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It was impressive, Webster could say that much. The tower that he was supposed to meet up with the rest of the team with was quite the site to see. It spiraled up, high into the air, reflecting sunlight off of it like a giant mirror. It was magnificent to say the least. And he was about to be working there. He grinned for a moment. Had this been how his mother felt when she first joined the Sentinels, all those years ago?

He glanced across the street, at the entrance to the tower, and his gauntlet glowed blue, for just a split second before he disappeared, and reappeared right outside the tower's entrance. A nonchalant smirk on his face, he strolled inside, and was greeted by a rather attractive blonde, who strolled up to him with a few files in her hand. "Hi! You must be Webster Wilson! I'm Hollie, Hollie Hills, and I'm sort of the mission coordinator around here. Follow me!" the girls said, speaking quickly, so fast Webster didn't even have time to get a word in. He chuckled and followed her as she strolled towards the elevator.

The pair entered together, Hollie turning to Webster to begin another conversation. "So, you're Dogfight's son? Right? Pretty impressive. And you're mother was lead engineer for the last team, which must've been so cool!" Webster's smile turned into a frown as his mother was brought up. As the elevator reached the penthouse, which was a surprisingly short trip, he turned to her. "It was pretty cool. Until they were both murdered." with an insincere smile he exited the elevator, stepping into a room with a round table set up in the center. He was obviously the first to arrive, and so, he took a seat, and waited for other's to join him. This was going to be a whole new adventure. He could tell.

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"Well shit." Zeke mumbled in awe as his limo drove up to the front of Sentinel HQ. It wasn't the building that impressed him, it was his agents amazing organization skills. Before he had left, she had made sure to send him her well made itinerary. She had set up all the amenities that he enjoyed on the way here. He would have praised her, thanking God that he had an agent poke her, but then he realized she was a money succumbs of the worst kind.

"Sir." his driver said curtly as he opened Zeke's door for him, bowing slightly. Paris was beautiful, just like it was in the books. When he was younger, leaving Brooklyn would be crazy, look where he was now.

As his diver grabbed his baggage from the trunk, Suit included in suitcase form, he began to rattle of facts about the city in his thick accent.

"Paris has always been one of the major tourist destinations in Europe. The city is situated on the banks of the Seine River and is one of the largest European capitals. The metropolitan area of the city is one of the most populated in Europe, about 11.5 million people live in it. Paris is a leading political, business and cultural centre with a global influence on the arts and fashion. Many international organizations and large companies have their offices in the city. Paris is world-known with its neo-classical architecture and is a home to many museums, art galleries, historical monuments and recreation places. 

The Eiffel Tower is the symbol of Paris. It is an iron structure erected on the Champ de Mars beside the Seine River. It is 324 m. high and stands out against the skyline of the city. The tower was built for the celebration of the French Revolution centenary and was inaugurated on March 31, 1889. The builder and architect of the tower, Gustave Eiffel is also famous for designing the iron backbone of the Statue of Liberty. The Eiffel Tower is the most visited building in the world. The annual flow of visitors is about 6 million a year, more than the Empire State Building with 3.6 million and the Tokyo Tower with 3 million. The tower was the tallest structure in the world for its times and replaced the Washington Monument. It remained so until 1930. The tower was struck by lightening in 1902 and 300 feet of the top were reconstructed. Today, the tower has 1660 steps to the top and elevators. It is made on several levels and is a host of several venues. The twinkling lights of the tower were at first made for the arrival of the year 2000. They did not function for about a year and were brought back in 2003. Today, the Eiffel Tower looks elegant and alive with 4 floodlights rotating on the top, which make it visible miles away from the city. Is it not beautiful, do you wish to visit it?"

"Uhh, ya sure, later." he mumbled distantly as he found himself drooling over the blonde that waited for him in the entrance. Zeke wasted no time sliding over to her, his driver following behind.

"Hi! You must be the famous #0, former player of the Brooklyn Nets, Zeke Prince! I'm Hollie, Hollie Hills, mission coordinator around here. Follow me!" she began as she walked towards the elevator, Zeke following close behind, driver in tow.

"Guilty. Call me JP, Hollie, maybe we can talk sometime?" he said smoothly as the elevator reached its destination, a penthouse.

"Oh we can, with everyone else!" she countered as he walked out of the elevator, immediately closing it behind him and his driver before he could fire a retort.

His driver looked at him expectantly, a humorous expression on his face. "Just put it in a corner and leave." he sighed exasperatedly as he took a seat on a couch, his suit crumpling a bit before he unbuttoned it.

Soon, Zeke realized he wasn't alone in the room, a young man with brown hair sat not to far away from him. "Sup." he called simply, unsure of how to start a conversation with the guy, he didn't seem like the concentrating type.

"Ayeee," groans the pirate queen Jeanne as she takes a swig of Guinness in the back of a taxi car, "Are we there yet? It's hot in here and I'm runnin' out of Black Stuff to drink! And it ain't even that good compared to what I had!"

"We're almost there Madame Jones," the taxi drive responds in a thick french accent, "Just after we make a left here, the HQ will be on your right. Soyez patient, ok?"

