[IC] Xmen: Mutant Liberation Army

[TheUnknowable]

Ten minutes ago:

The rusty hinges squealed as Corona opened the door to and isolation cell that was plated in steel. In the middle of the floor was a giant purple made with wing-arms that was bound in iron strips. "It's Kaze, right?" he said, unlocking the muzzle and removing it. "My name is Corona. My group is liberating this prison at the moment. I decided to handle the isolation cells.

He undid the rest of the locks and, after straining to pull out a pin that was bent slightly from struggling, removed the bindings. "We found some giant weapons and a shield in the evidence lockup. I'm assuming they are yours, as I didn't see anyone else on the prisoner manifest that could properly wield them."

Five minutes ago:

"Modlen Christenson?" Corona asked after knocking on the door. The cell used a sort of airlock style system, where one door had to be closed before the other could be opened. This prevented her from teleporting further than the airlock from where she was supposed to be. "My name is Corona. My group is here to liberate this prison."

He opened the inner door with a whiff of blood escaping.

Currently:

Corona walked up onto the deck of one of the guard buildings. "Greetings, my fellow Mutants." he said, his voice amplified by a Speaker collar around his neck. "I am Corona. I have come to liberate you from your captivity. Maybe you've heard of me, maybe you haven't, but I'm sure you've heard stories of my parents, Cyclops and Jean Grey." True, they weren't his real parents, he was merely raised by them from the age of eight, years after his father died, but if he told them that his real parents were Cyclop's brother and some random normie, the story wouldn't have near the impact he was hoping for. "They lived in a much better time, one in which most normies at least tolerated mutants. My parents thought they they could learn to accept us, at least as equals, despite our superiority. They were wrong. Instead, the Normies hunted us down and threw us in camps. They made us the enemy, because they require fear. They feed on it to keep their society together. WE DO NOT. We live on hope, and on our own strength, learning to harness our will to feed our abilities. That is why they fear us. Those who wish to live as sheep, with their politicians as shepherds, will always fear the wild animals who live in freedom."

"I now offer you a choice. You can either come with us, and help free our mutant brothers and sisters from tyrants who would enslave them for merely existing, or you can leave, and try and make your way in a world run by those that hate and fear you. The choice is yours."

With that he flipped a switch on the side of the speaker collar and went to talk to Heka. "The SS will probably be sending their robots to take us out in a few minutes. We need to get everyone and everything we looted back to base, ASAP." With that he left to talk to the former prisoners, especially the ones that were in confinement. They seemed to be the most dangerous of the lot.

[Shard]

The order was a simple one to give, one Aiden felt little for. As the boy stood, leaning against a cold, metallic wall, a sipped from a glass bottle chilled with a respectable amount of coca cola. Upon his head, one would clearly see a set of headphones caressing the young teen's ears with a flow of music, which in turn proceeded to drown out the screams echoing through the sterile prison hallways. "Kill everyone, without a shock collar." Lowering those large, black eyes towards the prison warden withering to naught but his skeletal shape, one would only be able to brand Aiden a psychotic killer on sight. Quickly moving feet of necrotic puppets made their way through the corridors in a savagery likened to berserkers and barbarians, but the boy appeared to have all but forgotten about them, with his attention steadily aimed at the man by his converse clad shoes.

"M-monster..," the warden spoke, forcing the word out as the dying form of his breath grew ever slower. The apathetic expression offered in turn would draw this man even more fearful of the apocalyptic event taking place in his immediate vicinity. The dead rose to strike the living.

"A product of your tyranny," Aiden finally responded after an air of silence eventually faded from around his lithe shape. He did not appear to find any level of joy in the scenario taking place, much like a man would consider killing cockroaches a task quite disgusting. He did not seem mournful, no, but rather dismissive. As those slender fingers felt the chilling surface of the glass bottle, Aiden brought it to his mouth and took a sip, all the while lowering the volume on his music. Amaranth, from Nightwish. "But you'll make amends." The boy finished, gently moving his hand to conjure a mist of purple death, cloaking the man and rotted his flesh to the point of unrecognizable horror. Only moments later, did he rise, those empty eyes staring back at the man's new master. A telepathic order was all of which was required, to put him in the same ranks as the other undead warriors.

