[IC] Closed

[DFTBA]

Hell's flames, that was a terrifying robot. A suspiciously human one too, what with its apparent sense of humour and the relish it seemed to take in its job. Some AI engineer somewhere in the world deserved a raise, he thought.

Back in the real world where said robot was trying to kill him, there were way better things to be thinking about right now. Falcon stayed back with the other rogues, watching the robot warily, his improvised shield still raised. That machine just radiated power, and he sure as anything wasn't going to charge it. That wasn't to say he couldn't attack it though. He just needed to be subtle.

A machine like that would have a lot of moving parts all working perfectly in concert to allow such deadly precision, not to mention how complex its electronic systems would have to be. An interruption of any of those delicate systems could affect the robot's performance if he did it right.

The robot took a step forward, and as it moved he got a look at gears turning in its knee joint. He selected one of these and grew it slightly. The cog now pressed tightly against the ones around it altering their alignments as well. If too much strain was put on that joint, they could easily lock up or break entirely if the robot put to much power through that leg. His next target was a cable underneath the colossus's upper arm. He shrank it a little, so that the shortened support wouldn't allow the whip arm to extend fully. It would grate to a halt a few inches short, still bent slightly. He hoped that that could throw off its attacks slightly. It was small, but anything that heightened his chances of escaping that weapon was worth the effort.

Growing bolder now, he reached out to the robot's launchers and guns. He shrank their barrels slightly. The changes were tiny, barely a couple of millimetres difference in their diameters, but if his knowledge of ballistics held, the narrowed rifling would be enough to stop any bullets and jam them within the barrel.

One of the other rogues (he assumes that was what the thing was, his eyes had been on the robot) charged the beast, so Falcon took a slight breather to see if his work had been effective. He doubted that the robot would have noticed, but if it did, then it might only be when it was too late and it had overreached itself.

[Polyphemus]

So, only seven of them had made it out. Now that the shaft had been sealed off and the lower floors were being flooded, it seemed like that would be the entirety of the jailbreak. Now, it was just a matter of getting past the Warden, another fucking drongo robot. Were real people just too expensive or something? KB shook his head. This monstrosity was all that stood between him and freedom.

The young lady had suddenly turned into a hulking horned beast and was now grappling with the Warden. Although KB was no strategic planner, he had been in enough fights to think clearly and calmly about his opponent's weaknesses. Deceit and analysis were vital skills. The other man, who looked kinda like that one millionaire who had been all over the news for some reason, seemed to be doing something to the robot, though what it was didn't seem immediately apparent. Some kind of hex, maybe.

A robot that big and heavily armored had to be very heavy. That meant strain on the joints, which had to accommodate this massive weight. As the two behemoths wrestled, Karate Bastard rushed forwards with a scream, nimbly dodging a thrashing whip and whirling the nunchaku he had improvised from the arms of one of the guards. With that, he launched a lightning fast flurry of strikes with his weapon, aiming primarily for the Warden's knees and ankles. If he could get the metal beast to fall or even stumble, it would allow the others to pile on and reduce the fucker to a pile of secondhand scrap. Assuming the others were any damn good. If not, Karate Bastard figured he would do all of the work himself, as he usually did.

[Gentlemanvaultboy]

When the large metal beast swung its whips at them Semyaza beat his wings again and shot up toward the roof. As one of the humans became something else altogether and began to body the robot and another flailed uselessly at the legs he decided to get right to the head of the problem. Swooping downward, he threw out his arms as crackling arcs of dark energy jumped between his fingers. As he neared the head the energy leaped from his hands toward the robots head.

[Bubsy 2]

The current in the air shaft carried Nihil upward. They emerged in what appeared to be a dome like structure. Seven others had escaped, and were already engaging the robot that was guarding the exit. This was her first opportunity to look at their powers, so she took note. Another girl morphed into some monstrous creature. Yet another appeared to be in deep concentration- it was clear that he was doing something, but as of yet it was not discernible. The flamboyant karate expert was throwing punches and screaming. Nihil had already developed a pointed dislike of him. Him and the other thing- the winged creature that had been shouting machinations of wold domination earlier. At least he appeared somewhat useful.

