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Post by Guido Carosella on Dec 19, 2003 11:45:26 GMT -4
Guido swore he could hear tweety birds in the background, afer the Sentinel's
fist descended out of nowhere and buried him in the tarmac.
He lay stunned for several moments. He was uninjured, but the immense amount
of kinetic energy from the blow was almost overwhelming, as his muscles
bulged and swelled to even more grotesque proportions than usual.
He was dimly aware of someone shaking his shoulder and telling him to wake
up.
"No school, Mom. Okay, five more minutes."
He groggily raised his head and saw Pyro peering down at him. Apparently
satisfied that Guido was okay, Pyro grinned, patted him on the shoulder, and
proceeded to barbecue one of the giant robots.
Unhhh. Gonna feel that one in tha mornin'. Gotta unload this, quick.
He clambered out of the crater, and dimly heard Logan shouting at him.
Now what?
He looked up, and up, and saw Logan dangling by his hands from the Sentinel's
"mouth," almost looking like the robot was chewing on his fingers. Ouch.
Guido charged the Sentinal, leaping on a nearby bunker and grasping the
robot's hand as its arm swatted at him. Gouging his fingers in the armor
plating, he dragged himself hand-over-hand towards the head. A noxious odor
greeted him as he hopped to his feet on the Sentinel's shoulder, and his
stomach did a slow roll and dip to the left. He could see Logan's eyes begin
to roll back in his head. Great. Gas.
"Hang on, buddy. No really, I mean it. Hang on."
Grunting with exertion, Guido jammed his fingers in the joint where the
Sentinel's head met its neck. Bracing himself and lifting, the head started
to tear loose in a screech of tortured metal and a shower of sparks. With a
final effort, the Sentinel's head came free, and Guido lifted it bodily over
his head (with Logan stil attached) and leaped clear of the flailing arms and
stomping feet of the machine.
Dropping the head, he rolled it slightly so he could reach Logan, and gently
tugged him free from the mesh in the Sentinel's mouth.
"Hey, can ya hear me, guy? C'mon, don't leave us hangin here. Come on
back."
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Post by Logan on Dec 19, 2003 12:10:25 GMT -4
The gash on his cheek and his bloody nose were already starting to heal, but Logan could still see three Guidos staring down at him-a sight that under the best circumstances would have been disturbing. These were not the best circumstances.
Logan rolled over with a groan and retracted his claws, bringing a quickly healing hand to his head and trying not to toss his cookies all over the cement. He looked over at one of the Guidos (which happened to be to the right of the actual Guido) and said, “Looks like we won this round.”<br>
It was right about then that the ground started to shake again.
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Post by Guido Carosella on Dec 19, 2003 13:06:01 GMT -4
Guido sighed in relief as Logan slowly came to, even though he seemed to be talking to Guido's right shoulder.
"Hey good ta have ya back. Couldn't leave ya just hangin around, could I? Heh."
Logan glared at him, then his eyes widened a bit as he looked behind Guido.
Guido could feel the tremors in the ground, as they burned through his muscles just like any other kind of kinetic energy. He winced, then the realization hit him.
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Post by Sentinel on Dec 19, 2003 14:10:11 GMT -4
Whether it simply tripped and toppled or decided to somehow perform a pro wrestling-style body slam on the mutant that had removed its head wasn't clear, but the decapitated Sentinel 3A fell bodily, driving the mutant into the ground under its full weight. It was a matter of inches that kept it from doing the same to Wolverine.
Oddly, it continued to speak even without its head. "Se*tinel. 3A. *crrk* attempting. capture. of. *squawk*tant. Designation. Wolverine.." If flailed and fumbled about with its arms still sensing the mutant it could no longer see.
Its vacant neck shot streams of sparks in bursts of small fireworks. "Mutant. Designation. Strong-Guy. currently. subdued.", it said. "Uploading. related. observ*tions.."
Streams of liquid began pouring from some unseen fracture in the Sentinel's armor. Wolverine's attack had punctured some component or fuel tank that now caused the unit to emit gallons in an ever widening pool of pungent fluid. Fumes from the spill began to shift and waver the light seen through them.
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Post by Sentinel on Dec 19, 2003 14:22:46 GMT -4
A rumble of jets and a ring of six bright yellow and orange fireballs descending from the sky announced the arrival of additional Sentinels. Three massive robots, indistinguishable from those already on the scene, began to appear out of the night as fire shot from jets in their feet. In a few moments, they would land.
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Post by Logan on Dec 19, 2003 15:12:26 GMT -4
As his vision began to clear, Logan saw what was happening with all too much clarity. The giant Sentinel toppled and fell over onto Guido, stating with what Logan detected was toneless pride that it had subdued “Strong Guy”. Only his bug-eyed face was sticking out from under the massive Sentinel. Guido blinked a couple of times and veins seemed to pop out all over him.
Seeing the sparks showering out from the neck of the Sentinel and breathing in the smell of the fuel, Logan knew he needed to get Guido out of there quick. Sniffing his uniform he noticed that he had been covered in the fuel. This could get ugly real quick!
