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X-Folks: The Purest Unpacked
Date of Scene: 23 April 2023
Location: Farm just inside the Connecticut border.
Synopsis: A gang of bikers had been a thorn in the side of Logan and some of the xavier School and stuck deep enough they needed to be yanked out.
Cast of Characters: Tabitha Smith, Monet St. Croix, Logan Howlett, Rhona Lauren, Rahne Sinclair, Warren Worthington, Jubilation Lee




Tabitha Smith has posed:
Previously on X-Men:

A gang of outlaw bikers calling themselves The Purest Pack had gotten into some trouble at Harry's Hideaway. Resulting in their leader a portly feral looking man named Hogwart missing fingers courtesy of everyone favorite Canadian Curmudgeon.

A second altercation out in Westchester was fought off by the X-men and a pair of Kryptonians protecting some students and Tabitha. Another member was cripped by Tabitha swinging his bike into him and then a tree in a fit of fear and rage adrenaline.

Boom-Boom then telepathically got a location of where the 'Pack' was holed up. It was then passed to Monet and Logan. These bikers would keep coming back until they found the school. Not an ideal situation.

Now:

That location was a little farm about a couple hours by van, just across the border into Conneticut. Even driving past before parking some distance away at a different but abandoned farm stead they can see the usual signs of agricultural architecture. Big farm house, red barn. A couple actual large industrial shed to it's left and right either side. No actual farming going on judging by the over grown grass everywhere and a run down and rusted combine harvester. It might have been producing hay for feed at one point. Bikes and vehicles parked in and around the barn and the nearest shed.

Security seems to just be a handful of bikers in beat up and cobbled together powered exosuit armor cobbled together from left overs that used to be from more well funded groupd like the Right or the Purifiers.

Some cross referencing from a lot of the intel and info recovered from other field trips has this group. a Friends of Humanity affilite collects and resells a lot of this equipment. Often buying from scrapyards and junk and old weapons dealers. Then marking up the price for other low level wannabe pro-human 'activist' groups.

The rest just go about doing outlaw biker type stuff. Mostly warehouse logistics. Those with enhanced hearing might be listening to Hogwart rant about the mutant menace, waving his mechanical prosthetic fingers while another biker rolls about on a wheel chair, a look of pain and sobbing in his eyes.

Tabitha might have made him remember the pain every time he thought about hating mutants. Clearly he's trying to fight through it. "Look... look what they can do to us! They nearly took my ability to ride! Skidder can't walk and pees himself, we had to get him a three wheeler. He was going to have fun with that filthy blonde and looik what she did to him!" the ranting goes on.

Clearly they're planning another trip to New York state.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
And Monet has spent her time tracking things. SHe's had her own issues to work off. Having a target htat no one is going to mind when something happens is very, very useful for her about now.
    Currently, hse's flying high up in the air - several hundred meters or so, practically invisible in the dark night. She's actually bothered to wear a uniform for once. An unusual one. Consisting of a dark red bodysuit that has a variety of buckles along it, and then a small yellow belt with an 'x' insignia along it, with yellow boots. She has her eyes open, and is tracking along the target telepathically.

Logan Howlett has posed:
Logan had heavily debated the idea of wearing his 'X-Men duds', given that this was hardly storming Magneto's citadel or tustling with Apocalypse. It was just a bunch of assholes. In the end, however, he wanted to set a good example for his student. The mission foregoes the Blackbird - not every trip requires a jet - and instead Logan's truck is parked about two miles up the road. He trudges through the trees and undergrowth, clad in brown and gold with his arms bared and half his face concealed behind that winged cowl he wears.

"Goin' in guns blazin' works sometimes," he tells Rhona, lecturing as they march, "But most of the time, these assholes'll beat themselves if you panic 'em a bit. So that's what we do. We're Jason and Michael Myers all rolled into one here."

He pauses for a second, glancing across at his student.

"And if you tell me you don't know who they are, you're walkin' back to Westchester."

Rhona Lauren has posed:
Rhona doesn't have an X-Men uniform. She's a student, not a member of the X-Men. But she was recently on a pretty wild mission with Cable, and following that she started training hand to hand skills with Logan, so she's 'coming along' as it were. Currently she's donning a black bodysuit, one of the generic X-Men uniforms from the seemingly endless supply of them down in the XM Base coffers. She's got a tactical harness on around the black bodysuit, with some gear mounted on the back of it. Her dark hair is tied up on the crown of her head, and she's fiddling with a pair of fingerless black leather gloves.

