard them coming as Siege said where their CPUs should be located. He hit the ground at a dead run and quickly joined the other two Alphas in pace as they ran towards the building. “They are based on humans, so they have the same build. Plus, any doll is weak at the joints. Neck and head are great targets.” His voice was faintly hollow thanks to the mask he wore. Again, it felt as if Lex was left back in Canada and Wraith was on the ground here. A clear change in how he looked, sounded, and felt. At long last, he was remade. It was pure elation and exhilaration as the three ran. Of course, as they approached more defenses rose to meet them. A turret came from the ground of the compound and trained on them. Wraith did not have long to decide how to deal with this threat. He searched frantically for how to divert the weapon enough to be safe. It seems that was in vain, however. The cannon was dispatched by the living assault cannon at his side. Siege lived up to his namesake and took out the turret in a single shot. Rather than diverting weapons fire, Wraith had only to deflect a few small parts that were flying at him. Small hollow dings bounced off his very brief shield he created. It was almost an afterthought and would not have stopped any weapons fire- but this was just shrapnel from a decimated cannon. The act of firing his arm-weapon seemed to drain Siege for a moment, and in that moment Wraith pulled ahead a bit. Behind him he heard them arise and start moving again. Unfortunately, that was not all.
“Halt. Mutant.” A bass voice, booming and authoritative, rolled over the area. A heavy thud and the sound of servos accompanied the sound as Wraith looked up. A Sentinel. A real one. Not the small ones that were easy to dispatch. His eyes widened in a brief moment of horror. He knew they were big, but to be at its feet and only measure up to a shin at best was intimidating. The automaton must have been sent to this area to deal with the second strike team. That, or perhaps it was merely stored nearby and had not been sent to deal with the omega force. Either way, it was looking at the three as they attempted to breach the area. It was too big to kill easily with shadows. The monstrous robot raised an arm and opened its palm at Wraith and in that instant he felt his adrenaline surge. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the palm and its circular aperture. The beastly machine was going to fire a beam of energy. It was going to hurt. It cannot be allowed to do that. Wraith focused his energy on that point and created a spear to thrust into the weapon as it charged. With every ounce of strength he possessed, he thrust the sharp point into that weapon. A burst of light shattered his spear, and the shockwave knocked him over. The machine was far more durable.
“Damage detected. Mutant apprehension in progress.” When his eyes adjusted, Wraith saw that the hand was still intact, though the emitter was shattered. All he managed to do was disable that beam weapon. The sheer size of this thing was only part of what made them dangerous. Were they always that intimidating? He did not take one on the last time he encountered these machines. Instead, he helped cover the escape of the students from the doomed home that Xavier built. This was different. This was a monster. The Sentinel raised the other hand and charged a blast. All that training in the gym was the only thing that saved Wraith. Moving quickly and with every ounce of agility he could, he rolled and leaped out of the way. He felt the heat and force of the blast on his side as the spot he was just in got scorched. The blast was not lethal, but certainly was capable of stopping the mutant. Worse yet, like training, it was a light-imbued attack. His shadows would never stand up to that kind of power. The Sentinel merely kept looking at him as he flung himself desperately out of the way, and changed aim accordingly. To be expected from a machine. “Subject identified. Alexander Magnus, Origin: Westchester Institute.” The sentinel began to close the distance with another gargantuan step, training another shot with that still uninjured hand. Wraith felt the cold chill go down his spine. It knew him. It knew him specifically. Likely from the files of Cerebro, or some other roster that was salvaged from the institute. He had kept his head down all this time, but the Sentinel knew him. That was a hard thing to not let rattle his mind. “Track this!!!” He came to a skidding stop so he could concentrate, creating a pair of swords in the air that flew deep into the eyes of the Sentinel. Or at least, that was his intention.