"Bollocks..." she mutters as she takes another swig of her alcoholic beverage. Jeanne has currently been away from her crew for the last 4 hours ever since she said goodbye on the port of Rome. When she got to the airport, it appeared that she was late for her flight, in which she almost threw a fit. Not only did she have to wait another hour for the next flight, but while boarding she had her stash of Guinness confiscated by the officials. She even spat on the said official's shirt as she got on the plane and has been grumpy ever since. There Jeanne had to take a plane from the capital of Italy, all the way to Paris in just over two hours. By the time she got off, she already felt sick in the stomach and had to throw up at the nearest bathroom.

Thankfully, with her invitation in hand, Jeanne was able to quickly request a taxi driver to have him drive her to the Sentinel's HQ. As they drove however, she caught a glimpse of a nearby liquor store and literally begged for the driver to stop so she can get another bottle of Guinness. Now after fifteen minutes of driving, along with some major traffic on some of the streets, they are already approaching the Sentinel HQ. Compared to what she had seen in the invitation, it didn't disappoint. The building was glowing in the magnificent sunlight of the metropolis, with the spiral tower being much taller than she had expected. She will be working along side other heroes into keeping peace and justice throughout the world, and she, believe it or not, was quite excited. It would just be a little better if it weren't for the 'hiccups' in the trip. Thankfully, she didn't get drunk on the way there.

As they approached the giant staircase up to the HQ, the taxi pulled over to let Jeanne out of the car. "Well, here's your stop Madame. Sentinel HQ."

"Ah class ole' fella." the pirate responds as she gets out, "Thanks for the ride. Here's ye tip." Jeanne then tosses a dollar coin at him as she begins to walk up the stairs and into the HQ itself.

As she gets in, Jeanne asks the counter-people on where the Sentinel meeting is taking place, while showing them the invitation. Before they would respond, a cute blonde girl came up to the pirate with a nice smile on her face. "Hi! You must be the captain of the Silver Jacket, Jeanne Vicky Jones! I'm Hollie, Hollie Hills, mission coordinator around here. Follow me!"

"Oi oi, ok lass." Jeanne's head was a little dizzy after this lass talked to her at the speed of an incoming bullet, but regardless understood what she said overall. She follows her towards the main elevator as they go up the tower. Nearing the top, the pirate can see a good deal of Paris herself, even managing to see the Eiffel Tower off in the distance. It was a magnificent place indeed. It's also good that she didn't get sick on the way up.

As they got to the floor, the elevator opens as the two head towards the meeting room. It appears she was one of the first people to actually arrive, which is surprising since she thought she would be probably the latest of them all. There was a young caucasian man with slick brown hair and dark hazel eyes, as well as a black man with curly hair and large glasses. Both wore nice casual clothing, while Jeanne wore her pirate outfit. Of course, being one of the first ones here, she was sure that other people will come, some perhaps wearing some more funky looking stuff in the process.

And speaking on funky-looking people, here comes one now.

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"Hi! You must be the robotic Ex-Engineer of the Sentinels created by the UPC, Creatrix! Welcome back! I'm Hollie, Hollie Hills, mission coordinator around here. Please take a seat."

"Thank you Hollie." the robot responds politely with an arm gesture, "It's a pleasure to be back in the Sentinel program. I expect many great things from our team."

With that, he takes his seat down two seats to the left of Jeanne, right next to Zeke, and opposite of where Webster sat. He had a bit of a long day so far, having to get up at 9:00 am to catch his flight in Miami, Florida. As an ex-Sentinel, he was given proper treatment by the airport and his stewards, being automatically placed in first-class as he enjoyed the luxury of his flight. By the time he got to Paris, he had some time left to explore Paris and enjoyed the many sights and sounds as a returning tourist. Then he simply went here to the HQ. Jeanne seemed quite surprised that he was here.

"Huh," she exhales as she looks at Creatrix, "Ya know, I wasn't expecting a tin-can to be a part of this program. Ex-Sentinel huh? What did you happen to be doin' back in the day?"

"I've used to have been an Engineer here." the robot responds, "I helped my allies achieve victory during the War. I was quite popular in the team for my mobile turrets."

"Cool." Jeanne replies back as she kicks her shoes on the table.

Meanwhile, Creatrix scans the room and takes note of Shortcut, who looked quite familiar to him.

"Are you the son of Lucas Wilson?" he asks curiously, "You happen to have his eyes. He was a great man, he and your mother. Very admirable people. I sincerely apologize for you having to deal without them. They will forever be engrained with the history of the Sentinels."

Christopher's former employer had arranged for transport to take him to the Sentinel HQ, which he was grateful for. It saved time, that was for sure. With a plane ticket to Paris, Christopher had a long journey ahead of him. Most of his time was spent going over various topics in his mind, making sure he forgot none of it. Tactics in battle, names of allies and enemies, etc, etc.

Once the plane reached the airport, Christopher's next plan of action was to hail a taxi. Turns out that taxis were very high in demand, so it took some time before he was able to get a ride. "The Eiffel Tower," Christopher said promptly, and the driver wasted no time leaving. The trip was mostly silent, and also rather long due to traffic. The driver looked back at Christopher through the mirror occasionally, which Christopher ignored. It was none of his concern what the driver thought as long as he could reach his destination.

Finally, the ride ended, and Christopher gave him a nod and a small tip before exiting, ignoring the driver's attempts to negotiate for a higher tip. Shortly after Christopher entered the building, he was greeted by a rather attractive blonde girl, though her looks held no sway against Christopher. "Hello! You must be Christopher Mozrick! My name is Holly Hills, the mission coordinator here. Another former Sentinel is here too! You probably remember him. Creatrix, he called himself. Anyway, let's get you to join the others." Christopher responded with a simple nod. He did remember Creatrix. He could hardly forget the one who had created the buildings that proved to be major assets in many missions.