"I know who they are." She counters Logan with a smirk over at him, the British teenager shaking her head side to side lightly. "I happen to be a big fan of horror films of all variety, especially the old ones. Though they just put out a new Halloween film..." She grimaces at her own words as her brown eyes look ahead. "It wasn't very good..." She quietly adds.

Her hands go down to adjust her harness a little over her torso. "Well, I'm ready to provide some defense, if it is needed."

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
Rahne Sinclair decided to car pool with Logan and his student, she spent most of the time sitting in the back of the pick up watching the country roll by, following Logan's example she is wearing her X-Person costume and so when the truck comes to a stop she jumps off the side and follows in step with the man and the student. She begins to slowly change as she walks the short ginger teenager shifting up into the 7'4 hybrid form of her. That way if the redneck mutant haters somehow ambush them she at least can regeerate. Rahna's canine ears begin to flick and twitch as she is keeping her ears peeled for problems and and her nose flair as she keeps her nose to the wind.

Warren Worthington has posed:
On a crescendo of whistling wind, bound in wings of alabaster feathers; the backlit form expands suddenly. He buffets the air into compression against the ground, the recalescent glow of silvery guards along framing of his wings heralded the speed and violence of his dive. From eight or so feet off the ground he pointed down with sword and called the eyes of two sequestered Bikers, having a smoke, to him.

"Judgement Day, Easy Rider."

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    For the trip over the border, Jubilation was mostly content futzing around on her smartphone, tapping this, swiping that, and generally staying shielded from the rest of the group by way of the music coming from her earbuds. There were intermittent moments of finding something funny -- a cat getting nudged off of something, for instance -- and shoving her phone screen in someone's face, but the trip was mostly spent testing the limits of how loud her music could get without it becoming distorted. If she was supposed to wear a uniform for this, she either didn't get the memo or chose to disregard it. Jubilee's outfit clings to her body, leaving little in the way of protection and nothing to the imagination -- it's a standard bright yellow tank-top, black spandex shorts, and plain white sneakers. Her hair is pulled back into a tight pony-tail and black Ray Ban sunglasses cover her eyes. It may be dark already, but the vampiress won't be accidentally glamouring her friends through eye contact.

    The trip from Westchester to Connecticut only gave Jubilation an opportunity to do the 'Are we there /yet/?' routine three times. While she might want to seem aloof and too-cool-for-school, Jubilee betrayed herself as the roadside scenery got more and more rural. First, she sat up in her seat. Then, she started leaning forward and staring out the window. Finally, the earbuds were removed and stowed under the elastic waistband of her shorts. Just in time, too, for her supernatural hearing to catch that bit about a filthy blonde.

    "Hey, hey, you'll never guess what they're sayin' about Tabby!" Jubilee announces with some amusement. It's a stark contrast to the serious-business stealthy jaunt through the undergrowth that Logan is leading and Jubilation immediately realizes it. She opens her mouth to say something else, but then there's a point about horror movie icons. Her eyebrows rise, enthusiasm stoked again, but then she's pre-empted by Rhona's reply about how much she likes horror movies. Jubilation frowns a little and keeps following in their path. "Yeah, well, I've seen that movie too," she mutters before kicking a pine cone to the side. Jubilation Lee: Third Wheel.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
The fliers can see the buildings easy enough spread out around enouh space to fill a football field and then much much more emptying overgrown grass fields around that. Perfect for people on the ground to sneak through.

On the ground the bikers listen to the rant and cheer Hogwart on, calling his name in whoops and yells. The Friend in the wheel chair getting a hand on his shoulder. "We'll get her nail that bitch to the same tree she pinned you to, that short ass gentrash took my fingers too!" Once in range the telepathic Monet might be able to pick up just Hogwart and Skidder want to do. He espouses like it's a reassurement to the disabled biker. Skidder's legs in metal frames. Not paralysed clearly but definitely not working while his legs are pinned and framed to stay in place. "We'll even video it, use the footage to sell our pruduct. Might even get to show off the big boy!" Hogwart grins and tilts his head to the shed on the east side of the barn. Jubeilee might be wanting to joke but there's some fucked up intentions in those minds.

Warren's swooping and calling out. That gets the two bikers looking up, then at each other. Then an oh crap look.

"FUCKING MUTIE!" they yell, hands drawing pistols and clumsily opening fire at the winged mutant aloft.

This of course starts getting the power armored guards all scrambling, about a dozen of them circling the builings.

The sound of the gunshots even starting to get the others scrambling and loading weapons with varying levels of automatic fire or caliber.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
What is it with idiots and scum? Monet goes to calmly fly in the air, going to use her telepathy to mark out targets for the others. she goes to quickly pass along to the rest of the team the conversations that she's picking up, the presence of the flatscans.. And thier toys as well. Then she goes to hiss softly as she moves to pick up with her telepathy something highly technologically related..

