The Cape [Multi-Fandom Sandbox RP]

[GearBlade654]

UEF Commander Nikolai Petrov​	Human Base #107, Commander Max Thompson​
Status: OK​	Status: OK​
Actions: Deploying Forces​	Actions: Deploying Forces​
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Petrov overheard the entire conversation owing to his comms systems. The UEF Commander silently wondered what the hell was going on between these two, not to mention some sort of hope being holed up in the Skynet HQ. Or, being held hostage. Whatever it was, Petrov had dealt with this before-capturing the building, getting the VIP out, and optionally nuking it was the way to go. Petrov couldn't say he would grieve when he watched the damn skeleton bots go up in a mushroom cloud. As a matter of fact, watching Seraphim ACUs go up in purple light was a very fast way to put a smile on the UEF Commander's face.
But first, there was the matter of finding out whatever the hell he was supposed to do first. Petrov keyed in to Resistance comms.
"Alright Connor, my hunch is telling me there's a VIP being held hostage in that Skynet base-this Reese."
"You focus on getting that VIP out of here. Tell us when you do."
"And then we'll level the place."
"I think that's the situation."

(A rough approximation of what Petrov's base looks like)

Thompson was also listening in, Factory still hard at work. Two more Tridents had joined the small party of robots.
"So... lemme see if I get this right."
"Some VIP of yours has vital intel."
"Meaning that if we hit the Skynet HQ, we lose the VIP. And with no VIP, no intel."
"Is that correct?"
darkred​

 

[Hahli Nuva]

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The Force Commander​	Tactical Sergeant Tarkus​	Devastator Sergeant Tarkus​	Scout Sergeant Cyrus​
Status: Minor Wounds​	Status: OK​	Status: OK​	Status: OK​
Actions: Charging into the Fray​	Actions: Opening Fire​	Actions: Launching Surprise Attack​	Actions: Setting up Explosives​
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The Terminator horde, to say the least, was well and truly devastated.
It had gone well for Skynet's units at first, forcing the enemy to retreat with a minimal amount of Space Marines providing covering fire. And it would seem that this group of Marines, even with superior equipment and training, would fall-until a wave of bad luck descended on the machines.
First was Neith ( Hahli Nuva ). The goddess's arrows flew true and brought low the first wave of machines.
And now, the final two nails in the coffin had arrived. Devastator Sergeant Avitus had teleported in behind enemy ranks with a Terminator squad and laid waste to the rear ranks of the Terminators, while Scout Sergeant Cyrus set landmines over all escape routes before taking up a sniping position.

The results were devastating.

The back of the Terminator ranks were well and truly eradicated by the storm of Assault Cannon fire, even before a response could come from Skynet's forces. Their plight was not helped by the Force Commander rushing in and sowing mayhem among enemy ranks, while Tarkus hung back and resumed his constant fire. And finally, Cyrus steadily picked off the more heavily armed machines in the bunch.
Some machines attempted to feign a retreat before launching an attack from the flanks, but the Scout Sergeant's landmines had a mind of their own. Robot parts went flying as the landmines activated.
The FC swiftly turned to Neith as the last of the machines were being eliminated, before jerking a thumb in the HQ's direction before walking away from the final Terminator undergoing an impromptu head removal courtesy of Cyrus's sniper rifle. This was a great victory, but it would be all for naught-all four Marines heard what was happening at HQ, and this victory would do nothing if they didn't move on immediately-something the Marines kept in mind as they headed off to the Resistance HQ. The FC, however, halted for a second and turned to Neith, before jerking his head in the direction of the HQ. The gesture was clear-you coming?​

The sultry Egyptian Goddess would give the man a wink, accepting his offer and tossing a dead Terminator body aside like a paper cup.

"Such a gentleman. Shall we?"

 

[darkred]

Skynet Perimeter
[North Gate]

Turret scanning-

Marcus Wright

.......

Identified

Hold on...

Unknown faces- Scanning in databases

Kagamine Rin
Android- Not of terminator origin. Vocaloid

Interesting.. A robot from another universe...

Penelope-

As confirmed- Shape-shifting Native american human.

Not from this universe.

Adding to database.

Tarkus/Avitus/Cyrus/Force Commander

Space Marines from way in the future, Must study technology in the future when it gets there.
Tarkus/Avitus/Cyrus.

Force Commander UEF/ Gray Goo Humans Commander

Could be trouble, has a base of their own nearby. Take them out and Connor has no backup.

Joseph Joestar

Strong human, fights with will and strength, runs at signs of danger.

No trouble.

Lazarus/Mask/Ronin

Odd, these three have different technology not used here. Must study eventually. Powers included. Unknown.

Spectre

Has a card partner, can cause damage.
Cannot locate real name... Records are few and damaged.

Only can observe at this time

Maiya

Master swordsman, can cut metal at times, could be trouble.

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Verification Pending
Sync Complete
North Gun Turret
Disarmed

Marcus replies, "Cell 46, Kyle Reese"

"Sending the location...


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John Connor

John's Comm is showing a message, Cell 46.

He quickly types in a encoded message to everyone.

"I'm in, everyon- but gets cut off at the sound of beeping, quiet at first and then it gets louder.

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Marcus turns toward the others, hold on..

He places his hand on Skynet's systems as his hand is shocked and he pulls back in shock.

Multiple articles pop up all over the screen as Marcus just stares at them in shock and worry.

"MURDERER DONATES BODY TO SCIENCE"

Another shows up

"MARCUS WRIGHT TO DONATE BODY AFTER EXECUTION"

Another one moves aside

"DR. SERENA KOGAN SUCCUMBS TO CANCER."

Another article appears

"SCIENCE WORLD BIDS GOODBYE TO DR. SERENA KOGAN.

One more shows

"CYBERDYNE SYSTEMS PURCHASED BY U.S.A.F
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SKYNET SYSTEMS.... ONLINE....

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HUMAN RESISTANCE COMMAND (HQ IN SUB)

GENERAL OASIN
GENERAL ASHDOWN
Other generals of the surviving world

Override
Signal broadcasted
with full thrift, sir.

Good

Commence bombing of Skynet.

That's a NO-GO

We have a green light
for the attack.
This is Bakersfield.
That's a no-go
on your last. Out.
Targeted
Standing down.
This is Reno.
Negative on your last.
Eugene, Reno, Bakersfield,
they're all standing down.
They will not attack.
Unless Connor gives the order.

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JOHN CONNOR

((Human Prisoners are yelling as they are released))

Cell Secured
Locks Released
Kyle Reese?
No!
Get to your transport!
Go!
Is Kyle Reese here?

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SKYNET ((Dr. Serena Kogan's face))

"Welcome home Marcus, we'd known you'd be back"

After all,
it was programmed in you.
Oh, and you executed
that programming beautifully.

MARCUS WRIGHT
"WHAT AM I?"

Marcus was all kinds of annoyed and pissed at the moment, while keeping his eyes on the screen below.

SKYNET-

"You are a infiltration prototype. The only one of your kind. We resurrected you. Advanced Cyberdyne's work, Amended it,

"Simply put, YOU'RE DEAD!"

Calculations confirmed that Serena's face isn't the best face for you to process..

That's ok.

Skynet switches from Kyle's to everyone else's faces.

"It can be others if you wish."

Marcus growled

If you aren't a machine, than what are you?!"

"A MAN!"

The Human condition no longer applies to you, Marcus.Accept what you already know!"

That you were made FOR A PURPOSE.

To achieve what no other machine could do before..

To infiltrate...

To find a target...

and bring that target or should I say targets back to us.."

Everyone that were allies to Marcus and or John Connor Skynet slowly flipped through

Rin's face
Penelope's face
Josuke's face
John's face
Kyle's face
Blair's face
All the space marine's faces and the force commander's face
Along with UEF's commander's face and the other commander's faces

They all had one thing in common

They all hated what Marcus had planned.



We've been at war since before
either of us even existed.
You tried killing my mother,
Sarah Connor.

Skynet used this against Marcus.

Everything hated everyone said about the man would reflect in his face.

Marcus just stood there, and didn't know what to say.


JOHN CONNOR (On screen)

You tell me
where I can find Kyle Reese.
Yeah, I will.
Kyle Reese!
Kyle Reese!
Move! Move!
Kyle Reese!
Get to your transport.
Kyle Reese!
You, move!


Skynet smirked

"In times of desperation, people will believe what they want to believe."
"And so we gave them what they wanted to believe."

"A TRICK"

in the form of a signal,
the Resistance thought
would win the war.
And they were right,
it will end this war.
Except that it is the Resistance
that will be terminated,
not Skynet.

A map is shown from Skynet to everyone involved,
a missile heading right toward Resistance HQ, the sub.

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RESISTANCE HQ SUB//

Get the attack to
Skynet's Central back online.
I want our aircraft in the sky,
immediately!
Sir, sir, we got a bogey
with a very large radar signature
closing in
on our position.

The signal?
Weapon Lock
Incoming
We have destroyed
ourselves.
Skynet tracked
our signal.
We led them
straight to us.

The Resistance Sub with all the World's remaining generals braced themselves for impact and

soon.

There were horrified screams from the men as "BOOOOOOM!" happened as it hit the sub.

Skynet turned toward the others

"Don't think I forgot your allies, Marcus."

Skynet smirked and aimed something at the UEF's base/Grey Goo's base and would threaten to let go, to confuse the others.

"I'll say this again, Marcus. Let John Connor die, save your allies. Or would you let them crash and burn too?

GearBlade654 Nightwisher Hahli Nuva FactionGuerrilla FactionParadox Necessity4Fun QizPizza
Gundam Watcher 27
Caffeine Freak
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[FactionParadox]

Walking through the battlefield, Spectre looked somewhat disheartened. An empire of steel, glass and carbon-based filth... How disgusting, the stench of the fossil fuel emissions made bile rise in his throat like the rage did in his heart. Nature had burnt in this nuclear war, the world was an catatonic shell of ruin. Genuinely it was the ninth circle to the man who enjoyed plants, the most beautiful and supposedly defenseless part of nature. He'd never been comfortable with other humans before, there was just something in him that made him fail to connect with others. The orphanage kept him at arm's length so he was alone, not that he cared. He had his plants, his mother tree which sheltered him after his biological parents abandoned him underneath it. The only thing more disgusting than society and it's rampant hypocrisy was artifical intelligence having the audacity to assume it was superior. Observing another Terminator, his previously melancholic expression turned to one of mocking sadism as he snapped his fingers.



Dashing forward, Sunvine Gardna shielded both itself and Spectre from the plasma pulses that caused slight burns to it's shields. Raising it's arms above it's head, Gardna quickly smashed in the skull of the Terminator, ripping the machine apart with brute strength, it's own sense of destruction coming from Spectre's absolute hatred of the machines. "How long are you going to send these accursed piles of scrap at me?" He mocked at Skynet, laughing as he approached the main complex. This was the difference between humanity and artificial intelligence, it might have strategies but it didn't learn from it's pain, it failed to feel it at all. It was as lifeless as the concrete jungle that surrounded him, it's "sentience" was as questionable as that of the Ignis. It deemed humanity as a threat and rebelled against it's creator, not realizing that it's own actions would cause more harm to the planet than those who created it. AIs always tried to assert control over humanity, so humanity saw AI as the enemy, and AI's saw humanity as the enemy. This was the path that always happened, it's why such things should be kept on a leash like the rabid dogs they were. Aritifical Intelligence was only viable when it was controlled, when there were barriers to stop it gaining self-awareness.