Looking around, Christopher spotted his old comrade, already conversing with the others. With nothing else to do, Christopher merely found and empty chair and took a seat. There was not much need to introduce himself yet, especially since not everyone was here.

The trip from her maximum holding cell to the Sentinel HQ was a long and boring one. It had started with a plane ride from her ever so lovely cell that resided in the United States where she couldn't speak or do much of anything to a transport vehicle and new guards who wouldn't talk to her either. She hummed herself for awhile before she got bored of that. All she could do was stare at the blank side of the transport vehicle and wait with anticipation of her impeding freedom. Granted she was forced into being a good girl but she would take what she could get as long as she was out of her cell it was freedom.

It took a few hours but eventually she could hear the squealing of breaks and the guards up front getting out and making their way around back to let her out. The back doors opening, blinding Adala briefly as her eyes adjusted to the light. The two guards ordered her out and she hopped out looking up at the building.

"So do I get these off yet?" she asked in a cheery mood holding up her hands which were cuffed.

"Not until we're inside, then your the Sentinel's problem," one guard answered gruffly to which Scorn pouted but followed up the steps inside. Once inside her cuffs were removed to which she would of jumped in glee if suddenly it seemed out of no where a new face appeared.

"Welcome! You must be our reformed convict, Adala Posner, right? I'm Hollie, Hollie Hills, mission coordinator around here. Right this way if you will."

Scorn kept her enthusiasm to herself as she was lead away from her captors."I'll send a postcard," she shouted at them merrily as they remained near the doors to make sure she didn't try to run off. She followed the overly enthusiastic Hollie to the meeting room. Upon entering she saw that the party was coming along with others who she was going to have to play nice with inside. She payed little attention to them though as she found a sit and entertained herself but spinning around in it.

"Please take me to the Sentinel HQ" Honoka stated as she hailed a taxi. Her odd appearance drawing quite a bit of stares as she carried multiple large cases with her. The trip to Paris was quite different and since she was awoken the world changed quite a bit. Letting out a small sigh she wondered just what exactly changed in her sleep.

Her life she experienced so far was quite short most of her life was in stasis with artificial knowledge implanted while she was "asleep". Though with that said she was awoken by the Sentinels her duty to help protect humanity as a whole from the terrorist organizations. Still due to the traffic the trip was pretty long than again in most cases it was understandable Paris after all was a big city much like San Francisco was.

Before long she was shaken out of her thoughts due to them arriving at the location with a curt nod as thanks and paying for the fee she stepped out the tower that laid in wait was Certainly impressive to say the least though as she was about to try and find where the meeting was taking place someone came up to her.

A blond haired lady came up her face was what many would find pleasant she supposed. "Hi! You must be Honoka the recently awakened super solider, I'm Hollie, Hollie Hills, mission coordinator around here. Follow me!"

"Understood." Honoka said with a slight nod of her head as she quietly followed the lady. Moving pretty quickly it wasn't long before they arrived at the meeting location. "It seems we arrived please take a seat where you like." With that said Hollie quickly left leaving her with the others she assumed.

With everything said and done she quickly placed her things next to chair as she sat down. Looking around she took notice of a few things a robot, and a pirate were the ones that stuck out the most she noticed. Deciding that it wouldn't hurt to at least give a acknowledgement to what was most likely her coworkers she decided to speak up. "Hello my name is Futaba Honoka it is a pleasure to meet you." She said with a slight bow of her head giving a traditional japanese greeting.

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Katsumi stepped off the helicopter, holding her dress down as its chopper blade swept up the wind around it. Her trip here was a pleasant one, flown over by private jet from Japan to France before being transported with equally private helicopter to the Sentinel HQ, effectively letting her by pass any traffic that might have blocked her way (as well as any fans who had hoped to swarm her should she have taken a car). She didn't hate her fans, if anything it was the opposite, she loved them and was very grateful for them, but Katsumi realized that she also needed to be serious at times and be Katsumi instead of Egoist.

Flanked a pair of burly tuxedoed bodyguard with stylish shades, Katsumi brought down her two rolling luggage bags and swung a black case over her shoulder. For a celebrity, she travelled surprisingly light by the standards of people like her. Then again, she had planned for additional things to be shipped over once things got settled down.

"You guys don't need to follow me from here on out." Katsumi politely waved her bodyguards away, "Its not like you'll be able to protect me while I'm out in combat isn't it?"

One of the suited men made a move to voice his concern but his companion quickly put a hand over his mouth. THe one sighed and in perfect time, they bowed and climbed back on to the helicopter, looking stoic as ever. Holding her dress down as the aircraft took off and flew in to the distance. Turning around, she was instantly greeted by an official-looking blonde lady, the tag on her shirt said her name was "Holle of Mission Coordination".

"Hi!" Holle said in a cheery voice, "May I assume you're the pop-star named Egoist?"

"Oh, hmm, just call me Katsumi, Ms. Holle." Katsumi was taken slightly unaware but still managed to deliver a proper answer as well as a Japanese traditional bow, "Quite the view up here."

"I admit its something, shall we go inside?" Holle gestured towards an elevator right behind the two.

"My pleasure," Katsumi gripped her baggage and began to follow the blonde woman, "Lead the way."

