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    The more time passed, the more uncomfortable Len felt, making it hard to keep up with the 'authority' role he had been trying to show. Why did people keep remaining in total silence like this?! Interacting was already such a difficult task to dealwith but, tense silence?? That had to be the worst state of interpersonal communication, for sure.

    With no reaction to go on about, the male vocaloid wasn't quite sure of what he was supposed to even be doing now. Just stand here and keep giving the offending girl some angry looks? ...What would Mr Stark do if he was in the same position? ...Probably shoo her outside while dictating the rules, then going on a tangent of how he needed space to work, or something. Yep, that did sound like him. Maybe one day Len could have lessons on how to be more assertive with the man... as well as those lessons on hacking. Len really wanted to get better at those and the man seemed very confident in his own skills!

    ...Either way... Mr Stark's ways would be no good to execute without the right 'aura' about oneself, so they were discarded for now. What else could he do to make his instructions that more clear?

    The boy's gaze wandered around the laboratory area, through several tables and several ongoing projects, before landing back at the girl with the beer can. The trash bin! If there was one thing that would make 'throw that in the trash' than getting presented with a rubbish bin right on one's face! Mentally congratulating himself over this moment of genius, Len had then stepped outside of the lab for a couple of minutes, oblivious of the owl creature trying to return his pen and thus, forgetting to let it know of where he was going.

    When he came back, however, Len could barely be seen behind a huuuuge container of trash that he had hoistered inside the room without much problem. Both plastic and empty packets of stuff weren't as heavy as their volume might make it seen after all, though maaaaybe he should have brought a smaller one instead. Oh well, a bit too late for that.

    Carefully, he made his way back to the girl's location, slowly lowering the plastic green container of trash in front of her, then casually gesturing at it to reinforce the rules of the workplace. The beer can goes in the bin.

    Crossing his arms pretending impatience, Len had then finally seen what their second guest had been up to, noticing the familiar glittery golden pen in between its oddly taloned hands that went against basic bird physiology. F-fascinating... though also a bit eerie.

    "Oh, uhhh, t-thanks!", he had let out reaching for it slowly, making a huge effort not to internally cringe or give himself goosebumps, or just everything at once. No matter the effort though, his expression still spelt 'something is wrong' clearly to everyone involved.


 
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The Force Commander​
Tactical Sergeant Tarkus
Status: OK​
Status: OK
Actions: Shield Down, Armor Taking Damage​
Actions: Tactical Retreat
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Rin's recommendation of retreat did not go unanswered. Tarkus shouted loud enough for Rin ( Necessity4Fun Necessity4Fun ) to hear.
"Don't worry about us, we'll keep you covered! Get back from these damnable machines, you'll be dead in an instant-we don't know what precisely they're firing, but it can certainly cause wounds!"
"We can handle them for now, but you need to get out of here before more of them appear!"

Tarkus was momentarily silent as his next four bolt shells struck true, causing the unfortunate Terminator to suddenly have a gaping hole in its torso. His squad was doing fine-bolt shells were slaying scores of the Terminators, all while plasma rounds literally melted the Terminators to slag.
But it wouldn't be enough. Eventually they would break through. And the Force Commander's shield was becoming dimmer, and while the Commander replenished energy for every enemy he slew, the sheer firepower was outdamaging whatever hopes the Commander had to replenish his energy.
Meaning now was a good time to start falling back. The Commander could take a beating, but he wasn't invincible.
Tarkus quickly took stock of the situation. For starters, the wolf and that sword wielding woman were both in serious danger-one good shot and it would be the end of them.
The Force Commander seemed to acknowledge this, as the Astartes commander slowly began stepping back, shield fading. Now the Terminators' plasma struck ceramite armor instead of a force field.
The Force Commander swiftly pointed at both plasma marines, and pointed to a piece of cover closer to the jeep, before twirling his finger in a circle pattern. And Tarkus swiftly understood the silent order.

"Phobos, hold position. Deimos, Corvus, fall back but do not leave the area yet. Once you reach a piece of cover some distance away, commence firing and we'll fall back under the cover fire."
The marines swiftly spoke their affirmations through the vox channel, and soon enough the plasma-gun wielding marines were falling back while Tarkus and Phobos resumed their fire. Then plasma bolts flew past, and the Astartes sergeant fell back while the plasma gun armed marines continued firing, the other bolter marine following close by. Tarkus then swiftly spoke to Red Team ( Sleek Sleek ).
"We have commenced tactical retreat. I highly recommend you follow-we'll be providing covering fire for you."

The Force Commander, on the other hand, chose to swiftly get his melee comrades out of the battle.
The Astartes field commander suddenly charged back into the fray, shoulder bashing a Terminator, before striking another Terminator down. But combat was no longer on the Force Commander's mind-now was a good time to get his allies' attention and get them to evacuate. Plasma bolts struck the space marine's armor over and over again much like rain.
The space marine brought his hammer high into the sky, before bringing it down on the ground, causing a small quake where the thunder hammer's head landed, knocking a couple Terminators off their feet.
The Force Commander then swiftly looked at Penelope ( Nightwisher Nightwisher ), and jerked his head backwards before turning to Meiya ( Gundam Watcher 27 Gundam Watcher 27 ) and pointing towards the jeep. The gesture was simple-go.


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Those remaining military men and woman still left fighting off the terminators were either dying by plasma gun fire. Losing men and women to the machine war was going to happen no matter what, there would have to be sacrifices but those who fought wouldn't die in vain. John looked back at the Force Commander and the Red Team with a air of respect as the others who had trouble could get away while the Red team Spartans and the Force Commander's group all stayed behind to provide covering fire.
Those who had braved the risk of further terminator plasma gun fire. "The terminators have 40 watt plasma guns and above. One of those could kill a human in one blow." The strange type of Vocoloid was something... different.

A different type of robot, more human like than the others.. The sad truth was of the war was that some machines were going to be a bad guy in all of this even if some machines did fight for the Resistance, it would take some time to adjust. John frowned, opting to take Topside to cover for the others. "You hear me? Red Team, Force Commander, you and your squad can meet me and the others as we reach HQ. " "Be careful, as we reach HQ, there's mines specifically trained to stop machines from entering. "Rin, I... misjudged you."

