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Post by Logan on Dec 17, 2003 10:34:12 GMT -4
Logan had ripped a good size hole in the back of the Sentinel and was continuing to tear into it like he was digging a hole. Bits of metal and wire flew into the air as he bored into the Sentinel.
Then suddenly he froze, one claw still embedded in the back of the giant machine. His eyes rolled back in his head as unbearable amounts of electricity lit him up. He couldn't move or think. It just felt like he was being cooked from the inside out.
His teeth ground together and he had no choice but to ride this out. He couldn't move if he tried.
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Post by Gambit on Dec 17, 2003 10:35:57 GMT -4
Gambit slid to a stop as a giant foot appeared directly in front of him. Grateful for his enhanced agility, he managed to dive out of the way, the foam just missing him. He hit the ground hard this time, knocking the wind out of him, but he quickly leapt to his feet. Sending another flurry of cards, this time aimed at the cannon, he tried to ignore his laboured breathing as slipped past the Sentinal.
You jus’ had ta t’ink it, didn’t you homme? Guess you don’ have ta say it out loud ta jinx y’self no more. Dis not be my day!
Going with the theory that a moving target is a hard target, and an unpredictable one is even harder, Gambit ran in a sporadic zigzag path toward the centre building that was now in his sights.
Not dat much furt’er… I wonder how de ot’ers are holdin’ up…
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Post by Sentinel on Dec 17, 2003 14:00:28 GMT -4
Reacting to its elusive target, Sentinel 3B opted to switch tactics.
"Mutant. 24. exhibiting. enhanced. reflexes.. Compensating..."
Its eyes glowed red, emitting a thin beam of intense laser that shattered the edge of one of the buildings with a hiss and sent a rain of rubble and cement down on the fleeing mutant.
Not far away, Sentinel 3A spun quickly and leaned its weight into a wall, simultaneously attempting to shake Wolverine loose and to sandwich him against the hard outer surface of the building.
The wall cracked under the sudden pressure.
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Post by Guido Carosella on Dec 17, 2003 14:06:04 GMT -4
OOC: Yikes! Lemme backtrack a bit. Sorry for disappearing, but this flu bug really kicked my butt for the last few days.
Guido had scarcely enough time to recover from the shock of seeing the enormous Sentinel appear, than he was buried in a rapidly-coagulating pile of foam.
Pfft. Industrial strength silly string? Is this tha best they can do?
Smirking, Guido began flexing his chest and drawing his arms outward and upward, in an attempt to wrench homself free. The foam held despite his best efforts, and his face was beginning to turn beet red from the exertion.
Holy smokes. I gotta get me some of this stuff.
His eyes widened as Logan leaped to his side, brandishing his claws and slashing the constricting foam to ribbons.
"Thanks, fella. C'mon Sparky. Time ta flick yer Bic."
From the looks of it, the giant machines were attempting to capture them alive, hence their over-zealous use of their foam guns. Logan had already climbed on the back of one of the Sentinels and was slashing away, while Gambit appeared to be making a dash for a central bunker. From the looks of the antennas and dishes on the roof, it was probably a command center of sorts.
We gotta do somethin' about those foam guns, else it's gonna be a long night. Looks like Gambit could use a distraction, too. Hmmm, two birds with one stone...
He wrenched up a nearby light pole and brandished it like a bat.
"Hey! Optimus Prime! Over here!"
The Sentinel turned its cold lifeless eyes on him, and Guido recoiled a bit. Recovering himself, he hurled the pole javelin-like into the chest cavity of the robot, missing the foam gun but knocking the mounting askew.
"Ah, good enough. Now I need ta finish...what's that smell?"
There was a faint ozone smell in the air, and a crackling of energy. Guido turned around and saw Logan, with his claws still in the back of his Sentinel, jerking and twitching as electrical currents flowed through him.
"Logan!"
Gotta get him loose somehow. Can't touch him, or I'll end up a crispy critter myself.