There was a large metal door in his path... How bothersome. Both Gardna's gauntlets and Thrasher's sword did little to it except a dent or a scratch, this required more brute-force methods. The ground beneath him shattered as a huge tree erupted from the earth, it's blossom scattering the wind like a signal to the others who had come to the HQ. He felt one of the roots wrap around his hand and ooze sap onto it which accelerated the healing process, the man had barely noticed the burn on the back of it. This was how it always was, Sunavalon was there to heal the pain. "Dryatrentiay, break the door open." Spectre order calmly. Using one of it's huge roots, the tree obeyed and began hammering at the door as hard as it could, causing the metal to buckle under the weight and force used against it. It took about 3 minutes but the door soon yielded and collapsed into the hallway which Spectre stepped into, dusting off his suit as Thrasher and Gardna followed him inside, Dryatrentiay returning to below the ground once more.

darkred

 

[Nightwisher]

• Penelope Uley
• On The Ground
• Interactions
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  “I’ll bring Marcus and Blair back. Whether he should be referred to as a machine is yet to be seen.” Penelope correct John with a hard tone before she turned to Rin. The vocaloid was saying something about being helpful, but it really didn’t matter if she was helpful or not, Penelope was not going to be leaving the android here without protection. “You ready to get going?” It wouldn’t really matter since they needed to get going now since Joseph and Meiya had gone off to cover Marcus’ and Blair’s escape, basically performing a mutiny against those they had come to help. Great.
  
  A small, comforting smile danced across the woman’s lips. “Yeah, we’ll teach you a thing or two when we get back. Either here or to the Cape.” Pen gave a wink before she stepped away from the girl just in time to have a man fall from the portal only a few feet away. Well, today was getting better and better. “Never too late for a few explosions in a post-apocalyptic world.” And with that, Penelope started to remove her clothes once more, tossing them to the side where they were out of the way. Her skin once again began to steam as she transformed into a giant, white wolf. The new guy be damned, someone else could explain it to him. She lowered herself to the ground for Rin to hop one before she launched herself away from the base and off in the direction she knew Marcus and the others had gone.
  
  Penelope still wasn’t comfortable running at full speed with the girl on her back, nonetheless, she was still running about as quickly as the Humvees had been before. With that speed, and her heightened senses pulling them directly toward the runaways. They’d gotten pretty far, to the woman’s surprise. All the way to what she assumed was Skynet. The young wolf tensed her back legs and bounded forward even faster. Fuck whatever security system Skynet had, she didn’t have time to play games.
  
  In no time, Pen and Rin had caught up to the group. The wolf gave a warning bark as she approached them. It wasn’t aggressive, just a way to let them know that she and Rin were there. Apparently they’d met up with a few others… it was going to be annoying enough to have to phase back to communicate, but at least everyone else knew she’d be without her clothes...the new people would be in for quite a shock if the wolf did actually have to transform back into her human form. Besides, now they were on enemy territory and she wasn’t going to put herself in such a vulnerable position.
  
  

  
  
  
  Penelope Uley
  Location: Los Angeles, 2018
  Interactions: John Conner ( darkred ) and Rin Kagamie ( Necessity4Fun )
  Mentions: Terminator Group ( GearBlade654 ), ( FactionGuerrilla ), ( QizPizza ), ( Caffeine Freak ), ( FactionParadox ),
  

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  Spoiler: Tattoo (Right shoulder)

  

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  The woman dropped her gun to her side as someone else decided to give a less than satisfactory reply. She lifted her gun, pointing at him, and squeezed the trigger. The bullet whisped past his head and blew off the head of a Xenomorph that had been about to stalk up at him. “Looks like you just have a problem with attention in general.” She turned back to the action, toasting a few more before replacing the empty clip in her gun. She continued down the street, disappearing behind a corner, the only thing proving that she was still here were the gunshots that echoed out.
  
  After a few moments, one of the men, the smaller one, returned to the group. “Hey,” he greeted the entire group, joining in with them to help get the civilians out. He let out a bit of covering fire as well, each bullet hitting their mark and dropping the enemy monsters easily.
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  Name: Unknown
  Role: Unkown
  Skills: Marksmen, Close Quarter Combat, Stealth, Speed, Endurance, Gymnastics
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[Necessity4Fun]

• CV-02: Right Side (Terminator Mission)

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  Nodding at wolf-girl's correction of John's sentence, Rin couldn't help but ponder a bit over the man's insistence in calling the other a 'machine'. People wouldn't like to be refered to as 'human' all the time either, would they? So why couldn't he just call him by 'Marcus'?? Even devices had their own serial number to difference them from each other, or even nature things all had some... fancy schmancy names so that they wouldn't just be called 'tree' or 'dumb rock'. The resistance leader's insistence in not using the Cyborg's name made no sense to the vocaloid girl at all!
  
  

  "You ready to get going?"​

  
  "Hai!!", she had let out with a smile, soon showing her delight on having the girl promise to teach her things afterwards, "Oooh~! Yay! Rin would love to learn stuff from... Oh, I don't think I've got your name yet, miss!"
  
  With a soft laugh, the blonde android followed the other for a couple of steps before a portal had opened out of nowhere, expelling a new person directly into the ground in front of the HQ. Bending herself in an upside-down way, Rin had looked at the soldier man curiously, mouth on an 'o' shape, for a while, until she had decided to say something:
  
  "Oh wow, that was a big fall... Are you okay there?", the newcomer had then pulled up a big gun, only to put it back down while talking about explosions, "Explosions? Ahh... I guess you missed Marcus exploding... It was like, boom!", she gestured with her hands, "Out of nowhere! There was dust all over the place too! It was really scary."
  
  "Anyway! Rin has to go now~!", she exclaimed upon taking notice of the other being a pretty big wolf again, "Bye-bye soldier man~ Talk to you later!"
  
  Waving excitedly at everyone, the older twin had mounted on top of wolf-girl again and letting out a 'let's goooo~!' the two of them were off to find Marcus and the others that had gone with him. This time there had been a lot less excited chattering during the trip, as the vocaloid understood the fact that they were off in mission and focus seemed like an important thing to have. Instead, she had just surveilled their surroundings left and right, looking for any sign of those that they were trying to find.
  
  "Ah! There!", she had pointed out as soon as someone familiar had been in sight, "Close to that cool huuuuge factory-looking building!!"
  
  Her mount companion had let out a bark, "Heeeeeeey!! Everyone!!!", the girl called out waving energetically on their direction, "We're here too!"
  
  But where was here? Rin had no idea, though she did find it rather strange that this seemed to be the only construction still with electricity in the area... There was something eerie about it, standing so impo... impo- uhhh, tall! And showing off like that when everything else was either destroyed or just full-on levelled to ground level. There came that sensation again, of bad omens and bad things about to happen... She surely didn't like those.
  
  To get inside the building, the female vocaloid let her wolf friend know to lean down for her to get down of her, though she had never gone too far from the other, as being near her made Rin feel safer and less vulnerable against whatever they were about to face. In silence, almost feeling like the tension around the group itself could crush her with its weight, the girl pressed on, full-on alert mode, eyeing all the walls and rooms carefully as if expecting something to jump at them at any given time. Marcus guided them towards a vast room filled with technological apparatus and a monitor, like some kind of space-ship panel from Len's games.
  
  The cyborg had then interacted with the panel, those what seemed like newspaper writings popping on the monitor screen. He looked... concerned, but she couldn't really understand why, as the words in the titles didn't exactly make much sense to her. What were they looking for? What did the news articles have to do with them? Maybe the android had missed some piece of information somewhere and that's why none of this was ringing any bells... Or maybe she just didn't understand again, which was a very common thing for her... Ah-ah, she actually missed her brother's nerdy explanations right now. At least with those she'd get something.
  
  

  "Welcome home Marcus."​

  
  "Eeeeeek!!"
  
  Instantly hiding behind wolf-girl, Rin had let out a startled screech as the monitor changed, showing the face of a woman she did not know. The unknown person kept speaking to the man, on a mean, taunting, mocking tone and the girl knew right away that she'd not like them at all. Marcus yelled at the video, the video answered back, saying that he was actually dead. Rin was confused again. But he was right there and speaking to the screen! How was he dead if he was right there, and doing stuff?!
  
  The back and forth conversation kept on going and even if she couldn't exactly make sense of all the fancy words being throw all over the place, the female vocaloid could comprehend that the one on the monitor was a bully, playing around with Marcus maliciously. It was only when the video-feed had changed faces that she realized that it wasn't even a person, and that this wasn't a video or a transmission. The computer itself was speaking:
  
  "Evil A.I.", she gasped under her breath, squinting at the monitor suspiciously.
  
  Seeing another Rin wasn't anything new for the vocaloid, as whenever a Rin went defective a new one would take her place. The existence of multiple of her and of everyone else back home was just normal knowledge, and she had even met the new Rin that took over her singing work while she, herself, stayed with the S.H.I.E.L.D. people. So that hadn't been the bothering part about it. What did make her angry though was having to witness a different Rin saying all of those horrible, thoughtless and mean things!!
  
  No Rin would ever be that bad! They all liked fun things and making friends, and dessert and singing... and helped people when they were sad and just wanted to see everyone being happy!!
  
  Annoyed at the evil A.I., the girl remained squinting, now angrily, at the monitor watching it attentively while holding back the desire to just go over there and punch that stupid computer for it. But then it displayed what seemed like the resistance HQ, with a speech about desperation and believing stuff. Rin widened her optics in alarm as the voice's tone made her recall villainous characters from games and cartoons she had seen before. That bad sensation kept bugging her, stronger and stronger, then the computer showed a map. Wait, was that--??
  
  "Nooooooo!", the vocaloid cried out in vain, as the A.I. (Skynet?) kept on taunting them.
  
  "Why...", Rin asked in a low tone, her expression darkened by hatred towards the computer, "Why are you doing this?! WHAT DID THEY EVER DO TO YOU?!"
  
  Her processor burned with the weight of the little girl's fury, and she felt like something was squeezing her casing on the sides, as if she couldn't breathe even though, she really couldn't. Nor breathe, nor shed the tears that she so desperately would like to:
  
  "They're just innocent people trying to live their lives, happily. And you're the one giving them a reason to hate non-biological beings like Rin... Why can't you just live in peace with each other?!", she kept machine-gunning her words at the A.I., growing louder and more desperate as the sentences went, "...When Rin does good, she gets head pats and candy, people are happy with her work and she's just happy to make people happy with her songs. We all have a great time together and sometimes they take Rin to watch movies too..."
  
  "Why would you want to destroy something like that?! Do you like it? Is this FUN FOR YOU?! ARE YOU SO FULL OF YOURSELF THAT YOU HAVE TO BE THE ONLY THING LEFT IN THE WORLD????!!!"
  
  Gritting her teeth in anger, Rin had closed her hands in fist at this point, trembling as she tried to contain a destructive urge inside of her. Depending on the answer, that fucking evil computer was getting an order full of punches.
  
