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Boreal
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Post by Atticus Gale on May 7, 2018 15:19:40 GMT -6
 JANUARY
Wolverine went on the offensive, gleaming claws whistling through the air as he sprinted head on toward the Sentinel’s legs, leaving he and Plymouth to contend with the robot’s multitude of ranged options. Taking flight, Boreal immediately became a prime target. As he shot toward the ceiling to gain whatever height advantage he could a gun emerged from a door in the giant’s shoulder, immediately tracking him with a stream of bullets. Diving down to evade he became non-corporeal, vanishing into the air, but to the Sentinel’s advanced tracking system the cooler temperature of his elemental form was still visible. In the fraction of a second it analyzed his composition and processed the most successful means of attack; a burst of plasma licked through the air. The deadly arc struck Boreal’s airy form, igniting it, forcing him solid and crashing in a limp heap into the cement floor.
Logan growled in anger as he watched the big blonde guy knocked out of the air by an electrical blast. Only a stride away from the Sentinel’s leg, Wolverine leapt high, driving his claws through it’s protective shell in an attempt to scale the giant, but those plans would be cut short as ten thousands volts coursed through his body.
‘The damn thing had some kind of electrical field!’
Wolverine screamed in pain as the jolt hurled him through the air, turning, his incredible powers of regeneration snapping him back to consciousness with enough time to land and charge once more. Mean while, a great open hand flew down toward the prone Boreal with pulverizing force.
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Post by Plymouth Weir on May 10, 2018 17:24:36 GMT -6
“GET UP!” Plymouth screamed, the cry falling on incoherent ears. The metal hand descended with the force of a wrecking ball, kicking up an explosion of dust as the thunderclap of it’s strike resonated through the room.
Onlookers in the control room high above gasped as at the last second the dark haired man straddled his friend taking the full brunt of the assault against his back! Casket’s eyes burned with violet fire, his rigid form solid and unyielding as the weight of the Sentinel cracked the concrete beneath his feet.
“Holy Hannah!” Wolverine expressed as he charged to their aid.
The Sentinel didn’t let up for a second. Immediately it began to charge up the blaster in it’s palm, bathing Casket in it’s bright residual glow. They had only moments.
“Atticus! Wake up!” Plymouth shouted once more, his body trembling from the intense pain of the Sentinel’s electrical field.
Dark hair unnaturally floated in the static electrical field preceding the fiery explosion of the Sentinel’s beam as Casket’s muscles strained beneath the weight of it’s push. There was no time! He could feel the increasing heat of the energy beam on his back.
Wolverine leapt open the back of the Sentinel’s hand slashing at the wrist like a berserker. The first strike cut deep, sparks flew and the blaster immediately began to power down, but he didn’t stop there. Logan continued to hack away, ignoring the vicious wounds his hands and arms suffered as he dug deep through the twisted layers of metal and mechanics. He raised his claw for one final severing slash and was bashed across the room by two ton swat of the Sentinel’s other hand. Logan was a blur, hitting the wall on the other side of the room with so much force that his eyes remained stuck to the surface as his mangled form slid down and slumped to the floor.
‘Could he survive that?’ Plymouth wondered, but there was little time for speculation.
Feeling a lack of power in the hand bearing down on his back, Casket looped his powerful arms round the fingers and with all his strength twisted. With the shear force of his rotation combined with Wolverine near severing the hand, Plymouth tore it clean off and tossed it to the side like a trash can.
“Impressive.” Commented the lead researcher, stroking his white beard. “I believe this supports my suggestion to employ chemicals in the Sentinel’s arsenal. The increased risk to civilians should be negotiable.”
“It’s well within the budget.” A woman in a white lab coat calmly added in agreement as she watched Casket roll under the Sentinel’s sweeping back-hand.
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Post by Atticus Gale on May 12, 2018 19:00:15 GMT -6
Atticus awoke to feel the blast of wind from the Sentinel’s back-hand. As his vision cleared he could make out Wolverine’s crumpled form on the other side of the room and Plymouth narrowly evading a white hot blast emanating from the robot’s palm. He could feel the anger burn within him, the rage bubbling until it finally exploded!
“Casket by me!” Boreal called as he rushed into the air. Hovering just above the height of the Sentinel, his body grew tense as he strained from imposing his control over the air of the massive area. An immense amount of space, but one that was air tight.
Plymouth knew what was happen and sprinted toward Atticus like his life depended upon it, because it did. He made it beneath him as the twister formed, but he remained safe in the eye of the storm below the wind-master. Winds quickly accelerated in excess of three hundred miles per hour, incredibly intense the relatively small space. Drawn into the vortex, Wolverine’s body tumbled toward the center of the room, even the massive Sentinel was struggling to retain it’s balance. Then as Atticus drew his arms together, the shear force of his will all at once eliminated all the air in the room. All save for that within the spiralling funnel that enclosed he and Plymouth, a narrow tube around which Wolverine’s body, lifelessly orbited.