"COME ON, COME ON! The man driving the full two groups nodded, and both started to go. John shot the plasma shots from topside, making sure HKs didn't surround the group or harm the others.

Connor was holding his breath almost the whole time.

He had hoped Rin and the wolf would be able to make it through the minefield while the man driving the two jeeps was going to make it through the covering fire the others were giving them.

As there was a half wasteland where the area started to fade away from the terminators, there was also a minefield.

Blair landed her plane somewhere in the hanger back in the HQ, heaven knows what the hell the others went through out there.

But there was some new faces nearby:

There was a man with a brown shirt, a gun strapped to his back, and a bluish coat with a red patch on his arm near the minefield:


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His name was Marcus Wright

Nearby a woman who you heard over the comms earlier named Blair was standing next to the man

Blair stared at Marcus then at John.

John looked at the others, while Blair did the same

"Any of you injured?" "You might want to go back to HQ, John's wife, Kate will patch you up in infirmary."

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    Jerome said, waving the Humvees off as Douglas fired his last rockets at any Hunter-Killers. When he ran out of ammo, Douglas swapped to his rifle. It was much less powerful than the bolters, but the hardened armor-piercing rounds could damage even the Terminator's durable frames. Douglas would swap positions, moving to cover the Marines. Jerome would serve as their new anti-air/anti-armor, using his potent laser to punch holes in heavily armored enemies.

    Alice moved closer to the Force Commander, her heavy machinegun turret hosing terminators with high-caliber ammunition to suppress the oncoming forces. While the Spartan's shields and armor were weaker than their Space Marine allies, they had the benefits of maneuverability and that she shields recharged only after a few seconds of rest. This meant that, in the long run, they could take just as many hits, if not more, than their Space Marine allies. Their only issues were their weapons were weaker (save for jerome's laser) than the Marine's bolters and plasma guns.

    "Alice! Douglas! Get ready to fall back!"

    Jerome called. Their retreat would be long and bloody, but would hopefully draw the main force to them, as maybe the Terminator's commander would be more interested in this drain of personnel than in pursuing an ultimately slippery target.
 
UEF Commander Nikolai Petrov​
Status: ACU taking fire, physically fine if not a little disoriented​
Actions: Responding to distress call​
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Not too long after the Cybran commander found himself in the city, a blue flash was spotted not too soon after, and when the flash cleared, what was clearly an UEF ACU was there.
And as it would seem, the ACU clearly hadn't intended to end up in a desolated city. The command vehicle slowly looked around, head swiveling left to right in heavy confusion, before the UEF Commander vocalized his thoughts.
"Where the hell am I? This sure as hell wasn't where I was supposed to be gating-"
Petrov's thoughts were very rudely interrupted by Terminator plasma scorching the UEF ACU's armor. Under attack already. Petrov sighed.
"Whoever tampered with the quantum gating system, I am going to kill you if I get off this hellhole of a planet."
After that cheerful statement, Petrov instantly got to work. The ACU wasn't defenseless, and Petrov was determined to make the most of the ACU's weapon systems. The Zephyr Antimatter Cannon swiftly got to work, firing into the horde of machines intent on ending the UEF Commander's life.
Then, as Petrov was blasting away at a group of Terminators to his right, the ACU swiftly registered the presence of another ACU. A Cybran ACU ( Sleek Sleek ), to be precise-and it was signaling for help.
So it wasn't just him. Petrov wasted no time in signaling the Cybran ACU.
"This is Commander Nikolai Petrov of the UEF. I can confirm that whatever these things are, they're neither Aeon nor Seraphim."
"They're ugly as hell, mind you."​
 
Meiya Mitsurugi
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Meiya had to fall back, as the terminator army just kept on going. She jumped into the vehicle Joseph was in, taking command as she drove herself and the muscular man out of the battlefield, staying close behind John Connor.

As soon as they reached the base, Meiya had just one question.
"Just how F*cked is this place?! Why are Machines killing humans?!"
 
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"OHHHH NOOOOOOO" Joseph leant out the smashed-in side window and cried out as his allies that had stayed behind began fading into the distance. For a bunch of guys wearing tin cans, they were pretty badass, and Joseph respected them for staying behind to cover the exit rather than running away like he had done.

At some point, the Jeeps began to slow, and Joseph noted the dude in the bluish coat just standing outside. The guy had asked if anyone was injured. "Ooh, me!" Joseph was practically standing on his seat as his whole upper body protruded from the side window. "I'm injured!" He waved the arm that had a searing chunk of flesh missing from the shoulder. The guy mentioned the infirmary at HQ, and Joseph had already decided where his next destination would be. He shuffled back into his seat, before jabbing a finger forward.

"ONWARD TO HQ!" Joseph briefly looked toward the driver and did a double take as he nearly jumped out of his skin. Whoever had been driving before was gone and suddenly the sword girl from earlier was at the wheel. "Ah!" Joseph spun in his chair and directed his finger toward the girl. "A woman driver!" He began aggressively tugging at the door handle, but it didn't budge. It seemed bailing out wasn't an option.

Instead, Joseph directed his attention to the lumps on the ground that stretched across the road ahead that looked suspiciously like mines. "Is this... a minefield?" Joseph considered just diving through the window.


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Rin was significantly heavier than Penelope thought she was, but with the strength of being on all fours, it was nothing the skinwalker couldn’t handle. The wolf heard Rin playfully command a charge and pretend she had a gun. Now, if that wasn’t the cutest thing the Native had heard in battle she didn’t know what was. Too bad Penelope couldn’t give too much attention to the girl because she was paying attention to the battle going on.

The vocaloid held onto the wolf’s neck tightly, but not too tightly. Her instinct was to shake the girl off with that, but she ignored it knowing full well that the girl wasn’t going to harm her. More than that, the girl had intuition enough to understand what Penelope was annoyed about and even relayed that information to the group. Good, this was good.

