X-Men Mission: Exorcism Robotica - Part 6
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xp_logsThe first team of X-Men emerge to fight the Sentinels and the Brotherhood.
It was chaos on the battleground that had emerged outside of the facility. The Sentinels had been battling both the Brotherhood and a group of what looked like bodyguards before destroying them entirely. As the X-Men emerged from the portals, the Brotherhood were starting to falter, and one of the Sentinels had been missed in the combat, circling around to ambush several of the Brotherhood and wipe them out.
If you ever wanted proof that the universe had a sense of humor this was it, the Brotherhood and the X-men had clashed time and time again. Bitter enemies who could barely stand the sight of one another and yet here they were fighting to save their lives. Ruby red energy blasts lashed out, cutting through the curling smoke that hung like a pall over the battlefield as the X-men gestured to his companions. "We really don't need another one of them making things worse. On me, we get to cut off that Sentinel before it decides to crash the party."
"You know... there is a certain sense of irony in this..." Sooraya commented. "Let's see if I can draw it's attention when I'm up there so you guys can hit that thing?" At Cyclops' nod she dissolved into her sand shape and rose into the air. "You ready?" Sooraya's computerized voice through her new communicator was loud and clear.
"Plus que prêt," Jean-Phillipe said firmly from his self-assigned habitual place covering Cyclops' blind spot. Any hint of his mixed emotions about the presence of the Brotherhood, how their last confrontation had gone, all of that was pushed away. No matter how he might feel about Erik and his current crop of followers, there were mutants in need, and he would be there to help.
Whether they liked it or not.
"Wildchild, can you get its attention? We need to give it something else to focus on."
"Jesus, Terry's gonna kill me." Kyle muttered, already going low, fingertips just touching the ground. "Dust, can you keep it busy so I can climb the fucking thing?" He didn't wait for an answer, he and Sooraya had practiced this kind of thing before, just on smaller opponents. Even the simulated T-Rex wasn't two stories tall. He bent his head, and ran forward on all fours in an inhuman gait, only to get knocked back as the Sentinel aimed a sulfurous missile and fired into the ground. "Fuck! Fuck fuck, I can't distract it if i'm dead!"
A force blast shot out, bouncing up off the ground so it could graze along the side of the missile with a sound akin to fingernails dragging down a chalkboard. Scott had learned that trying to block a missile like this with a head-on attack would only result in an explosion that would injure and affect everyone in the radius, however, with a little nudge it could be redirected away from his friends. "I got your back, try again and we'll cover you."
Sooraya took a moment to locate the robot's main sensor array, matching the sketchy blueprints with what she was seeing in front of her. Only a moment later she reshaped herself in many slender razor sharp tendrils, all of them continuously dancing and moving around the robot's head. One tendril came close to the array and instead of gracefully continuing on it's way, it pivoted and lashed out at the edge of the sensor array, cutting deeply into the electronics.
While the exterior of the Sentinel was almost certainly shielded against electromagnetic interference (given that Magneto existed as a prime target for them), the interior parts were less likely to be so. There was only so much internal shielding that could be accomplished without causing functionality issues, after all. As Sooraya exposed some of the innards, his mouth twisted into a grin. Electricity snapped audibly between his fingertips, and his hands twisted delicately toward the large robot. Energy surged forward and across the circuit boards, transistors, and other electronics.
"Cyclops!" he called for assistance, knowing that Scott would see the opportunity the hole presented.
Scott's head snapped up, watching the Sentinel stutter as Sooraya and Jean-Phillipe struck, exposing the electronics of the Sentinel, those inner workings that made the Sentinel operative. Sparking electronics showed signs of damage from where the previous attacks had damaged it, before a blast of energy obliterated the circuits all together, leaving them driving on the wind as dust as the Sentinel stumbled, lights blinking as surges tore through the machine's circuits.
Kyle had circled around as the Sentinel's attention was on the chaos of concussive beams and electricity. He dodged around its oversized legs, avoiding being stomped on by inches, and then leapt, claws screeching horribly on the metal plating before one hand stuck in a joint. He pulled himself up, clinging to the leg like an oversized lemur, and looked up. "Yo, Cyke, it's got some shit going on inside where you guys zapped it, I think it's repairing or something."