The rest had yet to engage the robot. As for Nihil herself, she was still without weapon, something that she did not like- she was competent in hand-to-hand combat, significantly more so than a normal human, but still preferred guns. Her first inkling was to abandon them. She didn't need them or want them. But she once again remembered Mr. Sinister. His resources would be useful for her goals. She sighed. It looked like she was fighting with them.

She moved at extreme speeds. As the robot swung it's large electronic whips about she deftly dodged them, weaving inbetween the lashes. She was now on the other side of the robot, although she still wasn't decided on her plan of attack. She doubted that her bare hands would service in the situation, which was bad considering all she had was a prison jumpsuit and her bare hands. Instead she darted backwards, somewhat away from the robot, close to the exit of the dome. She would wait for the others to make and opening she could use.

[Mivuli]

Riley hopped out of the chute, landing on her feet to see a massive hulking machine. Her eyes flickered to the exit, only to find their sole exit sealed with foam. She assessed it quickly, mind darting back to days when she and a couple other youths had tried burning polysterene and the like with Zippo lighters in abandoned warehouses, just to watch the smoke curl into the air and choke them with ash.

Rogues were fending off the Warden, but occasionally one of the electrical whips would lash out at inopportune places. Riley skipped out of the way as one cracked against the ground she had just been standing on, leaving behind a blackened scar. Riley snapped her fingers, and watched as an orange spark ignited on the wire: a little excess heat to cajole the electricity into evolving into a crackling fire that licked up the whip. Drops of melted metal began to drip from its limb as the Warden tried to coil it towards him, but limp and halfway-melted, the arm did not respond, reduced to a humming snake that gave a momentary start of life on the ground.

She let her fire do its work as she ran towards the exit. The figure that called himself General Semyaza channeled a flash of his own ammunition towards the head of the Warden. Before Riley could see if it would destroy the enemy good and proper, she turned to the girl of serious demeanour who had just been standing at the exit.

"Not joining in on all the fun?" she asked. Riley lit up her fingers and held the flame over the foam. "Funny, took you for a robotic bane." She watched as it caught fire and the snowy white began to smoulder into charred black. A wisp of smoke rose in a thready curl, but soon the smoke would be thick and fast, if her memory served. Still it would be a time before the foam all melted and the Rogues could slip out. She glanced up at the woman while she spread the fire at several points, feeling like she was lighting a birthday cake, and absent-mindedly offered her free hand. "The name's Riley, how do you do?"

[Weird Tales]

Baal couldn't believe that he had been caught and now was imprisoned in a place that blocked his magical powers. Things were not looking good, his cults needed his guidance and command to function properly or they could fall apart. He hoped that his cult members of high rank were handling things properly in his absence. Right now his dark and wicked mind thought of ways to try and escape this prision.

"Fools, whoever did this shall wish they had never been born a thousand times over" he said to himself. When he had food sent to him, Baal noticed a device that he was certain wasn't suppose to come with his dinner. The PDA spoke and gave instructions on how to the escape and whoever had sent this thing was wanting to see how well they could make their escape. This rogue talked a big game, he doesn't know the great power that I wield, I could have this fool heart if I wanted to once I get out of here, but maybe he'll be of some use when I find out who this guardian angel is, he thought to himself.

One the cell doors were open and he felt his power start to return, Baal smiled evilly. It was time to punish the mortal worms that dared to keep him prisoner. He quickly excited his cell and saw several other prisoners do the same, they must have also recieved a similar message from their guardian angel and were now making a similar escape. One of them shouted time to conquer earth and Baal chuckled, not before me worm. Then the robot guards attacked and Baal began to utilize his attack spells to fire off blast of black flames, but they weren't as effective thanks to these enemies being machines and not living and he was in a weaken state thanks to the effects of the prison.