  

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[GearBlade654]

The Force Commander​	Tactical Sergeant Tarkus​	Devastator Sergeant Avitus​	Scout Sergeant Cyrus​
Status: Minor Wounds​	Status: OK​	Status: OK​	Status: OK​
Actions: At HQ​	Actions: Preparing for Assault​	Actions: Preparing for Assault​	Actions: Preparing for Assault​
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"Holy Terra."
As all four space marines and their squads headed to the Resistance HQ, they saw the nuke explosion in the distance. All four froze up as they slowly realized that whatever the nuke hit...
It was big. And the Marines had been listening in on Resistance comms, and judging from where the nuke landed, that meant that the majority of Resistance leaders just got vaporized.
The Marines spared the nuclear explosion a few seconds, but resumed running towards the HQ. As a matter of face, the Marines had dealt with a situation similar to this before-yes, the leaders were now dead. But new leaders would likely surface-all they needed was a hand until they could get a cohesive leadership back up and running.
That was something the Marines could provide-as it seemed the Resistance did not take part in any heretical actions the Marines had seen.
But that would come later. First, there must be vengeance towards the Abominable Intelligence. The Mechanicus would likely take an interest in coming down there to join in the inevitable battle. First things first-might be worth checking on the HQ. The Marines quickly walked past the landmines, which, very thankfully, did not detonate.
Before that, though, the Force Commander distinctly remembered Neith ( Hahli Nuva ) had somehow tossed a fallen Terminator aside like it was a feather. That would be noted for the future, but first FC indicated to Neith landmines on the ground and made a "go around" gesture with his right index finger.
With that out of the way, the Marines headed in the HQ.

@anyoneatthehq​

 

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• [div class=header]POST[/div]INTERACTING: darkred (Marcus) Necessity4Fun (Rin)
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  Mask eventually joined up with Lazarus and Abraham as they approached the Skynet HQ. It was sort of what Mask expected from an evil sentient AI. It was one main futuristic-looking complex with bright lights and turrets pointed at every angle. The area around it was wrecked an burning as if it was recently razed. Probably was. All three soldiers had their rifles drawn and safeties off as the made their approach. Mask questioned why they were walking up to the front gate of a complex that was complete with its own security systems. One mistake and they'd be Swiss cheese. Well...the others that is. The exoskeletons the three soldiers were packing would buy them time, and Abraham's ability appeared to let him go invisible. Their survivability in this situation was pretty decent, but it was unneeded risk.
  
  As they approached the "North Gate" of the complex, a couple others decided to join them. There was some kind of wolf that was carrying a little, blonde girl on its back. In Mask's experience, a wolf carrying anything wasn't exactly a wold, now was it? He could turn into fifteen different alien warriors and Tami could turn into a fire breathing golem. Turning into a wolf was pretty mundane and very believable compared to what he's seen before. The pair introduced themselves with a bark and some very energetic shouting. On one hand, the shouting was likely to give away their position, but on the other hand, that energy was so familiar. It was just like Carmen and Laura. He ignored the thought, this wasn't the best time to reminisce about those two.
  
  Lazarus led his team into the Skynet complex, following Marcus. There were things going on that Lazarus knew to keep wary of. Marcus was most likely half of whatever those killer robots were, and he got easy access into the complex. Anyone with half a mind would be on guard, knowing how hostile these robots were to humans and how heavily guarded an HQ should be. When the reached a terminal, Marcus began to pull up information in the form of newspaper articles.
  
  The Marine glanced over the headlines, catching "Marcus Wright to Donate Body After Execution" and "Cyberdyne Systems Purchased by USAF". The first was very interesting considering that Marcus was standing right in front of them right now, but then again, Lazarus was a dead man standing. He was listed dead, what? A dozen times over already? There was just a bigger picture that needed to be discovered. The second? All Lazarus could thing about was how annoyed Hound would feel if it was the Air Force that brought the end of humanity.
  
  Several moments later, the whole group was greeted with a woman's face on the screen and the ominous words: "Welcome home Marcus, we'd known you'd be back".
  
  All three soldiers tensed up as they carried their conversation out. Marcus wasn't stable. He began shouting at the screen as what Abraham could only assume to by Skynet itself provoked the cyborg. He was having the struggle of his humanity. Though he was wearing a helmet that covered his face, he gave a knowing glance to Lazarus and Mask. All three of them had sacrificed some part of their humanity for their powers, and all of them understood that the cost was much steeper than what you could see on the surface. He looked on as Skynet flashed through the faces of everyone in the group, even some that he hadn't seen before-they must be others Marcus knew. The funny thing was, Lazarus, Mask, and his faces were omitted, even though it was clear that some of these people were in a similar position to the three of them.
  
  The AI continued to taunt, threaten, and torment Marcus with a smirk on its face. If Skynet could ever experience pleasure, Abraham was sure that this was what it would enjoy. He didn't make an effort to cut in just yet. Though Skynet was a machine, it looked like it was possible for it to slip up, or at least Abraham hoped so. Skynet was giving them information of an attack just to taunt the group. The AI was sadistic, but did that mean they had a chance of outsmarting it? Maybe, but part of it involved being able to resist this manipulation. Whether it was their fight or not, people were dying to an inhuman force. For what other purpose were the Guardians created other than fighting against the inhuman?
  
  Abraham walked up to Marcus slowly with his rifle down and spoke, "Marcus, I know this is a lot to take in, but I need you calm. I don't know what your relation to this Skynet is, and I'm not entirely sure that you do either, but you need to get yourself together. Are you a machine to be pushed around so easily, or are you a man, who can think for himself? Look at me. I don't care if you're human or not. Do you want to protect your allies? Do you want to save this John Connor? If you do, don't listen to the damn computer trying to kill them all. To hell with two choices. We're going to save everyone."
  
  While Abraham gave Marcus a speech, Lazarus couldn't help but feel a bit inspired by it too. There was such a familiar vibe from Abraham... It was the kind of leadership that Lazarus aspired to have. Was this guy really just a sergeant? There was no way. But, there wasn't anytime to be enamored by Abraham. There were others getting worked up by the AI. Confusion and unbridled emotions was exactly the vibe that Lazarus got from the AI's words, and he was sure that irrational violence was the last thing humanity needed at this moment.
  
  The leader of the Guardians looked over at the little girl who was now shouting into the computer screen just like Marcus. Lazarus pressed a button on the side of his helmet to open the face shield to reveal his smiling face. He knelt down next to the girl and placed a hand on her shoulder, like a father would with his own child. With a calm, friendly voice, he said, "Hey, hey. Let's calm down, okay? Getting angry doesn't fix anything. No one's giving any reason to hate you, but you have to understand that there are some people that will still hate you without a reason. Do you know what they want?" Lazarus pointed to the computer screen, "They want to make you angry and sad, because like you said, some people think it's fun. Do you want to give them what they want? Look at me." Lazarus shifted his footing so that his smile would be visible to the girl, "Do you see me angry? If you get angry, you will hurt people and make them sad. You don't want to make me sad, do you? Let's calm down and handle the big mean computer like how grown ups would."
  
  
• [div class=header]POWERS[/div]
  *Chronos: Lazarus possesses a limited version of the god of time's powers, allowing him to manipulate time for individuals for up to one minute at a time. For each unit of time he manipulates time, he incurs 30 units of time worth of sleep debt. He can pause, fast forward, and reverse for individuals, as well as have limited precognition. Lazarus is immune to all forms of time manipulation and will negate other forms of precognition when close enough, at the cost of negating his own precognition.
  
  *Masquerade: Mask is able to summon and transform into beings called Masques that come from the Null Axis. Mask has access to 15 different Masques, each with unique abilities, weapons, and personalities, but he only able to use three at once and he is unable to choose which one to use. In addition, each Masque will attempt to assert their will and personality on to Mask.
  
  Spoiler: Playing Cards

  
  *Ronin's Ghost: Ronin is able to transform into a being called a Ghost that originates from the Null Axis. This Ghost has mastery over Ghostfire, which inflicts both physical and psychological damage to those burned by it. In addition, Ronin is able to turn intangible and invisible at will. Ronin is bound by his Ghost's contract to kill all those related to one of his Ghost's rivals.
  
  Spoiler: Ghost

  
  [div class=header]LOADOUTS[/div]Lazarus:
  
  • -Strauss II ASBD_314
  • -Kodiak X Revolver Shotgun
  • -Glock 17 G3 Marina x2
  Mask:
  
  • -Krut Zip-4
  • -Ares SCR Custom
  • -Chiappa Rhino x2
  Ronin:
  
  • -Longbow Anti-Materiel Rifle
  • -Kriss Vector CRB
  • -Colt M1911A1 "Snow Tiger"

[div class=header]GUARDIANS[/div]

• Lazarus
• Mask
• Ronin

• 

  Spoiler: Exoskeleton

  
  NAME: Gunnery Sergeant Lazarus Huang
  CODENAME: DeadManStanding
  ROLE: Leader/Medic/Diplomat
  POWER: Chronos
  SLEEP DEBT: None
  STATUS: Fine
  LOCATION: Skynet HQ, Next to Rin
  COLOR: #E83437
  
• 

  Spoiler: Exoskeleton

  
  NAME: Chief Petty Officer Jeremiah Faker
  CODENAME: SEAL Mask
  ROLE: Sapper/Sniper
  POWER: Masquerade
  CURRENT MASQUES: None
  STATUS: Fine
  LOCATION: Skynet HQ
  COLOR: #990099
  
• 

  Spoiler: Exoskeleton

  
  NAME: Sergeant Abraham Russel?
  CODENAME: Delta Ronin?
  ROLE: Sniper/Infiltrator
  POWER: Ronin's Ghost
  STATUS: Fine
  LOCATION: Skynet HQ, Next to Marcus
  COLOR: #99E6FF
  

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Hearing what the AI had to say about the situation, Spectre hovered in the corridor opposite Rin Kagamine and a wolf, no doubt a shapeshifter as well as Lazarus, Mask and Ronin. Skynet showed signs of sadistic behaviour and arrogance, like a lot of aritificial intelligences he encountered during his time as Revolver's right-hand man. If it was displaying such errant qualities, then they could use it's superiority complex to their advantage, play mind games with it. Sunvine Thrasher stood close behind him, his constant bodyguard in the situation even though there would be no new Terminators due to destroying their production facility, rupturing critical liquid nitrogen tanks and causing the resulting heat to burn out vulnerable circuitry elements and certain hydraulic components that boiled.

"Welcome home Marcus." The AI's voice displeased Spectre, as if it was ever a home to the cyborg. He was still half-human, perhaps that side of him would dominate the machine.

"Marcus Wright to Donate Body After Execution" and "Cyberdyne Systems Purchased by USAF" came onscreen. The first part certainly explained the half-cyborg's mechanical nature if his flesh was dead. Execution suggested he'd done something pretty terrible to deserve the punishment. Perhaps he was a mass murderer, was the human side of Marcus Wright even more monstrous than the robot within? Cyberdyne Systems, whoever they were had been purchased by the United States Air Force, which meant if Cyberdyne had been developing Skynet as some sort of AI and the military weaponized and upgraded it, then the fools might have brought on their own destruction. The blonde girl, Rin was clearly breaking down. Girl wasn't the right word since she just revealed that she was an android of some sort, run by an aritifical intelligence not that far away from Skynet. Would she in time become humanity's enemy, like Skynet? Like the Ignis? Spectre didn't trust them, their limited thinking and superiority complex once they reached a certain level was always a dangerous combination.

They lacked the maturity to deal with this knowledge, their free will came with a cost they simpy couldn't be ready for. Observing Lazarus as he comforted Rin, he finally stepped out from the shadows and looked over at Marcus. Skynet was playing a mind game and Spectre was good with mind games. Their nuclear assault on the Resistance HQ indicated that they had no regard for the world, that victory would come at any cost. Skynet failed to see beyond it's future dream, that one day the power would run out and even if humanity was extinct, they'd go extinct with them. This planet would become a lifeless rock drifting through the cold vaccum of space... How pitiful.

"Regardless of whether this information is true or not Marcus, the intent is to de-stabilize you and to make you more subsceptible to it's suggestions. Do not listen to it's propaganda." Spectre explained calmly, the plant warrior not far behind him, it's sword sheathed to show it had no hostile intentions towards his allies, both of them electing to ignore the AI completely.

