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The students should have all felt it as they were transported across the dimensions. Like a deep pull in the middle of their chest, followed by a lurching slide to the left, the dimensional shift transported the group to an arena like in Ancient Roman times. They were arranged about a raised stage, George the Sentinel in the back of the group, Waya front and center with the Twins to her right, Rhydian and Junior to her left. Jeremy and Eliza was beside the Twins, with Phinagin and Maribel at the opposite side along with Rhydian and Junior. All of them were in their X-suits, even George had a matching paintjob of the school's traditional blue and gold, a large red X emblazoned upon his chest plate. Before they could even be given a chance to breathe, the crowd erupted with an enthusiastic roar as they recognized the colors and emblems of the legendary X-men.
A circular platform slowly lowered from the ceiling as the teenagers tried to get their bearings. A loud and booming voice shouted, "Ladies and Gentlemen! It's that time of year again! That's right, boys and girls! It's time for Mojo's X-Mas X-travaganza!" Fireworks erupted from all around the arena as the sound of the show's title. "Now put your hands, tentacles, flippers, whatevers together for the stars of our show! Returning for the first time in ages, those incorrigible heroes from Earth, the Children of the Atom, the Uncanny, the Astonishing, the one and only...The X-MEN!!!" The podium pivots and a great oily, yellow arm slakes out to gesture at the children as Mojo's eyes take them in for the first time. The monstrous girth of a creature's jaw drops open and he flails his arms up.
"HOLD IT! CUT! Spiral? SPIRAL?! Who are these..these....children?" He stammered through the last word as if it were the foulest ever written. He skittered off the podium and moved to examine the young mutants. "These aren't the X-men! Where's...oh what's his name?! With the lasers...." He motioned towards his eyes as he described Cyclops. "And that little hairy grumpy man with the spikes?" Wolverine. He moved through the students on his spindly spider-like legs. He paused at Waya and admired her sickeningly. He made the hourglass hand gestures and smacked his lips. "She certainly fits the build...but she's a far cry from that gorgeous weather woman, or the fiery haired babe..." Storm and Phoenix. His eyes settled on the large and imposing robot in the back. "And WHAT is that??" He whirled about and turned to face Spiral. "I told you to bring me the X-Men!!!"
Waya had very nearly managed to envelop the group with shadows before the transportation
. Her telepathy being limited as it was hadn't given her enough warning that something had been coming and she hadn't had time to manage. For a moment she thought that maybe she'd been knocked unconscious by something or that Rex had returned for some more of what he considered fun. She had a mini panic attack at that thought before she realized that she'd read about that yellow thing. Her neural implant immediately began to inform her that she was right. Mojo, a very old foe of the original X-class had apparently just kidnapped them. The only thing she could say was, "Fuck..."
Junior had phased instinctively and once the smoke of their transport cleared he began slipping through the floor. He righted himself, dropping to one knee as he came back up from the floor. Like Waya his neural implant was giving him a crash course of what had just happened to them.
Maribel, still the most uneasy in situations like this, started to go into a panic. Her arms and knees were shaking and she had been hyperventilating all through the transport. She could feel the spinnerets at her fingertips engorge, eager to protect their keeper. She had no idea where she was, who was talking... or even what was going on. Her eyes were still slowly adjusting to the violent beams of light that shined down upon them. As the neural inhibitor in her temple started to relay information on who this alien was, Maribel grew sick to her stomach, almost ready to faint.
The twins knew right away, along with the other original x-students. "Stay together, everyone!" Jayden shouted, though still trying to gain his bearings from their extensive trip here.
"To think today had brought so much promise." Jaden said sadly.
Eliza got her bearings quickly, and the only reason she paused before reacting to Mojo was that she'd just practically set her neural chip on record. Dimension skipping? She wanted to get that on record as much as possible; she did NOT want to miss that opportunity. With that done Eliza turned to the other pressing matter. Mojo. And to this end Eliza, with her incredible extending prowess, managed to prove once and for all that there was a middle finger big enough to display just how annoying Mojo was. "We're all that's left," she yelled out as she waved the defiant hand at Mojo "Our parents are gone."
Jeremy got the information quickly, but he didn't understand where they were or what was going on. Who was Mojo really? Why were they brought here? Was Eliza really flipping off this guy? Maribel looked ready to faint, so one arm was around her shoulders before she could cave over. "Stay focused Maribel," he said softly to her, trying to keep her steady "No time to collapse."
"I hate this color..." was George's only response to the entire thing happening, having taken in every action in a split second, processed it, and deciding that the 'traditional' paint job was the worst thing that could happen to him for quite some time.
Phinagin, never having traveled through dimensions before, aside from what Waya used to teleport them, fell to the ground and puked. "Oh, son-of-a-bitch." he murmured as he wiped the remnants of breakfast from his lips. He didn't know what was going on or who this man was till the chip in his head filled him in.
"Oh....this is going to be interesting." Rhydian said aloud as he shook his head. The dimensional shift was certainly something that needed getting used to. He looked around at the others, seems they were all taken, and changed clothes as well... "Everyone alright?"
Mojo whirled around when Eliza shouted at him. He steepled his greedy fingers and sneered. "All that's left, you say?" His enormous tongue snaked out and licked his thin lips. He rubbed his greasy palms together and smiled deviously. "Limited editions..."