Theo walked upon the grounds of the Paris Sentinel HQ, adorned in the 'battle suit' which he wore a majority of the time. Cybernetic limbs made using 'ordinary clothing' very bothersome by his standard. Thus creating reason to wear the combat suit much more often. Hardly two steps were made on the HQ property before someone approached Theo. Easily identifiable as an employee to this HQ. The man looked a tiny bit befuddled to say the least.

"Hi!?! I'm going to make a wild guess here. You must be Zues? Though your color scheme with your armor doesn't match your profile."

Handing over the invitation, all confusion vanishes.

"Yes, this checks out perfect! Alright, Mr. Aldrich. I'm Ryan, Ryan Roberts, i'll be guiding you to the meeting. Oh, and welcome back."

"Thank you sir." Was all Theo said while following the lead.

Not long after, Theo entered an elevator, eventually reaching the meeting room. Surprised, Theo found quiet a few members beat him to the meeting. Theo decides to take a seat within an empty chair among the room. Not speaking just yet. Giving himself a chance to examine all these 'teammates'. Theo also wished to wait for more to come, to avoid repeating himself. May have been faintly ominous or odd, how the man in full armor, spoke no words and simply sat down, observing everyone in the process.

Theo didn't like being quiet, yet to much was going on for him to wish to chime in yet. Eventually if all boiled down to it, he'd introduce when pushed to it. So far creatix was one of the only familiar faces. Theo never knew him, yet his deceased brother mentioned Creatix several times and how the turrets used by Creatix saved Theo's brother or other Sentinel members during the war. Deep down, Theo didn't want to be here. Only the thought of his brother, how his brother would act now, caused Theo to move forward with participating with the meeting. Thus a little convincing may be in order to keep Theo around....

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Plopping a scrumptious ball of caramel and chocolate pretzel delight into her mouth, Ella moaned with happiness. Oh, how she loved food. While pancakes and protein shakes had a special place in her heart, there was barely anything she wouldn’t eat. Anything except cheese. She shivered at the thought; cheese was her one weakness. There was something about its moldy smell and weird texture that had her shaking in disgust. Some people had nightmares about monsters hiding under the bed or skeletons in their closet, but Ella dreamed of.. Cheese. She shook her head, ridding all thoughts of the nasty substance.

“DOO WIEE OOOHH!” The telly rang out in front of her. Ella grinned in delight as one of her favorite shows was coming on. Sprawled across the bed, Ella sat waiting in her hotel room for the new Sentinels meeting to begin. She was currently passing time by watching the BBC and eating, of course. There was nothing like eating and watching some good old Doctor Who; it was a rerun of an episode she’d long already seen but she loved the show enough to watch any episode 100 times over.

Arriving in Paris over a week ago, Ella had been the first new Sentinel recruit to come into town. She had been encouraged by Archer O'Connor to spend some time in the city of love before official work began. Ever since her father had disappeared, there was no one she looked up to more than Archer. He had helped her when she most need it, and for that, she was eternally grateful. So she went sightseeing, made several new friends, and had already gotten a feel for the city. She’d even had a good conversation with a French mime, or she had tried, anyway. Paris was quite the city, and Ella found herself having a wonderful time.

As Ella’s eyes were glued to the screen, she didn’t realize the soft beeping noise coming from her phone. It wasn’t until the Doctor Who episode was over did she realize the time.

“Bloody hell! I’m going to be late!” She screamed to the empty room, shoving her box of treats under the bed, and scrambling for her purse and shoes. Only should could possibly mess up such an important day as this. Although, she couldn’t help but chuckle at her terrible sense of time. What would Archer think if he saw her coming late? Pushing down the thought, Ella quickened her pace and raced toward the headquarters.

Twenty minutes later, and Ella had finally arrived. Perhaps things had yet to start? She could only hope as she rushed into the HQ, only coming to fall flat on her face in front of Hollie Hills.

“Ella! Are you alright?” She called out, rushing to her side. Ella gave her a thumbs up and let out a loud laugh; it seemed her day wasn’t complete without falling at least once. After the bubbly girl helped to her feet, Ella smiled gratefully and rubbed off the imaginary dirt on her shoulders. “I’m so happy you’re here, although you’re a little late. Be lucky my dad hasn’t come out yet.” They both giggled like they had been friends for years. Ella had only known the girl for a little over a month, but she found herself growing rather fond of her. It was nice to be friends with someone, a fellow blonde as well. Although she was fairly certain Hollie was growing annoyed with her rather abundant jokes. But, she never said anything and always laughed, and for that, Ella was grateful.

“I know! I know! I lost track of time after Doctor Who came on the telly. I guess I’ll go on in there, now. Come in soon!”

Cracking the joints in her fingers, Ella made her way in. The room was full of all sorts of people, some of whom weren’t even human. Ella’s eyes filled with amazement as she saw a robot in their midst.

“Oh wow! An actual robot!” She squealed in excitement “Can you dance? I’ve spent many years perfecting the ancient dance move known as the robot.” Ella then preceded to do the robot in front of the entire future team, grinning as she moved. They sure were in for a treat, Ella couldn’t wait to tell them all her jokes too.