Even better was the fact that it got a response. Penelope gave a nod to Tarkus as he explained they would be fine and quickly turned around and bolted after the Humvees that were being driven by John Conner and company just in time to see the Force Commander give his order for them to leave. Good timing. The wolf thought, and in mere seconds she was off of the battle field. If she didn’t see the others with them after a few minutes of getting back to HQ, she would head back to see what she could do to help.

As the retreating group neared HQ, Penelope slowed her run to get in line behind the jeeps. She had heard something about a minefield and she wasn’t about to get herself, or Rin, blown up. If she took the time, she’d be able to sniff them out, but who had time for that? Nobody. So, the wolf merely ran behind those who knew the way to make things easier.

Once they reached HQ, Penelope gave a shake over her pelt to let the vocaloid know it was time to get off before she lowered herself to the ground. When Rin was back on her own two feet, the wolf took a step back and tossed the clothes that were in her mouth up into the air before she phased back into her human, and naked, form. The girl grabbed her clothes out of the air before they landed on the ground and slipped them on quickly. Again, shameless in her body, but still she didn’t want to be naked around these people for longer than she absolutely had to.

The Native’s gaze traveled over Marcus as he spoke. No...she wasn’t imprinted on him, but she had to admit he was cute. Maybe she'd flirt with him, maybe not. Whatever.

Now dressed, and feeling the need to say something, the woman stepped over to Joseph Joestar and the woman who hadn’t introduced herself yet. It probably would have been more intimidating if she was in wolf form, or even still without clothes, but she needed them to understand and pay attention to her. “You,” she pointed to Joseph. “Don’t set up a retreat like it’s some kind of special attack. It’s bullshit communication and you can get people hurt if they put faith in you.” Penelope turned on the girl with long purple hair. “And you, have a better sense of the battle field. Take the time to figure out who your allies are so you stay the fuck out of their way and avoid friendly fire, and listen to a retreat order the second it’s given. Even a few moments of hesitation, and in case you weren’t paying attention, you out there delaying the retreat was longer than just a few moments, got people killed. People who didn’t need to die. As far as I’m concerned, that blood is on your maladjusted hands.” The skinwalker may not have been a leader of this group, but she was still an Alpha so she wasn't about to hold her tongue when people needed to be put in their place.

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Mentions: The Red Team ( Sleek Sleek ), The Force Commander and company ( GearBlade654 GearBlade654 ), John Conner and Marcus Wright ( darkred darkred ).
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John Connor finished the drive and stopped at the land metal minefield area. His communications device was going crazy with voices, screaming and a lot more.

He moved forward, not worried about the mechanization underneath as it only affects robots and other androids/terminators..etc.

As the humvees passed by, he watched the others remain unscathed even the small child named Rin.

He looked back for a while as Marcus Wright made the walk, Blair shortly joining him.

But it didn't last long as
Blair and John turned only to notice Marcus had a land mine on his leg.


"I'm ok!" Marcus looks shocked as the land mind goes off.


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There was an odd girl yelling at her about not listening to orders. Why does she need to listen if there were people still trapped?

Their conversation would be interrupted by Marcus, who Had a mine somehow attach to his leg before exploding!!!

"What in Amaterasu's name?!" She ran over to check and see if he was ok, only to gasp in shock.

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Commander Max Thompson, Human Headquarters #107​
Status: Booting Up​
Actions: Searching for Resources, Setting up Base​
"What the hell happened-"
Some distance away from the action, while Resistance and Terminator fought each other, there were other events stirring behind the chaos. Namely, a structure of some sort swiftly materialized on the surface of this Earth.
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The structure, as it set down, instantly sprung to life, lights all around it swiftly booting up. Within the structure was one man, all the way from... Earth.
Except it wasn't Earth. This was a much, much different Earth from the quiet lands of the Earth this structure hailed from.
Max Thompson silently reflected on how he had got here.
It had all started with an anomaly. It was yet another day, another establishing a base of operations on Ecosystem 9. But the second the Headquarters was set up, the ground underneath shook like something was bashing the ground with a giant sledgehammer, and to make things worse, the HQ's sensors shut off momentarily.
Until now, and when the sensors came back online Max saw that this was not where he was supposed to be. Something had gone wrong. Horribly wrong. What it was, Max would never know.
But Max had access to highly advanced technology, including defenses, and Max was determined to make use of them. First to keep himself alive, then to take advantage to explore this place, then finally find a way to get the hell out of here.
"Right, first things first. Testing the base systems..."
The systems were weirdly fine, including the base A.I. So that ruled out the base's systems malfunctioning. But what else could it be?
First things first, though. Initial scans of the area revealed no catalyst pools around that Max could take advantage of. Max was going to have to be wise about this.
Wise quickly switched to calculating as Max noted that there were quite a few... metallic bodies, whatever they were, lying around. Not Human, not Beta, and definitely not Goo. But there would be time for reminiscing later.
"M.U.M., get a Factory operational. I want ground forces prepared to strike at any potential hostiles that might want us dead."
"Understood, commander. Factory is in construction and a Trident drone has been deployed for further reconnaissance."
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"That'll do it for now, but let's see what else we find. Alright, Tango Delta. Scout the perimeter, let's see what we find."
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As the robots began to move into the police station, Arthur had holstered his LeMat Revolvers for the time being before getting his Mustang to trot up to the entrance, stopping directly in front. As the machines called out on the comms about how they were beginning to evacuate the survivors the gunslinger took out a Cigar from his trusty Satchel, lighting it up and taking a good long puff despite the impending threat that was likely to invade their rescue in just a few moments. That and alcohol were the only consumables that seemed to help him focus that were common in the MPF- nobody seemed to know how to make old-fashioned snake oil, though it didn't help that he couldn't exactly head out and find the necessary plants. Damn civilization was everywhere.

"Well, you'd better hurry up with that there rescue- We're probably the only 'humans' left around this city, and to them monsters we'd probably look like a food buffet!"