"We're not playing pay per view for your entertainment Mojo!" Waya shouted at him. She may have never met him, but she'd heard plenty and her implant filled in the rest.
"You tell him Waya." Junior said, backing her up. "We'll tear this place a part dick weed!" He shouted at Mojo. "You might as well let us go now!"
"We'll crush your body under it's own weight!" Jayden threatened. He and his twin stood there, ready and eager to do just that while they had the chance. From what they heard, Mojo was a sneaky fellow and they had to keep their wits about them.
Maribel's eyes fluttered back as her knees started to give way, putting most of her weight into Jeremy's arms. She wasn't ready for this. Not yet. Maribel had been through several danger room sessions since their last trip off of Earth... and remarkably, she had improved with flying colors. However, she knew that was pretend and she had no idea where she was or who this grotesque blob was. All this change so fast was too much for the poor French girl.
Mojo snapped his fingers and the Twins soared skyward with such a suddenness that they'd more than likely pass out from the rush. He simply grinned at the taunts of the young students. "You're all in MY world now! You'll play whatever scene I put you in kiddies!" His eyes lit up at that word. "That's it! The X-Kiddies!"
Phinagin stayed quiet, he figured from what the implant told him that any struggle they put up would do little to no good and may even have the opposite effect they were looking for.
Eliza's hand snapped up, huge, catching the twins like a baseball glove cradling a ball and trying to draw them back down to the floor without harming them. Most of her training involved suddenly extending herself out to either hit a specific target or catch something going at high speeds, so that was hardly a challenge.
George was looking around at Mojo, staying silent for now. A set of lights suddenly came out from George's eyes, starting to scan Mojo quickly. He was looking for any information on this strange... creature.
Jeremy almost yelped as the twins were thrown up into the air, but he didn't move away from Maribel. The girl needed someone here right now. Her world was probably three ways sideways at the moment, and Jeremy didn't want to draw attention to himself either.
Waya's eyes followed the tiwns up and for a moment she felt tightness grip her chest as she imagined them falling back to earth with a splat. Then of course she remembered their ability to manipulate gravity and didn't give the idea a second thought, then Eliza caught them and it no longer mattered any way. She frowned when Mojo called them the X-Kiddies and telepathically asked Rhydian You think you can tear that chair thing out from under him when it's not moving? If we can distract him long enough maybe we can cause enough of a racket to get away long enough to formulate a plan.
When is it not moving? Rhydian thought, hoping she would pick it up. From all the files he'd absorbed through the chip, Mojo never seemed to sit still at all...
The twins hadn't expected that and let out a small yelp when it occurred. Thankfully, Eliza was able to catch them before they descended downward. As the hand brought them to the floor, they said, "Thanks babe." in sync and drew their attention back to the enormous greenish yellow blob. "Is there a reason we haven't attacked this guy yet?" Jaden asked, looking at the group.
"If you wanna test that force field be my guest." Junior told the twins. The field wasn't at all visible, but Junior could sense it. Not only that but the energy from the excited crowd was bringing out white threads of light in his hair.
Maribel shook her head and started to snap out of initial shock. She regained control of her legs and stood, giving Jeremy a thankful nod. The spider girl knew she had to get her head in the game.
Eliza took a deep breath, glaring at Mojo before reaching out carefully, making her hand a lot larger and prodding at the spineless one. Junior had mentioned a force-field, and with a hand this large the most she could possibly receive was a bit of burnt flesh. She just wondered where the force-field was, and how well it stood up against her finger.
Mojo whirled around when Eliza's finger prodded his forcefield. The smile slid across his face as the tip of her finger became singed from his power. He held up a forefinger and shook it gently. "Tut tut tut. I wouldn't do that if I were you." His vast arms threw outwards and he whirled around on his robotic leggings. "Look around you X-kiddies! This is MY show! And you are only the gueststars. Maybe it's about time for you to meet the real stars? Or maybe...we should keep that for a little later..."
"Hmmmm..." Eliza said with a huff, pulling her hand back and gazing at the burnt skin on her finger tip. "I might be able to hold that protection long enough in my bare hands that I could throw Mojo straight into the roof... once..." she said with a soft sniff "Then the twins might be able to do their stuff."
Just try. Waya told Rhydian. To Liz she said don't burn yourself, I might be able to teleport behind the thing. But if we don't do it at the right time we're fucked.
"Do you all really think that anything we do will defeat him?" Phinagin asked, "I mean, if it was possible then don't you think people would have done it by now?"
"Well... we do have a sentinel now..." Jeremy said softly, turning and gazing at George "I'm pretty sure Mojo's never faced against one of those before..." Maybe George could be of some help here.
"So true kiddies! I've never fought a sentinel before." Mojo agreed with Jeremy and with a wave of his hand 3 giant Mark IV Sentinels appeared in the arena. "I have my own to fight for me!"
"MUTANT LIFE FORMS DETECTED. OBJECTIVE - EXTERMINATE." The Sentinels stated as they came online.
"Damn!" Phinagin said as he activated his mutation. He did what he did back on the Asteroid M and covered himself in bone armor, while sprouting a shield on his left arm and a large spiked club for his right hand. The only exception is that the shield was much larger and was only a foot away from being similar to a tower shield.