The researchers in the observatory suddenly all clasped their hands over their ears as the air pressure painfully increased. The windows shuddered, then thick glass began crack and splintered until they exploded. Air rushed into the test chamber with such velocity that researchers would sucked out, plummeting to their deaths in a hail of glass.
The Sentinel, programmed to protect Human life immediately switched it’s protocol as it attempted to catch some of the falling people. It’s attention diverted, Boreal took the opportunity to pull himself, Plymouth and Wolverine upward in a jet of spiralling air, throwing them up and through one of the shattered windows. All three landed heavily, sliding across a highly polished floor into the far wall of the room.
Atticus laid still on the floor, completely exhausted, barely able to roll onto his side. The production of such a powerful distortion of the air had taken a heavy toll on his strength.
“What the hell?” Wolverine groaned, his injuries already significantly healed during the brief moment he was in flight. He quickly assessed his environment. They were in a dark room, the door was busted in, the light from the hallway filtering in. There was a bunch of equipment scattered around, like it was in storage. Springing to his feet, he quickly moved to the open window where he spied the Sentinel below. It was carefully stepping around several bodies that had fallen to their deaths, a scattering of bloodied white coats and grey uniformed soldiers. A cold, but highly effective maneuver on the part of the guy he had considered to be their weakest link.
“Not bad Windy." Logan granted. "Ready for round two?”
Boreal struggled to his feet as the sounds of several approaching footsteps echoed down the hall. “Feels more like the tenth.” he gasped.
“'Light-weight’.” Casket snickered.
Atticus usually ignored Casket's poorly timed quips, unfortunately it got a smile out of Logan which would only serve to encourage him.
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Post by Plymouth Weir on Dec 8, 2018 15:29:28 GMT -6
Plymouth’s bright eyes were attentive, scanning their surroundings as Wolverine took the lead; the brawny little man sniffing the air as he crept into the corridor. The long passageway stretched an equal distance in both directions but Logan seemed certain in his choice as he charged to the right. Casket didn’t question the X-Man as his longer strides matched his quick gate. Unfortunately Atticus was struggling. Pushing his ability to the limit had taken a heavy toll. His hair damp with sweat, he plodded along, struggling to keep up. His performance in a fight would be questionable.
The corridor ended in a blind corner, turning east. There were security cameras, they were well aware of their location and guards would be wary. It was the perfect place for an ambush but turning back wasn’t an option.
Wolverine paused at the corner, his heightened senses interpreting the scents and footfalls of the approaching group. “Ten of ‘em.” he softly grunted, a number Plymouth’s own heightened senses confirmed, as did Atticus who’s perception flowed upon the air, painting a mental picture of it’s absence.
Casket nodded cooly, the silvery handle of his retractable whip appearing in his right hand, while behind him Atticus leaned heavily into the wall. Wolverine tensed, his razor sharp claws flashing from his knuckles as he sprang into the corridor. Plymouth followed close behind, or he would have, were not for Atticus’ heavy hand falling on his shoulder and holding him back. Just then there was searing flash, followed by a thunderous crack as the air was instantly super-heated. A massive plasma burst struck Wolverine square in the chest blasting him into and through the cement block wall behind him. Paint bubbled off the walls and ignited into flame triggering fire alarms. Water cascaded down from the sprinklers, adding steam to the erupting dust of the demolished wall.
Plymouth still wasn’t used to relying on Boreal’s unique ability to see his surroundings by interpreting air pressure, enabling him to accurately see through walls into a ghostly world of monochromatic mists.
“Now!” Atticus roared as he released his grip.
Casket didn’t hesitate. He leaped through the air, twisting his body horizontally as white hot serpent tongues of bright plasma passed underneath him. Hammering his feet into the far wall he had a fraction of a second to spy the massive cannon that had been lying in wait. Then, Plymouth lashed back with his own sting, his whip striking like a snake, piercing a guard’s chest, penetrating clean through his body to strike another behind him. More plasma beams flickered through the misty corridor as Casket pushed off the wall propelling himself across to the other side as he simultaneously pulled the impaled guard toward him to use as a shield. The well trained guards were already working their way behind him, one diving across the floor and blasting round the corner at the third metahuman. She struck nothing, and before the guard could react the big man appeared over her, driving his fist into her face, then following through by hurtling her flailing form toward the others with a powerful gust of wind.
Had it not been for the plasma cannon which they couldn’t abandon the guards would have retreated and for that they paid the price. One after the other, Casket bashed through them. In close quarter fighting they were no match for his strength and speed, arms were dislocated, ribs crushed and jaws broken, then he turned the cannon on the reinforcements emerging from a doorway at the end of the corridor. The interface, as complicated as it appeared was simplified by the big the flashing green button labeled ‘initiate’. Pressing it, cascading water was instantly rendered to steam as the blinding blast filled the corridor, striking the remaining guards, leaving none standing.
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