<<They're activating a Sentinel>> She goes to warn the rest of the team. <<Don't give them a chance ot get it operational!>> Monet is going in for a dive bomb! But, unfortunately the issue with her being up so high while she observed is that it will take her several seconds to get there. SO all she can do is give out an immediate alert of the positions, their threats.. And teh thoughts as gunfire streaks out after Warren!

Logan Howlett has posed:
"I think there's a dry twig over there you forgot to step on," Logan mutters in exasperation, the stealthy approach probably only succeeding by virtue of this compound not being defended by the most well-trained militia.

From where he stands, he catches a scent on the air and frowns. When Jubilee mentions what they're saying he nods his head almost imperceptibly: "I hear 'em. Sounds like - "

When he hears Warren's rapturous (literally) arrival, he lets out a sigh and closes his eyes. One gloved hand raises up to pinch the bridge of his nose, tongue clicking against his teeth.

"Okay, so, Operation Crystal Lake sounds it's turned into Operation Gunga Din. Stupid as these guys might look, you don't need to be a genius to shoot someone. And last I checked, none of you are bullet proof."

He pauses, glancing towards Rhona: "'cept you. Sometimes. Look - "

The Wolverine is interupted again by Monet's broadcast message, a finger going to his ear to set the radio earpiece in place.

<<There a clearance house sellin' those things that I'm not aware of? Seems like they show up every other week.>>

Then, turning back to Team Special Ops Logan Force Super X-Treme Turbo, he jerks his head towards the compound: "You heard the lady. Go smash a robot."

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
Rahna was hoping they could be quiet and do this like in those Assassin Creed games she like to play, but that was blown, she sigh and then grits her teeth and growls as she then gives into that inner rage and let out a howl before she leaps forward and using her arms and legs to propel her hybrid form along until she bodily tackles one with her arm and slams him into a wall and knocks him out. "Remember, no killing. The know not what they do." Still when one round her with a shotgun and shoots her, knocking her over. The wound however starts to close and the little pellets pop out of her skin as she rises up and takes the shotgun and then bends break it before raising her fists up and bringing them down on the mans head and sending him to dream land.

Rhona Lauren has posed:
Rhona was well aware of Jubilation 'The Fang' Lee. The'd first met some time ago out by the lake when Rhona was taking Jeepers for a walk on behalf of the rather attractive Cajun man who'd asked her to walk his dog for him. She'd been a bit nervous around Jubilee ever since, but only because... Vampires, and a love of horror movies. she wasn't sure what to expect from her! She played nice though, even laughing at some of the videos Jubilee had shown on her phone throughout the drive.

Here and now, she was glancing back at Jubilee when the proverbial 'shit hit the fan'. Her eyes shot forward as Rahne took off in full Wolf-form. "Oh god." The English girl says, her right hand snapping behind her back to get the fancy archery bow from the pack of high tech arrows swiped from the X-Men base. With a glance toward Logan, the girl nods her head softly at his talk of bulletproofing, and his orders to get at it... "Right."

With bow in her right hand, and her left coming up... the bared fingers from her fingerless gloves snap bright like five little lights, and from them a powerful energy disc erupts, swirls and forms a 'wall' in front of the Mutant teen. She walks toward the fight, hoping to draw fire as her shield-disc glows like a spotlight in the dark, humming like a growling lightsaber!
If the gunmen shoot at her, then they aren't shooting at any of her friends.

Warren Worthington has posed:
The Angel flashed his blade, the flat of it slapping the first pistol out of the man's hands and exploding his thumb. A swoosh of air and the elbow of his wing, capped in mercurial armor, took consciosness from the second. Angel was on the ground with two feet now, wings folding as he dissappeared behind the nearby generator house to let his quary lament its wounds.

"Many of them are facing East, into the moonlight. Are you flanking to clean up or should I give them something to chase?" he asked quietly into his communicator.

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    "Yeah, well, maybe you should'a checked again," Jubilee mutters to herself, totally aware that she'll certainly be heard by Logan's acute sense of sound. It's a bit of an exaggeration. She's not /exactly/ bullet proof, but it's unlikely these bikers have ponied up the extra cash for silver. Even less likely would be the glass bullets full of holy water that the church insists are a myth. But, those are just details.

    "Rahne, I literally do that /every night/!" Jubilee complains, speeding up to a jogging pace. Every night. No one dies. Blood from a plastic bag instead of where it's supposed to come from. "Like, c'mon!" If there was ever going to be a group that might deserve it, it would be this crew.