Seeing the sentinels there was only one thing that Waya could say and that was, "Shit..." Though she found that she wasn't currently as afraid of them as she would have been.
Junior narrowed his eyes. Sentinels weren't exactly his specialty, but if he could get close enough he could disable every one of them with a simple phase. Considering they probably see his heat signature, he actively phased and went into camo-mode.
"Should we divy up who wants which one?" asked Jayden, sounding a bit cocky all of a sudden. They were trained for this stuff...it should be a cinch.
Eliza grunted, taking a few steps away from her friends before starting to grow in size; one thing about sentinels, size was very important to them. If you made them smaller, or about your own size, they turned out to be pretty weak. So she was growing big right now.
Jeremy let out a small groaning noise at the sight of the sentinels. "Ummm... Maribel? Would you be able to protect my body somehow? I don't want to get... squished in the fight." Because he died to use his power he was worried that he might just get stood on by one of these things.
George seemed to bristle at the sight of his fellow Sentinels. He cast a glance up towards Mojo before stepping forward, trying to single himself out in the group as the biggest threat here. "Damn slave driver," he hissed under his breath, "I won't let you use my kind."
Maribel looked at Jeremy with a worried expression, but nodded, hoping she would be able to. With things unfolding, she pointed at the ground for him to lie down.
"Awwwww how cute! Your pet robot has an attitude!" Mojo roared with laughter as George spoke up. His own Sentinels raised their hands and the diodes in their palms started to glow. "I will use anything and anyone I want! Including you X-kiddies!"
Maribel immediately regretted that decision and backed up. There was no way she could protect Jeremy. He was going to have to simply not use his mutation for now. Thing was, although useful in some circumstances, perhaps Jeremy never realized how much of a burden his body was to take care of.
"Ah... damn..." Jeremy hissed as he looked around at the glowing palms of the sentinels "No where to hide... it's okay Maribel. I'll... think of something." He was going to be useless in this fight without protection. Thing is, if he had protection he could probably take out Mojo no problem.
George sighed and flipped his hands open; inside a series of tools and a rather viscous looking Gatling-gun glinted in the artificial light. He still had a few tools left over, he was a sentinel after all. Without waiting for any instructions he opened fire, standing far enough away that he might draw the sentinel's fire from the group.
Seeing George take action, Phinagin did as well. He charged towards the enemy sentinels, trying to close the distance before they opened fire.
Junior, invisible and undetected had made his way to the nearest one and began phasing upward, through the places they had been trained to target in the event of a sentinel attack. This was one instance in which he was glad his phasing ability didn't at all work well with electronics.
Waya levitated, moved from her current location and sought out the shadows in the room. With such a large crowd and with the lights shining down on them there was a great surplus to choose from.
"Or you know... ignore everything I say and jump into the fight like a bunch of cowboy heathens." Jaden crossed his arms and scowled a bit.
"Oh lighten up, bro... come on before they are all gone!" encouraged Jayden and the two hurried after the others.
Mojo laughed with glee and spun his way up to his podium once more, rocketing it upwards to better watch the show.
The Sentinels were blasted backward by both George and Phinagin's assault, the one that Junior crawled inside twitched and spasmed as it stumbled backward, sparks flying from its joints. Their attacks were negated by the assault from the x-students.
Rhydian looked around desperately, he knew what he assignment was, but he didn't see any way of using Mojo's cybernetics against him, they simply weren't inanimate for any amount of time.
George was keeping track of his shots, counting them, going for eye inputs, where the main mother boards might be, trying to do damage but not completely destroy his brethren. He just couldn't think of killing them... he knew it would happen, the others would, but he couldn't,
Eliza, who was just slightly bigger than a sentinel now and squeezing a fist in indignation, was waiting for the first assault to stop. She would go in there and take the little buggers to pieces with her bare hands. It wasn't a good idea to get in the way of the others though. Eliza was more a backup plan.
Junior reached the head of the sentinel he was attacking and made damn sure to phase through the main processor.
Waya wasn't particularly good against sentinels, but she was good at opening rifts between the shadow realm. She opened a fissure beneath the sentinel that Junior had taken out and another above it, causing the thing to fall endlessly between the two, gaining speed. She then teleported Junior from the sentinal and realigned her "portals" to coincide with one of the attacking sentinals, sending it's dead brother into a "living" one at a great speed.
A small whining noise came from George at that collision. He visibly winced as he gazed down at the mangled remains. "Less... messy... please?" he said, though rather quietly, as if afraid to draw attention to the fact he wasn't happy with the sentinels being mangled.
It was then that the third and last sentinel began to twitch. It's chest cavity contracted into itself, sending a wave of sparks and static outward around it's person. The sound of metal shrieking and warping echoed in the arena as it's legs and face bent inward into itself. The robot looked like a can that was being crushed from wave after wave of dense gravitational force from the twins, who were standing several yards away in safety.
Mojo looked down on the mutant teenagers and covered his mouth as he yawned dramatically. The podium lowered ever so slightly so that they might hear him better. "Oh, big deal X-kiddies! So you destroyed a few sentinels. Do you feel better about yourselves now?" His face grew a very cruel and sinister smile as he looked down on them. He steepled his fingers and sneered, "What if they were like your pet Sentinel there? Would you feel bad killing sentient Sentinels?"