The sentinel was specifically designed to hunt mutants with unpredictable powers. As such, the moment it saw the darkness appear as a weapon again, it moved the damaged hand to block. This time, the weapons landed again in the palm of the robot, that same location where his spear had damaged a beam weapon. The armor was too thick for feeble swords to do any real damage. This time, they bit into the metallic palm a bit, but not enough to do any significant damage. Had he hit a joint, it may have disabled a finger or two, but he hit plating. The sentinel brought the fully-functional hand to bear and prepared to fire. Wraith had lost his momentum and was facing a full blast without the ability to dodge or block. His face blanched a bit as he realized he was about to feel a lot of pain.
 
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2017 7:14 pm
 
Farren assured him that her energy levels were still high, and he nodded once. “Just be careful out there, you hear?” He requested of Alice’s new friend. She split off from them, rushing to assist Cameron. Glancing over at the walking earthquake, his lazy smile lifted his expression into one much lighter than what it should have been, given their situation. “Looks like we got another good ‘un there.”
But the merriment died quickly as they faced their own challenges. Throwing out an arm to pause her movements like a mom in a vehicle that was braking too hard, he eyed the turrets with a level of malice that echoed hers. Alice moved, stopping just in time to save herself from a punch in the stomach and clasped her hands in front of her. The wave in the ground followed the motion, rolling into the turrets like a catastrophic masterpiece. A few of them exploded on the impact, and Blake turned his attentions to the robots still on the go. Somehow, they’d escaped the earthshaker’s wrath.
Flying above the onslaught of Alice-based attacks, Blake’s molecular form torpedoed toward the robots, passing through them just long enough to cause spontaneous combustion. Though no one could see his form, it would be easy for someone to see where he had been as the debris fell into smoldering piles in his wake. His partner in crime, war and seemingly everything else shouted out a Robin Williams’ line and the Texan took form just long enough to chide her for the movie references in the middle of a fight.
“You’re certainly irreverent like Cronauer.” He said with a chuckle that vibrated in the depths of his chest. It was then that Jinx broadcast to the whole of the team telling them not to look in a certain direction. Given the amount of embarrassment that colored her tone, he naturally took a gander, and burst out laughing. “Well, darlin’, I’d say that’s a new one, even for vets like me.” He said, his Southern accent as thick as molasses on a winter’s day. “But maybe you should channel those sort of thoughts into something… off the field.” He added teasingly.
With that, he disappeared again, heading straight into the mouth of the facility, where he could get an idea of how many more they would face. If he had a form, his eyes would have widened at what lie ahead.
Not only were there a plethora of mini-sentinels, but the giant ones stood, almost frozen as they waited. No sign of the Alphas just yet, either. Doubling back to Alice, he reformed to broadcast to the entire team. “Don’t tire yourselves out with the little ones. I think there’s at least a dozen of the big uns’ waiting for us beyond that wall.”
Yep. This was going to be a lot of fun.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2017 12:33 am
Name: Dimitri Otengam. Codename: Playboy. Location: X-Jet to Warzone "Nor underground..." He ended with a shrug, not hearing Aurelie's input from his anticipation.. But he did give himself a reminder on how to approach his next training regimen.
The flow of Alex's tone drifted and through hers, did he realized for a brief moment what he said and remembered his last threat; before Aurelie requested a rationale for the new name.
"You screw with me...I end up empty handed...Mark the words.... I will come back and kill you...And your daughter..."
"When you build an army of robots and switch to easy mode, because hard mode was too much with us in the picture," he said, pointing to himself, then the telekinetic, followed by Flairer. In addition, just making them in the ******** first place. "Somebody has to disrespect your government name." And who better than the one that stayed dressed to impress?
The engine came to a purr and the Jet came to a descent on the structure. Soon after, it was gametime, as indicated with the ramp coming down for the team. Aureile formed a barrier in case of a "first attack" from their opposition. Normally they would be strategically placed from the Siren but the way a few of them entered the fray it appeared to be a free-for-all. One of the new members on the team, Wraith immediately displayed both a magnificent and foolish display. His entrance looked as if he was the Alpha's wildcard; one of the many aces in their sleeve. It wasn't a surprise given that he was still a new cat in all of this but the technique he displayed in his constructs was impressive.