Thankfully there were other escapees to assist in the fight with the guards, and Baal resorted to The Black Arms of Hastor spell to smash the spell. Once he made to the elevator shaft, Baal used his flight robe to fly up the shaft right after the other flying prisoners and sees another robot, more larger and threatening looking than the last blocking their escape route. That's when he also noticed Rose the witch, he had encountered her a very long time ago and guessed that she had to have been an immortal since no ordinary human could have lived that long and still look so young.

He smiled at the robots words and wondered how well this machine would fare against a group of very powerful and evil beings. Baal decided to hold back and watch the others fight the robot and see if this thing really was a threat to all of them. He wasn't too impressed with the man attacking the robot with just his improvised weapon, like that would really do anything, and the alien went in with his brute strength to help Rose with tackling the metal monstrosity.

"This will be interesting" he said to himself in a menacing and growl-like voice.

[Brodie]

Not to soon after his charge and swing, Craftchenco's shield arm was tackled by some beast. He tried to shake it away but his whip arm had been compromised by the inmate identified as James Falcon. His leg and weapons had also changed in size and limited his response time and action. Then Keith Blackwell started to hi all his vital joints, including the weakened knee. He was able to throw off the giant mutated rat to the side. Not to soon after a hit from Blackwell caused a crack and shatter of his enlarged knee gear and he began to fall forward, missing General Semyaza's sky attack by a few inches. He landed on his shield arm and swung his whips one more time, almost hitting Riley Pielwood, but instead it earned him a fire attack which burned most of the whip to a crisp. With one more hit from Blackwell his systems give out and he is put out.

His shutdown activates Phoenix Protocol which releases nanites stored in his core that repair what is reparable. They give the rogues about 5 mins to regroup, most of them moving towards the exit. His guns and whips had been fixed and his leg enough that he could stand on it. Once he was operational his systems turned back on. Craftchenco stood up quickly and face the group. He only had this last chance to stop them from leaving so it was time to get serious. "No more little kid gloves children."

With his operations being at 85%, he shot a smoke grenade at the group that exploded and provided cover for his attack. He locked onto Pielwood and sent a foam grenade her way. It hitting her in the chest and sealing her in a foam shell, the only part of her body not covered in the solid substance being her hands and feet.

He then turned his attention to Semyaza in the air and sent his damaged whips after him. The whips were badly damaged but the nanites got the electricity and length working again. Once the whips wrapped around the alien he sent 1000s of volts through his whips into the aliens body, and then he flung him at the giant creature. Both being thrown back a few feet.

Craftchenco then located Blackwell and used his good leg and launched himself at the man. He felt like he owed him something so he tackled him with the shield first, the pushed him into the ground causing the metal floor to dent. Right when he was going in for more, something caused him to freeze. Jumping a few feet back from were Blackwell lay, he could feel a virus breaking his programming and taking off his limiters. Clamps on his feet activated and rooted him into the ground. He shield was deactivated and turned into a missile launcher. The grenade cannon and machine gun on his shoulders were now full operational. The limiters were in place to make Craftchenco as dangerous as the regular prison guard, but when they were removed he was a cold blooded killing machine. With the final limiter removed he was back into his originator programming, his WAR Machine programming.

Every living thing in the room was a target and needed to be eliminated. He began by spinning on his spinal axis, only spinning his upper body. His fully extended whips were electrified and with a single touch passed more electricity through the body than humanly possible to handle. With the whips spinning with his body, the weapons on his shoulders started to aim at every rogue in the room. Firing frag, foam, and smoke grenades at all the rogues. The missile launcher on his arm was firing missiles at anything that got in its lazier sight. With so much chaos coming from him the Warden has become unstoppable, his only weakness being the energy core on his chest. He kept a steady pace while he spun around like a marry-go round, not letting up for a moment.
@DFTBA@Diggerton@Mivuli@Weird Tales@Defacto@Gentlemanvaultboy@Polyphemus@Cuccoruler
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Mr. Sinister chuckled at the event that played out on the screen in front of him. They had it too easy so he thought that upping the difficulty level would make things more interesting. He hacked into the machine and planted the virus that would revert him back to his old killing ways. Craftchenco had many different lethal protocols in place for each situation but the WAR Machine protocol was the easiest he could find and the one were someone did not come out missing a arm. Sinister did this to test them, not their abilities or power but their wills and ability to work together. He needed to know that they were the ones for his plan. If they failed this test then they would die, and the only way to pass would be cooperation. Sinister got up and grabbed his glass of scotch and looked out over Lochwell from his penthouse. This city needed some change, a new order, it needed to have the fear struck back in it like the rest of the world. But first he needed his candidates to prove themselves, by taking down the over-sized toy being powered by supercharged batteries.