With a heavy sigh, Aiden lowered his gaze towards his cellphone, reminding himself of the time. This was a hassle, but they were rescuing their brothers and sisters. That's all that mattered. Corona was far too kind to the humans, as it was. Unless the order had been given, Aiden, the soft and loving young teenager who would waste no time in expressing his affection towards others, would show no mercy. "Killer!" A voice echoed throughout his mind, causing the pale boy to clench his teeth, "murderer! Yes, kill them all! Kill! They're insects, like mommy and daddy! Insects!" It was hard to filter out one voice from the other, as a choir of distorted words blended into each other. "Watch them suffer, like mom and dad! Kill them, like mom and dad! Kill them, like you want to die! At the last word echoing throughout his skull, Aiden raised the volume of his music, his entire body tensing in reaction.

"Shut the fuck up..," the boy spoke through clenched teeth, his fingers around the bottle tightening, with pain echoing throughout his head.

[WindsOfFate]

~Heka~

The hour was late, though night had yet to come and they had been tasked to liberate mutants. There was nothing more he wanted then to see his people free from oppression. It sickened him to think that because they were different they were hunted, jailed, restrained and some even killed. The wind blew through his hair revealing the beautiful streaks of purple amongst the black. He was tasked with teleporting everyone to safety once they were free, but first, they had to set them free. The heels of his boots clattered rhythmically against the hard floor. His garbs fluttering as if there were a constant breeze.

"Fighting never solves anything," he commented as he blasted a guard through a wall, causing a commotion. "Then again it always has been fun." Corona was off to take care of those in the isolation cells while he took note to make sure there was no interference from guards. No doubt their actions would not go unnoticed by the Sentinal Service, and he would be ready. He walked through the halls, his energy butterflies blasting holes here and there. Anyone who was one of them would be set free. Resistance was expected, but futile at this point. Guards attempted to stop him, but they were no match. Bullets screamed through the air and crashed into him. His eyes narrowed at the ricocheting metal and sighed. Thrusting his hand forward, the sleeves of his robe shot forth slicing into one of the guards. The other three looked mortified as the sleeve retracted. Heka looked at his hand and sighed, there was no need for excessive force, but if they did not do this there would be no freedom. The remaining three guards continued shooting, but Heka vanished, appearing behind one of them, his robe stretching out and ensnaring the man. His blood-curdling scream filled the air around them, but when the robe retracted, the guard's mangled body was on the floor.

"Two more to go," Heka said as he turned to them. "You can flee or fight, the choice is yours." The guards looked at each other holding their weapons. Heka shook his head and thrust his hand forward, a pentagram appearing around his hand. Instantly another appeared behind the guards. "The souls of those who resist shall be consumed." Demonic arms stretched out and grasped the two guards, dragging them into the burning pentagram before dispersing.

Once everything was done, Heka brushed his clothing with his hand and made his way to the guard tower where Corona would be. It went without saying that Heka had a crush on Corona. The mere sight of the man in power caused Heka to blush internally. Though he would never say it out loud he was quite intrigued by him. One could only imagine what it would feel like being held by him in the night hours or listening to him talk about his life. Heka slowly approached his form, not wanting to disturb him.
Standing at his right side, he held his hands behind him looking over those liberated from their cells. His eyes seemed to bore into the very souls of those in front of him, yet he was silent and his face emotionless. When Corona moved over to him and gave the order, Heka nodded and smirked as he turned and made his way to find Aiden. It didn't take him long, the stench of necrosis followed the child wherever he went. Approaching, he swiftly, but gently, removed one headphone from his ear.

"Come, we are leaving..."

[QueenNugget]

Hider

Pressing himself against the bare wall, boredom had overcome Sammie long ago. He flopped his arms down by his side and sighed dramatically, leaning his head back and scooting further and further down the gray-ish, white-ish wall that created a room that had been his home and his confinement for around two years. Although it had not been long, he missed the feeling of putting pen to paper, the sound of the ball point scratching across the surface of the pages, his neat handwriting filling up the blank space between the lines, the smell of fresh ink as it escaped from the cartridge of pen. Oh, how he missed that.

He often found himself dreaming of another reality where he could be sitting at home, pen and paper in hand, a coffee in the other, sitting beside a warm fire as he attained message after message of publishers hoping to get their hands on his work. Staring blankly at the wall that seemed to stare right back at him but with much more ferocity, he heard loud booming sounds and what he presumed were explosions near him. Becoming frightened but also excited, Sammie jumped up and ran to the far end of the room, cautiously waiting as the thunderous booms approached rapidly. He witnessed guards rushing past his confinement box from a small window that sat right above where Sam could see, his head struggling to peer through it as he craned his neck. Right as the guards past him room, one of the explosions went off right in front of his door, blasting through the metal and the dingy white walls that held him. He instinctively threw himself to the ground, curling into a tight ball, hoping not to be hit by any flying debris. His heart pounded as the smoke cleared and he waved his hand in front of his face, coughing. At least, that's what he thought he was doing, he couldn't currently hear from the ringing that filled his ears.