His eye fell on a support beam laying in what used to be a supply building.
Perfect. Might hurt a bit, but he'll thank me later.
He hurled the beam end-over-end towards Logan, roughly knocking him loose and sending him sprawling.
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Post by Logan on Dec 17, 2003 14:24:37 GMT -4
Miliseconds before he would have been a pancake on the wall, Logan was smacked hard with a large metal object and knocked loose. Hitting the ground hard, he tumbled to a stop face down on the concrete, his body was still twitching and jerking from the electricity that had coursed through him and the ends of his hair were smoking.
It took all of his strength and focus to peel himself off of the cement and just groan. The cuts on his face were already heeling up and disappearing. He gave a slight scowl to Guido. "Thanks a lot bub!" His voice was scratchy and hoarse.
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Post by Gambit on Dec 17, 2003 16:11:48 GMT -4
Gambit was knocked to the ground as the corner of a building collapsed, burying him in the rubble. Coughing, he struggled to free himself from the debris, hissing as he felt a burning in his side. Pulling himself free, he rolled down the pile of concrete, and landed on his back on the ground. Reaching a hand over to his side, he pulled it back to reveal blood on his few gloveless fingers. A piece of rebar had left a deep gash in his left side.
Seeing the Sentinal was preoccupied for a moment, Gambit forced himself to his feet, holding his side as he limped for the building. Muttering some French curses under his breath, he tripped just out side the door, before stumbling through and closing it behind him. Leaning heavily against the door, he looked around the room that was lit by many screens and flashing buttons.
He had made it.
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Post by Sentinel on Dec 17, 2003 22:59:30 GMT -4
Silently at first, and then with a rumble of broken concrete and crashing metal the Sentinel thrust its arm through the doorway after the elusive Mutant 24. Just beyond the limit it could grasp, it instead struck him and sent him skidding across the floor and into some equipment.
"Tactical Query:?", the Sentinel asked to no one visible. "Mutant. 24. currently. occupies. facility. designated. Highly. Secure.."
Apparently it received some instruction, because it then said, "Sentinel. 3B. Confirmed.. Adjusting. Interaction. Parameters.. "
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Sentinel 3A assessed its opponents and its options. Moving quickly, it decided to eliminate distractions and pursue its primary goal. The Sentinel threw its fist heavily down on the mutant it had entered into the system as #34 and left a crater in the tarmac. As it did so, it addressed its target with the only name it had so far heard. "Mutant. 34. Designation. Bub. not. a. primary. target."
In a step it covered the distance to its objective and hoisted the injured mutant into one its gigantic fists. It held him tightly.
"Mutant. Designation. Wolverine. apprehended.", it told whoever it thought was listening. "Preparing. to. transport."
With that, there was a metallic sound and a hum as the Sentinel's boot jets warmed in preparation for ignition.
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Post by Gambit on Dec 17, 2003 23:22:12 GMT -4
Just when he thought he could take a minute to breath, a large fist burst through the door behind Gambit, sending his sliding across the floor into the large computer terminals. He head hit the base of one, causing his vision to flash white momentarily. Squeezing his eyes tightly closed, he reached up to rub the back of his head, relieved that there was no cut.
Struggling into a sitting position, with his back leaning against the computer, Gambit took a few ragged breaths, as he watched the giant hand retreat through the hole where the door once was. Grasping desperately at the gash in his side, he pulled himself to his feet, attempting to focus at the mission at hand.
Get de information first, worry ‘bout de pain later.
Removing his hand from his injury, Gambit pressed a few buttons on the computer, leaving bloody fingerprints as he went. Turning to look back at the door behind him, he hissed in pain.
Easier said den done!
Swallowing hard, he noticed a metal case in the corner, with a heavy duty lock on it.
If I be somet’in’ important, where would I hide? Why in de locked box, o’ course!
Grining, he limped over to the metal cabinet, assessing the lock.