[Kaalee]

Nataliya was observing the situation from a ways back. She wasn't a fighter, it would benefit no one, least of all herself, for her to go running in there with no plan. She was, however, a strategist and a good one at that. She sat back for a few more seconds, watching everything and taking it in. There was no way to rip the thing apart, it would kill every last one of them before that happened. At this point it would kill every last one of them in the next few seconds if they didn't figure something out. She thought she had it timed, so she made a pass at it, trying to go for it's core. She almost made it too, until of course she was literally hit with the machine gun and flung into the wall.

"Mudok." Natia hissed, wincing as she took in a deep breath. She might have cracked a rib or two doing that. That's what she gets trying to help. She didn't stay sitting down, because that would be stupid and Nataliya is a lot of things but she wasn't stupid. After she got her breath back, she stood up, and looked at what everyone else was doing, trying to figure out what her next move was going to be.

[DFTBA]

James Falcon crouched in a corner, hidden behind his meal tray. After taking down the robot, the group had wasted too much time picking themselves up, prematurely congratulating themselves on their victory and then crossing towards the exit. It had been dangerously stupid, in retrospect. He had almost gone to remove the warden's power pack as had been suggested in the PDA, but after the big reptilian thing stepped on its head, he hadn't bothered. He vowed to himself to learn from the mistake. Cockiness led to taking chances, and taking chances led to failure.

The tray-shield shook again as a foam canister struck hard, but the wall held. He had had to grow the plastic to a almost metre thick to protect himself, but now that it had held the foam would end up adding to the barrier, giving him a little extra protection. Falcon dared to peek around the edge for a moment, and all seemed quiet. His fellow prisoners were all cowering back under the continuous assault.

All had gone quiet below as well. The sounds of struggle had faded, so it seemed that the other prisoners and robots had all been caught up in the rising tide. What he saw when he looked behind to the shaft, however, was that the water hadn't stopped being pumped in. Another stray foam capsule had mostly resealed the shaft after the first covering had been burnt away, but a few cracks in the foam spurted tiny jets of water up from underneath. Perhaps he could use this. The robot's whips crackled with electricity, but if it could be doused in that water, it would fry its own circuits.

Silently, he expanded the sections of foam around the pinprick holes, cutting off the water. He would need the pressure to continue to build below while waiting for just the right moment to release it. He didn't have a way to redirect the geyser that would burst forth once the foam cracked, so that meant he would need the metal giant to stand in its way. It had to be baited.

"Hey!" He yelled at the warden as he stepped out from behind his cover. "Are you going to stand there all day wasting bullets, or will you come over here and fight me?" He put extra emphasis on the word here, trying to alert the other rogues to the importance of moving the robot, but hopefully not while alerting the thing itself. If it sensed a trap, it wouldn't move.

[Cuccoruler]

Rose was hit into the wall. She got up after the hit watching as the machine seemed to get out of control. From what she had noticed of the others the shirtless man seemed to have quite a bit of strength, though he wasn't that smart from the looks of him trying to hit the machine with some make shift nunchucks. She couldn't exactly talk in this form but she did have other ways of talking, as a witch she had many powers, one of them was close range telepathy, so long as she was in the same room as someone she could use her telepathy, it was one of the few powers she could use in this form. Of course it's range was lowered even more in this form. ~Shirtless man, help me stop the robot from spinning, it will give the others a chance to go for the chest.~ Rose said through a telepathy to him.