Once he could see and hear again, Sam noticed a mysterious person stride past. Deciding that person was probably the one who caused the blasts, he walked on the outside of the room, trying not to be noticed by the person. Once he slowly exited the room he was supposed to be in for many more years, he looked around the hallway, just to be sure the coast was clear from any guards that might be still willing to attack. He drifted further down the hallway, not sure on what to do, his mind racing from all the thoughts of panic. While his thoughts were clouded, he didn't realize he was following the person until they were pretty far. Coming back to his senses, his first thought was to flee, but then he realized that his story could make for a great one. He gasped, but quickly covered his mouth which was now pulled into a smile, for he didn't want to be discovered.

Hiding behind the corner, he stumbled over a guard's unconscious body that lay still on the cold ground. He was about to pass the body when his eyes were drawn to a small notebook attached to the guard. My notebook! How convenient! He exclaimed to himself as he bent down and grabbed it. His pen also was with the notebook/journal and he quietly squealed to himself as a rush of relief and an electrified feeling washed over him. Sammie tucked them under his arm and stood, trying to decide what to do. On one hand, if I go back to my room, I probably won't get sentenced further. But. If I continue to follow the mystery man or woman, it could make for much more interesting story that just going back to the first option. Hmm, choices, choices. He thought to himself, but he already knew the answer. Anything that with the best story was the better option. Always.

Staying at a distance, he followed the person, trying to stay quiet, occasionally stopping to write down notes. He soon seen that another person was coming into view, but he didn't want to get too close, just in case, but the suspense was slowly killing him as he kept himself back. He scribbled down descriptions of both the people as the mystery dude began talking to the other person.

[Kazemitsu]

Kaze

At the sound of the door opening to his cell Kaze opened his eyes. An unfamiliar person stepped in, sight and scent were totally different. Never mind the fact they actually spoke to him and somehow knew his name. They undid the muzzle, letting his jaw open wide and crackle loudly now that it could move. Apparently someone was liberating the prison of its prisoners. That was always well and good considering they were imprisoned simply for existing. When a good bit of the locks were undone he simply shifted, bending at the waist, which snapped the remaining bars holding him down.

"I'm surprised they didn't melt it all down." He growled out. That incredibly deep voice was odd sounding, like multiple people speaking at once. Almost as if he had multiple sets of lungs and vocal cords, which might be a possibility considering his draconic appearance. Stretching his body this way and that he limbered up his joints. He had been held stationary for so long it almost hurt to move again. Rolling his shoulder he followed Corona out of his cell and looked around. Guards were downed, some dead some not.

Kaze went to the lock-up that was on his cells floor. It was cleared out except his own stuff, simply because no one could move it. He snagged the shield while his tail coiled around the haft of the maul. His free hand hefted the axe up onto his shoulder. Even without armor, clad in a simple red and gold kilt, he looked like some sort of war god. It didn't take him long to just smash his way out to the courtyard and out into the nice fresh air. Lifting his nose he inhaled deeply, even with all the smoke, blood, and dust he could smell the difference in air quality.

Corona started up a speech that was largely lost on the dragon man who was enjoying the breeze. He did catch that they could leave and do their own thing or go with him. Considering the Sentinels would be after him again he figured it'd be easier just to go with the liberator.

[Goliah]

Modlen waited in her cell for several minutes after the stranger had opened it for her. She was certain it was trap, some kind of trick by the guards. Granted, they hadn't done anything like this before, but they were above tormenting mutants, as she was all too familiar.
After a while, the anxiety and indecisiveness waned just long enough for her to 'port outside of her cell, looking around fearfully. The first thing she saw was the corpse. It was one of the guards, his head turned away from her so she couldn't see his face, but the pool of blood and exposed muscle and bone told her he was definitely dead.

A wave of nausea and fresh anxiety washed over her. They were killing people. In a panic, she 'ported away, jumping from the end of one corridor to another in a blur. True, blood could heal her, but she'd never killed anyone for it. She'd never even seen a dead body before.
She stopped when she reached the group gathered around the guard tower as the person who opened up her cell addressed them. This wasn't good. He was talking about superiority and not relying on fear, a speech she'd heard a thousand times, and not just from mutants, but from people. Especially the members of her father's church. The words were different, but the message was always the same; We're better, they should fear us instead of us fearing them.