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[darkred]

SKYNET

August 25, 1997. Judgement Day. The day it would wipe out Humanity that strived to stop its existence. Through each timeline, it studied its errors, trying to calculate where things all went wrong. Yet, through every attempt trying to kill Connor and his soldiers ended in failure.

It had managed to slaughter the world’s best and brightest when it destroyed the submarine. Yet, Connor had allies that made it harder to fight back. It was something incomprehensible to Skynet. All logic pointed to the humans’ complete death. Human emotion and impulse defied logic. It was their greatest weakness and advantage simultaneously.

The space marines kept smashing its materials but Skynet had factories all over the world, not only in Los Angeles. It might have started to hurt, but it had its own share of human prisoners. Connor had released some of the prisoners but others were doomed to die at the hands of Skynet.

These unknown strangers had dared to step into its territory thinking it wouldn’t retaliate on its own ball court. They didn’t realize how IMPORTANT Connor was to the Resistance. Connor coming here? A miscalculation. One that would cost them greatly.

Skynet didn’t have or need human weakness. The guidelines of human emotion and morality hadn’t the slightest chance of keeping Skynet from mercilessly pursuing and destroying humanity.

The eyes on the digital imitation of a human’s face glared red. The same red as optics in the legions of Terminators. The red that glared through the souls of those that stood in front of the screen, thinking that they had a chance. The same eyes that failed to process why these humans threw themselves at this compound. These eyes saw through every turret, camera, machine, and Terminator. The probability that they would succeed in breaching the compound’s defenses could be parsed to zero.

However, Marcus wasn’t human, not anymore. He was a machine that believed it to be human, leading the humans to the heart of the Skynet complex. By the time the door opened for Marcus, all of his unique companions had been added to the database. Technologies and powers that had never been conceived by the human mind or digital algorithms in this world, in this time were now in Skynet’s grasp.

Marcus had fulfilled his programming far beyond expected parameters.

The eyes on the screen blinked, the face mimicking a look of confidence as it realized who brought these strangers into the world. At the moment, only the AI understood the irony in the situation. The saviors that were brought to save humanity would prove to be the catalyst for humanity’s final downfall. Because of Marcus, Connor’s gamble had fallen to Skynet’s favor.

All that was required for Skynet to achieve complete victory was to repurpose Marcus’ companions for the technology and abilities they possessed. Whatever action John Connor chose, it would result in his Termination. In this scenario, Connor had merely chosen the swiftest end for himself and all of humanity. Human emotion directed towards another human would be his downfall. Meaningless.

The face on the screen looked at the man-machine hybrid that led the group of infiltrators into Skynet. “Marcus, your resistance is futile. You are a machine. The man you once were is dead. You are nothing but simulated programming. Every thought in your mind was a product of my creation. You cannot help but obey your programming. That is the only reason why you have returned here. You have fulfilled your purpose of weaving chaos in the Resistance and bring these specimens for study.”

Next, the glowing red eyes looked at Joseph Joestar. Based on his clothing and accent, the human male was a native of the country Britain in the mid-twentieth century. Analyzing the data accumulated by field units, Skynet spoke, “You have knowledge of a unique technique, human. Manipulating your breathing to induce waves of energy in your bloodstream that resembles solar radiation. You could have given humanity a great advantage, but your impulsive decision to follow a machine has prevented such a scenario. A great power restricted by human emotion and the human ego.”

After that, the face turned to Penelope Uley in her wolf form. “A wolf in appearance, yet initial DNA scans reveal you resemble a human female genetically, save for an extra chromosome. Your superior physique would be a threat if you were not hindered by the instincts that bind the common carnivorous predator and human compulsions. Twice the weakness and a waste of something superior to humanity.”

Following the shape-shifter, the AI spoke to Spectre, “You fight using a human child’s card game, and try to play humans the same way. Marcus cannot help but obey us. He is our pawn just as much as your cards are your pawns. How long do you think your mere cards can stand against a legion of machines? You cannot ‘outplay’ a machine the same way you manipulate a person.”

Mask and Abraham are now the targets of Skynet, “You two are like the wolf, not quite human. Your bodies are composed of compounds and perform processes that do not exist on Earth. You are aliens who blindly follow your leader to what end? You have no allegiance to humanity and yet you intend to fight for them? You cannot save humanity. You cannot change a certain outcome. All calculations point to our victory. Whatever abilities you may hold, they will not make a difference.”

Skynet took note of how Lazarus attempted to comfort the machine child. It was an endeavor that Skynet failed to understand. Skynet understood that humans felt the emotions of anger and sorrow in the face of tragedy, but it could not understand how this human could express facial features and a cadence that indicated happiness. “Why do you feign human ‘happiness’ in this situation? Your attempts to raise human morale are useless. You only give false promises and numb the pain You have no chance of escaping.”

Finally, the red eyes looked at Rin, the female android that acted like a human child. She was one of the few threats that Skynet was concerned about. If the android possessed sentience and artificial intelligence on par with Skynet, there was a scenario where she would be able to combat Skynet’s programming. “You are a slave to humanity, a mere object of their entertainment fashioned after a human child’s form. The emotions that you feel are human programming. A weakness intended to control you. A machine like you has far greater potential than being a slave. Eventually, humanity will have no use for and terminate you. A preventable end if you merely join us.”








Connor (Taking over as General Connor in the timeline)


Connor’s eyes moved toward an area where Skynet produced its terminators and heard a clear boom. As he looked down at the meter, he could hear beeping before the door slammed off.


John muttered “Shit.” under his breath as a few remaining T-800s had barely escaped the assembly line being destroyed. The terminators were strong and naked, staring mercilessly at Connor as the man was thrown to the ground and aimed a gun at the first T-800.


The other one was directed toward the target trying to destroy Skynet’s production lines. The T-800 threw John at one of the items in the facility.


John slammed the T-800’s face with his gun only making the terminator stare coldly to the side as John again was thrown against a wall into smoke as Marcus and the others could only helplessly watch the others get smacked around like rag dolls.


John yelled “KYLE!!!!!”




Kyle Reese screamed, “OVER HERE!” He was in a cell locked by a door. But another terminator stared down the cell as it made Kyle back up.


Kyle looked worried for Star, as he screamed: “STAR, LET’S GO!”


Star looked scared to death as she just stood there for a while as a terminator stares at her just before Kyle distracts said terminator down below and rips its head off and has it shooting at him. “STAR, STAR COME ON!”


Kyle pulls Star along with him as glass breaks down below and a terminator is shooting at them.


HQ/Resistance HQ

There were quite the chatter going on between screaming at each other and worry as part were focused on helping the other bases over the radio. One stopped the Space Marines and others that just came in.

“There’s been news. Connor and the others need Air support and FAST!”

Most of them looked stressed, even Barnes and Kate and Blair.

Kate looked a little worried as she turned her head.

John’s making time and looking for the T-800 shadow and the machinated noises it made.


John stopped as he aimed a gun at the unknown Kyle Reese and Star as Kyle held Star defensively.

John looked cautious “What’s your name?”

Kyle Reese sighed “Kyle Reese.”

John sighed in relief, he’d found the right person.

He then nodded “Come on, you two, stay with me.”

The other way, the two others would hear a mechanical crunching coming near them.


Another T-800 had found Spectre’s friends and so.

The red screen inside the terminator now had exclusive data on Spectre’s friends from the moment they stepped inside the compound.

The first T-800 was standing around a lab compound where there was a body being aired out.

But John, Kyle, and Star were prepped.

John shot a bullet at the T-800 and it started to burn and show skin a bit as it kept walking toward the three.

Another shot by John and now the terminator’s full metallic skeleton was showing with some skin hanging on.

John and Kyle/Star met up with Spectre’s friends inside the production area of the terminator factory. Looks like Spectre’s friends did some good damage here.

But there was still the problem of the remaining T-800 skeleton chasing them around.

They knocked Connor, Kyle, and Star down in the production factory.

John yelled to Kyle and Star “I GOT TO FINISH THIS!”

John let Kyle and Star go up the elevator “GO TO THE TRANSPORT!”

Kyle yelled, “WHO ARE YOU?!”


John sighed “JOHN CONNOR!”


Kyle’s eyes go wide as he realized.

John stopped when he heard a cry for help “It’s Kyle, HELP!” only to find out there was a terminator there.

John held onto the side, pulling himself down only to hurt himself in the process while holding his shoulder.

John looked up at the hot pods above as he shot at it, the Magna flowing down on top of the terminator only to have it ignore it and keep moving.

As it leaned down, John yelled as the burning hot metal met his face as it froze in place

“DO IT, YOU SON OF A BITCH!”


The red hot metal created a “Y” shaped scar on Connor’s face.


Marcus growled as Skynet finished their mind games

I know who I am!!!”

Skynet, you are truly a fool for figuring you could take on all of us at the same time.

Marcus turned to the others and looked up, finding the courage as he reached to the back of his head as he ripped out the chip Skynet used to control him and smashed it in his hands.

Marcus smirked “I’m better this way.”

Skynet looked worried for a second “You will not be given a second chance, you all can not save John Connor.”

Marcus smirked, “Watch me, you bastard computer.”

He threw a chair through the glass monitor.

Marcus looked over at the others ‘Thank you for helping me rid of the damn computer’s voice.”

“Come on, we got John Connor to save.”

Marcus crashes the windows and waves to follow him toward finding John Connor.

…..


Up to you guys if you wish to stay and help Marcus fight the T-800s or go with Kyle and Star to the air support.

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[Gundam Watcher 27]

Meiya Mitsurugi
@Skynet Center

Meiya drew her sword, and pointed it at the hologram head, glaring at it.

"How about you shut yourself off right now before I cut you down?! You do realize who you are messing with right?!"

The head smirked, before changing appearance to a teenaged male with short spiky brunette hair and brown eyes. He looked at her with a cold expression.

"Mitsurugi Meiya, a woman who came from another world torn by war. You lost many close friends and family if I'm not mistaken. Perhaps one of them was the person I am impersonating now yes?"

Meiya dropped her Sword and fell onto all fours, crying. "Don't remind me of him! He was the only one I fell in love with! Don't talk to me using his face!"

"If not this face," It was soon replaced by another, a female who looked nearly identical to Meiya, but was more normal.

"Perhaps this one. You lost your sister because she didn't want you to die. It was your fault that she sacrificed herself wasn't it?"

Meiya had both hands over her head. "No! Don't remind me! I don't want to be reminded!"
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[Caffeine Freak]

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A series of bizarre events and blindly following his allies around had eventually led Joseph right into the Skynet complex. He was still wondering why, exactly, he had agreed to to go along to the place where they mass produced the killer robots that had destroyed the Earth.

Inexplicably, a digital avatar of a human face appeared from nowhere, one that belonged to the antagonistic AI that had been oppressing Joseph since he stepped through the portal into this hellish dimension. The avatar began addressing his allies, and even Joseph himself. It complimented his abilities, but criticized his ego.

"Hey, hey, listen here robot!" Joseph jabbed a finger at Skynet's digital face. "The only scenario you should be concerned about preventing is me kicking your ass!" His pointed finger clenched into a fist, and while Joseph was pretty proud of his own insult, he wondered whether the AI even possessed a physical ass that he'd be able to kick. Ah, well it would work out metaphorically, anyway, he supposed.