Rose took a step back then using some momentum she ran at robot to grab hold of one of the arms and started to push it in the opposite side of how it was moving. This didn't completely stop it form spinning but it did slow it down considerably. If Karate Bastard would listen to her then his added strength would most likely help to stop it from spinning and giving the others a chance to go for the chest.

[Brodie]

Ek'ork was one of the last ones out of the tunnel and stood further back in the group. He watched as the machine charged at them whips flying everywhere. Ek'ork just stood there and solidified his body and let the attack come, it simply slid across his chest leaving burn marks that went away when he returned to normality. He phased through the floor and came out next to the girl close to the entrance, simply content with watching the others pick at the Warden.

After they had dismantled him, and they had regrouped Ek'ork was ready to leave in that moment but he heard the robot getting up and turned around to see that he had already taken down two of his "teammates" and was working in on the third. The Warden looked ready to charge at the rest but jumped back and locked him self in. Then he started to go out of control, firing any and everything he had and spinning himself to increase the range. Ek'ork had been hit with two foam grenades, that made him a giant foam statue, then he got hit with a frag grenade. Right before it hit he hardened himself and took the whole thing, then phased out of the foam. He picked it up and threw it at the the thing. It got shattered by the whips, leaving pieces of foam behind.

"Are you going to stand there all day wasting bullets, or will you come over here and fight me?" Ek'ork looked over at the human, he had said something weird, or at least it sounded weird but he could not put his finger on it. Growing tired and annoyed with the entire affair he decided to be a team player and jumped right in front of the closed tunnel and grab the whips. The power flowing through the whips shocked Ek'ork to the core. He had felt pain like this before but it had been a while. Clenching his teeth he started to pull on the whips, stopping the spinning and getting the full attention of the robot. Ek'ork hardened his skin and braced for the impact that soon came to follow, grenades and bullets came down on his skin. The pain was still there but it did not cause any damage. He had already over used his powers as it is and with the increasing trauma he could feel his hold slipping.

"Humans if you are going to strike do it NOW!!!!" Ek'ork said through clenched teeth. He had begun to dig into the metal floor causing it to scrap up and even denting the metal. He needed them to hurry, his power would only last for so long, plus his grip was slipping.

[DFTBA]

The robot hadn't moved towards him very much when the other prisoner made his move, but Falcon decided that this was the best he was likely to get, given that the warden was held in place. He reached out to the shaft with his power, quickly shrining the foam blockage.

It tore away from the steel shaft around it and was immediately swept up in a geyser of water sweeping up from below. Liquid burst out in all directions and soaking him to the skin in an instant, but the main flow followed the direction of the shaft, arcing outwards towards the middle of the dome. As the flow leapt skywards, he grew the amount of water, giving it the little bit of extra range it needed to come down right above the warden.

[Polyphemus]

Karate Bastard had been premature in congratulating himself. When the Warden toppled and had been thoroughly pounded, he had assumed the fight was over. It gave him time to catch his breath (though of course a hard man like him wasn't out of breath at all), take stock of the others and make for the exit.

Then the robot had sprang back up and given him a bloody good thrashing, hitting him harder than he cared to admit. Enough to knock the wind of him. Bollocks to that. He would never admit it, but he had been slow to pick himself up, even in the critical moment while the Warden was standing shock-still. Thinking about the next move, maybe. Robots needed to think, right? At any rate, it seemed to direct less fire from its weaponry at him as he struggled to get up. The drongo probably no longer registered him as a threat after the beating it gave him.

A voice sounded in his head, telling him to grab the spinning whips. He shook his head, still groggy, still slow to react. But KB was galvanized into action when he saw the demonic behemoth and the white-skinned giant grab the spinning whips. The smell of ozone filled the air as the two subjected themselves to the crackling electric current. Brave. KB was forced to privately admit that was brave.

He grabbed the nunchaku in his hand, hurled them at the wasp-like waist of the towering robot. The cloth tether wrapped snugly around the axis, hopefully jamming whatever mechanism enabled it to keep spinning around. If his next move didn't pay off, having the Warden no longer spinning about might at least buy the others some time to react. He rushed forwards, already mentally preparing his attack.