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Once the group had made it to HQ, Joseph dodged the smack that the Asian chick had aimed at his forehead and rolled out of the Jeep. "It's not about women driving, it's about the woman who's driving!" Joseph struck a accusatory finger back through the Jeep door. After making sure his hair was okay, Joseph examined the area. It seemed the wolf and the kid had made it, as well as the pilot chick and John Connor.

Then, inexplicably, the wolf transformed into a naked version of the Native American chick from earlier. Rather than question it. Joseph just grinned and nodded slowly. "Nice." His grin quickly melted, however, when he noticed that she was storming towards him right after she had gotten dressed. Before Joseph knew it, he was getting chewed out for running away. Surprisingly to Joseph, it seemed that nobody he met was ever impressed by his secret technique. "Hey, I'll have you know my special technique has saved more lives than I can count!" Joseph didn't deign to add that the lives in question were all his own life over multiple occasions, but it seemed that his retort was lost on the girl as she began directing her reproval toward the sword chick, and all of a sudden Joseph was in agreement.

Everybody seemed to have their attention drawn to something in the distance, and as Joseph followed their gaze, he spotted the coat guy from earlier with something stuck to his leg. Luckily the guy said he was okay, so that meant-

And then the guy exploded.

Joseph cursed and began sprinting back toward the minefield. The smoke hadn't cleared yet, so he couldn't tell the damage, but Joseph stopped a fair distance away from the crater in case another mine went off. "Why'd the mine go off for this guy and not us!?" Joseph cast a look back at his allies and then again at the smouldering crater. "Unless..."


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The Humvees pull into base and shortly a cot is brought out and a pregnant woman named Kate Connor, John Connor's wife walks out
clearly shocked and scared for her life. She comes out, trying to contain her fear in front of the others. She looked over "John, we'll talk about things later."

She screams "BARNES!"

She is wearing military fatigues.

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Lieutenant Barnes

Barnes heard Kate's screams and came running.

Barnes growled "HOLY SHIT!"

He knocked Marcus out with a butt of his gun.

Barnes and everyone would have a lonnnnnnnng talk about Marcus a while later, but first to make sure "IT" didn't escape.

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A short time later, Marcus is chained up hanging from a missile silo.


John Connor, Blair Williams, Kate Connor and Lieutant Barnes were all staring at Marcus hanging from chains.

John is just staring blankly, in shock.

"So you think you are human?!"

Marcus growled, shouting back "I AM HUMAN!"

John nodded back at Barnes "Pull the chains down a bit."

He did and Marcus stares down at his gory and bloody body with terminator parts showing.

He does nothing but look horrified.

"ARRRRRRRRRRRRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"


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    "That's the point!", the man inside a biiig metal suit had yelled back, "Don't worry about us, we'll keep you covered!"

    "Oooooh!", Rin had let out almost instantly, understanding what he had meant with that, "That's actually pretty clever!!"

    Wolf-girl seemed to agree on the idea, giving a nod to the brave soldier and following the other guy in a suit's gesture to leave. The Vocaloid had no idea of what either a mine or a minefield really meant, momentarily hoping that her nerd of a brother was there to explain these specific terms to her. The tone in which the man that seemed to be leading them had talked about the things, however, made it sound like these 'mines' whatever they looked like were dangerous to her. What was that thing that Len would talk about a lot? That thing that shut down any kind of appliance... Some kind of frequency? Hopefully, that wasn't the case in here, sudden reboots put quite a strain on the OS and if this... sound, or wave or whatever was that powerful, maybe it could damage a component or two as well... And Rin definitely didn't have any spare parts laying around or even knew how to fix anything.

    That was Len's department! All she had to/wanted to do was learn to use a gun!! Eventually... One day, one day she'd be a cool cowboy.

    Dreading the so-called 'minefield' that didn't like machines like her, the girl internally prayed to the Buddha that she'd be safe on top of the wolf-lady, or at least that she'd not fall down from her mount if it did shut her down momentarily. Left behind in a desolate, unknown land filled with shooty evil robots didn't seem like a safe thing. They had lasers! L-A-S-E-R-S. There was a chance that the shots would go straight through her casing and get out on the other side and Rin wasn't about to risk it to test this theory. Nope! She wanted to liiiiiive!

    John's comment about having misjudged her didn't really reach the older twin's ears, but if it had, the girl would probably be confused over what it meant, asking him to clarify the term. Either way, riding Pen had to be one of the coolest things that the female Vocaloid had ever done! The wind roared past her ears, hair flowing backwards. They were so fast too! So fast that following the square-y looking cars that had no ceiling seemed like a child's play for the duo. Forgetting about the imminent threat of the minefield, Rin cheered and hyped her wolf friend aaaall the way to the resistance's HQ, enjoying every second of the run, feeling as if she'd been transported into a cool action movie.

    "Weeee! That was amazing!!", she let out excitedly, hopping down her friendly ride with a 'thump!' noise against the concreted floors, "I'd love to do that again~!"

    There was no time to admire her new surroundings, however, as an explosion rang behind them, past the entrance, startling her. Seeing the trail of smoke, Rin had instantly grimaced realizing that this could have been her, had being atop the wolf for the trip not made her safe. An explosion of that sort would surely have destroyed her, not even leaving the SD card with her memories to salvage... Len would have been incredibly sad and probably find a way to blame himself for it.

    "Are we under attack?!", the Vocaloid had asked the others in panic, assuming that the only robots around, except her, would be those dangerous ones with the lasers from before.

    She gazed past the door, waiting with apprehension for the ones who had no returned yet, worried that one of them could have gotten hurt by the explosion. But... she had never expected to witness John and his friend drag an unconscious, never seen before and, lacking almost half of his body, man inside. Rin could only widen her optics and cover her mouth in sheer horror, unable to even find the right words to make questions.

    "Why'd the mine go off for this guy and not us!?", the muscular man that spoke funny had asked, starting to wonder things, "Unless..."

    "...He's a cyborg...?", the girl replied tilting her head in thought, the differences in the definitions of 'android', 'robot' and 'cyborg' ingrained in her mind by her brother's insistence in correcting others about the topic.

    "I wonder what they're going to do with him... Rin doesn't like this heavy mood that was left in the air. It's like a bad omen, inviting evil spirits and misfortune over..."