Dark eyes followed Kyle's gaze up to the sentinel as Scott noticed sparks escaping the damaged sentinel, his brow furrowing for a moment in thought. They'd hit it hard but it looked like the Sentinel was far from out of the fight, but in the end that just made it a little more of a challenge is all. A nod of the head was Scott's equivalent of a lightbulb going off above his head as he gestured, "Bevatron, you and I are going to blast that opening up large, Wildchild, Dust, if he wants to heal... well, go crazy in there."
"On your mark, Cyclops."
Licking their wounds after the previous encounter with the Brotherhood had given Jean-Phillipe plenty of time to consider the words he had exchanged with Erik, and hardened a desire in his belly to make things go differently this time around. As Scott bent the hole wider with his optic blasts, Bevatron's hands reached for the cascading sparks inside the chassis, then curled and pulled, adding his own reserves of energy and creating a web of electricity that jumped between the pieces of exposed metal. "Shred it, Dust..." he grunted as the robot took a staggering step.
Sooraya stopped her antics to keep the sensor array confused as much as possible and went straight for the hole, diving inside. Amidst the machinery she expanded, both in hundreds of delicate strands that tore through the delicate wiring and a few heavier tendrils that cut through some of the weakened metal like a knife cut through butter. Sparks rained everywhere and smoke started to rise from the hole. "I'm going for the computer core." She quickly sent to her teammates.
Under the fine coating of sand and specks of blood, Kyle grinned, all teeth and mayhem. "Right behind you, Dust." He hauled himself up the Sentinel's leg, and stuck one arm up in the hole that Sooraya had sandblasted open. "On your six." He waited a beat while her sand rearranged itself away from the hole, and then popped his head inside the towering robot. "Hey, you think it needs this?" He said. "Nah, probably not." And pulled a chunk of wiring, yelping as it sparked against his skin. "Doesn't need this bit either." And a piece of metal plating followed the wires.
He heard the biting screech of metal on metal before he felt the Sentinel start to sway. "Incoming! Bring this bitch down!"
A small, almost happy smile touched Scott's lips at the sight of the two X-men tearing into the Sentinel and rending open its armour so easily, these monsters had caused them no end of trouble in the past. A hand lifted into the air, outstretched fingers slowly folding down. "On me, 3...2..1..." Energy cut through the air slicing into the exposed innards of the Sentinel, giving it a very very bad day.
It was chaos on the battleground that had emerged outside of the facility. The Sentinels had been battling both the Brotherhood and a group of what looked like bodyguards before destroying them entirely. As the X-Men emerged from the portals, the Brotherhood were starting to falter, and one of the Sentinels had been missed in the combat, circling around to ambush several of the Brotherhood and wipe them out.
If you ever wanted proof that the universe had a sense of humor this was it, the Brotherhood and the X-men had clashed time and time again. Bitter enemies who could barely stand the sight of one another and yet here they were fighting to save their lives. Ruby red energy blasts lashed out, cutting through the curling smoke that hung like a pall over the battlefield as the X-men gestured to his companions. "We really don't need another one of them making things worse. On me, we get to cut off that Sentinel before it decides to crash the party."
"You know... there is a certain sense of irony in this..." Sooraya commented. "Let's see if I can draw it's attention when I'm up there so you guys can hit that thing?" At Cyclops' nod she dissolved into her sand shape and rose into the air. "You ready?" Sooraya's computerized voice through her new communicator was loud and clear.
"Plus que prêt," Jean-Phillipe said firmly from his self-assigned habitual place covering Cyclops' blind spot. Any hint of his mixed emotions about the presence of the Brotherhood, how their last confrontation had gone, all of that was pushed away. No matter how he might feel about Erik and his current crop of followers, there were mutants in need, and he would be there to help.
Whether they liked it or not.
"Wildchild, can you get its attention? We need to give it something else to focus on."
"Jesus, Terry's gonna kill me." Kyle muttered, already going low, fingertips just touching the ground. "Dust, can you keep it busy so I can climb the fucking thing?" He didn't wait for an answer, he and Sooraya had practiced this kind of thing before, just on smaller opponents. Even the simulated T-Rex wasn't two stories tall. He bent his head, and ran forward on all fours in an inhuman gait, only to get knocked back as the Sentinel aimed a sulfurous missile and fired into the ground. "Fuck! Fuck fuck, I can't distract it if i'm dead!"