There is a theory that every human being carries a certain amount of energy in their body. Call it ley, call it qi, call it whatever you want, but a skilled practitioner can harness this energy, focus it into a certain area, expend it all in a single attack. KB wasn't sure if he believed in qi, if these powerful strikes were better attributed to diligent exercise and muscle control.

No matter what, though, Karate Bastard did believe in the power of the strike he was about to launch. It was forbidden within the tai chi community for its frightening and lethal power, so naturally he utilized it every chance he could. He had used it to split boulders, overturn cars, send men hurtling twenty yards while their hearts exploded inside their chests. He was confident this strike would at least knock free the armor plating on the Warden's chest and leave the power core exposed.

"BUDDHA'S PALM!" Karate Bastard yelled by way of a kiai as he delivered the feared palm strike directly into the Warden's chestplate. All of his strength, physical and spiritual alike, went into this single powerful blow. Temporarily spent, he dropped to his knees, sweat pouring from his body and genuinely out of breath for the moment.

[Bubsy 2]

Nihil was apathetic towards Riley. She simply scowled. "If you must have a name you may call me Nihil." The girl didn't care to explain to Riley why she was waiting for a chance to strike. She simply continued observing. Riley's powered appeared to be control over flame, which proved effective against the weakening robot. The creature appeared to have fallen, some unknown structural disability sending it to the floor. Several minutes passed and the robot rose again, this time with a vengeance.

Riley, the girl that had been talking to her, was suddenly incapacitated by some sort of foam, the room filling with smoke. The flying creature was hit with the electronic whip, launching him towards the transformed girl, and the flamboyant martial arts user was tackled. The creature finally targeted Nihil, or, more accurately, targeted everyone in the room. Several bullets were directed towards Nihil and Riley, who was currently incapacitated by the foam. Nihil moved to protect the entrapped girl, for reasons she was not entirely sure of. It would appear that her programming got the best of her. She dived, pushing the girl who was likely completely unaware of the attack to the ground. Nihil followed her to the ground, covering her. She absorbed several bullets, by her count 4, injuries that would likely kill an ordinary human, but would only incapacitate Nihil.

[Mivuli]

"If you must have a name you may call me Nihil," said the lady, the glower back on her face. Riley responded with a grin. It was just so easy to get a rise out of the woman, how could Riley resist ribbing her?

The Warden fallen, the escapees regrouped. The foam around the elevator shaft had almost melted away, but before they could win their freedom, the robot clambered back up onto its feet, and launched a second attack. Before Riley could make sense of it, smoke erupted around them, and she felt the breath blown out of her as polysterene sprouted around her. "Oh, come on. Now this is just childish and unnecessary," she muttered, now distracted, with a scowl of her own. She wriggled her extremities, finding them free.

Suddenly, Riley was knocked off her feet, a weight suddenly upon her. Blinking up, momentarily dazed, she saw Nihil, and felt a smirk spring to her face. But it disappeared when she heard gunfire and the metallic noises of bullets that hadn't found their marks ricocheting madly off the metal walls.

Rolling out from beneath Nihil, Riley sat up. At once, she caught sight of bloodstains along the back of Nihil's clothes, suspiciously shallow. Riley clicked her fingers, heat surging in her blood as she made the fire blaze faster to melt the foam she was shelled in, waiting for Nihil's blood to start spurting in a grotesque crimson fountain. "What were you - " But the question was lost when Riley noticed bullets lying around on the floor, and no entry wounds on Nihil.

Riley looked at Nihil, scanning her face for a clue, before she broke out a lopsided smile of her own. "Once we're done with this," she said, getting to her feet and stretching out a hand to pull Nihil up with her, smoking foam falling like wax off of her body, "remind me to ask you what landed you here in the first place." And why you haven't bled out from multiple bullet wounds yet, she thought.