    Not that the tense silence had last for much longer.

    "ARRRRRRRRRRRRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

    The Vocaloid had squealed startled by the haunting, painful-sounding scream echoing in the facility, lowly backing up and putting herself behind the woman, that had come back from being a white wolf by now, merely poking her head over the other's shoulder, peeking from her safe spot.

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As expected, the Vulture Xenomorphs didn't like to have him inside their 'territory', neither to have someone suddenly throwing fire spears at them. It turned out that these creatures weren't too akin on self-preservation, or could understand English as they had ditched the spot where they were circling the top of the building and closed-in on Sage, probably anticipating to make a good meal out of the college student. Unprepared to have each and every single of them on his tail, the boy of phoenix descent had made an evasive loop in the air, managing to get some distance from the starving aliens.

In response, the one closest to him had decided to spit its acidic saliva in his direction. Sage widened his eyes and reacted quickly, bringing one of his fire-wings in front of him, the construct almost attached around his arm, acting as a shield. A low hissing noise echoed as the acid met the barrier, momentarily melting the solid surface before it met the flames themselves. All that was left from it was a tiny cloud of smoke. Unfortunately, the creatures proved to be quite clever, a second one hammered with its whip-like tail against the shield-wing, sending the young man spiralling downwards for a moment as the lack of a wing made stabilizing the flight almost impossible.

"W-woooooa! I don't remember signing up for a turbulent trip!!"

Forced to retract the protection, fire wings flapped franticly trying to correct their trajectory. It seemed like Sage had put himself in a 'more than you can chew' situation, with one against 10-ish being rather the unfair fight. Still, people were depending on him being able to distract these creature enough for the evacuation of the civilians, and he would not, could not let them down. He just would have to be even more cunning than the xenomorphs were...

First order of business: getting them away from the police station.

Instead of going right directly back to face the vulture monsters, the college student sent a new shot of the flame spears at the flock of alien creatures, this time as promised, aiming to kill or at least maim. Though it pained him greatly, the lives of the innocent people inside the building were far more valiable than those of the parasite extraterrestrial beings in the present context.

Having successfully provoked the enemy, Sage then took flight, sliding upwards into the sky further up and then making a sharp turn to travel away from the location. Angered, vengeance-filled xenomorphs followed him, spitting even more acid that the young man dodged with somewhat grace, yelling at anyone that might be below to run so that they'd not get hit by the melting rain.

About 10 vulture aliens trailed behind the pyromancer, almost as a flock of ducks migrating, following their leader.

Okay, so he had gotten all these guys away from the hostages... and now what?
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    "Mask, are you sure that this will let us get to Ventus and find Gabrielle?" Lazarus put on his helmet and checked his gear one last time. His Strauss II ASBD, Kodiak X Revolver Shotgun, and two Glock 17 G3 Marinas were all cleaned and loaded. His backpack was filled with enough supplies for a week of guerrilla operations. Trying to find a person in another plane of existence was bound to take a while, and honestly, a weeks worth of MREs might not be enough. It didn't matter. They owed it to her after all that she did for them.

    "No. I don't think Assara has ever brought anyone to the Null Axis without bringing them out immediately. We don't even know if humans can live in the Null Axis. We're shooting in the dark here, Laz." Mask expressed his doubts, but he knew what this mission meant. His exoskeleton was charged, his Krut Zip-4 in hand, his Ares SCR packed away, and his two Chiappa Rhinos were tucked away securely. He took a deep breath and reached into his pocket to take out three elaborately decorated playing cards. Each card's resembled a stained glass window with blues and pinks with two curled dragons. Mask flipped them over to reveal three figures in black with a red hand, one with shields in the corner, one with staffs in the corner, and one with winged boots in the corner. The Assaras of Shield, Staff, and Stride. "Looks like we're in business. Assara Hand, take us to the Null Axis."

    The three cards glowed and engulfed the two Guardians before their visions suddenly went black and the two began to fall. They fell for what felt like 20 minutes in complete silence, comms not working at all. Lazarus and Mask both doubted whether they had failed and sentenced themselves to their doom. All the information they had about the Null Axis was from Mask's Masques, Gabrielle, and Abaddon, but Gabrielle and Abaddon only had experience with the planet called Ventus within the Null Axis, not the empty void that filled the rest of the plane of existence. Did the Masques lie or did Assara make mistake?

    Their questions were put to rest when the darkness suddenly faded and the former Navy SEAL and the MARSOC Raider's eyes crashed into the dirt. Gunfire and shouting rang around the two, prompting the two soldiers to scramble to their feet and ready their weapons. Lazarus was the first up, drawing his pistol. He was in some kind of trench. Greeting him was man in a dirt covered beard in black military fatigues and an exoskeleton armed with a submachine gun looking just as disorientated as Lazarus felt. Immediately, Lazarus pointed the gun at the man, asking, "Who are you and where are we?"

    The man stared at Lazarus wide-eyed, doing nothing as Mask got to his feet and drew his own pistol. The person in front of them looked like he'd seen a ghost, but scared people were the most prone to rash decisions. After a few moments, the man realized that two guns were being pointed at him as he held a weapon himself. Dropping his weapon, the man raised his hands to show he meant no harm. He searched his mind for an answer and after a few seconds, he spoke, "I'm Av-Abraham. I'm Sergeant Abraham Russell. I... don't know where we are, I just woke up here a minute ago." The man looked between Lazarus and Mask for a few more seconds in disbelief. "You guys are Metahuman Response, right? I work for the MDR too. My code name is Delta Ronin, ID is DRU980013. I'm unassigned."

    Mask gave Lazarus a look that conveyed his distrust of Abraham before the two Guardians lowered their weapons. This man had knowledge that most people wouldn't know. Everyone knew the public logo of the MDR, but the special forces variant was only known by very few. The codename and ID format seemed to check out with everything he said. However, Lazarus didn't have the best feeling about this guy. There was something familiar about him and something very strange about their circumstances. "What do you mean you 'just woke up'? You don't just wake up in the middle of a war zone."