Ta do dis de proper way, or de easy way?
Charging the lock, he stepped back as it exploded, allowing him access to the cabinet and its contents.
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Post by Logan on Dec 17, 2003 23:23:46 GMT -4
Still recovering from the shock that would have killed anyone else, Logan barely saw any of what came next. The words had barely come out of his mouth to Guido and suddenly Guido was disappearing under a massive fist that fell from the sky. A second later and Logan was in the air.
These things ain't nuthin like the ones we fought before! They're killin us!
Anger took over. No way was he going to let anything happen to any of the students here. As the Sentinel who carried him began to vibrate and he could hear the sounds of the jets beneath him begin to fire, he looked down and saw Pyro peering out from behind the foam mound that had ensconced him minutes ago.
The lad looked down at the flames licking out from beneath the boots and a devilish smile passed over his lips. With a scooping motion of his hands he drew the flames from the boots over to him and formed a large ball of fire that he rebounded at once and sent hurtling at the Sentinels chest. It struck him hard and knocked him back a little, loosening his grip on Logan.
That's juss what I needed kid!
Logan dug his claws into the fingers of the Sentinel, slicing off the top one and watching it fall to the cement below. While Pyro shot another missile of fire at the Sentinel, rocking him back again, Logan sliced through two more fingers and hopped up onto the arm. "Time ta die Voltron!" Both claws extended he lunged for the face with a viscious snarl.
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Post by avalanche on Dec 18, 2003 0:35:13 GMT -4
(OOC: I'm back!!! YAY!!! And I am so sorry for leaving you guys hanging without notice.)
Pyro grinned as Logan was able to free himself and attack the Sentinels face. Before all of this Pyro was thinking of running away and leaving the others. Oy dont know what oy'm doin'. Oy should 'ave took me chance and ran away........no, what e ya alkin' bout mate. They're your teammates, we came 'ere togetha and we'll leave 'ere togetha....or we wont leave at all.
Pyro figured Logan was doing fine now and Guido needed more help. "Ere oy come mate." Pyro ran to the crater in which Guido lay at the bottom motion-less. Oh no...this doesnt look good. 'E cant be.....no, there's no way 'e is that. Pyro kneeled down beside Guido and placed his hand on the mammoths shoulder. "Your gonna be ok mate, come on get up.....You'll be fine oy promise......Ya gotte be ok."
Pyro looked around nervously trying to think of something he could do, he complety forgot about the Sentinels because he was worried about Guido and the safety of the others.
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Post by Sentinel on Dec 18, 2003 1:03:09 GMT -4
Sentinel 3A had already been poised to recapture Wolverine with its remaining good hand when the mutant lunged from its other arm and toward its face. Siezing the opportunity, and the mutant itself, the Sentinel did something that might have seemed insane if it had actually been anything other than metal and circuitry. It did not move to defend itself. Rather, it grabbed the airborne mutant and assisted him in reaching his goal -- driving Wolverine's claws hard into the sophisticated mesh of metal components that made up the part of its face under its blunt nose. So hard, in fact, that it drove his hands through the metal until they were tightly wedged. Blood shot out of the holes and down the Sentinel's face giving the impression that the mutant had given the giant robot a bloody nose. He had, but the blood was his own.
From its mouth, the Sentinel released a cloud of nearly invisible but foul smelling gas - nerve gas - and Wolverine was immersed in it.
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Sentinel 3B continued its pursuit of Mutant 24. Unable to enter the building it put its hand into the doorway and lifted. The roof of the building began to peel back with a roar and a shower of sparks that knocked out the lights inside. The computer systems were unaffected by the outage.
Moving forward, lifting and ripping the building's roof as it went, the Sentinel pushed closer to its target.
