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Post by Sentinel on Dec 19, 2003 19:01:05 GMT -4
From above the fleeing Blackbird, the pursuing Sentinel matched speeds until it could see into the canopy. Firing lasers from its eyes it began to cut through the sleek plane's outer hull to give it access to the fugitive mutants.
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Post by avalanche on Dec 19, 2003 19:32:32 GMT -4
He was ready for bad news but this news wasnt bad, it was terrible. Pyro reclined his seat so he was laying on it looking up. Didnt make it....'ow did this 'appen? Oy cant believe this. Pyro clenched his fist.
What kinda team is this? We left one of our own behind. Oy thought since we came 'ere togetha we leave 'ere togetha. If one of us doesnt come 'ome then none of us should. If one stays behind then we all otta stay behind. That's what a team does......stick togetha no matta what.... Pyro's thought were cut short by the sudden blasts of lasers. A hole was made in the plane. They followed us......what the 'ell wont this thin's eva stop!?!
Pyro jumped up out of the seat and walked underneath th hole. Looking up he could see there was only one Sentinal. Placing both of his fists together hepointed them up at the Sentinal. "EAT THIS!" Turning the flame-throwers on Pyro quickly took control of the flames and turned it into many small arrows. He also contolled the density of the arrows and made them extremly dense shooting them at the Sentinals face and eyes.
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Post by Guido Carosella on Dec 19, 2003 23:49:09 GMT -4
As the cargo hatch closed and the Blackbird's engines screamed to life, Guido sat numbly. For once in his life, he had nothing to say.
Can't believe he's gone. What am I gonna tell everyone back at the mansion? Especially Chris an' Ororo? They'll never forgive me. He died to save my useless carcass. He shoulda known better. He'd have been more of a use defending the mansion than me. Shoulda saved his own skin and left me. A Guido for a Logan isn't a fair trade. Not by a long shot.
He wiped a tear away, and winced. He looked at his trembling, blistered hands. His shredded uniform. His horrific bruises. His bleeding gashes. His face blackened, and streaked with sweat and tears. His goggles that he couldn't take off, because they were melted to his face.
He felt nothing.
Suddenly the Blackbird shook with a violent impact, and he felt Gambit desperately trying to evade. Guido could do nothing but hang on.
Might as well finish us. It'll be easier that way.
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Post by Sentinel on Dec 20, 2003 0:14:34 GMT -4
The pursuing Sentinel was following the same orders 3B had received: Terminate Mutant 24. It was not known exactly what the mutant might have learned in the facility, but somebody didn't want to take any chances.
Blinded but not otherwise affected by the flames that shot from the fleeing plane, the Sentinel pointed its arm and fired a telescoping lance at the source. Both visual and infrared tracking were useless due to the heat the mutant Pyro generated, so the 8 foot shining lance narrowly missed him and embedded itself in the floor plating of the inner compartment of the plane.
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Post by avalanche on Dec 20, 2003 0:33:38 GMT -4
All of his attacks appeared to have no affect on the Sentinal. But Pyro had no choice but to continue his assault because he knew if he didnt do something the Sentinal was going to kill them all. After seeing the lance stab into the floor a few inches away from Pyro, he lost it again and was filled with rage.
"Ya got Logan...there's no way your gonna take us down too!!" Concentrating even harder the veins on Pyro's forehead began to show as he began to increase the heat of the flaming arrows. The heat began to rise higher and higher and it was making Pyro sweat alot almost to the point of passing out. He was so close to the flames and their heat level was now dangerously high. Com'on St. John...'old yourself togetha...ya gotta keep this up.
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Post by Sentinel on Dec 20, 2003 1:07:37 GMT -4
The Sentinel's armor began to glow first red, then in some places white. Unconcerned by the effects of the heat, the Sentinel continued to match speeds with its target.
Panels in the robot's shoulders opened and launchers locked into place on either side of the Sentinel's head. Each launcher held a short range missile.
Suddenly pounded by turbulence, the Sentinel delayed firing on the Blackbird. In a moment, when the air currents changed, it would destroy them.
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Post by Gambit on Dec 20, 2003 10:41:43 GMT -4
As the metal lance hit the floor between his seat, and the one recently vacated by Pyro, Gambit narrowed his blazing eyes.
Dat be de second time dey tried ta stick me wit’ one o’ dese! Let’s see how dey like it! he thought as he switched the plane to autopilot.
Pulling the spear from the floor, Gambit made his way to where St. John stood.
“Outta de way, John. It’s time ta give dis hunk o’ junk a taste o’ it’s own medicine!” he said, charging the metal lance to its full potential. “One shish kebobbed robot comin’ up!”<br>
And with that he lobbed the purple glowing weapon out the hole, and straight at the pursuing Sentinal.
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Post by Sentinel on Dec 20, 2003 13:29:17 GMT -4
For an artificial being with a very limited range of expression, the Sentinel somehow registered surprise as its lance came back and embedded itself in the robot's midsection.
All it had time to say was "Oh.".
Spectacularly, the Sentinel blew apart in a tremendous ball of flame and sparks that left streamers of fire and large pieces falling and tumbling into the night.
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