    When things start to go loud, Jubilation stops dead in her tracks. "Oh shit," she says to no one in particular. Rahne's breaking shotguns, Rhona's running defenses, and something in her head is squawking about a Sentinel? "So, guys, like, maybe I should'a mentioned, this is my first time out..."

    In an X-Men-type capacity.

    But, it is on the battle field that meddle is tested. A slack-jawed biker takes advantage of Jubilation's moment of reflection. "/F$#@/ mutie!" he shouts as he brings down a pipe across her shoulder blades, slamming hard with a loud 'thud'. Taken by surprise, Jubilation falls forward, bracing her fall with both hands --- exactly like they teach /not/ to. "Agh!" she cries out.

    "Heh heh heh," the biker drools, stepping forward for another hit. He slaps the pipe against the palm of his hand a couple times. "Gonna teach you a lesson fer comin' up here..."

    The biker suddenly screams in terror as Jubilee springs up, leaping at him with bloodlust in her eyes. Her mouth is wide open, fangs ready to tear into flesh. The only indication that it's Jublation at all is a stream of brightly colored fireworks that form a trail behind her hands. The biker screams in horror, staring up at the honest-to-goodness stuff of nightmares ready to tear him apart.

    "Ahhhhhhhh!!!" he screams. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" he screams again.

    Almost in an instant, Jubilee stands over him, arms folded across her chest, once again giving off the normal vibes of a teenage mallrat. "Like, egh, ever heard of a breath mint?" she complains before kicking the biker across the face, knocking him out. "He'll live," Jubes sing-songs in Rahne's direction.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
That cat is out of the bag as Monet warns the others. Hogwart and Skidder are on the way to that shed while the others draw fire and ire from the mutants attacking. Inside there's already work being done to prep the mecha monstrosoity.

As bikers with the more conventional weapons shoot and spray and pray, those in the powered armor start stepping up. Most of them only getting their strength enhanced to glorified fork lift levels. They can flip a car or swing a bike at the most. Enough to make most of the mutants think twice if they land. "I'm gonna put a leash on you and take you to the dog fights filthy cur! Then bet against you!" one yells as he rushes Wolfsbane. "We know exactly what we're doing. Cleaning your genefilth from His Earth is God's work!" looks like this one is a believer. Knowing what someone does and being good at it are far from the same thing.

Rhona's shields well above what any of the pistols and various shotguns and machine guns could get through. The English girl. Each bullt just stopping dead when they hit the enegry fields.

Logan's query will actually be affirmed. Black-Market anti-mutant tech sellers turn up all the time. Inside the sheds will be boxes and crates of equipment, power armor, both Right and Purifier. Spare sentinel parts, even whole crates of power supression tech like collars.

The rank, and by that they do kind of smell bad. And file facing Warren get swatted about, the closest Angel gets to getting winged is a ruffled feather from a wild shot but nothing actually hit. The opposite in fact as the wing is what's used to bat mooks into a nearby wall with a hefty thud against upright metal.

The juicebag Jubilee encounters might live. But the Vampire Duchess might just be brushing the hell out of those fangs when she gets home. That one stank worse than the men angel took out. Not Skidder and IBS bad levels of poor hygeine but he's the one with forced flashbacks, another shreek when he's wheeled in the shed while he watches Jubilee fight. The bright colours, the sunglasses, even the ponytail, dark hair it might be instead of blonde. He might be profecting his fears of one girl on to the Vampire. The shreaking and flaling in in his wheel chair forcing Hogwart to push it faster.

Inside the shed the sound of a certain mecha powering up is getting louder.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
And what is M's priority going to be? Taking out that Sentinel. She goes to charge on down towards the shed where the mecha is powering up. She can hit supersonic speed within seconds, so it will only take hera few moments to hit the speed to level it and do it as a dive bomb..
    If not for once one o fthe Purifiers shows excellent aim and good sense as a quickly snapped shoulder SAM launcher saved for those mutie-flier scum like she is (not to her face) goes to detonate in her face! There's a blast radius of several dozen meters and flechettes blasting into her as M is sent flying hard! Skidding along the ground on fire, burnt, and unconscious!