The ground shook violently as the floor of the arena split open. Great torrents of sand plummeted into the crevice as a platform slowly rose up from below. Mojo cackled hysterically, whizzing around the arena on his gravity-defying podium. "That's correct, ladies and gentlemen! You asked for them by name! Demanded their reappearance on our stage! Now, MOJO, is proud to welcome back to the arena 'The Prime Sentinels!'"
As the platform riveted into place, the audience collectively gasped and then erupted with applause when they saw the 5 men and women chained to the floor. They knew what was about to happen. Nobody likes reruns, but then again...no two action scenes are ever the same.
"No." George said flatly to Mojo, not sounding as if he had to think about this "They would find no issue with destroying sentient sentinels." Then he cocked his gun again, aiming it towards the people who had emerged and were chained down. It would be nice to have some company though. he thought, wondering just how many sentient sentinels were out there.
Another "Shit." came from Waya as she saw them appear. She could probably disconnect them from the trigger that would make them sentinels, but not without lobotomizing them. She wasn't that good of a telepath.
"I got this." Junior said, rushing forward, engaging his invisibility again. All he need do was phase through them to render the electronic components inside the people inactive.
"I can help with this one." Jeremy said gently, kneeling down on the floor and closing his eyes "I'll be back before I'm a nuisance." And with that he died. His ghostly form floated, just as invisible, straight towards the robot sentinels. He could attempt to possess their sentinel side and shut it down.
Phinagin wasn't quite sure what to do. He didn't have much experience with sentinels and was unsure of how to attack. Finally setting his mind to action, he charged them the way he did the others and brought his heavy bone mace down to crush one.
"Oh you think so do you?" Mojo asked in response to Junior's statement. He pressed a button on his podium and an electrical field hummed to life around the Primes. Nothing was going to phase through that without some serious pain on their part.
"Primes....shit..." Rhydian said quietly, he never liked the Prime Sentinel programs in the training sims. He didn't know how the others felt about them, but they were still people underneath all the Sentinel armor. Right now they were just victims of Mojo's cruelty though. They were just people!
"Mutant attack imminent. Defensive precautions activate." The captives stated in a strangely unified computerized tone. The men and women cried out as the Sentinel programming kicked into effect. The metallic pink armor burst from their flesh, turning their cries into shouts of agony as they pitched forward against the chains. The chains would only come lose when the transformation was complete.
Jeremy let out a small hum that only he could hear as he ran across the wall of power. He swirled in mid air, then as the screams began to ring out he dove under the floor. He would see just how far this forcefield went. He would slip past it somehow. He wasn't even sure if he could get hurt touching it, but he didn't want to find out.
Sharing their mother's immense empathy, the twins shouted, "Just disable them!" over the roaring crowds. Judging by the screaming victims, they surely wanted no part in this just as much as the x-men did.
Maribel gasped when Jeremy collapsed to the ground. Her type wasn't good in situations like this. With an arachnid-like mutation, she was best suited for traps and sneak attacks. Brute force was not a strong point of the young, French violinist. She stayed behind, still standing on the platform they arrived on, feeling out of place and rather insecure.
Junior and Jeremy seemed to have the same thing in mind. Junior phased, going deep into the ground in an attempt to travel beneath the field rather than through it.
Maribel... Waya asked, hoping telepathic communication wasn't too jaring to the young girl. You think you can use your webbing to trap some of those primes?
Maribel gasped slightly from the voice in her head. Realizing it was only Waya, she signed in her head, 'I don't know...' She looked around quickly. The arena didn't really leave her much cover, 'I have nothing to work with.' she signed mentally, quite insecure about her abilities...especially when someone else put trust in them. 'I can try'
The man Phinagin was attempting to crush, reached up, his arm tearing up through the chain that kept him stationary to the platform. His clothing changed from the raggedy clothing to a sheen metallic black suit with a few golden strips along his side and shoulder. The armor encased hand closed around the boy's bone club and splintered it in it's grasp. "Calcium manipulation identified. Mutation rendered - useless." The Prime Sentinel turned its cold calculating gaze to the boy holding the shattered end of the mace. "Surrender, mutant."
Phinagin grimaced, before letting go of his mace. Instead he swung around and delivered a kick to the sentinels chest that he hoped would sent it back and give him more room to get away and regroup.
Jeremy slid upwards, heading into the enemy, trying to possess the electronics, shut down the sentinel part. He just needed to help the human part take over, that should be easy.
George seemed to let out a small whine as he observed the valiant attempts of the others to incapacitate more than destroy. It made him rather... depressed, honestly. They'd crushed the other sentinels like they were nothing. Now these... He gazed down at his gun, slowly starting to close it up again.
Junior, like Jeremy managed to phase beneath the cover of the shield and came up on the other side. His skin prickled with the energy from the electronic field and lunged, leaping for the closest prime with the intention of phasing right through them and hopefully saving the poor person.
Maribel immediately set to work making a trap and laying it flat on the ground. She planted some hidden triggers near their platform and the left arena wall. Not being one to draw attention to herself, her actions were rather masked by the chaos unfolding on the other side
The Prime that Jeremy had entered started twitching and convulsing as the boy's ectoplasmic energies merged with its systems. "Mutant energy form detected!" Its head twitched to the side spasmodically. "De..defense mode activated." Its hands slid to its side and electric energy surged from head down to toes and then back up again, continuously.