    "I was...using my powers to travel through the Null Axis. I got lost and jumped out the first chance I got...then I passed out." The story was mostly true. There was a lot of information that Abraham left out, but that stuff would only complicate his contract. Just like Lazarus and Mask, he was a special forces soldier who knew when some things needed to be kept from others for their benefit.

    "We can talk later once we get out of the hot zone. Ronin, take point. Mask, watch our backs. Guns and powers free."

    Abraham nodded his head and picked his submachine gun up again. He looked around the trench for a moment before climbing out to survey the area. After a few seconds, he signaled for Lazarus and Mask to come up. The current immediate area was clear, but it was clear that there was a battle raging on just a short distance away. It appeared that some kind of insurgent force was retreating from an unknown enemy force. Abraham, Lazarus, and Mask didn't have the luxury of picking a side. Shoot at whoever shot at them and keep their distance from anyone else. Whether they landed on Ventus or not didn't matter. There wasn't any guarantee that the welcome party at Ventus wouldn't have been friendly.

    It took all of five minutes for Lazarus to reconsider their situational combat doctrine. What did it take? An army of skeletal humanoid robots with plasma rifles and a hail of plasma fire in his direction. The three soldiers scrambled from cover to cover retreating from the incoming horde. When faced with the decision between potentially hostile human insurgents and unfeeling machines programmed to kill, the former offered a significantly greater chance of not dying. Thank God for their exoskeletons, or else they would've never got away from the advancing horde.

    Eventually, the three would make it to what looked like an insurgent base built around a bunker complex. As they walked up to the bunker, an unpleasant thought entered Mask's mind. How would these people react to three heavily armed soldiers whose armor looked something like the same machines they were retreating from just minutes ago. That would be a question to be answered soon, and hopefully to Mask, Lazarus, and Abraham's favor.



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She would step in front of the group of soldiers, arms outstretched, before saying something. "Look, I get you guys have trouble against machines, but I don't think this guy is hostile!"
 
The static of two Resistance A-21 Warthogs picked up a strange message upon their systems as an unfamiliar transport passed right by them.

"We have one unknown passing by us, unsure if friendly or hostile, HQ come in.”

“This is HQ, what’s your situation?” The message plays from the two planes.

A few remaining air force officers stared down at the radars nearby trying to determine if the strange device was friendly or hostile.

“Odd, this radar is saying that we are picking up a plane named a “Trident”. Something about another base being set nearby.”

The air force personnel suddenly picked up the phone and contacted those in command.

“Get General Ashdown and the others on the line.”

Ashdown got on the phone “This better be important, soldiers.”

They clicked on, making sure encoding was on, so Skynet didn’t pick up the signals.

“We have word there’s a strange base not 5 miles away from Resistance HQ. There’s also a strange aircraft around the area too. The Warthogs picked them up earlier, says the plane is called a “Trident.” We don’t know if they are friendlys or hostile.

Ashdown checked the radar and got up, talking to the other generals.

A important meeting was conducted right away.

“Get contact with this “base” right away, see if they are friendly or hostile. Better to have a ally then having Skynet having a additional ally.”

“Y... Yes Sir.”

The soldiers hung up quickly sitting down to do their jobs and try to locate the positions of the new base.

They encoded in a message:

“This is the Human Resistance against Skynet, Are you a ally? If not, prepare to be fired on.”
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John just seemed to be staring at the cyborg named “Marcus”. “What is it?” (It is referred to Marcus)

Kate stopped behind John and said, “It’s real flesh and bone, and blood though it seems to heal itself quickly. The heart is powerful, very powerful. The brain too but with a chip interface. It has a hybrid nervous system, one human cortex, and one machine.”

Barnes moved toward the woman trying to stop the interrogation process. “Stay back, you’re interfering with official Resistance work. How do you know he’s not hostile?”

Blair looked worried both for the woman protecting Marcus and also Marcus himself.

John frowned, still staring terminator like. “What have they done? Who built you?”

Marcus growled, “My name is Marcus Wright.”MANUFACTURED

John whispered, “You think you are human.”

Marcus frowned “I AM Human.”

John continued with the interrogation “Where WERE YOU MANUFACTERED?!”

Marcus still was screaming in pain on the chains “I was BORN August 22nd, 1975.”

John frowned as he turned toward Miyuki “You want to know why things are going on the way they are?”

“Because of machines.”

“He turned back to Marcus staring him down, “I know you.

Marcus looked cautious “I heard your voice on the radio, you are John Connor.”

John raised a eyebrow “Of course I know you, you were sent here to kill me, kill the leadership.

Marcus frowned “I don’t know WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT!”

John said, “Then why are you here?”

Marcus gritted through his teeth “Blair said, I could find what I was looking for here.”

John and everyone stared at Blair darkly.

Marcus frowned “Now let me down.”
John frowned “If I let you down, you’ll kill everyone in this room.”

Marcus shook his head “No, Just you Connor. Just you. Cause I don’t give a shit about you. I didn’t even know your name since two days ago.”

John whispered “No,

John just seemed to be staring at the cyborg named “Marcus”. “What is it?” (It is referred to Marcus)

Kate stopped behind John and said, “It’s real flesh and bone, and blood though it seems to heal itself quickly. The heart is powerful, very powerful. The brain too but with a chip interface. It has a hybrid nervous system, one human cortex, and one machine.”

Barnes moved toward the woman trying to stop the interrogation process. “Stay back, you’re interfering with official Resistance work. How do you know he’s not hostile?”

Blair looked worried both for the woman protecting Marcus and also Marcus himself.

John frowned, still staring terminator like. “What have they done? Who built you?”

Marcus growled, “My name is Marcus Wright.”MANUFACTURED

John whispered, “You think you are human.”

Marcus frowned “I AM Human.”

John continued with the interrogation “Where WERE YOU MANUFACTERED?!”

Marcus still was screaming in pain on the chains “I was BORN August 22nd, 1975.”

John frowned as he turned toward Miyuki “You want to know why things are going on the way they are?”

“Because of machines.”

“He turned back to Marcus staring him down, “I know you.