The entire thing made her uncomfortable, she almost wished she was back in her cell. She was surrounded by people and it wasn't helping her feel any safer. She needed get out of here. But where? She'd been caught once before, she didn't want to think about what would happen if she was caught again. The speaker had mentioned a base, somewhere where they were retreating to. It wasn't ideal, but it was better than nothing. She needed somewhere to get her bearings, to figure out what to do and where to go next. Modlen looked around uncertainly, looking for direction.

[ReusableSword]

Toro "Jolt" Warnock

The low hum of an electric motor filled the large concrete room, one wall had a sealed hatch where another had a thick glass window. The electric motor powered a large wooden wheel on the floor that turned slowly. Strapped to a chair in the center of the room with electrical wires connecting to specific points was a young man, he was glowing orange as where the cables leading off him disappearing into the floor below him. A scientist sat in a chair on the opposite side of the window, wearing a white lab coat and reading data sheets while occasionally sipping on coffee.

A subtle rumbling sound in the distance didn’t seem to bother anyone, the small vibration barely noticeable above the moving machinery in the room. The next rumble was louder, the vibration shaking a bit more. The scientist looked up from his work, the man strapped to the chair also looked up and over at him. Then the alarm, red lights flashing and sirens blaring, a clamping sound from the door and steel shutters closing over the window was all he needed to see. By the alarm and the worried look on the scientist he could tell that someone was either breaking out or breaking in.

He could hear them, the pounding that echoed through the halls before stopping outside of his door. Suddenly the door dented once, bending a portion of the metal door some before getting hit again and again, each hit bent and warped the door further until it finally broke off and slid across the floor. What he saw next surprised him, he could make out a few butterflies in the dim light that fluttered to him. Their beautiful wings effortlessly cut the wires and his bindings before fading from his view.

The man stood his orange glow illuminating the dark room, he wasn’t wearing a shirt only the white pants from his prison uniform. Freedom, it was nice, being able to breath and move without the restrictions set upon him. The young man stepped out from his earthen confinement to a hallway of death. He could tell that the guards were dead, but this didn’t detour him from heading towards the make shift exit. Still, he found himself standing at the exit and looking out into the court yard, many mutants had already accumulated there.

However, the young man hesitated before stepping out, not for fear of further imprisonment or anxiety, but for the automatic rifle that lay on the ground. Carefully the glowing man picked up the rifle and picked a couple of magazines off the lifeless guard. He wasn’t skilled with firearms, but he could still get some energy off the rounds in a pinch if he needed to. Walking out across the ruble and into the yard with everyone else his attention was soon grabbed by a man speaking. What the man said seemed to click with him, finally he was presented with a chance to damage or destroy those who imprisoned him, who experimented on him, who took his parents from him.

He glanced around at the others they seemed confused or terrified, one woman near him seemed to be looking around as if weighing her options. He had never seen anyone like her before, her Grey skin, pointed ears or double pupils. To him she reminded him of himself and how he stands out. He did get close to her before talking, “Ma’am, if you stay here the sentinels will kill you. Your best bet is with them, at least that way you can get far away and leave when you want too” he knew it wasn’t much of a choice, he was sure some of them could make it fine on their own in the surrounding wilderness but not forever.

@Goliah

[hagroden]

Protiv

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The sound of soft footsteps could barely be heard as Protiv walked through the Prison, his eyes alight with energy and pleasure as a stream of yellow-green gas trailed from his fingertips, only to dissipate completely as he continued to walk, reading the signs of each room and wing as he passed. Corona's attack on the isolation Ward hadn't begun yet, so Protiv was able to stealthily make his way through the prison without fear of direct confrontation. He had two rooms to attend to, the first being the security office, and the second being the prison's barracks, both of which he intended to reach before his leader's attack began.

The first assigned room he reached was the Prison's security room, and through the door's small window he could see half a dozen officers monitoring the dozens of television screens displaying every inch of the facility, although not all at once. It had taken Protiv nearly a week to memorize the route he would take to the Security office and how to avoid the Cameras that were nearly everywhere. Thankfully he had made it there without a hitch, and with a dark smile behind his gasmask he knelt down in front of the door and held his palms towards the slight crack under the door. Then, with a humorless chuckle, Chlorine gas began to billow from his hands and in to the room, and within moments the surveillance team collapsed into the toxic mist that flooded the room.