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
Rahna pauses for a moment as the man in power armor makes the challenge to her. She growls visibly at him as those yellow eyes lock onto the man. She advances on the suit dragging her claws along the sheet metal of the building and causing a shower of sparks to come off as she then leaps at the suit. The claw she just scraped across the building comes around and then smashes into the suit. Her claws are strong and durable enough to rend steel so it tears into the suit putting a distinctive claw mark on it. Her other comes around and slams into the chest plate tearing off a plate and leaving a shower of sparks in her wake. The man manages to get his wits about him and then lashes out with the suits right,she weaves and dodges between the strikes when a opening presents itself as she lashes forward and uses her momentum and weight to grab the head of the suit and then bring it slamming down on the ground. Then like a wild animal she begins to lash and shread the suit, ripping of plate, wires, and other part until the suit is a sparking wreck. She then picks up the suit and then hurls it into a nearby truck causing it to slide down in a heap. The man just has enough time bail out and run before it explodes.

Logan Howlett has posed:
For what it's worth, Logan has been working hard on that berserker bloodlust he's so well-known for. While fangs might come out and nasty words bandied about, he's quick and quiet like a man with a mission. That mission? Dismantle this whole outfit.

Bullets zip through the air in his direction, but the Wolverine knows how to move across the battlefield. He dips behind the rusted-out hulk of a car, waiting for the tell-tale sound of a new magazine being loaded before he moves in. He crosses the yard towards his assailant quickly, leaping through the air for the last several feet before landing heavily on the man. All three-hundred pounds of adamantium and corded muscle. Both claws are brought down with surgeon-like accuracy into the man's shoulders, severing tendons and rendering both arms little more than fleshy weights. A couple of cracked ribs to boot, he'll bet.

Then he's whirling about, making for one of the power-armoured goons. Claws still dripping crimson, he leaps forward to slash a cross shape with both hands. Razor sharp blades tough enough to rend steel.

Rhona Lauren has posed:
The first shield wall that Disco had summoned was placed in to position, suspended in mid air in front of her with a barrage of bullets peppering its surface causing waves of energy to sweep through the field of swirling pink power.

Hidden behind it, Rhona was watching the others engage in their experienced battling... well, most of them anyway. She readied her bow, and pulled a grouping of tech-arrows from her quiver. When a moment came, the teenager darts out from behind her disc shield, draws her bow and fires!

An arrow zips across the fighting toward where a cluster of the bikers were congealing, it stabs in to the ground, and begins covering the men in electrical bursts that zap them! Three of them are covered in tendrils of electricity that has them dancing, making funny noises, and possibly even defecating their trousers... if the rumors are true about that!

Another biker spots the archer, and unleashes another burst fire of bullets in her direction causing Disco to yelp, and duck back behind her shield wall for protection!

Warren Worthington has posed:
On the communicator there was no answer. "I like free form better anyway." offered Warren. From behind the old generator house something climbed into the sky. What looked like a fifty gallon fuel drum with wings moved up, up, up and out of view. Then a whistling noise preceeded the drum's return to Earth, growing larger as it grew closer. It landed, it bounced again and again, spewing its contents in erratic arcs. Dong! Dongdong! Dong. It rolled to a stop and milked plaintively into a puddle on the ground.

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    Mr. Stink Flannel stirs a bit as he begins to regain consciousness, but Jubilee presses her foot against his forehead as she stares up at the night sky. "Looks like we're gonna be back in time before the infomercials take over all the TV channels," Jubilation says, grinning a little as Monet dive bombs at the sentinel. Her smile fades as a high-pitched squeal announces the launch of a surface-to-air missile.

    "Monet!" Jubilation might have been an unlikely person to cry out, as she and Monet have never really been that friendly towards one another, but the vampiress gives Stink Flannel one last kick to the ground before she takes off running!

    Jubilation runs across the makeshift battlefield at a normal, non-supernatural speed, saving her blood-fueled powers for what might come next. This is all just normal, classic Jubilee action. She runs past the various Unnamed Henchbikers with ultimate style, vaulting over some, shoving clouds of fireworks in the face other others, and even sliding under one, in between his legs! It's one quick, parkour move after the next, as Jubilee chases after the tumbling, smoldering Monet St. Croix!

    "Monet!" Jubilee shouts, kneeling in the grass next to the fallen mutant. "Hey, hey, wake up." Her eyes dart back and forth between Monet and her own wrist. "You wake up right now, Monet, or you're gonna get a sip of something you're not gonna like..." Can telepaths hear threats like that when they're out cold? WHO KNOWS?! Not Jubes!

Tabitha Smith has posed:
Someone learned how to lead their shots as Monet gets winged by a rocket and then taken out of the fight. The Monagasque woman landing in a smouldering mess. She's alive and the person launching. Wearing a Purifier shirt under his Purest Pack kutte vest looks like he hit the lottery. He was actually aiming for Angel. But he's clearly taking the win, even crotch chopping. "YEAH, these fucking mutie fucks ain't so tough!" he cheers like it should be a routing point for the bikers.