"Do or do not Allegra, there is no try." Grandmaster Yodimitri stated. Others had teamed up as well shortly after and Dimitri came back into verbal tone and decided to side with the telekinetic and Flairer. "I got your back." While she had up her telekinetic shield, Dimitri entered on foot and brought in his left arm with his fist at his forehead. Molten energy began to conjure and shift until once again his construct of a tower shield just above 2 meters surfaced. There was a slight struggle between the Alpha and the turret's bullets but Dimitri's construct stood solid as rock against them. He gave himself just the right amount of space and began to shoot streams of lava at the turrets from his shield.
So much was happening from other viewpoints. Luckily Dimitri was close so far, only to see what Finn had pulled with the other newbie on the squad. He gritted his teeth and braced himself as a result of the diverted attention. "Finn! Amp! You're Okay!?" Then he turned his attention back on the turrets melting them down one by one. And then another hero played hero.
Dimitri looked over his shoulder with his other hand out ready to fire back but the Sentinel had launched an energy blast that Rectify had taken the brunt(100 percent) of the hit. "s**t!" They had just begun to get their feet wet and it was already time for some of them to head back out the beach? At least Lac had the more muscle to take the hit. "Rectify!"
"Should have did this out the gate..." He torched the last one gunning at him before the construct that was a tower shield began to lose its form and Dimitri's molten colored eyes looked towards the Sentinel responsible. With a simple jump off a quarter squat he was airborne. The Sentinel would noticed it out of its robotic vision and recenter its targeting scanner to the Playboy when its target barrel rolled and its view was suddenly obstructed. Then it started to reach temperatures its core skeleton(skull specifically) nor its complementary parts were unable to withstand, A jolt of Electricity danced along the molten skull and then it ceased all movement.
"Scenery's better up here anyway." Or was, before the fog rolled it and the cut off of electricity in certain spots on the field. All he asked for was one thing...
"Allegra, you guys okay down there?" he asked, keeping afloat with his thrusters, when he heard Marcel on the other end of the line and surmised where the fog's source was coming from.
"Oh you know, just sitting on cloud 9, wondering how long they want to keep this warm up going." Even though their teammates had already taken some damage early. "How are you?"
He zipped through the air again, focusing attention on the turrets once more. Multiple blasts of lava shot through his fingertips at the machines where their whirring sound would stop permanently. One would say someone with his caliber and past accomplishments needed to worry about the big time fishes in the sea, and he or she would be right when Siege chimed in on the chat. Dimitri once more replied back to their weapons expert.
"On my way..." then he switched his thrusters under his feet to a higher setting and made a beeline towards their position below, zigging and rolling in the process on the crossfire in the skies. He saw the Jedi and Siege makes moves below along with the newbie whose fire when it came to his guns were coming down to a kindle. Dimitri channeled energy into his hand, narrowed his eyes and concentrated through the fog to the Sentinel looking to mark off an Alpha tally.
His right hand was at the core and locked on. It supported a 3500 degree F sphere the diameter of a big rig Tire and with a thought shot through the fog like a dart hitting a bullseye. But the bullseye was the Sentinel's wrist and when it shot it stuck and began to quickly cover and pierce through whatever was mechanical. It's intricate software would quickly realize a malfunction in it's mechanical digits and carpal region. Ergo it's lock on and projectile capabilities would have been hindered against a projectile from Dimitri's highest echelon of temperature.
Should the sentinel look and scan the lavakinetic there was perhaps a window of opportunity sliding open like the house doors on a sunny day. Dimtiri tilted towards the sentinel and shined his fist towards the sentinel cooked up another batch; lower temperature this time before he fired it dead on at his face where his lava would swarm the surfaces of his head. If the sentinel blocked this one or took the option of taking the hit to fire one back, then yet again the sound of a window could have been heard in the ears of Wraith. It was almost as if Dimitri didn't' want to "steal his kill"
And he didn't.
D at this point calmed his thrusters and gave himself a landing point meters away from the Jedi and Siege and supercooled his lava. "Right behind you!" he shouted, jogging behind them and took a index finger to his communication device.