The one Junior was attempting to phase through shimmered and looked down to observe the invisible boy.
"Mutant energy detected. Molecular shifting identified. Mutation rendered - useless." A strange pink aura shimmered across her form, rippling against the clothing that had become the Sentinel's armor.
"Render this!" Junior shouted and grabbed the thing around the waist, drawing in it's energy in great gulps, drawing it away as fast as he could. If the thing had no energy to function, then it was done.
Waya, standing next to Rhydian felt pretty damn useless at the moment. We need to find a way to get into the control room or something... Cause I don't have a fucking clue what to do right now.
Like that will work Jeremy thought lazily as the electric pulse buzzed up and down the sentinel's body I'm inside you already. And dead. What exactly are you going to do with that? Inside the sentinel systems, Jeremy was routing around. It was like looking in a person's brain, but a lot more organized actually.
The control room is Spiral's domain, her own special pocket within the dimension. No way in without her. Rhydian thought, knowing Waya was listening. Besides, the Primes are real, they're not simulation like the basic layout of this place. The sand is even real. Makes for better ratings I guess... A smile crossed his face as his powers grabbed a hold of something finally.
The twins shuffled on both sides of Rhydian and Waya. "Is there a reason you two are standing there like idiots?" asked Jayden rudely. They had no idea the two were chatting, but it appeared awfully stupid from their perspective.
"Even Frenchie over there is moving around in that corner back there." Jaden mentioned. "Though I have no idea why...guess she finally lost it."
"They're trying to think of a way to take down the sentinels without hurting them," Eliza said, occasionally placing a massive hand down in front of a sentinel in order to block it's view, or even an occasional shot, "Give them time. The only reason I haven't crushed anything is because I don't want to hurt them."
Junior's Prime slumped as its energy was siphoned from it. Its head twitched oddly to the side as the energy field around it dissipated. "External power drain identified....compensating....." The computerized voice was slower than it had been previously.
Jeremy's Prime convulsed as the spectral boy possessed it. "Warning! This unit has been compromised!" The electrical current traveling along its body intensified, the air around it sparking with energy.
Phinagin's Prime tossed the bone mace aside and caught the boy's leg as he kicked at his chest. "Calcium manipulation has been rendered obsolete. You will submit to the Prime, mutant." It declared easily as it grasped Phinagin's ankle tightly in his hand.
The remaining two Primes turned their collective attention towards the oversized Eliza. "Molecular manipulation analyzed." Together, they brought their hands up and shot the giantess with a beam from each palm. "Pym Particle beams render mutation insufficient. You will submit to the Prime, mutant." As soon as the particle beams connected with Eliza's enlarged state, she shrank back down to human size.
Rhydian closed his eyes as he felt his powers connect. A grin crossed his face as he clenched his fists and one of the fallen Mark IV Sentinels repeated the motion.
Junior began to grit his teeth. His hair was white and glowing and he was sucking every last bit of energy from the thing as fast as he could. As the moments passed he wasn't able to contain it and around his arms began to trail white wisps of light. He needed somewhere to channel all this energy to, but he couldn't yet till he knew the thing was perfectly dead. He didn't want it's batteries recharging half way through the fight.
Waya was tired of standing around doing nothing and decided to go to Eliza's aid. Seeing her beginning to shrink Waya opened a portal to the shadow realm between them and Liz, taking the brunt of their attack.
These two mini sentinels would be cake. The twins used their powers together and the robots were forced down against the ground, behind held down by their own weight. This not only stopped them from attacking, but it also prevented the humans inside from getting injured.
"Submit to this." Phinagin said as he shot bone spikes out of his ankle into the prime's hand. He knew that wouldn't do much, but hopefully it would hold the Prime to him as he then attempted to swing the prime around to smash it into the ground.
Maribel was on the other end of the arena, completely alone and by herself. She stood there, unsure and uneasy about this whole situation. Her gaze shifted from her friends and the sentinels toward the large creature in the robotic chair, curious about him. For now though, she stayed out of the way and silent...not that she had a choice.
Eliza didn't scream, but as she was hit by the lazers she made a lunging motion, as if to knock the two sentinels out. She groaned as she hit the floor, just a bit too short, landing with a thud and pushing herself up quickly. At least it wasn't a deadly attack. And she continued her charge across the ground. She could try to punch them out at normal size after all.
Jeremy shook his head, saying very gently into the robotic interfaces "Well I can't leave now can I? The moment I try the field of electricity is going to shock me back into here." It was acting rather dumb it seems, trapping him in there rather than actually getting him out.
George was looking rather... upset right now. He wasn't aiming at anything, and seemed as if he'd been thinking for a while. After he was done, he darted in front of the Prime that Junior was inside, and stuck both hands up in a sign of surrender. "Alright, I give up," he said with a shrug, gazing at the other Sentinel "Now what?"
The two Primes groaned as they were forced downward. Their eyes did not dim as the twins held them in place with their gravitational abilities. Their bodies hummed with energy as they adapted just as their brethren had. "Localized gravitational manipulation analyzed." They spoke in perfect unison, then brought their hands up and turned to look directly at the twins. "Anti-gravity generators initiated. Mutation rendered ineffective. You will submit to the Primes."