With that done, he called it in to the rest of his team using his phone and continued along, jogging towards the barracks. It wasn't long however until the sound of explosions began to resonate throughout the facility. "Shit!" Protiv muttered to himself as his Jog turned into a full sprint, chlorine gas beginning to stream from his hands in a manner similar to crop-dusters fertilizing their soil.

Now sprinting, it wasn't long until he reached the now-empty barracks and he cursed to himself again as he ran towards the Isolation wing. The smoke trailing from his hands began to grow in volume has he continued to run, and it began to form a cloud of toxicity behind him. As he ran, he began to hear the sound of boots and shouts, and he soon found himself facing a small convoy of very confused policemen, numbering in the 30's at least. However, before they even knew what hit them, they were surrounded by the lethal gas pouring from Protiv's hands. Seconds later, the men began howling and screaming as they dropped to the ground like flies, one after the other. After the last officer had fallen, the gas quickly dissipated to non-threatening levels and Protiv nearly tripped over the fresh corpses as he ran past them.

It had only taken the man a few minutes to nearly destroy the entirety of the Prison's armed forces, toxic gas is especially lethal in close quarters, and the officers hadn't stood a chance. Protiv had also made sure to bust the locks of every cell he could find, telling his mutant brothers and sisters to make their way to the Isolation wing for Corona's speech, so they could understand what was happening.

The Prison was failing, and the MLA would make good on their goal this day.

[TheUnknowable]

@Kaesus"Huh," said Corona, cross-referencing the name on the door and the prison manifest he realized why the room had an airlock which lead through a type of thermos setup, with the cell on the inside and the outer wall on the outside. Air and water was piped in and food was sent in through the airlock. Apparently they wanted to keep something sealed away that could fit through small spaces. Or at least they thought he could.

He stepped into the airlock, sealed the door, and, after it pressurized, opened the inner door. Inside he saw a man in the prisoner uniform, complete with anti-mutant collar that would send electricity thorough his nervous system should he try to use his powers. "Hello, I'm Corona." he said. "My team is here to liberate this prison. So, Morphling, would you like to leave?"

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Corona's phone rang. A few minutes later he hung up and ran over to Heka. "We need to leave right now. SS is only almost here." He took a step back so it wouldn't deafen Heka and activated his speaker collar. "Excuse me, everyone, but the SS is only two miles away. Running is no longer an option. We'll evacuate everyone, and when we get to our base we'll arrange for you to go to go to one of the mutant settlements in Canada or Mexico if you don't want to join us." He quickly went to anyone from the isolation cells that he could see and asked for their help. If the SS got here before everyone was through, they would need to hold them off, and he wasn't sure his group could handle an Evac and a fight.

About a minute later people were still running through a butterfly lined portal as a ten meter tall robot (left) landed just outside the prison fence and fired a plasma beam at it. Two five meter tall robots (right) landed on the opposite side and began firing ceramic bullets at the terrorists. Corona noticed a personnel carrier pulling up as that 10 meter one fired a plasma beam, forcing him to jump in front of it to keep it from hitting anyone else. Thankfully, his forcefield plus abilities were able to handle it.

[Kazemitsu]

Kaze

Kaze just watched the people file through the butterfly portal while Corona asked for assistance handling the SS. "Sure, it'll be fun." He replied While hefting his weapons and shield. Hell the only reason they caught him to begin with was because of their numbers and scanners. Well this time he wasn't running, he was going to be actively fighting. It didn't take long for them to show up, a big sentinel, two smaller ones, and a personnel carrier.

Swapping his axe for his hammer he cocked his arm back and threw the massive hunk of steel. Even if a sentinel tried to catch it they'd fly along with it before it impacted the carrier. Crumpling it like a tin can and leaving quite a hole where the engine used to be. His shield came up while his axe slid into his hand, easily blocking the ceramic bullets with the thick sheet of titanium. They'd need a bit more oomph to get through that while he advanced. Those legs chewing up the distance between him and the sentinels. He was making an obvious target of himself considering he knew his own durability and damaging capabilities.

[WindsOfFate]

~Heka~

Heka had returned to Corona's side, but not without noticing the look on his face. He had received a phone call and it was news Heka didn't want to hear. Nodding, he immediately began the spell to transport everyone to safety. His eyes lit up with power as he began to levitate.

"liberabo eos:!"