It doesn't actually seem to be that big a turning point and may end up working against them once the members of Team Special Ops Logan Force Super X-Treme Turbo find out.

The armored assailant fanatic fightring Rahne can only get a few good shots in with his mechanised fists before the girl's lupine fists and claws out move and out muscle even mechanised aided men. The frantic snarls from the man soon turning to the cries of a coward outbullied as he unstraps himself out and clambers on all fours away.

Having a werewolf and a vampire attacking them probably won't win many of the ex-purifier members of the Purest Pack over. But damn if they aren't terrified.

Logan's claws might as well be scalpels the way the Canadian takes one man's ability to use his arms away. Pained screams might hit those ears a bit louder for the range and the enhanced sensitivity. Power armor gets rent even easier than Rahne's last opponent's did the steel allows might as well be like cutting the crusts off a sandwich.

Disco's shields keep her plenty of safe as she returns fire. Those arrows with their taser like payloads striking and leaving those hit twitching and collapsing. The probably haven't dropped a duece. But some of them might never have to worry about unsightly bodyhair. One biker even yells out. "Don't tase ME Ho!" it's supposed to be a threat and order. But since he's twitching and in danger of swallowing his tongue. Rhona clearly didn't like that.

The airborn drum makes for a pretty good impromptu bowling ball. Fuel gets spilled and even bounces and cleans up some unwitting would be defenders.

Jubilee's traversal looks almost casual as she makes her way through mobs. The girl was pretty agile and that was before being a vampire. Of course when she reaches Monet for the wellness check the Monegasque girl is down and looks kind of a mess after taking a rocket to the face. She's breathing but clearly not happy.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
Monet has hit the ground brutally. Her body has taken the impact well - as far as any sort of dinrect hit by a surface to air missile could go. She has various pieces of shrapnel dug into her body and luckily nothing skewering her. She has rather severe burns and broken bones, but no internal injury. Landing on the ground has made rather less of a mess of things than it could have!
    So at the impact and Jubilee's rather glorious charge in to rescue her, the Dame St. Croix goes to let out a rough,r agged breath. She goes to slowly turn over, half rolling over on the ground as Jubilee's words bring her back to Earth - or at least what consciousness she has left. "Stop them before.." Before they bring the Sentinel online. She can slowly rotate over to her stomach, and she's somehow still capable of movement. A damaged Sentinel is still a Sentinel. And one that could tear them all apart. Jubilee's concern for her gets a rare, almost totally never before seen side to her of thanks and appreciation. That has M slowly forcing herself upright over on one knee with her arms braced on it to try and help stabilize herslf. At least now she's out of the direct line of fire with every other freakface focused on the Mutants tearing through them.

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
Rahna glances at the man in the Purifier shirt and gnaws, the bullets from those random shots that do hit her cause her minor discomfort as her regeneration just keeps her going. The man with the grenade launcher becomes her priority as she begins to rush him. He has enough sense about him to turn take aim and then launch the grenade at her. Rahna watches the shells then twists out of the way, but not fast enough as it nails her in the shoulder and sends her flying backwards and slamming in the wall with grievous wound on her. She growls loudly as muscle and sinew begin to knit, muscle and skin tissue regenerate as the burnt fur of the skin become new as she slowly rise up and then growls at the man that blew her off her feet.

Logan Howlett has posed:
Logan mutters something darkly under his breath, pulling the man roughly from the mangled innards of his power armor and giving him an adamantium-plated headbutt. He drops the now concussed man to the ground, stepping away to survey what's happening around him.

A bullet whistles through the air, catching him in the shoulder and prompting him to slink backwards with a hiss through his teeth. Fingers gruffly widen the wound, pulling the lodged bullet free and tossing it away. His uniform is torn, but the exposed and bloodied mess of flesh is already beginning to knit itself together.

One man foolishly charged him, the butt of his gun raised, and is caught in the solar plexus with a swift sideways kick. Wolverine steps over the collapsed biker, making his way towards this damn Sentinel they're screaming about.

Rhona Lauren has posed:
One of the men emerge from the chaos with a shotgun leveled at Rhona's disc-shield. He keeps her planted safely behind it by firing burst after burst at the shield that just absorbs the buckshot! Behind the disc energy, Rhona frantically works through her arsenal of arrows to try and choose one before the man arrives, but as she's fumbling to get the arrow in to place on hver bowstring, she drops it, causing it to bounce off of her left thigh and roll out beyond the shield.

"Fuck." Rhona quietly says as she looks up again just in time to see the meaty arm of the biker man reaching around behind her shield-disc to grab her by the shoulder!