A group of military cars with mounted guns was riding through the streets of Paris. In the middle of it was bigger truck, close to an armored truck carrying money or prisoners, but this one had much more plating and no windows at all. The convoy kept driving till they got to the Sentinel HQ, where they drove straight into the garage without stopping until they got to the end. The bigger truck turned so he would have his back doors pointing to the end of the garage, where people with guns were already waiting for him. The other mounted cars in the convoy set up around the bigger truck, everyone pointing their guns at the truck as well. Two people carefully opened the door, and revealed the big hunk of metal known as D34D-3110.

He barely moved, only his head looking around scanning all the people pointing weapons at them. He could kill most of them within a few minutes, if not seconds, but he didn't want to. He wanted to show them he was no threat as long as they didn't agitate him, but all the barrels pointing his way made that pretty hard. He kept looking at all the soldiers as he stepped out of the truck, when a noise signaled the elevator in front of him being opened. His sensors didn't pick up any weapons though, so he didn't pay attention to it. The person coming from the elevator walked straight towards him and told the soldiers to lower their weapons. They did so, making D34D-3110 finally look in the direction of the person, as they clearly got some authority going on here. The person was a blond human, looking up at his size.

"Hello there! My name is Hollie Hills, and I'm the mission coordinator around here. You must be D34D-3110, right?" The robot nodded once. "AFFERMATIVE. I have been reactivated like the contract stated for use of combat in favour of the Sentinal Program." "Great! Then follow me, I will introduce you to the rest of the Sentinels." The hunk of metal followed the woman to the elevator, which seemed like a cargo elevator to support his weight. The soldiers stayed behind after Hollie ordered them to, then the doors closed and they went upwards. "Sorry for the heavy security measures, it's just that we never had a robot made for mass destruction in the HQ." "No problem. I actually feel safer with them around." He said while staring straight forward. Hollie looked with a smile towards D34D-3110 "Really?" She said.

He looked at her. "AFFERMATIVE. If these soldiers are the best you got, I don't have to worry about them being a threat." He then looked straight forward again while the smile on Hollie's face faded, as she just realised he insulted their army. The elevator doors then opened, revealing multiple kinds of people in a room where everyone was gathering. He walked out of the elevator and stood there analyzing everyone. Hollie was going downstairs again behind him. He wasn't going to aproach anyone by himself, as his programming didn't feel the need to.

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Webster leaned back in his chair and watched as members of the team filtered in. When the robot he recognized as Creatrix spoke up about his father, his head whipped over to look at him. Of course he'd known his father, half the people in the room probably did. Most of them were former Sentinels, or at least knew of many of the Sentinels. He stood up and reached a hand out to the robot, offering a handshake. "I-That's me. Name's Webster. You're Creatrix right? My parents told me a lot about you," he said, smiling.

After shaking the robot engineer's hand, he turned to face the rest of the room, surveying the members who'd entered. They were a ragtag group, that much was obvious. But if he was being honest, so were the original Sentinels. He grinned. To say he was now a part of the team his parents had once been on, it was amazing. People were introducing themselves, although he was certain he'd need to study everyone's files before he actually could remember everyone's name.

Leila rolled her single luggage and carry on behind her. Everything she owned manage to fit in one large suitcase and a smaller carry on. Simply paying for the suitcases themselves was quite the expense. However, now that she was a part of a government program, her family would be receiving quite a bit of money. Now out of the airport, Leila saw a large line of taxis by the exit. Already, she felt out of place since everything was in a foreign language she knew nothing about. The dark skinned girl heard a man call out to her. “Do you want a lift miss?” He asked. She saw him leaning against his cab, smoking a cigarette. She didn’t really approve of the action because of the adverse health effects, but she decided to get in his cab anyways since she didn’t want to be mean. “Ah, yes. I am heading to the Sentinels Headquarters.” Leila said, dragging her luggage behind her to the back of the car. Her Arabic accent was thick since she didn’t use English a lot. The driver with his own weird accent looked at her funny. “The Sentinels Headquarters? Uh, yea. Get in.” As the two drove around, the foreigner tried her best to make small talk with her driver, but they couldn’t really understand each other.

“Where on earth is this stupid Sentinels building?” The taxi driver grumbled. He had been driving in thick traffic for a while, and it seemed as though he had no idea where he was going. Leila was annoyed, but didn’t hold it against her driver. Maybe he was having a bad day, or maybe it was his first day? Nonetheless, the arabic girl spent her time marveling at the skyscrapers in the city. Her hometown had been one of the more developed cities in Lebanon, but this city was on a completely different level. Beirut didn’t have towers that tall, or uniquely designed buildings. It took forever to finally reach the Sentinels HQ, but by then her bill had gotten pretty high. However, Leila still made sure to tip heavily. Her sister would have done so. The building itself was amazing. How could it stand so tall? She stood gawking for a moment before remembering that she technically had a meeting and she was late. She grabbed her things and rushed inside. Immediately, she was greeted by a blonde girl with pale skin. “Hello! Are you Leila Samara?” She asked, a grin brightening her features. “Yes, I am.” Leila smiled back. ”Great! I’m Hollie Hills. I’m the mission coordinator of our new group. I’m glad to have you on board!” Hollie lead her to an elevator as she spoke. ”The pleasure is all mine,” The Lebanese girl responded, being polite. The two managed to make small talk on the way up. The view was amazing.

Once she reached the top, Leila saw that there were quite a few people already there. Assuming she was the last one, she decided to introduce herself. ”Hello everyone. My name is Leila Samara. I look forward to working with all of you.” She greeted. Hopefully she’d be able to get along with anyone. It’d make her job easier. Plus while Leila did her best to be kind to others, sometimes it was really difficult.