There was a brief flash of pain on the Prime's face when the bone spikes penetrated the weak flesh of his hands. "Structural integrity compromised!" The Prime gritted its teeth and its head tilted to the side, "Direct mutational analysis activated. Calcium deposits identified, applying acidic solution." The acidic solution poured through the wounds on the Prime's hand and flowed out around the bone spikes, eating at the calcium quickly.
Mojo looked down from his podium at the little insect girl scurrying around the arena. He wasn't quite sure what to make of her just yet. Her powers hadn't been on his original roster, none of them had for that matter. He was quite upset with Spiral over this pitiful assembly of "X-men"
"Anti-virus nanites activated. You will be eliminated." Jeremy's Prime declared, despite its awkward twitching. The electrical field did not dissipate, nor did it continue to increase any further. It simply stood there, twitching and convulsing as the current surged up and down its body.
The Prime looked at George curiously as Junior continued to pump energy from him. She held her hand out to the Sentinel with the odd colors. "External power drain...give us your energy brother..."
Rhydian spread his legs and stretched his arms as one of the Mark IV Sentinels climbed to it's feet. It's head was dented horribly, and one of the arms hung rather limp at its side. It wasn't about to do any serious fighting, but then again, he didn't really need it to either.
"I don't have enough power for myself," George admitted, not moving his hands from the giving up position "I can't share it with you. It would kill me as well."
Jeremy simply let out a small tutting noise and sighed I'm not inside you you dolt, he muttered to himself, still messing about with the power switches inside of the prime's head, probably causing it to stutter and falter as he messed around I am you. The only way to harm me is to harm your own systems. That's why the shocks aren't working. Now stay still and maybe I'll play nice.
"Oh boy..." the twins said together. "I think we need a new approach, guys!" They really weren't sure how hypnotism would work...but doubted it would be helpful against these guys.
"Crap." Phinagin thought as his bones spikes were dissolved into nothing. At least he knew that he could hurt the thing. He sprouted spikes from his fists and feet and came at the sentinel like a brawler swinging fists and feet with his enhanced strength.
"D-doesn't matter... anyway..." Junior groaned, feeling the last ebbs of the prime's energy flowing out from him like feeling a garden hose fill up with water. When the last of it hit Junior, he released the "dead" sentinel and staggered back, positively glowing with the energy his body was unable to contain. He looked at George, not having expected SO MUCH to have come from only one prime. "I... I don't know what to do with it..." He had to get rid of it. He had to do it now before it escaped his grasp on it's own and became much more of a problem than the primes themselves.
"Fuck that noise." Waya told the primes from several yards behind the twins. It was an old saying but she often used such slang from before she was born. She reached forward, taking her shadow, the twin's, the rest of her teams and even several from the crowd till she had enough. The shadows formed around her, changing shape until it crafted a very large, translucent black, bull African elephant. A shape so large couldn't be controlled from the outside, so true to her original call sigh she had shadow shifted into the elephant. From within the translucent blackness she charged, intent on trampling the two sentinels to smithereens.
The electrified Prime turned slowly, gazing around the battlefield, searching for something to turn the tables on this interference in it's processors. It's souless eyes fell upon a slightly crumpled form laying in the sand. A quick scan with it's optical sensors confirmed its suspicions. "Mutant identity confirmed." Its head twitched as it shakily stalked towards the fallen body of Jeremy.
The Prime studied the boy's movements as he approached him with fists and feet encased in bone spikes. He could tell that the child had training in the art. "Download complete." He stated in that inhumane computerized voice. Smoothly, he brought his hands up before him in a simple defense pose. The Sentinel's skin shimmered with pink energy as the armor extended up over his wrists and encased his fists the Sentinel pink metal.
The drained Prime groaned mechanically as she dropped to her knees before George, hand still outstretched. Her lips moved inaudibly, having lost sufficient power to even speak. Her face hit the ground with a soft thud, sending a small poof of dust upwards. The Sentinel armor began to shrink back from the flesh of the poor girl underneath.
The two Primes blinked as the enormous black elephant charged at them. Their processors worked faster than standard Sentinels thanks to the human brain, but even they were no fast enough to think up a countermeasure to an attack style they had not yet encountered in the field. They shielded their faces as the massive black feet thundered down upon them, their weak human bodies turning to jelly beneath the crushing force of the elephant. Upon their termination, the Sentinel armor receded into the remains of their human hosts.
Rhydian moved the Sentinel as a puppeteer moves their marionettes. His hands were outstretched before him. The Sentinel mimicking the motions of his fingers. The others had the Primes under control, he knew it without even glancing at them. Waya wanted a way into the control room. To do that, they needed Spiral. The problem with that was, she was already in the control room, but Mojo wasn't.
The twins were frozen, staring wide eyed at what Waya had done....and completely without remorse. Those poor civilians under the sentinal armor were completely squished. Their blood and bodily juices splattered outward and stained the arena floor like a waterballoon. "How could she just kill those people?! Those HUMANS?! The boys stood there in shock, their mouths partially agape and a queasiness rising in their stomachs.