She turned her attention back to the Warden. A giant man, pasty pale and hairless, was absorbing an assault of electricity, grenades and the entire arsenal the Warden had to offer. The shirtless man had struck off the chest plate. Riley couldn't set fire to the arms again, in case that just short-circuited the wires and upped the voltage even more as the porcelain man held on.

Another man had done something to the shaft, and now there was a torrent of water. Before Riley could dodge its sweeping path, she felt its current roll over her. Sputtering for air, Riley cursed to herself. "Goddamnit." She shook her head and flicked the worst of the water off her hand, a resistant flame bursting to life in her palms though less brightly. She turned to Nihil, and offered her hand on fire with a jest in her voice again. "Want me to dry you off?"

[Gentlemanvaultboy]

What flowed through Semyaza wasn't pain while he was in the grip of the wardens whip. The pain was there, of course. It simply wasn't the generals focus. Something else welled up and eclipsed the pain so completely it was as a drop of water in the sea.

Rage. Pure anger. Grabbing something and electrocuting it was a time honored tactic among Grigori warriors. For a human creation to utilize such an attack was to spit in the face of Semyaza's fallen comrades. He was so angry he didn't even notice when the root released him, didn't even feel the impact when he stopped. His eyes remained rooted on the enemy in front of him. He pounded the ground with his fist and jumped to his feet with a flourish ready to reprimand the thing so that it might know the reason it's demise was going to be exceptionally painful, his vision not wavering even as the robot surged with murderous intent. Surely, he thought, this would be a good battle!

That was about when he got stepped on. Just as he hadn't noticed that what arrested his flight was Rose, Rose in turn had apparently not noticed him in her rush to do battle. He was slower getting up onto his feet this time, and was only up to a kneeling position when a fragmentation grenade landed right in front of him. The resulting explosion threw him up onto the wall, where he was struck with a foam grenade nearly instantly. The foam expanded and stuck him there, but was still expanding when a smoke grenade landed in it and became stuck. This to exploded, releasing its payload directly over him.

"Simple trifles!" He yelled. "This will stop me not for a momen-"

If the smoke hand not been blocking his sight he would have endeavored to escape sooner rather than stopping to gloat. As thing stood he didn't the missile that had followed up the smoke grenade. He certainly saw the explosion though.

The blast was intense enough to not only destroy the foam but rebound him off the wall and send him flying across the room. Right over the head of the warden, in fact, whom he managed to fix with a steely glare for the half-moment before he tumbled over his head and onto the ground behind him. Rolling to his feet again he kept that glare and laughed heartily, wondering if this fool robot really thought one mere missile could oh yeah okay that many might do it.

A half-dozen eager little missiles had tracked his movement through the air and had decided that he was a much sexier target than any of the other, squishier, targets in the room. He brought out his wings and wrapped them around him a second to late as six explosions sounded off in succession.

Semyaza stumbled slowly out of the smoke, skin scorched and partially melted from the heat, and managed to slur out "Tha' all ya' ghot?" As if to answer his question he was bowled over by a sudden torrent of water.

General Semyaza would one day learn that there exists inappropriate times to gloat.

But this is not that day.

[Weird Tales]

The fight going on in front looked to be going good, but then it appeared that the robot warden could revive himself thanks to tinier little robots that repaired his body. Baal decided that they would also need his assistance in this battle and he reached down inside of himself to find the power for a spell. That was when something appeared to make Craftchenco freeze up for a moment and then the robot went a total warpath to try and kill them and fired off missiles and other projectiles straight at them. Baal went on the defense and cast his shielding spell.

"Shield of Insidiousness" he said clearly and a barrier of writhing and snarling demonic entities formed around him and took the brunt of most of the raging robot's attacks. Once he was protected, Baal then used another spell and since his options were limited thanks to his current power level and the fact that they were fighting a robot.

"Demonic Force!" he shouted and then shoved out his palm in the direction of Craftchenco. Almost immediately the robot would be hit by an insanely powerful invisible wave of force that was strong enough to shatter thick concrete. For the sake of his temporary allies still trying to fight the metal beast at close distance, he tried to keep his centered on the part of the robot that wasn't being attacked, but there was chance that they could be potentially crushed by the wave of force.