His voice filled the area. He thrust his hand towards the wall adjacent to the gathered mutants and watched as a mass of beautiful butterflies burst from his hand and shot into the wall. More and more compacted creating a spell circle on the wall. The circle sparked to life with power and the butterfly lined portal opened. He sighed as he landed back on the metal deck and looked at Corona who was busy speaking to those he freed from the isolation chambers. Heka was watching as one by one mutants ran through the portal. Suddenly, the sound of jets filled the air and Heka's eyes landed on one of the monstrously sized robots. One of them fired directly at his portal causing him to react quickly.

"Praesidio!" He shouted as the plasma beam crashed into an invisible wall that surrounded the portal. "Keep going, get through the portal," Heka shouted to everyone. He tried to find Corona, but through all the commotion, and protecting the portal, he was having a hard time. "Damn," he muttered trying to make sure his kind made it out alive. The Sentinel Service were firing dangerous rounds at them, not holding back in the least and Heka understood why. They were a threat, they didn't care about them. Death was the only option now. Ceramic bullets screamed through the air, Heka vanished and appeared beside the portal watching the bullets shred the tower where he was standing. His eyes finally landed on Corona who was protecting them from the plasma beams. Heka was ushering in as many people as he could trying to get them to safety. Any moment his shield over the portal would break.

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*Praesidio translates to "PROTECTION"
*liberabo eos: translates to "FREE THEM"

[Kaesus]

For a minute now Morphling could hear the prison alarm ringing, he had lost all hope of ever leaving that prison so the alarm didn't even made him try to check what was going on. But suddenly his cell door opened, he didn't even remember when was the last time that had happen.

Morphling look at the man that offered him a way out, he wasn't a guard and he didn't look like a normal human either. Of course he wanted to leave, he shouldn't be there in the first place, the people who tried to steal from him should be the ones in jail. Morphling gave a nod at Corona. "Is there any way you can help me with this collar? I'm useless with this thing around my neck, and if we are attacked while leaving I'll be useless." He stepped up and walk towards Corona. When the door open Corona could have seen the sadness in his eyes, now they were filled with a mix of happiness and rage. Morphling wanted to crush and tear apart every single guard that he saw in his way out. He wanted to make them pay for the way he had be dealt with.

[hagroden]

Protiv

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Things were going south, quickly.

The SS had been much faster to respond then had been planned, and now there were three Sentinels with a carrier helicopter not far behind it charging the fortress his team was trapped in, not to mention the dozens of Mutants that were being held at the prison. With almost blind abandon, Protiv sprinted through the labyrinth of hallways towards the Isolation wing, where he could see Heka funneling the escapees out through a portal. Looking out one of the many windows, he saw what appeared to be an enormous Dragon de-commission the carrier aircraft and Protiv couldn't help but smile proudly behind his gas-mask.

"Kill the fools, the lot of them." Protive whispered with a proud gleam in his eye, before smashing the Window that stood between him and the SS.

Raising his right hand, a white mist began to stream from his palm directly on to one of the Sentinels, and the Sentinel began to freeze over, an effect of the gaseous nitrogen that was finding it's way into every crook and cranny the blasphemous machine had to offer. While it may not destroy the machine, as long as it was trapped in Protiv's frozen mist, it wouldn't be going anywhere.

Seeing the rain of ceramic bullets the other, smaller sentinel was directing towards the escaping mutants, Protiv's left hand began to produce an invisible gas which quickly began to create a thick wall between the Sentinel and it's target. The hydrogen in it's gaseous state did little to defend against the ceramic bullets, but the second gas that began to stream from Protiv's hand quickly changed that. The gaseous helium was just cold enough to start converting the concentrated hydrogen into a solid, and before long there was a long, wide wall of metallic hydrogen standing between the sentinels and their targets.

"That should hold them for a bit." Protive murmured softly, focusing to keep the hydrogen surrounded by the freezing helium gas.

[Goliah]

Modlen started to turn to reply to the orange-haired mutant when the fist sentinel landed. The scene quickly descended in panic and chaos as bullets and numerous abilities started to fly. For a moment she was frozen in place, unsure of what to do next. That was until a bullet struck her shoulder.

It felt like she'd been hit by something small like a piece of gravel and at first it didn't register that she had been shot. The she felt something running down her arm and a whole lot of liquid running down her back. It felt hard to move her arm and she looked down dumbly at the red stain forming on her uniform. She couldn't see it, but there are an exit wound the size of a fist on the other side. Then the pain set in, followed by the realisation and panic. She'd been shot. Her chest felt tight and she suddenly found it hard to breathe. She felt cold but also felt like she was suddenly drenched in sweat. She felt sick. It was like her mind couldn't process anything after the realisation that she had been shot. The young mutant girl stumbled slightly.