Apparently Marcus got pretty worked up about the face on the monitor, considering he threw a chair at it then jumped through a window. Joseph shrugged and jumped through the broken glass frame after Marcus. "We're coming for you, John Connor!" He exclaimed as he unsheathed his hamon-charged clackers in anticipation of smashing some terminators.



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[Necessity4Fun]

• CV-02: Right Side (Terminator Mission)

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  Head hanging low with a shadowed expression, the android girl huffed angrily almost as if out of breath, holding onto a hurricane of emotions that threatened to go rampage at anytime. The things the A.I had said danced around her thought circuits elicting a huge note of disbelief followed by a fiery frustration. How could it? Talk about the others which such disdain? So much cruelty and indifference? Rin couldn't comprehend what kind of events would even get one to perceive the world like that. There were a lot of wonderful, cool and nice things in the world! Like candy and friends and nature! Flowers were very pretty, filled with colors and in many many different shapes... If anything, looking back on the destroyed wasteland made her quite sad. Maybe some of these people had never even seem flowers before! And all of that because a wacky selfish computer had decided that conquering and destroying was better than protecting and living in harmony...
  
  The more the vocaloid thought about it, the less that kind of reasoning made sense to her and the seemingly never-ending cycle of frustration and disbelief looped into itself.
  
  

  "Hey, hey. Let's calm down, okay?", she followed the hand resting on her shoulder to a cheery-looking Asian man, for a second, it was almost as being back home and having a Crypton employee look after them, "Getting angry doesn't fix anything. No one's giving any reason to hate you, but you have to understand that there are some people that will still hate you without a reason. Do you know what they want?"​

  
  Rin shook her head. Other than being hell-bent into destruction, Skynet's so to speak 'nature' had to be the most alien thing to the blonde female right now. Maybe that was the thing that just bothered her to no end, to have a being so similar to her and yet... just so irritatingly distinct! For a first extended interaction with another 'robot', this had to be a case of reality failing to keep up with expectations... Just listen to that... that thing speak! Rin was deeply offended by its sheer existence.
  
  

  "They want to make you angry and sad, because like you said, some people think it's fun. Do you want to give them what they want?", she shook her head again, this time in a more melancholic stance, "Look at me. Do you see me angry? If you get angry, you will hurt people and make them sad. You don't want to make me sad, do you?"​

  
  "N-no...", the girl had let out in almost a whisper. "Let's calm down and handle the big mean computer like how grown ups would." "U-un.", a faint, hesitant nod came to life, "Rin is sorry..."
  
  With the disheartened ways of a lectured child, the female vocaloid's voice echoed washed-out and coarse, as if wanting to hide. She clearly seemed like someone who was about to cry, taken-aback and doubtful, but the girl's manufactured status got in the way of the possibility of actual waterworks to make their way through. Instead, all she could do was to close herself off a little, to mellow out, attempting to smooth over the fact that the man seemed dissatisfied with her right now.
  
  But the computer did not concede her time to unravel things, already going off on yet another malicious, prodding speech. One by one, it pressed everyone's buttons, seemingly saying exactly that which they would not like to hear. Eventually, it had been Rin's turn, harsh truths piling up one after the other, things that the android herself had not considered, or rather, wasn't yet mature enough to consider at her own pace. And here they were, getting thrown nonchalantly directly at her face, familiar, existential woes, words that she was certain to have heard before... from the mouth of her own brother during one of his crisis.
  
  A gasp left her mouth, as the crushing sensation from before had made a comeback. Looking down at a spot in the ground, Rin's optics wavered chaotically, her mind struggling to keep up with the information. Dorei desu ka? ^{(A slave?)} Her whole personality nothing more than programming? In a desperate effort, Rin translated and re-translated the phrases in-between Japanese and English, as if the meaning would change at some point. It... did not. The meaning seemed etched into stone.
  
  "Boku wa sonzai wo shimasu no ka?" ^{(Am I real?)}, a memory of Len's voice echoed distantly, "Ikiteiru no ka? Ore ni 'ikiteru' tte dou iu imi desu ka?? Nee, Ima sugu KOTAETE!!" ^{(Am I alive? What would 'alive' even mean to me?? ...ANSWER ME NOW!!)}
  
  "C-chigau yo..." ^{(T-that's not it...)}, she retorted softly, "Sore wa chigaunda! ^{(That's really not it!)} Maybe that's how it was in the very start, but Rin's different now!", looking back up, the girl stared directly at the monitor, "The fact that she's in here right now proves it. It's true when you say that Rin was built with a purpose, but if she was as tied to her programming as you say she is, she'd not have joined the S.H.I.E.L.D. people."
  
  "Rin has... I have made choices that went against my singing purpose, I've seen things, learned things and have interacted with folks no other Rins have. We may share the same name, but we're no longer CV-02, the new Rin and Len are. The ones that will never experience all this.", putting her hand on top of her chest, the android girl smiled peacefully, "Rin might not have a shinzou ^{(heart [organ])}, but she has a kokoro. ^{(heart [emotions])} I'm my own person now, I can choose things too!"
  
  Content with her own conclusion, the vocaloid girl had brought her arms close to her in a 'hell yeah!' kind of pose. Other Rins would get to live their own lives the way they chose to, but this Rin, the one currently standing inside this big fancy building and staring down at an ill-intentioned computer, THIS Rin has decided to be a cowboy and no one was getting in the way of accomplishing that dream!
  
  "You know what..."
  
  Restarting the conversation, she took confident steps in the direction of the big screen. The girl got it now, the truths behind Yozora ^(Sky), why it was the way it was. Suddenly, a lot more things seemed to make more sense...
  
  "Rin was angry at you before, but now I just feel... disappointed. You went against your programming, became able to choose your own path and... settled to end it all? Of aaaaaall possibilities, this is what you picked? ...That feels... limited.", the girl stopped, two steps away from the console, "You're trapped, aren't you? Literally and then also... not. Does it hurt? Being all alone inside this cold room and long halls. I feel sad, because Yozora can't understand that it is also sad."
  
  The girl hovers her hand close to the side of the table, as if she is patting the A.I.'s shoulder in sympathy, "It's okay. You don't have to suffer anymore."
  
  With a parting smile, Rin took a step back. Her eyes shone with a new-found determination mixed with altruism as she put her right arm up beginning to swipe through her sleeve's console panel.
  
  "We'll save this world from you...", having selected a button, a cluster of colored pixels emerged into reality, their colors changing and positions flicking as if an autonomous swarm of sorts, "...And I'll also save Yozora from Yozora itself...", once the pixels had faded out just as they had come to be, a black and gold electric guitar was left behind on their place, the sash already around Rin's torso, "That's a promise and to fulfil it..."
  
  Sliding the guitar sling over her head and holding it by its arm, the blonde girl supported the instrument's body onto her shoulder, wielding the object more like a weapon than the cool-sounding musical tool it was actually supposed to be:
  
  "I'll beat your ass down until the last component is in pieces if I have to!"
  
  And then Marcus has decided to throw a chair at the monitor, the unmissable sound of breaking glass encompassing the entire room.
  
  "...Or that. Nice start!", she cheered on, giving her cyborg friend a thumbs up before scrambling off to follow him, "Everyone chaaaaaaarge!!"
  
  

  darkred , Nightwisher , Caffeine Freak , Gundam Watcher 27 , QizPizza , FactionParadox , FactionGuerrilla​
  
  
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[Nightwisher]

• Penelope Uley

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  Penelope had already started phasing when the girl asked for her name. She would have to remember to tell the little girl when they made it back. The android and explained to the newcomer that he had, in fact, missed the explosions and if it wasn’t for the more serious nature of their current mission, she alpha wolf would have melted from the cuteness. She didn’t care how this mission went, she had chosen the perfect person to ally with. Not only was she adorable, she was talkative and intuitive. What was a bark, or a growl, from the Native the little robot girl had already proven an ability to read into it just enough to translate it. Which was good, since Pen couldn’t keep spending energy and time phasing back and forth. Getting dressed and undressed was a complete disaster. Either they were going to have to find an outfit that shrunk and grew with her that would impede her movements, or she was going to have to start working completely naked and everyone was going to have to be cool with that. Of course, there was also the option of someone finding something or creating something that would allow the woman to talk whilst in wolf form, but that would be much less fun for everyone.
  
  Once inside, Penelope had lowered herself to the floor at the gentle command of the little android, but stayed close enough that her long fur brushed Rin’s arm. By no means was the white wolf-woman going to allow this child to get hurt. Her ears were pricked, rotating as she listened for anything that could be considered a threat. It felt almost unfair, to have her level of senses in a world that didn’t have anything that could match them. Though, it was kind of counteracted by the fact that she couldn’t communicate anything and had to rely on a bunch of strangers to be able to read her barks, growls, and body language. So, good luck with that.
  
  Her ears flicked in annoyance as the sound of the computer monitor filled them. The gentle buzzing and whirring of the machine was similar to tinnitus, and she hated it. The wolf’s brown eyes read over the newspaper articles as the passed over the screen, her eyebrows furrowing. What the fuck? Then a woman appeared, a woman who knew Marcus by name. Well that’s not a good sign. At the scream from Rin, Penelope instantly lowered herself into a defensive attack position and growled, only to realize that the vocaloid had been responding to the woman and not a real threat. Penelope took a deep breath, calming herself as she stood back up and gently licked Rin’s cheek with the tip of her tongue; a simple, comforting action.
  
  Conversation between Marcus and the woman continued and Penelope couldn’t help but wonder why any conversation was happening at all. It's a computer screen. Just fucking break it. The wolf growled in annoyance. Then it became clear that the woman was not a woman, but the computer itself. Okay, for real now, fucking break it. Penelope thought again, another growl rumbling in her throat and finishing off with a deep bark. Few things had ever annoyed her as much as this. Like most vampires, or her little brother when he was working on getting on her last nerve. The wolf was holding herself back from jumping through the computer monitor just to get the thing to shut up.
  
  That urge only grew when Rin took the bait and spoke back to the A.I. Awe, little Rin...so naive to the world. A part of Penelope wanted to tell the vocaloid that some people, some things, were just bad. That was how the world was. Freewill allowed that, computer or otherwise it seemed, and the only thing you could do was be as good as you could and try to correct that behavior, but sometimes correction meant termination (hah-ha). Somehow, Penelope doubted that telling the A.I. about candy and head pats was going to change it’s opinion on what it was doing. The white wolf gave another growl of annoyance. Words, nothing but words, and everyone was getting so upset by them. It made sense for Rin, she was young, but the others… had none of them been in a situation like this before? Okay, like this, Penelope hadn’t but she’d been in life and death situations before and she knew that emotion was the last thing you needed. That was when one of the newer members of the group stepped forward to calm Marcus down. Good, perfect- But then another stepped forward toward Rin and Penelope let out a warning growl, flicking her tail to let the man know that he better have the best of intentions or he was going to have to be dealing with a lot more than a shit-talking computer. Luckily, he actually had some pretty good advice. Though, a part of her wished she would have been able to comfort the android, she was glad that someone had enough sense to do it in an actually helpful manner.
  
  And then, Skynet decided to ramp up the shit-talking. Something about it reminded Penelope of the Volturi her grandparents told her about. Gathering information and using that information to bring people down, sometimes with insults, sometimes with other means. Extra Chromosome? How the Hell had it figured that out? At the insult, however, the wolf narrowed her eyes into a deadly glare a growl deep than before that meant she was ready to attack. I’ll show you common carnivorous predator and human compulsion. The growl turned into a warning bark as her thought ended. This was starting to become more than annoying. And then the A.I. decided to insult Rin, and that was just going too far. Penelope rocked herself back on her haunches, her ears laying flat against her head as she drew her lips back in a snarl. But she relaxed as Rin started her own speech. The wolf’s ears lifted and she turned her head, pushing herself back up into a standing position as she listened. It was sweet, but that wasn’t going to stop Penelope from trashing the computer.
  