Marcus looked cautious “I heard your voice on the radio, you are John Connor.”

John raised a eyebrow “Of course I know you, you were sent here to kill me, kill the leadership.

Marcus frowned “I don’t know WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT!”

John said, “Then why are you here?”

Marcus gritted through his teeth “Blair said, I could find what I was looking for here.”

John and everyone stared at Blair darkly.

Marcus frowned “Now let me down.”


John frowned “If I let you down, you’ll kill everyone in this room.”

Marcus shook his head “No, Just you Connor. Just you. Cause I don’t give a shit about you. I didn’t even know your name since two days ago.”

John whispered “No, You and me... we've been at war since before either of us even existed."

"You tried killing my mother, Sarah Connor. You killed my father, Kyle Reese. You WILL Not kill me."

"Kyle REESE is on a transporter heading for Skynet. If I wanted to kill him, I would of done it in LA."

John turned "Where did you find that thing? Blair turned toward John "You sent me on a retcon mission with Maria."

He was one of them.

Blair raised a eyebrow “Was there a teenage boy?

Kate frowned. “I honestly don't know.

They were taking him to a transport.

Blair growled “He was the only one left.”

Kate frowned “Not he, Blair. It.It was the only one left."
Don't be naive."

Blair looked sad “It saved my life.”
"Kate, what's gonna
happen to him?"

Kate said “Disassembled.”

Blair muttered “You mean killed.”

Kate turned “It may have information on Skynet.”

Blair frowned “I know he's not the enemy.”

Kate frowned “I've been shot at by the enemy.”

Blair growled “That's not him.”

That machine saved you

only to gain access to kill all of us." Kate turned and growled at Blair.


Blair and Barnes stand near Marcus’s chained body.

We're gonna be okay. Don't worry.

Lieutenant Barnes lifted a gun and shot at Marcus “For my brother.”

Blair looked hurt beyond belief “No!”

But Blair had a plan “Barnes, everyone Connor wants to see you.”

Barnes raised a eyebrow “What for?”

Blair had a secret “Like he's going to tell me,

Barnes.”

Let me see that.

You want me to tell Connor

you're not coming?


To make things worse, Barnes wanted Blair to shoot Marcus too.

Marcus stares down with the saddest betrayed look he could muster.

“Agghhh NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.” As Blair is forced to shoot Marcus’s body hearing a clank.


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A few soldiers came upon the Cybryn ACU as to what they saw but they eyed the others. The mechanical creature was at least 10 times or 20 times bigger than they were as they aimed, worried.


“Are you a enemy?”

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Outside the Resistance was a busy chaotic place, with said metal minefields and dangers all over. Lazarus, Mask and Abraham's was going to be busy if something didn’t happen already. A loud scream echoed from the base as the woman responsible for such a escape pulled Marcus down from his chains and both of them were already running away from the Resistance base, trying not to get found by anyone or anything.


Marcus and Blair were running and they pulled themselves behind a broken wall, trying to get AWAY from the Resistance at hand and there were a large group of soldiers yelling orders at each other to find the escapees.


John Connor would be one of the yelling ones, trying to get the others to follow suit and catch the two.

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Tactical Sergeant Tarkus​
UEF Commander Nikolai Petrov​
Commander Max Thompson, Human Headquarters #107​
Status: Alert​
Status: Alert​
Status: Minor Plasma Burns on ACU​
Status: Construction Underway​
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Actions: Constructing a Base​
Actions: Searching for Resources, Setting up Base​
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The comms abruptly burst open, and Connor was introduced to the lovely sound of dying Terminators and weapons fire from both sides.
"Connor! We're calling in reinforcements-"
Tarkus was abruptly cut off by the chaos of Blair and Marcus attempting an escape.
"What in the name of Holy Terra am I hearing over there?!"
Tarkus carefully took into consideration Red Team in that they needed to divert the enemy. The trucks were long gone, meaning now was a good time to fall back.
And the Force Commander knew it. The Iron Halo field flashed back to life, and once more plasma simply dissipated against the field. Good thing too, the Force Commander was visibly wounded-some plasma bolts had struck weak spots in the armor. But the Force Commander was armored in much more than simple ceramite-a steely will lied underneath.
The Force Commander directed Tarkus to make a break to the right. The mute's mind was calculating-there could be a way to turn this retreat into a very deadly trap for the Terminators involved.
But first, they would have to fall back. Once they were out of range, perhaps there could be a way to inflict heavy casualties as the Terminators left...
The Force Commander followed. If they were slow enough, once they were out of visual range, they would head for base.
And then spring the trap.
"Devastator Sergeant Avitus, Scout Sergeant Cyrus, we request your presence on the field. As you have seen, unidentified forces in pursuit, potential chance to spring a trap and inflict heavy casualties."
"Understood. My squad is ready to deploy, all we need now is the order to leave a sea of blood among these damnable machines."
"Continue boasting and that blood will be ours, Avitus."
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In the meanwhile, the Resistance troopers got to watch the final score of Terminators violently erased via Anti-Matter Cannon. Petrov was audibly panting and it took him a moment to acknowledge the humans looking at him.
Petrov raised an eyebrow. Human soldiers? Had the gating error sent him back in time? They were not Coalition forces, but at the same time Petrov was sure they had no hostile intentions.
The Resistance soldiers quickly heard the UEF commander speak in his comms.
"This is UEF Commander Nikolai Petrov. I don't know who you are, but the only enemy I know of are those skeletal bots. So don't shoot at me and I won't shoot back."
The UEF Commander wasted no time in walking over to an open spot of land, and in an instant two beams of blue light shot from the left arm as the ACU was building... something.
It looked like a factory. In less than a minute, the Land Factory was up and running, and in a few seconds, some sort of mechanized soldier that was a bit taller than a truck walked out of the factory.
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"Land factory coming online. In the meanwhile, mind telling me who you guys are and where I am?"
In the next few seconds, a different machine rolled off the factory, this time appearing to be some sort of engineering unit. The engineering unit wasted no time directing some sort of blue beam towards the dead Terminators, reclaiming them into building materials until resource production could commence.
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The Human HQ was facing a similar situation, but unlike Petrov Thompson was facing the entire Resistance HQ.
"Commander, we are receiving an unidentified transmission. From what I see, it appears that the sender is attempting to find out if we are friend or foe."
"Patch it through."
The Human commander listened in silence as the Resistance personnel attempted to identify who he was. Thompson internally cursed. Not even a minute and they were already found by-
Wait a minute.
Thompson replayed the message, and his eyes slowly widened. Humans?! But, then this would mean-
And Earth was completely fine back there. Which means...
Thompson wasted no time in responding. Finding out what Skynet and the Resistance were could come later. First, a response. Thompson noted that the message was encrypted-something was listening.
"We are not hostile, I repeat, we are not hostile. I have no idea who you people are, but we have no intentions of causing any trouble. That out of the way, we have no idea what Skynet even is, nor the Resistance-if you could elaborate on those, that would be appreciated."
Thompson sent the message back, taking care to keep it encrypted the way the sender sent it. And now, on to business.
There may be no Catalyst around, but there was a potential workaround. The Factory was online, and to its left a Refinery structure that was originally meant for refining Catalyst into building material.
Those dead machines could make for a decent substitute for now.
"M.U.M., see if we can recycle those bots over there."
"We can. There might be usable power similar to Catalyst in those machines-I am sending a Harvester now to attempt to extract power from one of these machines."
Thompson watched as the tiny Harvester drone headed on over to one of the dead Terminators, and sighed in relief when the Harvester came back and restored some of the used Catalyst. Okay. He wasn't screwed after all.
The Factory quickly lit up as it prepared to create more Tridents. It would take time to get a sizeable force up and running, though, but anything would help.
The Factory could create one unit at a time and "remember" three more. Thompson quickly added a Revolver drone in the mix of units the Factory would build, and set the Factory to constantly build these units.
The Factory could create one unit at a time and "remember" three more. Thompson quickly added a Revolver drone in the mix of units the Factory would build, and set the Factory to constantly build these units. The Factory would now work on creating Tridents, but create a Revolver every three Tridents.
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The wolf really didn’t mind being ridden as much as she thought. Of course it helped that the android was cute as all get out. However, once she’d transformed, Penelope hadn’t the time to communicate that to the girl as she went to lecture the buff dude and the girl in the odd mechanical suit.