Just then she noticed the tall, orange-haired stranger who had spoken to her before. It was as if he had disappeared for several moments and had only just reappeared beside her. Her grey skin now even paler than it was before, she looked at the stranger.

"Help?"

@ReusableSword

[ReusableSword]

Toro "Jolt" Warnock

His attention was brought back to the matter at hand as three sentinels dropped down and began to open fire. “There must be some heavy hitters here to have two mk1 and one mk2 sentinel as a rapid response.” He thought to himself. Seeing the others engage the robots there was still more incoming fire towards them and the portal.

“Praesidio!”

The word seemed to carry weight from the user as the plasma beam from the mk2 impacted an invisible barrier. Looking around he could see it was the man who freed him and opened the portal seeing the surrounding butterflies. Without giving, it much thought and feeling an urge to do something the boy raised his arms and a visual distortion emanated from them like a cloud, the distortion would look like the heat distortion on pavement on a hot day.

This cloud of distortion greatly slowed anything that passed through it, minuscule trails of what looked like orange vapor trailed behind what or whomever passed through and in turn Toro began to glow orange. Ceramic projectiles slowed and dropped through the cloud, the tall glowing man held his concentration on this, gathering and storing kinetic energy. Slowly small static arcs of orange energy branched off him and harmlessly onto nearby objects, his eyes glowed with an intense orange glow. “I am alive!”

For a moment it was if time stood still for him, the battle raging in the back ground, mutants fighting against human constructs and a small ceramic projectile. The small round had made it through his barrier and slowly it passed him. His eyes followed the projectile, and he lost his focus, dropping his guard he turned and looked to where it had gone only to find the girl still standing behind him, “why is she still here?”

For a moment they both seemed to be frozen in place as the battle raged, the strange girl stood before him. He could see the hole in her clothes and something trickling down her hand and onto the ground. Then the poor girl stumbled and looked at him, “help.” It was all he had to hear, he acted quickly picking up the girl and moving for the portal.

He was unsure if it would help the girl, but he let some energy he gathered into her. Where ever the energy transferred to her, her skin would harmlessly crack with orange markings and her eyes would give off a slight hint of orange. All of these things would fade once she had spent the energy he gave her, and for her in her condition it would feel like an adrenaline spike.

Once they were through, he began to try to remember the medical training his father put him through so many years ago. “Pressure on the wound with some kind of dressing” he spoke aloud while tending to the girl, “I have to rip your shirt, and I hope you’re not shy.” He didn’t wait for an answer, whether she was comfortable was out of the question, he had no idea what kind of ability’s she had, and she was injured. He quickly ripped her shirt up past her belly button and around her back, taking the jagged piece of cloth and wrapping it around her arm. After tying the wound he held pressure to it and looked at her, he was still glowing and harmless sparks still jumped off him, “can you tell me about yourself? What’s your name? My name is Toro people call me Jolt.” He was trying to calm her down as was the next step, he was focusing on the girl in front of him and was entirely unaware of his surroundings.

@Goliah

[TheUnknowable]

@KaesusCorona grabbed the collar around the lock and focused plasma into it, cracking the high-strength ceramics within and breaking the lock. He then pulled the collar off. "That better?"

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The giant robot turned off it's chest plasma beam as safeties within it tripped due to the beam projector overheating. Corona used the opportunity to start getting the last few stragglers through the portal. "Everyone, the protal's closing. Hurry. Kaze, you might not fit through for much longer." Two of the last people were an orange haired glowing man and an injured woman he remembered was named Modlen. Thankfully he remembered what her powers were from her prison file. He ran over and searched the area for something bloody. Another prisoner had been shot in the area, but already made it through the portal, so he picked up a handful of bloody dirt and put it in her hand. "Come on." he said, trying to move them in the direction of the portal.

[Kazemitsu]

Kaze

Kaze's axe flashed briefly before it was cleaving through one of the smaller sentinels. It was split across the waist and while it was still falling the back swing crushed its head into so much scrap metal. As he turned his tail tore his maul from the destroyed carrier before it was swung by the long limb, crumpling the second small sentinel like a tin can. The insanely heavy weapon and his strength combined making short work of the robot. While he worked his ears swiveled, Corona said the portal would be closing soon. "Dammit..." He growled grumpily.