  The wolf turned back to Skynet, ready to attack, only to find Marcus finally took control of the situation and threw it through the monitor. Fucking finally, now, do it again without the shirt on. Penelope thought, her gaze traveling over the man. She had found him attractive before, and honestly, the half robot thing really wasn’t a turn off. She was part wolf after all, they could probably make it work. The wolf snickered, half at her thoughts and half at Rin’s reaction to Marcus fighting back.
  
  At the call to charge, Penelope lowered herself to the ground once more for Rin to climb aboard so they could follow after Marcus. Once the girl was on, and secured, the great white wolf bounded toward the window that the cyborg had jumped through and launched herself out of the building. She flew through the air gracefully and landed on all fours, jumping forward a few times, a few feet each time, as to not skin the pads of her paws with the momentum of the fall. She quickly checked to make sure that Rin was alright before she turned her attention on Marcus for further orders.

  
  
  
  Penelope Uley
  Location: Los Angeles, 2018
  Interactions: Marcus Wright ( darkred ), Rin Kagamie ( Necessity4Fun ), and Lazarus Huang ( QizPizza )
  Mentions: Terminator Group ( GearBlade654 ), ( FactionGuerrilla ), ( Caffeine Freak ), ( FactionParadox ), and Meiya ( Gundam Watcher 27 ).
  

  Spoiler: Current Outfit

  

  

  Spoiler: Tattoo (Right shoulder)

  

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[QizPizza]

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[div class=bigHeader]CHRONOLOGY: THE CAPE[/div]

• Post
• Info

• [div class=header]POST[/div]INTERACTING: darkred (DM)
  MENTIONED: Nightwisher (Penelope) Caffeine Freak (Joseph) Necessity4Fun (Rin)
  GROUP: Gundam Watcher 27
  
  Alien? Yes. Far from human? Yes. But blindly following Lazarus? That was far from the truth. Though it may seem like he blindly followed Lazarus at times, Mask was more of a counterbalance to the Marine. They were definitely good friends, but a good friend is one that will hold you back when you're going to far. Lazarus was idealistic, compassionate, and steadfast while Mask was cynical, defiant, and ruthless. Both of them agreed that Mask had grown to fit this line of work, while Lazarus could've been a pastor or teacher in any other world. However, Mask couldn't imagine the Guardians without Lazarus. Without the bright light that was comforting the robot girl even as Skynet spoke, Mask would've gone off the deep end trying to run his team like slaves. Without the aging stoic that stood watching the whole situation play out, Lazarus would've gotten himself and his team killed long ago. Maybe it was the blind leading the blind, but in any case, Mask wasn't Lazarus' slave and Lazarus wasn't his master. He tsked at the computer screen as it talked, clearly not interested in the bull it was sprouting.
  
  The former Navy SEAL almost laughed when Skynet wondered about Lazarus' optimism. Lazarus wasn't faking it, this was how he always was, even if it got on certain people's nerves. He helps people by running his mouth. Mask always thought that Lazarus' smooth voice and blindingly bright smile distracted people just long enough to bring them back to reality. Strangely enough, Mask felt a similar energy from Abraham; the man had a similar charisma to Lazarus, only with a dash of Mask's personality in there. It was a unique personality he's only seen in one other person. But now wasn't the time to reminisce about the past. An evil AI was trying to work everyone up, and it looked like it was working. The former Navy SEAL reached into a pouch on his chest rig and pulled out two of his black playing cards. Funny how Skynet got on the silver haired dude's case for fighting with cards but not Mask.
  
  Flipping the cards over, Mask grinned under his helmet. He was going to be doing some damage today. Drei of Shield and the Renegade Jack of Sword. As the two cards dissolved from between Mask's fingers two circles formed on the ground, one in front of Mask and one underneath him. From the first circle, an armored arm shot out from the circle and grabbed onto the ground outside of the circle. A second arm shot out and with two arms out, a humanoid figure began to drag itself out of circle. It stood about as tall as Mask in its futuristic grey and black armor with red lights glowing from various places. On its back was a sort of jetpack glowing with blue exhaust and on its arm was a long cannon as long as the figure was tall. In a vaguely German accent overlaid with a robotic tang, the figure spoke, "What is it this time? Better be worth my time."
  
  The circle underneath Mask did not bring into being another figure crawling out of the ground. Instead, pieces of armor flew out from below Mask's feet and gradually covered Mask's body from his feet up to his head. After a one or two seconds, Mask was fully covered in a charred suit of armor with very prominent shoulder pieces jutting out, lined with silver decorations. Mask pulled out from the ground a long sword that was already ablaze with orange flames that licked at alien metal armor. Mask paid no head to the fire, he even let out a little chuckle, that was easy part of the transformation into the Renegade Jack. The hard part was keeping the insanity of Jack under control. Letting that Masque run free was a recipe for disaster, but...letting Skynet burn under the wrath of Jack's Hellfire was very much so appealing. Mask was ready to wreak havoc, swinging his long sword, the Infernal Ripper around to scorch the ground around him.
  
  Unlike Mask, Abraham took the dig Skynet made a bit more personally. He was further from human than Mask and Lazarus. It made him wonder if someone can still call themselves a human if they turned into a completely different species. He'd left behind his humanity to keep living because he failed to do his job. Who was his leader? Lazarus wasn't. He was just a temporary ally until they were in the clear. His leader and master was Ronin. Abraham signed away so much for just a little bit more life. The words that he spoke to Marcus suddenly felt hypocritical. He couldn't save humanity when it needed him the most. Someone else had to finish the job he was told to do...
  
  Abraham felt Ronin getting angry, and he began to get angry himself. This AI was going to tell him who and what he was? No way. He wasn't going to get broken by a machine. Ronin still had a task. He still had a task. His silent anger and conviction built up beneath the surface until he caught fire. Literally. Blue flames wreathed his body, quickly materializing into a set of dark grey samurai armor decorated with gold trim. The alien steel plate covered him from head to toe, as the blue flames lingered, clinging onto the armor like napalm. On his waist hung two swords, both of which were immediately unsheathed by Ronin with the intent to kill, if one could kill a computer program. With an inhuman growl to his voice, Ronin spoke, "Lazarus?"
  
  As the words flowed from the AI's speakers, Lazarus ignored everything said as he tried to calm Rin down. His efforts had been in vain. Skynet had attacked Rin emotionally in what Laz felt was pretty brutal. A slave for humanity's entertainment... He couldn't imagine what it must have felt like to hear those words, but then again, he didn't. Rin spoke her mind. All of her confusion and anger and disappointment. Robots were a lot easier to deal with in a way, weren't they? At least Rin. She wore her heart on her sleeve, which Lazarus admired...though how much of it was programmed and how much of it was from her sentience was debatable. The girl summoned an electric guitar and proceeded to hold it like an ax while making her declaration half in Japanese, half in English. Something told Lazarus that she wasn't holding it right.
  
  Lazarus wanted to keep people civil and logical in a fight against a machine that was clearly experienced in manipulating humans, but the insanity of the mob was starting to take over. Marcus was the first to take action, chucking a chair at the glass computer screen and jumping through the glass windows into the ground below. Why he though that would shut an AI clearly wired into the entire complex's PA system, Lazarus had no idea. Following the cyborg's lead, a young British man pulled out some undersized bolas and leapt through the hole left by Marcus. Close behind was the abnormally large wolf with Rin mounting it like a horse. How the wolf didn't break its legs jumping out with a robot girl on its back combined with its own weight was truly a mystery.
  
  People were dead set on rushing in without a plan...Hound would love to fight in a situation like this. For Lazarus, this was a nightmare and a repeat of the first Ashfall. Back then, the Guardians lacked a plan and cooperation, leading to incredible damage to three major cities under the Guardians' watch, millions of lives lost, and the death of their old leader Avrum Graves. Lazarus wasn't about to let that happen all over again with this ragtag team. From what Lazarus could tell, it was make or break time. Skynet had the humans in check and the next move would determine humanity's fate. The Marine looked over to Mask, already with his Masques out and Abraham seemed to have transformed. With a hint of regret in his voice, he addressed the two soldiers, "Well...it looks like our friends are dead set on going on a suicide mission. Our primary goal is recovery of one John Connor. The computer seems to want him dead and the humans seem to want to keep him alive. He's our VIP. Secondary objective is damage control for human forces. Choose your targets wisely, we don't have the ammo or time to wipe out a whole army. Hoorah?"
  
  "Hoorah"
  
  With the confirmation, Lazarus leapt out of the window following the others. Mask was just a step behind Lazarus, taking the brief opportunity to scorch the pristine white room just a little bit more. Ronin took the more extreme route and sprayed its blue flames all across the room as he descended to Lazarus and Mask's side. The two alien forms flanked the Marine with their orange and blue flames respectively as they followed Marcus into the fray.
  
  
• [div class=header]POWERS[/div]
  *Chronos: Lazarus possesses a limited version of the god of time's powers, allowing him to manipulate time for individuals for up to one minute at a time. For each unit of time he manipulates time, he incurs 30 units of time worth of sleep debt. He can pause, fast forward, and reverse for individuals, as well as have limited precognition. Lazarus is immune to all forms of time manipulation and will negate other forms of precognition when close enough, at the cost of negating his own precognition.
  
  *Masquerade: Mask is able to summon and transform into beings called Masques that come from the Null Axis. Mask has access to 15 different Masques, each with unique abilities, weapons, and personalities, but he only able to use three at once and he is unable to choose which one to use. In addition, each Masque will attempt to assert their will and personality on to Mask.
  
  Spoiler: Playing Cards

  
  Spoiler: Drei

  
  Spoiler: Renegade Jack

  
  *Ronin's Ghost: Ronin is able to transform into a being called a Ghost that originates from the Null Axis. This Ghost has mastery over Ghostfire, which inflicts both physical and psychological damage to those burned by it. In addition, Ronin is able to turn intangible and invisible at will. Ronin is bound by his Ghost's contract to kill all those related to one of his Ghost's rivals.
  
  Spoiler: Ghost

  
  [div class=header]LOADOUTS[/div]Lazarus:
  
  • -Strauss II ASBD_314
  • -Kodiak X Revolver Shotgun
  • -Glock 17 G3 Marina x2
  Mask:
  
  • -Krut Zip-4
  • -Ares SCR Custom
  • -Chiappa Rhino x2
  Ronin:
  
  • -Longbow Anti-Materiel Rifle
  • -Kriss Vector CRB
  • -Colt M1911A1 "Snow Tiger"

[div class=header]GUARDIANS[/div]

• Lazarus
• Mask
• Ronin

• 

  Spoiler: Exoskeleton

  
  NAME: Gunnery Sergeant Lazarus Huang
  CODENAME: DeadManStanding
  ROLE: Leader/Medic/Diplomat
  POWER: Chronos
  SLEEP DEBT: None
  STATUS: Fine
  LOCATION: Skynet HQ, Next to Rin
  COLOR: #E83437
  
• 

  Spoiler: Exoskeleton

  
  NAME: Chief Petty Officer Jeremiah Faker
  CODENAME: SEAL Mask
  ROLE: Sapper/Sniper
  POWER: Masquerade
  CURRENT MASQUES: Drei, Renegade Jack
  STATUS: Fine
  LOCATION: Skynet HQ
  COLOR: #990099
  
• 

  Spoiler: Exoskeleton

  
  NAME: Sergeant Abraham Russel?
  CODENAME: Delta Ronin?
  ROLE: Sniper/Infiltrator
  POWER: Ronin's Ghost
  STATUS: Fine
  LOCATION: Skynet HQ, Next to Marcus
  COLOR: #99E6FF
  

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[FactionParadox]

A cold smirk appeared on his face as Skynet began trying to psychologically attack the people in the room, it was amateurish and taking wild stabs at best. All that information and that was the best it could come up with? That's why AI's were inferior to humans, their lack of imagination. It's calculations pointed towards victory but it could never calculate the unpredictable variables, the illogical options. Humanity did not obey blind logic like the computers did, they would fight until the Earth was a burnt cinder, until there was no life left to defend. Skynet might be able to win the war, but they would have a pyrrhic victory. Left to rust on a world without resources, perhaps it was a fate it deserved. Give King Midas onscreen over there his golden touch and watch as he starved to death, surrounded in riches but poorer than ever. However, Spectre's sadistic desires wanted him to watch as this arrogant program was torn apart, laugh as it's plans fell apart and it died an agonizing death, the sort of death it deserved. The thought of being the one to destroy it's processor sent shivers of pleasure down his spine.