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Post by Gambit on Dec 18, 2003 12:14:20 GMT -4
Searching through the large cabinet, the first thing Gambit found was a lab coat. Tearing a few shreds off it, he made a quick makeshift bandage for his injury. Upon a second glance, he saw nothing else of use on any of the shelves. About to give up, he glanced once more at the bottom shelf, and smiled.
Crouching down, he ran his fingers around the edges of the shelf until he heard a soft click, and the metal square came loose in his hands. Removing it, he revealed a hidden compartment at the very bottom of the cabinet.
“Predictable,” Gambit said to himself with a grin, as he began gathering up the scattered minidisks that littered the compartment. Finding a small bag in there as well, he was about to start stuffing the disks into it, when he noticed some writing on it.
“Top secret? Might as well write ‘Take me, I be important’ on it,” he continued, before opening the bag and peering inside. There was one lone disk, with the words "Sentinel Project: // Command and Control Codec /Satellite Communications Uplink" typed on it.
Suddenly, the giant hand was thrust through the door again, where it proceeded to rip the roof from the building. Looking on with wide eyes, Gambit quickly gathered all the disks, stuffing them into the bag, and backing away to the far end of the building. Bumping into one of the computers, he spun around to face it. Glancing quickly between the slowly disappearing roof, and the computer, he decided to hold out to the last minute, and try to get what information he could.
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Post by Sentinel on Dec 18, 2003 19:25:58 GMT -4
Sentinel 3B located its quarry at a stationary position within its tactical range. Holding the crumbling roof structure before it with its left hand it aimed its right arm at the mutant whose attention had turned to the computer console. From the upper portion of its forearm, a panel slid open and a launching mechanism snapped quietly into place.
With a whoosh of moving air the two foot projectile shot from the Sentinel's arm with high velocity. Immediately upon separation, the projectile expanded in telescoping segments becoming an 8 foot lance of gleaming white metal that hurtled toward its target with a wicked-looking razor sharp point.
As it fired, the Sentinel informed its unknown listener, "Executing. prejudicial. termination. order.. Target: Mutant. 24.."
Halfway across the distance to its target, and at the point where the building's roof bent under the pressure of the Sentinel's destruction an iron beam suddenly found that gravity's exertion was more compelling than that of the Sentinel and it broke loose meeting the projectile lance as it passed by on its way. The interruption did not stop the lance, but it did influence its trajectory. The lance hit the console and stuck to the right and a little above the startled mutant as the support beam crashed to the floor.
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Post by Logan on Dec 18, 2003 20:30:25 GMT -4
Logan turned a bleary eye toward the Sentinel. A noxious smelling gas was coming out of it and Logan felt more than a little disoriented. Instead of one Sentinel face that he was dangling by from the tips of his claws there was three. He shook his head to try and clear his vision, but it only made things worse.
Looking down he could see Guido stirring and getting up out of the crater that he had been smashed in. Pretty impreshive.
Logan looked down to him and could barely get the words out. "Hey strong guy!" He said sarcastically, "Wanna gimme a hand?"
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Post by Gambit on Dec 18, 2003 21:43:43 GMT -4
Gambit jumped back when a long, metal spear impaled the computer he was working on, sending a shower of sparks into the air. Before he could react, the screen went black, and then proceeded to show what appeared to be a clock counting down.
“Initiating self destruct sequence. Minus 1 minute, 55 seconds and counting,” a computerized voice said, as the numbers continued to diminish.
“Looks like I overstayed my welcome. I’ll jus’ be goin’ on my way,” Gambit said to the Sentinal, before noticing the door was blocked. “Maybe I take de back door…”
Rushing over to the cabinet, he pulled it away from the wall, revealing one of the few sections not containing equipment. Removing his bloodstained gloves, he placed both hands on the wall, watching as a quickly widening circle of purple light overtook it. Pulling back, he dove behind the cabinet, grunting in pain as he aggravated his wound.
As the explosion shook the building, the clock hit one minute. Coughing on the dust in the air, Gambit leapt through the freshly made hole in the wall, and into the cool night air.
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