"I-That's me. Name's Webster. You're Creatrix right? My parents told me a lot about you,"

"Correct." Creatrix responds in a friendly tone, "I have been good friends with your parents. We both helped each other out during our battles. I feel like you will definitely live up to their name."

After they shook hands, both decided to introduce themselves to the rest of the newfound team. As the robot scans the room, he then sees another familiar face. It was a more grown up Christopher Mozrick, also known as Sergeant. Last time Creatrix saw him he was just a simple boy, only a 15 year old teenager. He surely has grown up quite a bit in the past 13 years. He simply approaches his seat and pats him on the soldier.

"Ah Mr. Mozrick," the robot greets politely, "You've sure have grown since the last time we saw each other. A pleasure to be working alongside you."

He then glances at all the other people coming in. The next person was a woman, wearing what appeared to be facepaint of a skull, who happened to sit in a swirly chair and self-entertain herself. From the looks of it, she might've been a criminal back in her day. Hopefully the Sentinel program will change that old behavior of her's.

Next was another girl, whom she calls herself Futaba Honoka. She happens to look pretty nice. Creatrix simply bows back at her presence.

"Kon'nichiwa-san Honaka." the robot replies with his own bow. He can thank his language disks installed in his mind later for having access to over 4,000 different languages. Pretty useful when talking to other foreign people.

Next was another Japanese girl going by the name Katsumi Kōchōha. She looked pretty fancy by the looks of it. Perhaps he can speak to her later.

Then Creatrix recognizes another Ex-Sentinel ally. This one is Theodore Aldrich, otherwise known as Zues. Remarkably, Creatrix has seen him before, but he was more familiar with his older brother. The two had fought together in battle, with Creatrix having saved his life thanks to his mobile turrets and ultimate shield ability. However, the two also fought in minor skirmishes as well. Creatrix knows how strong of a fighter he indeed is. He simply walks up to him and pats his shoulder.

"An honor to have you back, Mr. Aldrich Jr." Creatrix approaches with a friendly but also personal tone, "Your brother would be proud of you returning to the Sentinels. You're needed here way more than you actually know."

After a brief conversation, Creatrix would then turn towards the door to see another girl come in. This one was a golden-blonde girl, with a happy-go-lucky attitude, and overall rather cute. In fact, it so happened that she even noted his presence the first thing she entered.

“Oh wow! An actual robot!” She squealed in excitement “Can you dance? I’ve spent many years perfecting the ancient dance move known as the robot.” Ella then preceded to do the robot in front of the entire future team, grinning as she moved.

Creatrix couldn't help but to chuckle at this dance. Yes even he, a robot, has humor on his side.

"Of course madam." he responds with a chuckle as he proceeds to "imitate" her moves in a more fluid and "authentic" way before stopping. "By the way," Creatrix then says, "You can call me Creatrix. Ex-Sentinel member. Mind if I ask for your name?"

At the corner of his eye, Creatrix can also see another robot come into the meeting room. At first, he almost jumped seeing he he recognized the model as one used by the Emperor's Entente, but then realized that it must've been reprogramed to fit in with these conditions. None of the less, it was nice to see another robot within the team. He'll have to indeed talk to him later.

He then turns to see what he believes to be the last member to join the crew, she being Leila Samara.

"Greetings Leila," he responds courteously, "Please come in."

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While everyone was making a conversation and introducing themselves, Jeanne simply stayed quiet as she simply kicks back in her seat and relaxes. She wasn't exactly in the mood for introducing herself to the rest of the people. Maybe if she had some Guinness she would be a bit more outgoing, but regardless there is none to be found.

"Jaysus," she mutters to herself as she looks around, "Everyone is havin' a great ole' time just introducin' each other. And here I am just lonely and being the odd-woman out. Pffft, what to do..."

As she thinks on what to do and on who to greet first, a girl happened to sit right next to her on a swirly seat. She was a pale one for starters, having a skull face-painted onto her face, with surprisingly blue eyes that almost seem to glow. She was for many people... weird. Then again, Jeanne is a modern pirate... wearing a pirate outfit. Does that make the both of them "outsiders" in this group? Probably. For all she knew that girl might've been a criminal or something. But it doesn't matter. Make friends while you can right? So Jeanne simply looks over at Scorn.

"What's your name love?" she simply says to her, trying to start a conversation, "Ya look a little white around the edges, eh?

Belinda had been enjoying the sights of Paris. The sunlight, the buildings, the historical monuments... it was really quite nice. Unfortunately for her, the time for sightseeing was coming to an end. It was not time for the soon-to-be-Sentinels to gather together. Fortunately, she was already nearby, so it wasn't like she needed to travel very far. However, Belinda chose not to enter the Sentinel HQ just yet, instead sitting down at a nearby cafe and watching as others entered first. She wanted to see who she would be meeting first before they met her.

It turned out that there were quite a number of people that had chosen to come. Some looked rather ordinary, and a few of them were even quite attractive like the first guy with the gauntlet that had appeared out of nowhere, while there were others that looked quite odd. Belinda was especially interested in the pirate, the criminal in handcuffs, and the black mech that looked like it was made for the sole purpose of combat.

