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xp_logsThe other X-Men team deploys to the roof and immediately runs into resistance.
The top six floors of the exterior of the Excelsior New York building looked like it was crusted with coral, as opposed to a slick, modern skyscraper. The bizarre mechanical apparatus was consistently moving; cranes and tendrils swaying as if a breeze was responsible for their motion. Thick barbed mini-towers, like a crown of spikes, surrounded the central EM unit at the top, making it impossible to reach directly from the outside.
The Blackbird made a lazy figure 8, bringing it up and moving above and past the top, the only insertion point they had found.
Scott pulled back on the stick bringing the Blackbird to a halt, hovering right above the roof. "Ok, everyone off. Stick to the plan, lets find the security and defenses and wipe them out quickly. I want to be in a position to be able to support the others if they need us as soon as possible." The X-men leader stated as he flicked on the autopilot and reached for his harness.
"Roger, I'll see what I can do." Logan watched the ramp open up before him and squinted at the whipping wind. It was one of the better drops out of a perfectly good airplane he'd had to take. He stepped out and braced for the heavy drop.
"See y'all on the other side," Angel said with a salute as she hopped out of the Blackbird, letting herself free fall for a brief moment before catching herself and drifting down lazily the last few feet.
Teleporting herself from the blackbird, Clarice debated jumping, but...nah. This was easier. The EM field was disrupting her attempts to teleport inside in, but if someone got the unit open, she could slice it to pieces. Then again, that wasn't subtle either. Clarice wasn't known for subtle.
Jean-Phillipe grunted. The closer they approached the EM field, the more it was giving him a headache. He'd already bitten back on one or two surly retorts to the various chatter going on. None of the team had done anything to merit it, after all. Dropping down from the plane to the roof helped, the sense of being in motion and doing something instead of just waiting.
Be careful what you wish for. As soon as the French X-Man landed on the roof, clanking metal shapes appeared from the shadows on all sides. At first glimpse, the automatons seemed clumsy and awkward, more like a school science project than an actual threat, but as they approached, a series of blades, barbs and stabby implements bristled all over their forms, swords and spears clutched in clockwork hands. A series of clicks and whirs, and the weapons began to thrust and wave wildly around. No matter how random their movements seemed, however, they were all focused on the X-Men.
"I don't think these guys like us," Clarice commented, a sword drawn as she thrust one into a robot-thing and dodged another, moving with Jean-Phillip to cover each other. Her usual medical-pack was on the plane for right now, she was here to fight. Tossing a teleportation disk at another to break it, she was impressed with these defenses. They looked homemade, cobbled together out of scrap, but they were effective.
"Whatever gave you that idea?" Angel asked as she was forced to pull off a ridiculous mid-air spin to avoid being hit. "I think they're a great welcome party." She blasted another one back from her as she let her feet touch the ground for the moment, trying to figure out where she would be more effective.
The top six floors of the exterior of the Excelsior New York building looked like it was crusted with coral, as opposed to a slick, modern skyscraper. The bizarre mechanical apparatus was consistently moving; cranes and tendrils swaying as if a breeze was responsible for their motion. Thick barbed mini-towers, like a crown of spikes, surrounded the central EM unit at the top, making it impossible to reach directly from the outside.
The Blackbird made a lazy figure 8, bringing it up and moving above and past the top, the only insertion point they had found.
Scott pulled back on the stick bringing the Blackbird to a halt, hovering right above the roof. "Ok, everyone off. Stick to the plan, lets find the security and defenses and wipe them out quickly. I want to be in a position to be able to support the others if they need us as soon as possible." The X-men leader stated as he flicked on the autopilot and reached for his harness.
"Roger, I'll see what I can do." Logan watched the ramp open up before him and squinted at the whipping wind. It was one of the better drops out of a perfectly good airplane he'd had to take. He stepped out and braced for the heavy drop.
"See y'all on the other side," Angel said with a salute as she hopped out of the Blackbird, letting herself free fall for a brief moment before catching herself and drifting down lazily the last few feet.
Teleporting herself from the blackbird, Clarice debated jumping, but...nah. This was easier. The EM field was disrupting her attempts to teleport inside in, but if someone got the unit open, she could slice it to pieces. Then again, that wasn't subtle either. Clarice wasn't known for subtle.
Jean-Phillipe grunted. The closer they approached the EM field, the more it was giving him a headache. He'd already bitten back on one or two surly retorts to the various chatter going on. None of the team had done anything to merit it, after all. Dropping down from the plane to the roof helped, the sense of being in motion and doing something instead of just waiting.
Be careful what you wish for. As soon as the French X-Man landed on the roof, clanking metal shapes appeared from the shadows on all sides. At first glimpse, the automatons seemed clumsy and awkward, more like a school science project than an actual threat, but as they approached, a series of blades, barbs and stabby implements bristled all over their forms, swords and spears clutched in clockwork hands. A series of clicks and whirs, and the weapons began to thrust and wave wildly around. No matter how random their movements seemed, however, they were all focused on the X-Men.
"I don't think these guys like us," Clarice commented, a sword drawn as she thrust one into a robot-thing and dodged another, moving with Jean-Phillip to cover each other. Her usual medical-pack was on the plane for right now, she was here to fight. Tossing a teleportation disk at another to break it, she was impressed with these defenses. They looked homemade, cobbled together out of scrap, but they were effective.
"Whatever gave you that idea?" Angel asked as she was forced to pull off a ridiculous mid-air spin to avoid being hit. "I think they're a great welcome party." She blasted another one back from her as she let her feet touch the ground for the moment, trying to figure out where she would be more effective.
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