The elephant dissipated, it's shadows returning to where they belonged and Waya stumbled to a stop, obviously breathless. Shadow shifting was her prime and most basic ability, still, elephants were large and in order to make one right, it took a lot of concentration. It was dangerous doing something that so readily weakened her, but so long as she could go without being attacked for a few moments, she was fine. A bead of sweat ran down her cheek and she fought the urge to slump to one knee. The twins were wrong about her feeling no remorse for the two people she had just killed. They after all didn't hear what was left of their humanity scream out in her head as their skulls were crushed. It came down to one thing. Who did Waya prefer to protect right now? Two poor humans who couldn't help the torture that had been inflicted upon them by Mojo? Or her family? She might not be related to the twins, Rhydian, Junior and Eliza by blood, but they were her family. Not only that but she also had a responsibility as team captain to protect Jeremy, Maribel and Phinagin. They wouldn't be the first people she killed to protect her people and they wouldn't be the last. She'd done it as efficiently as she could too. At least she didn't toss them in the shadow realm where they'd have been forced to try and survive the incomparable hostile environment inside.
George reached towards Junior with a careful hand "Here, give the energy to me. I'll use it up faster than you can." He was glad this Prime had been dropped without being smeared across the sand. He had heard the crunch of... Waya. He had trembled slightly when she had charged, remembering how she had ripped him... but no, that wasn't important right now. He had to drain Junior of energy and use it... somehow.
Jeremy let out a small growl under his breath and... well, he got angry. FINE! he said, as the sentinel began to feel the boy tearing chunks out of it's central processing, erasing code and deleting processes I WON'T do it gently. Jeremy was tearing the sentinel apart from the inside. He just hoped it didn't kill the person.
Maribel stayed behind and out of the way. At the other end of the arena she stood, watching the chaos unfold and wishing she was more useful.
Perhaps if Junior didn't hate George with 85% of every fiber in his being, he'd have been a little careful in transferring the energy. It wasn't all his fault though, the energy was just too much. When Junior took George's hand the force of the energy was so great that he swore he heard metal on George's forearm twist and snap.
George didn't speak, because he was pretty sure he'd be screaming so loud it would blow out his speakers. He instead thrust his other hand out, and siphoned off the excess energy into a glowing ball in one hand. It was pure power, but george could control it, letting the power siphon out. If anything got hit by this it would be fried. He just wished he wasn't getting his own circuits in the middle of this, they were taking quite a beating.
Phinagin smiled under his bone helmet, "This is going to be interesting." he said as he thickened his armor by an inch and closed the distance. He wasn't sure which combat techniques the Sentinel was going to use, so when he struck, he struck fast and hard.
Naturally, the Prime felt the destruction of his comrades. He did not however spare their corpses a glance. His eyes were targeting Phinagin, assessing him. "You will submit to the Prime. You will join the collective." The mechanical voice stated coldly as it easily dodged Phinagin's strike, then brought up one of his own, underneath Phin's guard.
Jeremy's Prime shrieked in pain and clutched at its head as he started to tear away the programing code within its mind. It stumbled forward and collapsed, its body convulsing as the current continued to keep Jeremy trapped within. It wanted the boy out, but dare not allow the mutant to escape at the same time.
Rhydian looked up at the floating podium that hosted the most vile producers of all times and dimensions. The last of the Spineless Ones. He felt his powers surge to his command and sent the Sentinel up into the air, heading directly for Mojo.
"Waya!" the twins called and immediately went to her aid. She had just destroyed two primes and was standing in the midst of the fight, looking rather stiff and weak. When they arrived beside her, they asked quickly, "Are you alight!?" They both looked directly at her from both sides, avoiding the splatters of blood and ooze she had squeezed out of the human carcasses.
"I'm ok, I'm ok..." Waya said, glad that they had rushed to her aid, but sort of regretting that everyone might consider her weak.
Hearing her voice, Waya's tiredness became even more apparent. "Come on." Jayden said as they both grabbed her hands and led her away from the carnage she had created. There was no use protecting her innocence, that flower had been spoiled ages ago, but the twins didn't see it fit to let her be surrounded in the death done by her hands. They ran her out of the chaos, stopping before they got halfway to Maribel, who was still standing there, looking stupid and useless.
Don't like that? Jeremy asked, pausing of his ripping the sentinel to pieces How about I give you some messed up thoughts in return? The stream of conscious went straight into the sentinel's processing, memories, terrible ones, death, destruction, blood stains, killing, crying, not all of them were his directly, but it should be enough to corrupt the shattered files of the sentinel.
Where are the traps? Waya asked Maribel telepathically. Can you picture them in your mind so I can show the others? Waya's intention, if they received an onslaught they couldn't handle was to let everyone of their team know where Maribel had placed her traps. They could perhaps lead whatever came next into them, giving the team time to attack while their foes struggled to get free.
Maribel jumped a bit at the voice echoing in her head once more. Gulping, she glanced around the areas around her, tracing where the triggers were in her imagination. It seemed that be staying alone in the background, she had managed to hide webbed traps all around the other half of the arena. They could only be triggered with her around though.
Phinagin shifted his body enough to escape the full brunt of the attack. He still felt some of his bone armor crack as contact was made. He reacted and the impact spot sprouted bone that grasped the sentinel's fist and held it tight, he knew that this wouldn't last long, but for his plan to work it wouldn't have to. He quickly sprouted a two foot long blade and brought it down in a vicious swing aimed at the trapped arm's shoulder.