Eventually, though, she grew tired of merely waiting nearby and decided to come in herself. Opening the door, Belinda exclaimed, "Boy, oh boy, do we have a crowd in here!" A blonde girl came over to Belinda and said, "You must be Belinda Romalty, right?" Belinda nodded and smiled before continuing, "Yup, that'ss me, and you are Hollie Hillss, mission coordinator. Nicce name tag, by the way." To Belinda's credit, Hollie recovered from that much quicker than she expected as she said, "Thank you. Well, feel free to meet with everyone else, and thanks for coming." "I will, thankss," Belinda said, walking off.

Belinda scanned the room, searching for potential candidates for interesting conversations, and quickly spotted the pirate and criminal together. Her target set, Belinda wasted no time speed walking over to them and taking a seat. "Hey there, mind if I join you two?" Belinda asked Jeanne and Adala.

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Christopher examined each new person as they came in, trying to determine their combat and/or support potential. Many of them showed promise, like Scorn, Zeus, and Fortress. Others he couldn't determine their potential as easily, like Ella or Katsumi. Regardless, everyone was here for one purpose: the Sentinel Program. Christopher would hold off on any judgements until he saw what they could do in the field. After nodding in response to Creatrix's interaction, he resumed his wait. Christopher suspected he didn't have too long to wait how, considering the amount of people here.

While the others seemingly began the introductions, Scorn focused on her spinning chair, the spinning sensation seemingly having no effect on her. She didn't pay much mind to the others, they all seemed to be goody two-shoe people, the likes she never associated much with to begin with and doubted they wanted to begin chatting with a criminal, even if she was magnificent looking one if she did say so herself. It caught her off guard then when someone decided to strike a conversation with her, causing her to nearly tip off her spinning chair as she stopped herself immediately to see who was brave enough to talk to her. She was surprised by the site that she saw. She had thought she was eccentric in her choice of attire but she never expected to find someone dressed as a pirate. She paused and stared briefly before remembering that she had been asked a few questions.

"Oh me? I'm Scorn though if you mean real name Adala," she said with a grin ",As for the white well experimentation can lead to weird results. I would watch out for some of the shampoos, they lie about the side effects." She gave a laugh, not caring so much anymore on the things that had been done to her in her past. In fact she embraced it all now as her new persona of Scorn. Plus she had gotten her revenge on those that had messed with her so any hard feelings were forgotten in time. Scorn snickered at the thoughts of what she had done to them but returned back to the conversation at hand quickly, keeping her grin on her face.

"So are you a real pirate then?" She asked unable to contain her curiosity of this strange woman. Before she got her answer from the interesting woman however she was surprised to find another person walk over and join in the conversation. She was impressed she was making some new friends all ready, maybe tagging in on the Sentinel's wasn't such a bad thing. Even if they were the good guys she could at least have some friends to enjoy her entrapment.

"My, my three's a crowd," Scorn cheerily said ",I see why not. We are going to be seeing lots of each after all I'm certain. I'm the ever so lovely Scorn and this is...." She stopped mid sentence forgetting to ask for an introduction from the pirate woman.

"My where are my own manners. Well if I ever had any to begin with, I'm not sure. But anyways forgive me but I forgot about asking your name," Scorn stated looking over to the strange pirate woman.

"Oh me? I'm Scorn though if you mean real name Adala," Scorn said with a grin ",As for the white, well experimentation can lead to weird results. I would watch out for some of the shampoos, they lie about the side effects."

Jeanne had to chuckle at that joke too. She sounds like a fairly nice gal despite the makeup. Then again, perhaps that's a little bit of charm of her. Good none of the less.

"I think it be lookin' good on ya lass," Jeanne responds, "Grand show indeed."

Then Scorn asked the pirate another question.

"So are you a real pirate then?"

Jeanne was going to answer that question until another girl happens to show up. Now she looks more normal compared to the two of them, but regardless she wasn't complaining at all.

Hey there, mind if I join you two?" she asked the two.

"My, my three's a crowd," Scorn cheerily said ",I see why not. We are going to be seeing lots of each after all I'm certain. I'm the ever so lovely Scorn and this is.... My where are my own manners. Well if I ever had any to begin with, I'm not sure. But anyways forgive me but I forgot about asking your name?"

"Aye howya," confirms the pirate while also greeting the new girl, "The name is Jeanne. Jeanne Vicky Jones. Though you can call me Jay or J.J for short. And yes Ms. Scorn, I do happen to be a real pirate. An Irish one mind ya. I'm the Captain of the Silver Jacket... well, before I decided to mosey on here. It's now in the hands of me first mate."

She then turns her direction towards the new girl.

"And uh, what's your name Lass?" she asks curiously.

"My, my three's a crowd," Scorn cheerily said ",I see why not. We are going to be seeing lots of each after all I'm certain. I'm the ever so lovely Scorn and this is.... My where are my own manners. Well if I ever had any to begin with, I'm not sure. But anyways forgive me but I forgot about asking your name?"

"Aye howya," confirms the pirate while also greeting the new girl, "The name is Jeanne. Jeanne Vicky Jones. Though you can call me Jay or J.J for short. And yes Ms. Scorn, I do happen to be a real pirate. An Irish one mind ya. I'm the Captain of the Silver Jacket... well, before I decided to mosey on here. It's now in the hands of me first mate."

"And uh, what's your name Lass?" she asks curiously.