There comes a scream from the teenager then, as she spins about to launch the man over her body with some measured move that the Wolverine had taught her over the course of the past month!

The man is dropped on his back, only to have Disco come down on him with two arrows gripped in her left hand. She jams them against his chest, engulfing him in the electrical bursts from their silvery bulbous arrowheads!

Crouching now, Rhona just breathes heavily as she watches the man twitch for a few seconds, before she jumps back to her feet, gathers up her gear, grabs her shield disc out of the air and starts to run with it toward a new spot!

Warren Worthington has posed:
Angel landed beside Monet, handing her the zippo he'd caught when the stinky meth-head dipped. He gathered Monet up in his arms. His face close to hers, the smell of his feathers just below the fumes of the evaporating fuel, the hollowness of his light frame constrasted by his physical strength. Did anything in this scenerio live up to the limitations of what ought to be? He was about to launch, about to send them both screaming into the sky:

"Hatred is a flame, fight fire with fire." he instructed her.

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    "Stop them before... Stop them before what? Before what?" Jubilee shouts down at Monet, just in time for her to drizzle off again. "Alright, well, I warned you..." She holds out her arm and stares down at her wrist. "I mean, like, it doesn't taste bad. It's supposed to be really awesome, but, like, it's gonna be really weird and awkward, so, we're not gonna talk about it..." Jubilee reluctantly raises her wrist to her mouth, baring her fangs so she can can tear into her own flesh and provide Monet a temporary lifeline. But then, Warren! Saved By the Bird.

    "Oh, awesome!" Jubilation cries out as Warren comes in to scoop up Monet, relieved that she doesn't have to do what she was about to do. "Okay. Right. Good. Go."

    ...

    "Hey, wait, stop them before what?!" Jubilation shouts up at Monet and Warren as they gain altitude.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
Monet finally comes around and as she's encouraginng Jubilee and the others into giant robot attacks, said robot finally trrops out into the field. The large sliding door peeling out around the sentinel. It's piloted so it's movemensts are much more jankie and awkward for it as Hogwart pilots it with a very freaked out Skidder in the cockpit that was built into it's head "HALT MUTANT!" is repeated every so often like it was a car horn. Over the speaker in what would be the robot's mouth Hogwart is yelling.

"I'm going ta stomp your dirty filthy asses! Then I'm taking this baby to New York then Vegas!" an arm is raises and the energy cannon in it's hand discharges plasma to scorch the ground. The sweeping arc is slow from the translation of movememts from the horrid control scheme to systems that normally are driven by an artificial intelligence. Nothing any of the mutants can't avoid.

Rahne playing catch with a rocket propelled grenade is a lot more easily survived thanks to the Scotsgirl's healing factor. The man is taken care of.

Monet avenged.

Logan puts down another goon and by now many of the bikers are running less for more weapons or ammo but their bikes. Most of them having just enough common sense of self presevation to get the hell out of dodge.

When even the teenaged English girl is mopping the floor and leaving human pincushions to twitch under electrical discharges they know that they done fucked up.

They might just turn up later. Racists are like cockroaches after all.

If anyone lights the place up on fire, Warren might not want to be too close. People that really really, rediculously good looking should not be anywhere near spontaneous gasoline fights after all. Taking off into the air with Monet is likely the safe bet for both of them.

The answer to that question is probably answered by the stompy footsteps of the piloted sentinel. That close it can't actually blast Jubilee without accidentally blasting itself. Hogwart's voice blasting out the speaker. "No, it's not HER Skidder! I'm still gonna kick it's filthy ass. We'll have fun. We'll make a day of her!" he yells like he's planning a day of casual enjoyment at a mutant's expense. The Sentinel steppping back, the motion and positioning of it's legs like it's trying to like up a literal kick to Jubilee's behind but struggling for balance.

This is definitely a know not what they do moment.

The back, kicking foot stepping right in that trail of spilled fuel.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
What M was trying to warn the others about is out there, which makes for a dramatically opportune time and rather theatric! M's face contorts as she tries to instruct Warren, "Go help them, I'll be fine." She goes to try and get coherent enough to roll away from him and float. She really needs to be evacuated, but not under the fire of a Sentinel barraging the area. She might not be of any real help here..

But she wouldn't make a comrade have to pull her from the battlefield either. Presuming she can, she would roll away from Warren in the air, a couple of bullets zinging past, one hitting over along her side to bounce off. The zippo is for now left discarded - they have rather greater threats to deal with.

And that big robot lunkhead is going to explode a lot bigger too!