"Siren this is Playboy. Jedi, Siege and Myself are advancing into the core."(if i need to edit pm me)
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2017 7:36 am
August shot a glance to Gabe when the soldier spoke up about a suggestion. “I can try, but bubbles are a lot easier to control, darlin’. This ain’t a time for me to start missin’.” He continued to bubble as much as he could. He did get a few down by their head, but it was a clumsier attempt. The first time, he sent the drone spiralling through the air like a mess, and drag it down facing the wrong way before he had to lift it again before pulling it straight down for Gabe to get a good shot.
He tried again, pulling a drone down by the head. While this one was a little easier, it was taking a lot more out of him than he had ever wanted to exert. Trying to bubble such a small area was hard. His powers didn’t work that well to isolate such a small object, especially when it was part of a larger one. Sure, he could gravitate an apple, but that apple wasn’t attached to a door. Just like how he couldn’t just stop something from flying at them without grounding it first, it was getting to be too exhausting to try to work this way.
“There ain’t no way, hon, sorry.” He gave the blonde a sheepish look before his attention returned to the fight at hand. He brought his hand out and brought down another drone. Together, they pushed closer and closer toward the building. He pulled down drone after drone before movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention.
A turret came out of the ground. Gabe moved so quickly that August almost didn’t catch it as he was moving out of the way. Seeing Gabe use his powers was pretty cool. The blast destroyed the turret with ease. He looked over to Gabe when he stood again, his arm returning to normal. “Save ‘em for the big guys.”
He looked over his shoulder to see Dimitri closing in on their location. The company was certainly welcomed. He grinned, "Must be my lucky day to be surrounded by the two best lookin' boys on the team." His attention returned to the fight that was happening before them, the smile fading off of his face. He heard another voice, too. Wraith had come in from overhead and spoke out about the robotic lifeforms, essentially confirming what they already know. Much like zombies, or anything really, just aim for the head.
There was no telling what was inside of the building. He nodded and made another push for the building, pulling down drones one after another. Once they grew closer to the building, he grabbed two of the ground units and slammed them into one another before throwing them into the door. The impact bent the door and sent it flying open. He jumped over the twisted heap of metal of the two robots he had used as a battering ram as he entered the hallway. Once inside, he stopped and looked over at Gabe before giving a good look around the area.
He was starting to feel the sweat run down the back of his neck under the suit that he wore since he had exerted so much of his powers. He spoke into the comm. “Jedi, Playboy, and Siege are inside. Move in as fast as you can, I get the feelin’ that the bigger fish are in these walls.” He started to move forward slowly.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2017 9:05 am
Alice was happy that she wasn’t totally in her headspace for battle, otherwise she would have ran straight into Blake’s arm. She grinned as she dove into battle with the first wave that caused a few of the turrets to explode. Blake took form and disappeared from her view. That is until robots started exploding.
“Who’s the sassy one now, Cowboy!” She chided back into the comm for Blake. He had his own moments. Granted, half of them sounded like a thesaurus, but they were still sassy. It was that private education talking. Either way, she did well to keep herself focused on the fight.
She took down two robots on her own before slamming her hands together into another set of turrets that were within her range. She heard some comments over the comm and she looked around before letting out a long snort before she spoke to Jinx as well. “My poor virgin eyes.” She caught a look toward Blake before he disappeared and she threw herself back into battle.
The ground was turning into a mess of twisted metal between her powers and Blake’s. She wondered if the Alphas were starting to have the same kind of luck. They better be at least. Even if everything the two teams ever did was compete, if one of them failed in this kind of situation, then a lot of friends were going to die. That wasn’t something that Alice wanted to see.
She was in the middle of punching the face of one of the robots into the ground when Blake reformed beside her. Her eyes went up from where she was straddling the robot before she stood. She was sure that the thing was dead. “Think we can take down a few of them before they start moving? How much more can you take? I’ve been waiting for another opportunity to ******** one of those bastards up after the mall. And this time, it ain’t ending in a few broken ribs.”