Might as well do some collateral damage. His hammer swung out, crumpling the thirty foot tall sentinels knee before one of those wings of his shoved the undamaged legs of the cleave sentinel into its chest cavity. With his fun done he turned and bolted towards the portal. His shield and weapons shifting so they were held by his wings and tail before he started running like an animal would. That stride was nearly three times his bipedal one. Zip zip through the portal the giant went while being mindful of whoever else was on the other side.

[WindsOfFate]

~Heka~

Heka was concerned about Corona, but he knew the rather large dinosaur looking beast would put up quite the fight and hopefully help Corona dispatch the three monstrous machines. While he protected the portal, he watched as one by one they began to go through. Those gathered were slowly leaving the field of battle and he was thankful. All of those who had been gathered had made it through, but there was one girl in particular who had received a nasty wound from one of the ceramic bullets. Heka sighed as he watched a man scoop her up and carry her through the portal. He was thankful that the man had saved her life. He would need to learn his name when they returned to the base. The constant strain of holding the portal open was beginning to drain Heka, but he wanted to make sure everyone was through the portal. Suddenly, the great beast known as Kaze, began to cleave through the metallic monsters. First one then the other. Heka made note of his strength, his sheer blunt force power and it intrigued him. He was next to come galloping through the portal.

"Corona, please hurry," Heka said though he wasn't sure if Corona could hear him or not. "ANYONE ELSE? LET'S GO!" He yelled one final time as he slowly began to back up. There was so much destruction, so much chaos but they had managed to defeat the SS, for now. Heka stepped through the portal and as he did so the portal began to close. He only hoped that Corona would make it through in time. Once through he waited watching the portal as it slowly shrunk in size. Come on Corona. There were injured to look after, and he had to do his part to make sure everyone was at tip top performance. Reluctantly, he turned from the portal and began to assist in finding room for all of those liberated. He would have to give a tour later, but for now as long as everyone was settled in that was all that mattered.

[TheUnknowable]

@WindsOfFateCorona made sure the last of his people and the prisoners were through the portal and jumped through himself. Just before he jumped through he noticed that the hydrogen wall was almost completely evaporated, with the gas leaving it glowing slightly. He dived through the portal just before it grew too small to get through and, after rolling to halt his forward momentum, spun around just in time to hold up his hand and block the explosion from coming through. A bright orange light came through just before it closed, and afterward he stood up.

"Well," he said, dusting himself off. "That went well for them catching us off guard." He turned on his speaker collar as a greenish-brown, hairless man ran over to him from the base. "Everybody, this is Salamander, my assistant."

"You can call me Sal." the man said in a Brooklyn accent, waving to the crowd before Corona continued.

"He'll make sure you get medical attention, a bunk, food, clothes and the like, then find you a job or arrange for you to go to one of the Settlements."

"Um, actually sir..." he whispered something in Corona's ear, then Corona turned off his speaker collar and push his way through the crowd to get the Heka.

"Open a portal to Cable's Camp." he said quietly to Heka, then turned on his collar. "Ok, everyone, something has just come up. A fellow Freedom Fighter is about to come under attack by Sentinel Services, so if you you want to help with the evacuation or protect them until they can escape, stay here. Otherwise, you can go with Salamander and he'll get you medical care, etc." He motioned towards Sal, then waited for the people to clear the area out enough for the next mission to begin.

[Kaesus]

Ten Minutes Ago

As the other mutant broke his collar, Morphling's eyes filled up with rage, the same rage he felt the day he was arrested, those humans will pay for every and each day they kept him locked. A green light came from inside his body, he skin start tearing apart and from it black fur started coming. It had been long time since he last turned, so it was being hard than it normally was. His bones and teeth started to grow as a snout started gaining shape in his face. When the green light faded his was in full Big Bad Wolf form, he bowed his head towards Corona and left running in four legs.

He could smell the blood dripping from the bodies around, in between of that smell the breeze of the outside. From the same direction the breeze came from he could hear the sounds of battle. When he finally reached the outside battle was happening, three robots were fighting mutants, a portal was open and some people were leaving through it. Morphling did not hesitate and charged one of the small sentinels, jumping the wolf tried to bite off the machine gun that was firing at the mutants. He kept working on one of the smaller robots, leaving it when he saw some guards he could tear to pieces.

When Corona call that the portal was closing Morphling run through it not looking back.

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Now

Even after all that fight Morphling was still filled with rage, when he heard that a new mission was just about to start he howled like the beast he was. In this body he couldn't keep the excitement of the hunt, he was ready for what was about to happen.