It was then that he noticed that Pyro was taking advantage of a fire nearby to attack the Sentinels that were descending from the night sky. Logan turned to him and shouted “NO! We gotta get outta-” when the air started to shimmer around him. Oh great!
He dove to the ground and shielded Guido’s head just in time as an explosion of sorts filled the air with wild amounts of flame. Logan was consumed in the fire, but he used all of the remainder of his strength to push the Sentinel body up a little for Guido to pull himself out-not even noticing that his efforts were in not required. He tried to speak, but fire had burned away most of his face.
Then suddenly everything went black.
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Post by Gambit on Dec 19, 2003 16:04:42 GMT -4
As the Sentinal was still preoccupied holding up the roof of the building, Gambit slipped into the shadows, before turning and running full tilt to where he had left the others. Checking quickly that the bag of disks were still in his pocket, he gripped tightly at his side, clenching his jaw against the pain.
When the clearing finally came into sight, Gambit stopped in his tracks as he tried to digest the sight before him. Three more Sentinals had just arrived on the scene, but had yet to touch down; Pyro was having a grand old time attempting to fry them; one of the Sentinals had been taken down, and was spewing sparks and some sort of liquid, most likely flammable…<br>
“Merde…” Gambit managed to whisper, before the sky lit up with another explosion. Between Pyro’s flames, the exploding control room, and the sparking Sentinal, it seemed as if the explosions were coming from all directions, as the Cajun stumbled to the ground, as the buildings around him met the fate of the control room.
Looking up from his position on his hands and knees, he saw the body of the downed Sentinal get pushed to the side, and a horrified Guido looking at…<br>
“Non…” Remy muttered, his red on black eyes opening wide at the sight before him. It was Logan, or what appeared to be Logan, only recognizable by the shredded yellow and black uniform. His body had been scorched, the raw burns bubbling in places, and the dancing firelight reflected in the adamantium skull, the face of which was devoid of any skin.
“NO!” Gambit yelled, struggling to his feet, and bolting for his fallen team mate, his eyes now burning red to match the flames around him.
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Post by Guido Carosella on Dec 19, 2003 16:43:11 GMT -4
Guido had scarcely enough time to catch his breath when a shadow loomed over them, and Logan's eyes widened.
Cripes, not again...
With a thunderous crash, the unbelievable weight of the disabled Sentinel came literally crashing down on his shoulders, driving him into the ground like a nail. The excrucuating pain of his muscles nearly ripping free of his skin as they fed off the impact's energy snapped him back from the initial shock.
Guido's vision began to turn red and cloudy, and he heard nothing but a high pitched ringing in his ears. With a howl of agony, he began lifting the fallen machine off of his back.
As he began to rise, he became aware of an acrid fume that stung his eyes and notrils. Gas! I gotta get outta here!
He opened his eyes a crack and saw Logan diving towards his head.
"What are you, crazy? Get yerself outta..."
KAWHOOM!
The sudden ignition of the gas sent a wave of hot air out that momentarily lifted the giant machine off of Guido's shoulders.
The next few seconds seemed like an eternity.
The weight of the machine was off his shoulders, but he was still largely buried by the Sentinel's impact. Logan had dove over his head just as the fuel ignited and the flames swirled around them. The intense heat and concussion of the explosion was nearly unbearable. He was able to get an arm
free and was pushing the red-hot hulk off of him, and he saw Logan appearing to strain at lifting the machine.
"Don't worry about me, I got this. Just be ready with tha garden hose when I...Oh sweet mercy."
Logan did not move or speak. Guido lifted the machine high enough to escape Logan's grasp, as he remained frozen in position, kneeling on the ground with his arms raised. Guido was horrified to see Logan's shining adamantium skeleton poking through great gashes in his charred skin and clothes.
With several mighty heaves, he was able to wrench the machine's torso around enought to give him room to wriggle out. He clambered shakily to his feet, and gaped at Logan, completely unsure what to do next.
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Post by Gambit on Dec 19, 2003 17:11:04 GMT -4
After what seemed like hours, but was truly only seconds, Gambit reached the spot where Guido now stood. Getting a closer look, the situation only looked grimmer.
“Mon Dieu…” he muttered, before managing to tear his eyes away from the horrific sight. Clenching and unclenching his jaw, he attempted to clear his head, to sort his thoughts. But they were all a jumbled mess of pain, terror, guilt… the list goes on and on. But eventually he was able to latch onto a single, rational thought.
“We gotta get outta here,” he said to Guido, opening his eyes, which still blazed red. “We can’t beat dem!”<br>
Not wit’out Logan. It took de three o’ dem jus’ ta take down one! While you were off playin’ computer games, dey were fightin’. You jus’ left dem.
Shaking his head furiously, Gambit grabbed Guido’s arm, demanding his attention.
“Dere’s not’in’ we can do fo’ him now! Now grab Pyro, an’ let’s get de hell outta here!” he said harshy, before turning his back on Logan’s body to search out the pyromaniac.
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Post by Sentinel on Dec 19, 2003 17:46:59 GMT -4
Almost silently, Sentinel 3A stirred and pulled itself up. Its sensors searched the area and locked onto its motionless primary target. Fuel covered the Sentinel's arms and torso as it grabbed Wolverine's motionless form. With a whoosh and a great blast of air it burst into flames.