She looked toward the building, wondering just what all it was that Blake had seen inside and wanted to see it for herself. “Should we use the door, or should I make one?” She looked over at him and grinned, hoping that he really chose the latter. Too bad that they didn’t fully know what was inside of that facility, otherwise she would have sent the whole building down on top of the robotic bastards and called it a day.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2017 9:15 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 12, 2017 6:16 pm
Gabriel Byrne
Location: Mission Site
Thoughts: Big bot on campus! “No worries, just a thought.” he replied to August, “Figured dropping a robot’s skull through it’s a** might be a fast way of dispatching these things.” Which in fairness, would be quite effective. As well as these things were made, gravity was certainly a true force of nature. No matter though, the marksman continued on, semiautomatic rounds hitting their target with precision. He soon heard Wraith’s voice, highlighting that the bodies were designed on humans, meaning the joints would be easier to damage. He took note of the shadow manipulator’s changed gait, and overall mannerisms, it was somewhat unsettling to see this shift. This sort of disassociation, it was something he was going to need to talk to the new recruit about that at some point. Or rather, he was going to need someone to talk to him about it. The ability separate oneself from the things they do is one thing, but it’s another to completely deny oneself in a way that results in the such a shift in their personality. Soon a turret came up to greet the three of them, with Gabriel quickly dispatching it with his mutation, the sensation of the tungsten metal sliding out of his body was quickly over-ridden by the immediate drain in energy he experienced. Wraith took the initiative and moved forward without them, the boom of a standard Sentinel came into their presence. The big boy Sentinel, the one that these guys made to hunt and exterminate mutants. Wraith took charge, to fight this monstrous beast. He ducked and weaved out of the way of a couple energy blasts as he raised his weapon up, firing off shots at the head. Hoping that they’d designed the eyes to not withstand armor piercing rounds. But before things got too crazy, before Wraith was about to get his ticket punched, the sight of a fiery vengeance-fueled projectible came into his vision. The ball of flame and magma ripped through the Sentinel with ease, leaving it to Wraith and the others to finish it off. Gabe continued to fire, several more rounds hit the chest cavity, and he waved to the others as August managed to tear down a door into the building. The fireball was soon revealed to be the resident lavakinetic, Dimitri, who jogged in behind them. He gave him a thumbs up, thanking him for the support. He quickly waved to Wraith, urging him to finish the job or get a move on. “We got bigger circuits to fry!” he yelled, following the gravity manipulator inside. The inside was a perfectly clean, stainless, pretty much immaculate. Raising his comms, he looked around “All Alphas, this is Siege. I am with Wraith, Jedi, and Playboy. And we are advancing our way to the Master Mold, there should be a clear path for anyone looking to reinforce.” he kept his weapon trained, not expecting anything other than the unexpected in this case. The marksman was not about to get caught with his metaphorical pants down in the face of these mechanical nightmares. Making his way down the hall, they were soon coming to the sight of a massive factory floor. Truly massive, the far bigger than the building itself would suggest. It appeared that they’d done some excavating, digging out several stories worth of earth to accommodate for a much larger manufacturing space. “Holy s**t…” he muttered to himself. These things had created a massive production floor, building an army. They needed to tear this down to the ground. “Guys I think the core is this direction.” he said, pointing into the massive churning industrial zone. OOC: Post is blah, lemme know of any issues!
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2017 8:34 am
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His cheeky grin grew at Felix’s response to a party. “Well, it’s what you do with the legs in said lap that make an event.” He said matter-of-factly, only snickering when Cissa chose that time to remove her heels from Felix’s lap, lest he get any of the native’s lecherous ideas and actually act on them.
Turbulence rocked them back to reality, and Aren tensed when Narcissa told them that this was their last chance to back out. Chocolate eyes stared down at his feet, his stomach in knots. None of this life was for him, a pacifist by nature. Readying himself, the native took several slow breaths, his eyes closing lazily as he justified the need for war in his head. Felix instructed him not to die, and Aren let a devil-may-care shrug roll his shoulders. “I don’t plan on letting some robots take me out any time in the future.”
He wasn’t ready for this. And yet, his steps were in line with Narcissa’s as his golden eagle mask appeared just in time to hide his features. Following Bobby down the ice slide, Aren’s arrows seemed to short out the first robot in his sight. Several others worked on turrets, and it wasn’t until Jinx’s voice sounded on his comm, that Aren glanced over his shoulder to see just what she didn’t want them to.