[Brodie]

End of Chapter 1

Warden:

Right after his initial attack, the machine lost all senses. WAR Machine mode made him nothing more than a solider awaiting orders, and right now his only oders are to kill everyone.

He registered that one of the targets had tried to get his attention. Then two non-human life forms had stopped his entire motion. He then attacked the larger one with missiles and grenadesbegan to fire at him.

Then a large torrent of water came down ontop of him. The water kept coming down on him and started to seep into every nook and crack, shorting out his all of his elecrtical systems. With critical systems warnings going off, Craftchenco moved to plug the hole but was stopped when his main systems started to shutdown. In his final moments, Craftchenco initiated Protocol Deep Sea. Its main function was as a last resort. It would sink the entire
Cell Block to the bottom of the bay and everyone in it.

The deal was sealed when two different things happend; Blackwell had shatterted his entire front chassie, and destroyed the energy cell hidden behind it. The an emence power came and shattred his entire spinal section. The robot's upper half fell over and he finished the input for the protocol right before he died out. Now he just lay there, a lifeless pice of metal.
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All around them syrens were going off, and red lights flashing, soon after the defeat of the warden. A annoying voice began to speak: "Protocol Deep Sea now in affect. All staff please proceed to life boats. I repeat..." It said the same thing over and voer again. Then a few loud metal scraping clicks could be heard, loud thundering clicks. Soon after the clicks you could feel the entire stucture start to shift slowly, it was sinking into the sea.

The only exit being the wide open bay doors. Out side was a sinking concreet walk way that lead to sinlgle docking. At the station was the top of a submarine that was waiting for the rogues. Inside was an elderly man with butler atire, he had the air of a wise graandfather and stood waiting fo his guest.
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Mr.Sinister:

After watching the battle, Sinister felt like he had accomplished something. But he was a little upset that he had not coverd all his bases, this lead to Deep Sea being put in affect. Sinister did not worry though, they would not drown, plus Jenkins was waiting for them.

He pulled up the PDA com-link and turned it on. The rogues would be able to hear him, whether it was in their hands or not. He cleared his throat and began to speak.

"Congradulations on passing your first exam childeren. I hope you had fun with Craftchenco. Did you enjoy my little added gift, it was a fun addition right? The little killing machine did not disapoint. But alas, it is time to leave. There is a sub waiting for you down by the dock. In the sub is Jenkins he is my butler.

Now make sure you play nice or he might kill you. He wil be taking you to a warehouse owned by me. Enjoy the ride!"

[Cuccoruler]

Rose looked around at the others for a moment before giving a huff at them. She changed back into her more human looking for again. She had noticed Baal though, someone that she had known from before. Rose had to admit the battle wasn't exactly easy, if it had been a human she would have had an easier time but robots were immune to many of her attacks. After seeing General Semyaza come out of the smoke burned earlier she couldn't help but giggle a bit, this being was most amusing to her. "You need to learn a limit you know that?" Rose said walking towards the general and looking up at him. Rose was a good deal shorter than this man, but she was sure that she was more powerful than him, even in her human form. He would most likely end up being her new toy so long as Baal didn't try to steal him.

Rose headed towards the sub ahead of them, once she saw the butler all she could think of was trying to eat him. However once she heard the PDA go off she also heard that he was supposed to be there, and in truth she didn't know how to pilot a submarine anyways. Eventually she found a stool to go and sit on, it started float up a bit as she sat on it. It was nice to be able to use her powers again now and she was going to take advantage of it as much as she could.

[Gentlemanvaultboy]

"My limits have been tested only once in my entire existence." Semyaza said, still a little bit punch drunk. He failed to mention that he had been found wanting in that test.

Walking to the fallen body of the warden he gripped it under the chin and began to pull. His muscles bulged unnaturally and, accompanied by the screaming sound of tearing metal and the snapping of wire, he tore the head right off the robot and set it on his shoulder to carry. Adjusting the weight until he was satisfied he could tote the head comfortably he set off toward the bay doors and the submarine.