The electrified Prime screeched inhumanely as the flood of memories started overloading its processors. It clutched at its head and collapsed to the ground. The Sentinel programming started to fluctuate as the processors became overwhelmed, the armor began to recede, then regrow, and then attempt to recede again. The electric current shorted out after the armor began vanishing. The computerized scream garbled into that of a human, then screeched back into the inhumane computerized version as the two entities began vying for control of the body, the mind being unable to process the wealth of memory Jeremy was unleashing into them.
The only Prime left fighting grunted as the sword came in contact with his shoulder joint. The blade pressed into its armor and started to cut into the weak human flesh beneath it. As the acidic solution seeped from its pores, eating away at the calcium encasement surrounding its captive arm, the Prime winced when the bone blade struck the tender flesh beneath the armor. It glowered at its opponent and let out a groan of pain as new fresh armor began to protrude from beneath the bone weapon, pushing it excruciatingly up and out of its flesh.
Mojo looked up to observe the Sentinel that suddenly rose up to his podium. He merely glanced at it before setting his cold beady, yet buggy, eyes on Rhydian. "Who do you think you are, boy?!" He sneered as he blasted the Sentinel with his tail. The robot erupted into thousands of little chunks.
It was Rhydian's turn to sneer. The blasted Sentinel parts started whirling about Mojo with blinding speed, in a funnel formation. "Who do I think I am?" He brought his hands up and closed them into fists. "I'm an X-Man!" He declared boldly to the master of this dimension, as he swirled the Sentinel bits around the swollen blob of their tormentor, effectively blocking them from his 'all-seeing' eyes.
Well aren't you a happy bunny? Jeremy asked, still rattling around inside the sentinel's head, giving the worst images he could, ripping at a few functions, but trying to avoid anything that seemed vital to keeping the person alive. He was destroying the machine, not the person after all.
Waya saw the picture in Maribel's mind and duplicated it, sending it to the others so they would know to watch out for the traps.
Phinagin cursed as he felt his blade being pushed backed. He felt the bone give way and release the thing's hand. He made a last desperate move and quickly brought his blade up and then swung it around to try and take the arm off at an elbow or wrist. Just something thinner and anything to slow it down.
Maribel held her arms around her torso. She hated seeing her friends struggling like this. Worse yet, she felt helpless to assist in the fight. Her mutations didn't really work in an aggressive manner. That or she simply hadn't had the right kind of danger room session.
Phinagin's opponent shrieked in pain as the bone sword sliced unexpectedly through his wrist. The shriek quickly moved from the computerized to the humanized as the pain of the wound broke through the Prime Programming.
Jeremy's Prime collapsed to it's knees from the onslaught of memories the boy was unleashing within it's joint mind. It simply could not handle the wealth of information, the computerized mind of the Prime was overtaxed, unable to process so much information, so quickly. The human mind of the host was unable to comprehend all the information leaking out from the Prime processors.
Unable to contain the energy transferred to him by Junior George condensed it, aimed and fired. The energy orb soared above their heads and collided with the swirling mass of metal surrounding Mojo, but finding no way to break through the Spineless One's forcefield. The energy smashed into the Sentinel bits and surged right through them as if they were tissue paper. The orb struck the forcefield and shorted it out, much to Mojo's surprise. The great blob of a creature shrieked in shock when the Prime's energy exploded through his personal forcefield, which was the only thing keeping the sentinel bits away as well.
"Nice job, boys!" the twins shouted. They were sick of sitting on the sidelines and stepped forward. Gesturing their hands in synchrony, they gave Mojo and his chair the gravitation pull of one hundred times heavier than what was present, hoping to drill him into the arena floor by force alone.
Seeing her chance, Waya teleported, into Spiral's own shadow. If they could get control of the control room then they could finish this whole disgusting thing. She balled her fist and drove her elbow into the back of Spiral's head, knocking free her helmet.
Phinagin didn't give up the attack. Seeing the Prime distracted by the pain, he took the chance and drove his fist into the Prime's face with all his enhanced strength.
The Prime's face caved in around Phinagin's fist with a sickening crunch. Its body crumpled beneath the bone boy's arm, though it didn't drop. The Prime's body was suspended on Phinagin's wrist, which remained in the poor host's caved in skull. The Sentinel armor began to recede slowly as the host died.
"Dammit!" Phinagin thought as he put his used his other hand to remove his fist from the Prime's face. "Control! Control your self dammit!" This was the second person he had killed by letting his anger get the best of him and preventing him from holding back. All the power control in the world won't do you any good if you can't control the emotions you have had since birth.
Eliza was her massive size again, now the sentinels were down at Mojo's shield destroyed, she was up for some damage dealing. She drew back her hand, then aimed a sudden and dramatic blow towards Mojo. It was as if she was swatting a fly, but with her hand that size it would feel as if Mojo's entire body had been bitch-slapped.
Jeremy slid free of the sentinel, watching as it hit the floor jerking and twitching. Hopefully the damage to the sentinel code, along with the flood of humanity and memories, would actually allow the human side to become more dominant. He looked up just in time to see Phinagin cave in the other's skull. he winced, almost trembling as he saw Phinagin practically shaking the guy from his hand.
Junior shook his head, recovering from the slightly drunk feeling of having waaay too much energy in his body. He was glad it was gone and put to use, but he was having issues shaking the feeling.
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