It stood. And burned. Flames drove upward on its arms and lit the body of the fallen mutant alight.
Holding its prize aloft like some horrifying headless Statue of Liberty, the Sentinel shot skyward with an explosion as its boot jets ignited the remaining fuel that covered the ground.
The sound of its fading jets was lost as the three arriving Sentinels landed. Two headed for the flaming confusion, their eyes burning red against the blackness of their silhouettes. The other turned to seek the mutants' waiting Blackbird.
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Post by Guido Carosella on Dec 19, 2003 17:52:49 GMT -4
Guido's mind was brought back from shutdown mode by the sudden appearance of Gambit. The Cajun seemed just as shocked as he was, but definitely recovered his wits faster.
At Gambit's insistence that they go, Guido balked. "We can't just leave 'im here," he whispered feebly.
That decision was made for him, as the burning, headless machine clambered awkwardly to its feet, snatched Logan aloft, and blasted into the night sky.
Something died inside of Guido. A bit of innocence, most likely. He had been in more than one fight, but never one this intense, and never one where someone he looked up to and respected didn't walk away from it. His heart seemed to turn into a lump of cold coal all of a sudden, and he knew what had to be done.
Spitting out a mouthful of dirt and ash, he bellowed at the top of his lungs. "PYRO! WE ARE LEEEEEEEAVING!"
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Post by avalanche on Dec 19, 2003 18:14:35 GMT -4
(OOC: looks like I missed another time for pyro. Stupid school! *shakes fist* Well Its finally Winter Break so I'll be here more often.YAY!)
(Flashing Back a little)
Watching Guido get smashed by the head-less Sentinal filled Pyro with intense anger. He was about to run back to Guido and Logan when three other Sentinals appeared in the sky, with fire from their boots. Now there's somethin' Oy can use. Opening his arms Pyro concentraited on the flames coming from the Sentinals boots and took control of them. Making huge fire balls Pyro began to unleash a Hell-like attack.
Fire was being thrown everywhere covering most of the base in flames. Standing in the middle of all the fire just made Pyro even more insane. He began to cackle as a huge explosion happened right next to him where Logan and Guido were last seen by Pyro. He didnt really pay much attention to it because he was still bombarding the three air-born Sentinals. Pyro was running out of time before the Sentinals would land, so making one last huge fire ball he hurled it at the three machines like a bowling ball at the pins.
Pyro sighed a sigh of relief as the huge ball engulfed the three machines. As the fire in the sky diminished there was only smoke. But just like nightmare it wasnt over, the three Sentinals landed and appeared to have taken very little damage. No way.....'ow the 'ell can we beat them if they can take so much? Then as if his mind had been read, Pyro heard Guido shout that they were leaving. Turning quickly to the others Pyro shouted as he ran to them. "OK OY'M ON THE WAY!"
Oy 'ope we can make it outta 'ere.
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Post by Gambit on Dec 19, 2003 18:27:35 GMT -4
As Pyro came running for them, Gambit made a last ditch effort to at least confuse the Sentinals, and provide them some cover. Removing two handfuls of cards from his duster, he charged them, before flinging them in a wide arc in front of him. They ignited small explosions in a half circle between the Sentinals, and the now fleeing mutants.
As they ran through the gate, a few more of the buildings blew up behind them. Finally reaching the Blackbird, Gambit jumped into the pilot’s seat, opening both the hatches for Pyro and Guido to enter. His eyes now returned to normal, his expression a perfect poker face, he mimicked Logan’s earlier motions of starting the jet, as he waited for the other two to board.
He tought me ta fly dis t’ing. Almost like he knew he wouldn’t… No! I gotta focus! No more t’oughts!
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Post by avalanche on Dec 19, 2003 18:39:57 GMT -4
As the three made their way onto the Blackbird, Pyro made his way up and sat in the Co-Pilots seat. He watched Gambit hit a few buttons and the Blackbird lifted as it began to take them back home to the mansion. Looking out the window a thought hit Pyro...where was Logan? Turning to Gambit Pyro asked in a low voice. "Psst mate.....wheres Logan at? Oy didnt see 'im when we were runnin' or when we boarded this bird."
The look Gambit gave Pyro sent a chill down his back and he knew good news was not on the way. Pyro swallowed hard and waited for the news.
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Post by Gambit on Dec 19, 2003 18:50:56 GMT -4
As Guido climbed in the back, and Pyro in the seat next to Gambit’s, the Cajun executed a shaky takeoff, and headed for the mansion. He tried to keep his mind on flying, but the second Pyro spoke, all the thoughts and images came flooding back. His poker face breaking, he looked to his friend with haunted eyes.
“He… he didn’t make it,” he said quietly, turning his gaze back to the front. “Dere was no way…”
Trailing off, Gambit couldn’t finish his thought, let alone his sentence. But the whole time, the voice was screaming in his head.
Dere was a way! You coulda helped, but you took off on your own. You always have ta do everyt’in’ on your own!
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