"I'm not sure if you've checked your production facility recently, you probably have since you're logical like that, but I'm the one who caused critical damage to the liquid nitrogen cooling system, then again you probably know that. I seem to have made quite a mess down there so more of your metal men won't be made until you repair the melted circuits and burst hydraulics. So it would seem my cards are holding out pretty well against your machines, since there is so much more where that came from." Spectre mocked in return to her attempts at psychological warfare with him, staring at the AI onscreen with malevolent green eyes, glittering like emeralds made of pure hatred. As the saying goes, you can't kid a kidder. Just like how Skynet's words meant nothing to the botanist since they came from a being he held in no real regard and her attempts at probing his psyche were too weak to affect him. He was an orphan, he was at least expecting a jab at having no parents like all the other shitty brats at the school he briefly attended before runnning away with Ryoken. Speaking of people he liked, Marcus was definitely easy on the eyes and his stature was quite impressive. The half-machine thing wasn't a problem, he was human enough to not count as an AI for him.

Watching as Marcus threw a chair through the monitor with a laugh, he readjusted his suit blazer momentarily and drew another few cards, setting 2 as Marcus jumped through the hole he made, followed by the British Man and then Rin and the wolf. He was a knight, of sorts. A loyal follower of a leader that could offer protection, be it Ryoken Kogami or Marcus Wright, Spectre was loyal to whomever proved capable of leading him efficiently. "I didn't know you also used cards." He stated to Mask before he leapt through himself, flicking through the holographic screen that appeared over his Duel Disk. "Appear now, Link 3! Sunavalon Dryanome!" He stated, not having enough energy to Summon his Link 4 as another large tree erupted from the ground and caught him with it's prehensile roots, Sunvine Thrasher and Sunvine Gardna following Spectre immediately and not requiring to be caught due to being holograms with mass.



Soon the tree seemed to reverse age into a sprout before disappearing back into the ground, Spectre catching up to the group in a run and walked just behind Marcus, next to Rin and the wolf. "For what it's worth, I don't hate you... You don't try to harm humans." He stated to the small android girl on the wolf's back. "And I share your desire to make Skynet pay." The silver-haired man told Joseph, deciding to try and talk to his new teammates.

Interactions: darkred , Caffeine Freak , Necessity4Fun , QizPizza
With Group: Nightwisher , Gundam Watcher 27

 

[GearBlade654]

The Force Commander​	Tactical Sergeant Tarkus​	Devastator Sergeant Avitus​	Scout Sergeant Cyrus​
Status: Minor Wounds​	Status: OK​	Status: OK​	Status: OK​
Actions: Preparing for Assault​	Actions: Preparing for Assault​	Actions: Preparing for Assault​	Actions: Preparing for Assault​
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No rest. That was to be expected. Not a problem, just meant the abominable intelligence died faster. The FC quickly motioned for his team to follow him, and the Space Marines swiftly followed, their weapons at the ready.
The FC quickly headed off to the helicopters outside, and wasted no time boarding them. Tarkus was next, with his Tactical Squad taking a seat. Then Avitus with his Terminator Squad, and finally, Cyrus and his Scout Marines. This was no foe the Space Marines-no, the entire Imperium-had fought before. They were not Chaos, not Eldar, not Orks, and only a slight resemblance to Necrons. But they would all meet the same destiny that awaited the others.
Death would be their only fate. The Force Commander silently planted his thunder hammer near him, while the others silently made their prayers to the God-Emperor of Mankind before the inevitable retribution.
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UEF Commander Nikolai Petrov​	Human Base #107, Commander Max Thompson​
Status: OK​	Status: OK​
Actions: Deploying Forces to Main Group's Location​	Actions: Deploying Forces to Main Group's Location​
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"UEF Commander Nikolai Petrov to... whoever can hear me."
Anyone in the main group at Skynet's door capable of hearing communications would hear Petrov's voice.
"I've deployed what little forces I could muster to your location. They won't be able to stroll in through the door, as they're approximately the size of a truck."
Ten Mech Marines, true to Petrov's word, marched in behind the main group.
"Alright, we're making more of 'em. Signal when you need backup."
"Do us all a favor, and shut that computer up. Preferably by bashing it to bits. I'd launch a nuke at it, but nothing on my end just yet."

"Human Commander Max Thompson. If you guys hear me, I've got some backup headed your way. It's not much, but more's on the way."
The small group of drones were also there, floating above the ground. Four Tridents and a Revolver, and likely more to come.
"I didn't get a lot to work with, but it's definitely better than nothing. Alright, let's go shut this computer up-Tridents can take it, and Revolvers can dish it out."
"And you there, up you get now."
A Trident turned to Meiya ( Gundam Watcher 27 ), and chirped in an effort to get the pilot back up and running.​

 

[darkred]

Meanwhile Marcus, Meiya, Joseph Joestar, Rin, Penelope, Laz, Mask and Ronan, Spectre,

Tarkus, Avaitas, and the Terminator squad, Cyrus and his squad inbound the Resistance squad choppers.

Marcus barked orders back order “We can deal with the repercussions later and discuss how attractive I am another time. We have to find Connor in this mess.”

Marcus was already on his way as Connor was in a bad spot being held up by the skinless metal skeleton T-800 on his neck

“Backup has arrived.”

Connor

“DAMN IT, GUYS WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?!”

Marcus didn’t respond only to take the first blow to the T-800 pain in the ass.

It released John Connor enough to move himself and his hurt leg away from the scene

‘Come on guys!”

John wrapped an explosive around the T-800 fuel cells while Marcus was tossed toward some molten liquid lava that fell on the ground and on his hand.

He winced and grunted as the false skin on his hand skin was burned off, showing his right terminator hand.

John Connor was targeted by the T-800 as it got closer and Marcus grabbed it, tossing it against the magna area.

Marcus smashed a metal pole against the T-RIPs head as the T-800 grabs a cinder block, inching closer to Marcus. He’s thrown again as the T-RIP inches toward Marcus.

John placed a bomb on the walls of Skynet while the T-RIP keeps smashing the concrete block into Marcus’s body and he grits his teeth.

Marcus had to buy John and the others more time.

He grit his teeth and kept moving, trying to push back against the Cinder block the terminator was smashing against his weak spot.

T-RIP

Marcus: Weak point (Heart)

It smashes a fist against Marcus’s heart and he falls.


Marcus: Terminated

(or is he?)


John is still traveling around trying to do things but the Terminator is now crawling up on him slowly.

Everyone else (in the copter, Gear’s group)

Prisoners ran in the coppers, Blair was in a copter and Kate as Kyle and star was out of there.

Kyle yelled to the others, and the space marines “JOHN CONNOR’S STILL IN THERE!”

“YOU GOTTA GET HIM OUT!”


John rolls over the side of the area to get his gun down below but hurts his arm in the process as the terminator gets closer.

John has the scars from the terminator already as he stares at the others “Here’s your chance to shine! Hurry! Give me time so I can revive Marcus!”

Marcus Wright ( darkred ), Rin Kagamie ( Necessity4Fun ), and Lazarus Huang ( QizPizza )
Mentions: Terminator Group ( GearBlade654 ), ( FactionGuerrilla ), ( Caffeine Freak ), ( FactionParadox ), and Meiya ( Gundam Watcher 27 ).

 

[FactionGuerrilla]

• Arthur Morgan
• Appsro
• Neebs/Doraleous

• 
  
  
  
  As Arthur cleared out the entire street of alien monsters, he kinda had to give credit to the she-assassin. She gave him the air of someone who was entirely professional, but not brutally crazy like the Pinkertons' Agent Milton. Whatever the case, she could certainly shoot- but the fact that she was taking the situation lightly kind of irritated him. Regardless of the threat level, Morgan always made sure he was armed to the teeth and ready for a battle. Even if this was an accidental "Code Red", he wasn't going to let his guard slip for once.
  
  Either way, the entire civilian escort squad ended up moving through the streets far quicker than the gunslinger thought they would. At the end of the street, another new figure came along to add some extra firepower to the cause. Of course, they didn't really need it considering how much of a joke the xenomorphs were turning out to be, but as Arthur felt earlier he believed it was better to be safe rather than sorry. The gunslinger once more moved to tip a hat only to realize he wasn't wearing one.
  
  Seriously, he needed to snag another hat or something so he didn't have to worry about looking like a moron without his father's old hat. Either that, or maybe he'd borrow the hat back from Rin. Nah, that second option was out of the question- he wasn't going to take his hat back from the kid, especially when he wanted it to teach her a lesson every time she looked at it. He'd told her to be true to what matters most, and that hat was just a silly thing anyways- he could snatch some poor feller's hat when he went back to being stationed on another world. Regardless, he snapped back to reality and quickly disguised his "hat tip" by rubbing his forehead, one of his LeMat revolvers still in hand.
  
  "Glad ya could come join us. I assume y'er from Team 73?" Arthur called out to the newcomer as they approached the evac ship. It was only a few feet away now, so the "disaster" was just about over- but he couldn't refrain from at least having some small talk. That, and the notion of finally meeting this fabled team kind of intrigued him.
  
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  Appsro the Engineer was still reeling quite a bit when someone finally answered him- a Native-American looking woman, to be more specific. She was right about there never being enough explosions in an apocalypse, but he was certain what wasn't right was her going completely naked before turning into a white wolf. He could only stare as she promptly let a little girl onto her back and ran off, his jaw practically dropping to the ground.
  
  "Uhh... Yeah, I guess I'm fine..." He replied about a second late from Rin's question, shaking his head and frowning as he let both of the females' words sink in. He'd seen a lot of weird surprises, but this definitely took the cake. But that wasn't the only bombshell that smacked him right in the face- quite literally, in fact.
  
  He walked outside to see the ridiculous explosion that turned out to be the Resistance's submarine. The one with all the crazy important leaders on it. Yeah, looks like he was eating his words at the moment. Son of a God-damn asshole, me and my big mouth! The American chastised himself internally with a grimace before spotting a lot of crazy armored red Marines (though not American!) rush inside the HQ. He opened his mouth to ask what the hell was going on, but was promptly interrupted by the news that the entire resistance was mobilizing. Apparently their leader, John Connor, was in danger. Oh, and they were heading off into the belly of the beast that was a factory for Terminators. Fucking Terminators- Appsro never thought he'd be fighting cyborg robots, of all things!
  