"Nicce to meet'cha both, Sscorn and Jay," Belinda said. Scorn looked like an interesting character to be around, but she was also a fan of the idea of hearing able the tales of a real life pirate. Belinda could tell she made the right choice by coming to these two first. "My name'ss Belinda. I have a lasst name, but I don't really like to use it anymore. I have another name I do go by, though I apparently have quiiiite the bounty on my head for that reputation, and I mean like telephone numberss big. Long sstory. Anyway, why are you two joining the Ssentinelss? You wouldn't exactly be the firsst thing to come to my mind when I think of "hero"."

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"Pleasure to meet both of you," Scorn said once names were exchanged ",As for how I came to be wrapped into this well my choices were rather simple. Either I get to rot in my small enclosed cell or I can get a chance of redemption by helping in this program. As you can see I choose the later. So no more playing bad girl for me it seems even if I could wiggle my way out I have nothing to return to so I'm stuck but better here then a cell." After the sting operation that had caught Scorn the gang fell into disarray. She kept them together but without her infighting started and even those that tried to break her out of cell failed and got caught in the process. Last she had heard was that the gang had shattered into small factions and even most of those didn't last long. The Reaper's were as dead as the namesake meant. It nearly brought a blood red tear to her eye.

"But the past is the past, better to focus on the now," she continued stretching ",God it's so good to stretch again. Years cramped in that miserable cell and you forget the little things in life."

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"Hi! You must be the ex Sentinel soldier Scorch. Welcome back! I'm Hollie, Hollie Hills, mission coordinator around here. Please follow me."

The enthusiastic greeting got on his nerves slightly. How the heck anyone could be that cheerful sounding was beyond him. Gudlaug followed after Ms. Hills however looking around as he did. It felt good to be back, to once again be doing something for the world instead of just himself. He wonder what members of the old team would return, along with what the new recruits would be like and if they could ever match the old team.

He was led into a large meeting room to be greeted at the site of quite a few people most seem new but he spotted at least two familiar faces. Those faces being of the robot Creatrix and the man Aldritch. He was glad to at least some familiar faces right off the bat and wasn't the first of the old team to be there. If he had been he wasn't sure how he would of reacted to the new comers. For the time being he merely walked over and found a spot to sit, sitting down with a huff before grabbing a lighter from his back pocket and flicking it open to reveal the ignited flame. Of course he didn't mind helping the world but one enjoyment he got out of it all was watching the glowing dancing flames spray across the battle field.

Honestly Theo experienced a bit of surprise or was caught off guard upon being called 'Mr. Aldrich Jr.' The name was nowhere near offensive, it had simply been a few years before hearing anything close to said name. Theo also felt the weight of Creatix's words upon expressing the Sentinels need for members. Without the facemask Theo wore, someone may have even noticed the reaction Theo had to the scenario as a whole, instead of the monotonous aura Theo currently gave. Finally a bit of relief was felt upon hearing someone other than himself state Dom would be proud of Theo's decision of attending this meeting. Despite faintly focused on currently present members, Theo didn't wane attention from new arrivals. Even nodding to acknowledge those who did arrive after himself.

"Thank you, Creatix." Head turned left to right as Theo scanned the room and who was within it.

"I don't want to seem obnoxious." Every so often facemask would shift left or right as he continued talking. Slowly his fingertips began to tap upon the arm of his chair, which luckily possessed cushion or fabric so no noise was emitted.

"We have quite a lovely bunch of misfits here. And i'd be a liar if I said it didn't strike memories of my first time stepping into one of these HQ's. Even if i was more dragged in....." Upon finishing his remark, Theo's focus or mask's direction aimed at Scorn.

"But, despite the memories, lets get this show on the road. As sad as it may be for the Sentinels, or the impression it gives. I need proving this is worth coming out of retirement..." Theo had no reason to lie, as he stated before.

"Retirement is garbage. But it's better than hell, which exactly what my last term, or better yet war, with the Sentinels was. We may have won, but I still lost, like many others, during those battles. Things which can never be won back..." Friends and his brother alike, were lost during that war which was 'won'. Theo left the Sentinels swearing he'd never return, unless no other option was available. So he wanted proof no other option was available.

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Zeke heard that the Sentinel Program brought all kinds of people, but this generation sure took that cake. A pirate, who actually utilized the lingo, a sentient robot, which was pretty badass, a girl he was pretty sure should be in an asylum, another robot, two Asian girls who had him running on fumes cause of their dress. He defiantly wasn't gonna fit in here, he was the only African american in the room. Well, they were probably smart enough to stay away from danger and a room full of…the unusual.

It seemed that crop haired, brown haired, blonde, blacky, were the only 'normal ones here'. Within minutes, everyone was upon one another, talking, squealing, touching, gazing, gawking, his type of game he was alone with one of the opposite sex. Zeke picked at his hair, running it through constantly in an attempt to get any naps out, which was difficult.

With his hair nap free, we was ready to mingle, and soon was able to find his target. A group of three talking literally a few feet away. The pirate, the crazy one, and a normy, at least he guessed. Zeke wasted no time, sliding himself over the trio, but remained silent when he got there, politely taking in the fact that they were in the middle of a conversation. Fortunately, a quick vacuum of silence was all he needed to jump in the conversation.

"Sorry to interrupt, I'm Zeke, reporter for Action News. I couldn't help but overhear your conversation and become curious. Scorn, is it? What makes you so special as a convict, that you were specifically chosen. I mean, there has to be worse inmates then you?" he chortled, gazing at the three, his face deadpan but his eyes had a particular playful light about them.