The alpha’s lecture was rendered completely ineffectual as she heard the sound of metal clinking against metal. That...that did not sound good. She turned just in time to see Marcus share a look with John and Blair, declared he was fine, and then explode. Him, and his cool ass coat. Well, fuck. Even more surprising than Marcus attracting a mine was Joseph Joestar running toward the smoke and not away from it.

Everything that happened after that seemed like a blur. They were back in the Humvees, Penelope actually having to ride along with them now that she wasn’t in her wolf form. They made it to the infirmary and everyone was...well afraid, angry? Maybe a little betrayed… The alpha wolf stood back, brown eyes gauging the situation as she tried to find something to do other than just stand there. Of course, there was nothing.

After treating the man’s leg to some extent, they decided to hang him up in a missile silo for questioning. Penelope understood, but she didn’t like it. The Native American stood with her arms crossed. She was outside the silo, deciding to stay behind with the little android girl so that no one would get any ideas about her and string her up as well. Her hearing was good enough to pick up on the questions that were being asked and the answers that Marcus gave. And how the terrified human faction responded. The woman didn’t like what was going on, but what was she supposed to do?

When it came down to it, the group that was here to help Conner didn’t know anything about this world. How could they possibly gauge the possible threat of a cyborg? How could they possibly understand the fear that these people felt in seeing one? They couldn’t. They couldn’t even pretend to understand. And yet, everything in Penelope’s body told her to step in, to stop it. She was about to when she heard Marcus and Blair escaping. It wasn’t long before the troops of the Resistance were after them. “Conner!” Penelope finally spoke up. “I’ll go find the two escapees, you cover everything else going on. Sound good?” The woman was in no place to be giving orders, but she knew that there was too much going on out in the city for the Resistance to be too worried about Blair and Marcus. Besides, she would much prefer to find them than for them to be left to the mercy of the ones that had just tortured the man.

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    As the group that had ignored her, or failed to hear or whatever their excuse was going to be, moved into the police station to retrieve the civilians, the two men of the small force stepped away, making their way down the streets. Shot after shot could be heard as they did so, and it was easy to tell that each shot found its mark and another hostile Xenomorph had fallen. These people were professionals. They handled situations like this as training exercises with their Team alone.

    The woman had stayed with the group at the police station.
    “Hey!” She called, louder this time to be heard over the commotion. She restrained herself from sending off a warning shot into the closest person’s leg. Finally, the woman removed her helmet to reveal black hair, tied back into a bun to fit under her helmet easier. However, this also meant that the scar that ran from her leg eyebrow down to her left cheek was perfectly visible. The cloudiness of her eye proving that the wound had taken her sight. “All members of MPF!” She called, without the slightly muffled sound of the helmet, the woman’s voice rang much clearer over everything. “Hi, hello, nice to meet you,” her frustration was clear in her voice. “When you’re done,” she pointed to the large aircraft that was still hovering above the city, only a few blocks from where they were now. “Go there,” she pulled out her gun and shot an incendiary bullet into the head of a Xenomorph that had just turned the corner toward them. “If you do not, you will be left here until I decide you can come back to The Cape. Understood? Fan-fucking-tastic.” She put the helmet back on her head and made her way past the police station and down the street to clear the area the same as the rest of her group.
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Onyx sat for a while in silence, however her fingers tapped her knee and her wings twitched. When no one else spoke, she decided to. "Sooooo.... I'm going to go find something to punch. Unless one of you want to volunteer?" She grinned at her joke, showing her sharp teeth and forgetting that, to most people, they are unnerving.
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"If you want to have a sparring match, sure. I'll be happy....."
Her eyes then opened as her voice sounded a little more grown up, like a sexy Succubus or something, but she sounded dangerous. "To break your face."

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