A force blast shot out, bouncing up off the ground so it could graze along the side of the missile with a sound akin to fingernails dragging down a chalkboard. Scott had learned that trying to block a missile like this with a head-on attack would only result in an explosion that would injure and affect everyone in the radius, however, with a little nudge it could be redirected away from his friends. "I got your back, try again and we'll cover you."
Sooraya took a moment to locate the robot's main sensor array, matching the sketchy blueprints with what she was seeing in front of her. Only a moment later she reshaped herself in many slender razor sharp tendrils, all of them continuously dancing and moving around the robot's head. One tendril came close to the array and instead of gracefully continuing on it's way, it pivoted and lashed out at the edge of the sensor array, cutting deeply into the electronics.
While the exterior of the Sentinel was almost certainly shielded against electromagnetic interference (given that Magneto existed as a prime target for them), the interior parts were less likely to be so. There was only so much internal shielding that could be accomplished without causing functionality issues, after all. As Sooraya exposed some of the innards, his mouth twisted into a grin. Electricity snapped audibly between his fingertips, and his hands twisted delicately toward the large robot. Energy surged forward and across the circuit boards, transistors, and other electronics.
"Cyclops!" he called for assistance, knowing that Scott would see the opportunity the hole presented.
Scott's head snapped up, watching the Sentinel stutter as Sooraya and Jean-Phillipe struck, exposing the electronics of the Sentinel, those inner workings that made the Sentinel operative. Sparking electronics showed signs of damage from where the previous attacks had damaged it, before a blast of energy obliterated the circuits all together, leaving them driving on the wind as dust as the Sentinel stumbled, lights blinking as surges tore through the machine's circuits.
Kyle had circled around as the Sentinel's attention was on the chaos of concussive beams and electricity. He dodged around its oversized legs, avoiding being stomped on by inches, and then leapt, claws screeching horribly on the metal plating before one hand stuck in a joint. He pulled himself up, clinging to the leg like an oversized lemur, and looked up. "Yo, Cyke, it's got some shit going on inside where you guys zapped it, I think it's repairing or something."
Dark eyes followed Kyle's gaze up to the sentinel as Scott noticed sparks escaping the damaged sentinel, his brow furrowing for a moment in thought. They'd hit it hard but it looked like the Sentinel was far from out of the fight, but in the end that just made it a little more of a challenge is all. A nod of the head was Scott's equivalent of a lightbulb going off above his head as he gestured, "Bevatron, you and I are going to blast that opening up large, Wildchild, Dust, if he wants to heal... well, go crazy in there."
"On your mark, Cyclops."
Licking their wounds after the previous encounter with the Brotherhood had given Jean-Phillipe plenty of time to consider the words he had exchanged with Erik, and hardened a desire in his belly to make things go differently this time around. As Scott bent the hole wider with his optic blasts, Bevatron's hands reached for the cascading sparks inside the chassis, then curled and pulled, adding his own reserves of energy and creating a web of electricity that jumped between the pieces of exposed metal. "Shred it, Dust..." he grunted as the robot took a staggering step.
Sooraya stopped her antics to keep the sensor array confused as much as possible and went straight for the hole, diving inside. Amidst the machinery she expanded, both in hundreds of delicate strands that tore through the delicate wiring and a few heavier tendrils that cut through some of the weakened metal like a knife cut through butter. Sparks rained everywhere and smoke started to rise from the hole. "I'm going for the computer core." She quickly sent to her teammates.
Under the fine coating of sand and specks of blood, Kyle grinned, all teeth and mayhem. "Right behind you, Dust." He hauled himself up the Sentinel's leg, and stuck one arm up in the hole that Sooraya had sandblasted open. "On your six." He waited a beat while her sand rearranged itself away from the hole, and then popped his head inside the towering robot. "Hey, you think it needs this?" He said. "Nah, probably not." And pulled a chunk of wiring, yelping as it sparked against his skin. "Doesn't need this bit either." And a piece of metal plating followed the wires.
He heard the biting screech of metal on metal before he felt the Sentinel start to sway. "Incoming! Bring this bitch down!"
A small, almost happy smile touched Scott's lips at the sight of the two X-men tearing into the Sentinel and rending open its armour so easily, these monsters had caused them no end of trouble in the past. A hand lifted into the air, outstretched fingers slowly folding down. "On me, 3...2..1..." Energy cut through the air slicing into the exposed innards of the Sentinel, giving it a very very bad day.