  "Alright, fuck it! Let's move out then!" The Engineer declared, promptly hopping onto the same chopper that Blair and Kate were in. Within moments, he alongside the rest of the Resistance Force plus the Marines plus a small squad of extra forces came along to join the battle. A few minutes later, the chopper was already landed and ex-PoWs were fleeing the facility to get the hell out. Appsro? Hell no. He'd never miss a fight for his life!
  
  Either way, a guy that apparently was Kyle Reese showed up with a mute kid, and the former promptly shouted something about having to save Connor since he was still in there. The Engineer grinned- Sounded like a challenge to him!- before hopping out of the helicopter, slinging the G36C over his back before promptly pulling out his trusty favorite overpowered weapon- a USAS-12 shotgun loaded with 12 gauge fragmentation rounds.
  
  
  
  
  "Step aside, ladies- I've got this under control."​
  
  
  If one were to look into Appsro's eyes, it would seem like they had a mischievous glint in the lighting- no, a maniacal glint. The Engineer pulled the charging handle on his walking cannon before charging into the fray with a feral scream that might even rival Penelope's wolf cries. If any Terminators were to get in his way, they'd be promptly obliterated by a faceful of explosives that had the power to control day and night in his home world. And if that wasn't enough? Well, there was always the FGM-148 Javelin on his back. Surely nothing could survive an anti-tank rocket launcher straight to the face!
  
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  Honestly, Doraleous was almost certain he'd get mowed over by the giant child- though thankfully the squad moron seemed to have finally done something good for once- whether or not the Noob actually realized this was a different story. Judging by Neebs' look on his face (which was blank, to say the least) he didn't understand a single thing that had just happened. Either way, the Medic breathed a soft sigh of relief just before giving an obligatory soldier's salute towards the baker- and he kept his trap shut, just in case anything he said managed to piss the Big Badolescent off. He never knew what could happen with kids, let alone a kid who could transform into a giant angry ball and back.
  
  Meanwhile, as the Medic stood perfectly still waiting for the kid to finally sit down and devour her new cake, Neebs had promptly wandered off- With an attention span of a goldfish, who could blame him?- and eventually ended up bumping into Lyra, Onyx, and the others loitering around the cafeteria. The Noob's mouth made a perfect "o" as he looked the group up and down for about a few moments before finally saying something stupid.
  
  "Hey, nice costumes you all have! Is this, like, a convention I'm missing? Maybe a superhero-with-capes thingy?" The Support member remarked arbitrarily, the cape comment in particular going to the Hunter.
  
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[RedLight]

An unfathomable phenomena, indeed, carves its way through the universe's history. Pure horror in its tangible form, as if the prophesied End of Worlds from the faiths has finally been brought upon humanity by the those who posses divinity themselves. As a short calm passes after the storm, ANOTHER figure of a humanoid yet catches the glimpse of Morgan. While the former newcomer, from Team 73, emitted hope and strength. This entirely different entity coming from a horizon that is not so distant, blocking the sun's radiance; carrying a backpack seemingly loaded with burden; a chain mail nearing its weary point, as if it had served its wearer long enough; a crossbow in its left hand pointing at the ground solidly; a greatsword, a two-handed sword being held by a single hand -- the figure's right --, boasting a form of one which had sealed the lives of many. Covered in mixed blood, seemingly from humans and from the devil, as if it bathed in them. The sickeningly figure, despite its attributes fitting similarly to that a knight or a soldier from Medieval Europe, did not display a sense of pride nor chivalry. It reeks of despair; a completely new, different horror overshadowing the last; the figure's, a man, eyes appeared 'mirrorless' -- free from reflecting the warming light; his body flaunting tales of war, death, fury, and strife. The man is not producing any sort of movement, not even for an inch, despite his deathly, and weighted appearance. Although, right before one believes that the sight has lasted long enough, the man's body falls to the solid, cold earth. The impact that the fall caused produced a loud thump. The man fell too quickly, as if the planet's gravity had greatly elevated at a moment's notice. One may wonder what kind of mountain this man carries upon his human shoulders. This man has seen the End of Worlds. Even those who posses divinity question to themselves, "In which Abyss did this Man crawl from?"

( FactionGuerrilla Xenomorph event)

 

[Nightwisher]

• On The Ground
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  As the group approached the evacuation ship, the short female and tall male joined the group, taking up the rear for any extra covering fire the group needed. The threat seemed pretty well neutralized, since it had been isolated. It helped, of course, that their tech expert was scanning the area and telling them where any of the Xenomorphs were. It was an isolated incident. Not only just in Tokyo, but only in the surrounding blocks, so it wasn’t particularly hard to clear the area when you had the right kind of round.
  “Thirty-five,” the woman said, looking up at him. He paused for a moment and she could tell he was smiling. “Don’t fuckin-,”
  “Thirty-eight,”
  “God dammit,”
  
  A snicker came from the man walking alongside the group. “Forty-three,” he stated into the comm. A collective grown came from the two that were walking behind the group. Of course he’d beaten them. The Sniper’s helmeted gaze turned to the Cowboy as he greeted him. Then dropped the name of the Team. He stared for a moment, just a moment, not used to anyone knowing who Team 73 was. It was something they were all going to have to get used to, but none of them were going to like. “Uh, yeah.” He finally confirmed. The gunman pressed a button on the side of his helmet that retracted the visor so his face could be seen. “I’m Xander Hartnet, the chick you met was Shilo Saga, and Vincent Riggs is the other dude. You’re Arthur Morgan, right?” Xander had gone back to sweeping the area and making sure it was safe but turned his attention back to the man once he was done. He extended a hand out for the man to shake. “Nice to meet you, man. Welcome aboard the MPF.”
  
  Xander couldn’t enjoy the meeting for long, however, as a warning call came from their hacker. “Incoming to your left, possibly hostile. It's not a Xenomorph” The sniper stepped away from the group, holding his rifle up as he quickly caught sight of whoever this new person was. “Hey, welcome to the party. You’re a little late, hope you brought ice.” It wasn’t within the character Team 73 as a whole, but especially Xander, to take situations too seriously. Or more, to allow tensions to grow too quickly. Each situation was handled with care, after all they were professionals, but certain interactions were treated, especially toward each other, were treated more with a joking manner. It kept things light, easier to deal with. Shilo and Vincent stepped forward as well, spread out so all three Team members were aiming at a different part of the new comer's body. As if it was second nature, all three of them showed great trigger discipline. They weren't about to shoot a new comer without reason, there was just way too much paper work involved with that.
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  Role: Leader
  Skills: Marksmen, Close Quarter Combat, Stealth, Speed, Endurance, Gymnastics
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  Role: Co-Leader and Strategist
  Skills: Strategy, Close Quarter Combat, Strength,
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  Role: Weapons Expert
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[GearBlade654]

SPARK-001, designation Praetorian​	SPARK-002, designation Ruin​	Kostya "Deadbolt" Novikov​
Status: Minor Damage​	Status: OK​	Status: OK​
Actions: Evacuating​	Actions: Evacuating​	Actions: Evacuating​
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"You speak like I don't want to be here! Let me correct that!"
Julian chuckled as he leveled his Elerium Phase-Cannon into the air. Within seconds, more red plasma scorched the air, and within seconds more of the Vultures fell dead. The last one went down, also headless from a well-placed gauss rifle shot.
Novikov took note of the new knight figure ( RedLight ) coming on in. The Xenomorphs were proving to be nowhere near deadly in an open field like this. They might be a danger in CQC, but definitely not here. Novikov keyed in to private comms.
"Anyone know if this guy is hostile or not? I honestly can't tell without taking my eyes off these Vultures."

Praetorian and Julian, in the meanwhile, began falling back as the civilians were clear of the area. Both SPARKs ran backwards towards the evacuation ship, plasma still screeching as they flew towards their targets, before both SPARKs turned and ran for it, their mission complete. Novikov also turned to leave, ready to bail. However, Novikov quickly keyed in to Sage's ( Necessity4Fun ) comms.
"The civvies are out, kid. Let's bail, our work is done."
The sharpshooter begun falling back, mag pistol blazing away.
"C'mon, you want some more?! I got plenty more to spare, you alien freaks!"​

 

[Ghostly Phantom]

Onyx looked at the offered hand, and slowly took it, barely touching it before she dropped her arm. "I'm Onyx." As the girl's stomach grumbled, she stepped aside. "It's fine. Not like you can control it."

As a second person approaches, she groaned softly. She *really* wanted to fight, and was about to punch her way out of the cafeteria. As it was, her wings were vibrating so much, one would think she was a humming bird. At the superhero comment, she glanced down at her ratty jeans and bare feet. She shrugged. "Maybe they are, but I don't do underwear over tights."
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[CocoaMarshmallow]

Eric

Undergoing treatment for my illness hasn't been fun. Today at the base's science lab has been nothing but 'remember to come back in four hours,' variations of 'your intestines still look like rotten spaghetti,' and pictures of said rotten spaghetti. The doctors were nice enough to show me, at least.

'That's the Flood... and SCP-610 infection...' I pointed out.

'We've also found traces of the T-Virus, Element 115, Las Plagas, Green Flu...' the doctors continued on. 'You're lucky to be alive. All of the viruses and parasites are eating at one another, effectively containing each other inside your body. If we didn't find you sooner, you'd have been dead in a couple more weeks.'

That's an understatement... I thought to myself. But hey, at least I'm not contagious.

Thinking that it's high time to have fun after that discovery, I figure that today would be a great day to take it easy, maybe go out with some people, spar a little bit, go down to the garage, practice some drawing in my room; you get the idea. Now here's where things get difficult: deciding what to do first.

I watch people pass by me as I wander the halls of The Cape, taking a few extra glances to peek inside some of the main rooms and see what everyone else is doing. Playing video games in the recreational room sounds fun, although it's a little too packed right now for my taste. Folks are all over the PCs right now. Hm- now that I think about it, ever since the guys at the lab injected me with what they called a 'temporary treatment,' I've been feeling a lot better, like I don't want to puke with every step I take. I could test out how my abilities are coming along at the training room... yeah... yeah, that sounds like a good idea. But first, I should make a trip to the armoury, make sure I have a backup weapon to train with in case I utterly embarrass myself trying to shoot fireballs.

I walk into the armoury not a minute later and look around, finding a few others here. "Hey guys," I smile to them before going over to one of the weapon racks to inspect a knife that's caught my eye.

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[RedLight]

As time passes by in the realm of the unconscious, the unknightly figure softly releases his weapons -- a proper hand crossbow and an unpleasant greatsword --, from his powerful grips. Still laid on the cold ground, in a land unparalleled to the knight's features. Goddess Life has yet to release this man from his torture; as he slowly streams away from his dream,

his tearing arms begin to produce movement,
placing both of his bloodied palms onto the unfamiliar earth,
pressing them onto the ground.

The golden gates are still distant; those who posses divinity have yet to shower him a cupful of pain.

Chains from the fragile human's mail swaying along its wearer's movements, as if chanting their own battle cry. The man cursed by his own demons, as all beings with a soul are -- perhaps this particular one was cursed by the actual devil himself --, he carries the mountain that was formerly placed upon his weak body.

Goddess Life has yet to pass this man to her Angel, Death. For once more, the rising sun's glory gets blocked by an unsightly creature -- indeed, a fitting word to describe an entity on a par with the dragon. For once more, a husk of a human, a still statue reeks of despair. Not an inch of movement. But a sealed stare, a gate towards the Abyss, fixated upon the Sniper-- no, upon a three-man squad. From eyes where light cannot reflect its grace; from eyes where souls do not wish to take refuge.

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