“Ki’somma…” He managed to get out with a few bouts of laughter wrenching his sides, nodding toward the very graphic statue. “I think we all know what’s on her mind.” He remarked to their fearless leader, just as she blasted a turret to the right of them. In between shots, he switched channels to Felix. “I have to give props to the master here. Two seconds on your back, and it’s pretty clear what she’s thinking of.” He didn’t really get a chance to laugh about it further, as Iceman pressed forward, just behind a reappearing Amarillo, who told instructed them not to waste their energies on the toys in the yard.
“Copy that.” He said with a nod, sliding easily on the ice beneath his feet. Life in the mountains had prepared him for that at least. Rounding the corner that Blake had just come back through, Aren’s heart quickened at the sight of the sentinels. No way that they had enough man power to fight all of them if they should turn on. “Uh, I’m going that way. Try to find a control room where we can shut them down and destroy them without resistance.” He said, moving away from the army and into one of the side halls, leaving his teammates behind for the moment.
The corridors weren’t all that well lit, brightening only when the flashing light above the alarms blinked on through the duration of the screeching. Grimacing from the ear-piercing noise, he shook his head. Annoyed, Aren flung arrows to short out the system’s sound every ten feet or so, retrieving the arrows as he caught up to them. He had been looking for some sort of security booth, something, anything that might give them the ability to short out the sentinels before they started…
He hadn’t expected to find holding cells.
“Hello?” He called out, his eyes narrowing as he readied himself for some sort of fight. He heard something move, and Aren shrunk down to the size of an ant to avoid detection. Sprinting across the floor, he only made himself normal when he saw a prisoner. Disoriented from the sudden change in perception, he took a split second to take her in. Ignoring any warning bells that said she was potentially dangerous and that’s why she was caged, Aren didn’t hesitated to try and free her.
Dark hair, bright green eyes…. Sallow and sickly. She looked like she needed medical attention. “What are you doing in there when all the action is out there?” He asked, a small smile hidden at the corner of his mouth, belying that he didn’t really need an answer as he pointed toward all the noises of explosions outside. Moving over to the bars, he pulled on them to no avail. “Uh, stand back. I got something that might work.” Shooting the furthest set of bars from the girl, a small explosion caused smoke to fill the room. His eyes watered, and he nearly cursed as the air cleared again. It hadn’t worked. They seemed to be made of something harder than steel… If he couldn’t blast through them… Wracking his brain for a solution that didn’t involve tracking down some man who might have a stack of a hundred keys he didn’t have patience for, Aren remembered one person who’d be able to get past these with no fuss.
Shrinking down, he ran between the bars and reappeared next to her. Pulling out a bag of Doritos from behind his quiver, he handed them to her. “Here. Have a snack. I know someone who can get you out of here. I uh, just need to go get her from the plane. Hold tight. I’ll be right back.” Shrinking down just enough to slip through the bars, his chocolate eyes took in the prisoner once more. She might be pretty if they got her cleaned up and less sick.
“I won’t leave you to rot in the cell. I promise.” Changing the channel on his comm, he broadcasted to Daylia. “I have need of your unique skillset. So take a Pepto and be ready, because I’m coming back for you.”
Doubling back, it was easier to sprint toward the plane than away from it, the field left smoking from all of the fire and destruction they’d rained on the facility’s alarm system. He didn’t seem out of breath when he reached the plane, but Daylia was nowhere in sight. If it hadn’t been for the light illuminating underneath the bathroom’s door, he would have thought she had turned invisible to avoid him. With no sense of manners, he knocked on the door. “Hey, did you get my message? I need you to spring someone from jail in there. Bars are made of something I can’t move or explode, so… come on, will ya?”
Remembering her usual partner in crime's mishap on the field, Aren chuckled. "Besides... you have to at least take a peek outside. You leave Gracie alone for two seconds, and she makes moving monuments in honor of Felix. Even for a speedster, he works fast."
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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2017 10:23 am
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