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
THe Scottish werewolf stands up and then rushes at the grenade launcher man, he puts another round in and fires then Rahne leaps and soars over the explosion and then lands on top of the man, she begins to lash out in anger, ripping and tearing into the man with his claws giving into that animalistic rage before she stops herself. She clenches her teeth and then restrains herself from killing, but he is going to be in bad shape. She focuses on the man and the sentinel and then begins to rush towards it. Letting her enhanced speed and agility carry her towards the powering up sentinel as she tries to get close enough to tackle the man.

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    Like any predator, Jubilee's senses are naturally tuned for her prey. For a vampire, her prey is people. Their smell. Their taste. The sounds of their beating hearts and moist organs. Being so dialed in to those things creates a very large blind spot for very large robots that, to date, do not have moist organs.

    "Hey! Stop them before what!?" Jubilation shouts up at Monet again, totally obvious to the sentinel positioning itself behind her...

Logan Howlett has posed:
"Hey, I recognize that voice ... "

Logan turns from chasing one of the fleeing motorcyclists down the dirt road, remarkably capable at keeping up with him at least in the short term. But then he hears the heavy footfalls and the voice, picking the larger threat and giving that the priority. He's already moving back towards the compound, pausing to look up at the piloted sentinel.

"Hey, bub!" he shouts, reaching up to yank the cowl of his costume down to reveal his face distinctive haircut and all, "'member me? Got me the fingers, now I'm gonna take the whole damn thing!"

Then he's running again, pausing for a moment in front of Jubilee who stands with her back to the monstrosity: "Alley-oop, kid."

He leaps! Hurtling through the air with preternatural agility to land 'on' the Sentinel. Claws make it easy to climb his way up the outside, reaching the head in time to start shredding metal and practically digging through the mechanical monster to get at Hogwart. While not truly raging, there's a level of ferocity he usually keeps under lock and key. Torn shreds of metal fly through the air in showers of sparks!

Rhona Lauren has posed:
Rhona is hoofing it through the field toward where she sees Logan rushing the Sentinel. Her shield is still up in her left hand, and her bow is clutched in her right. "What is that thing?!" She shouts out over the chaos, but everyone is preoccupied. Her eyes look around for Rahne, but she'd lost the Wolfwoman at some point... She'd seen Monet get carried off by the Winged Man, and as she rounds the barn she sees Jubilee getting 'snuck up on' by the Sentinel.

As the sparks from Logan's thrashing of metal claws sends sparks flying out from the metal robot, Rhona joins Jubilee at her side, whipping her brightly glowingk pink-purple shield up to block the Vampire Duchess from any attacks the Sentinel might try and smash down upon the two of them.

"We gotta go!" Disco shouts to Jubes, holding her shield wall up in the air, the disc humming with hunger as she moves it through the air like this.

Warren Worthington has posed:
Angel may have lost his grip on Monet, rolling off pridefully into the air as she did, but he persisted and regained her. Scruffing her by the uniform strapping and winging off in a line diametrically apposed to the apex of what he believed was about to be an explosion!

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    Huh? Alley-oop? If Logan's expecting Jubilee to be ready to give him a boost, he'd instead find the girl looking up like a deer-in-headlights. But, when Logan leaps over her -- alley-oop just being a fun turn-of-phrase -- Jubilation turns to follow him with her eyes, finally now noticing the incredible danger she's in.

    "...I figured it was gonna be Blade..." Jubes admits, watching as the sentinel begins to come to pieces in the air above her. The Day Walker missed his chance. Before she can be crushed by the machinery, Rhona's shield appears in the nick of time! Sparks and shards of metal spill over the sides of the shield while Jubilation stares at the British mutant who came to her aid.

    "Jeez, thanks, uh... guv'nuh," Jubes tries, one shoulder rising as she grins awkwardly.

    Rhona's insistence that they need to go is a wise one. Very wise. But, unfortunately for Rhona, Jubilation is foolish. Brave, but also very foolish. "No, we're not leaving him!" Jubilation insists, staring up at Logan's mayhem. "Like, what about those arrows you have?" she tries. "Or..."

    Another very large, very heavy bit of sentinel debris lands next to them.

    "We gotta do something," Jubes insists, her tone bordering on whining. Some bloodsucking monster she turned out to be.

Tabitha Smith has posed:
Robots also block the smell of people inside the cock pit. And with the fighting and stuff the noise is probably not doing Jubilee's focus much good.

M and Angel up in the sky are in a good vantage point too the chain of events.

Rahne's injured but savage attacks scare off the last of the grounded resistance. A werewolf and no silver that is also tanking explosives is not something they want to be around. Motorcycles becoming distant sounds fading away. The last fighter to face Rahne is probably going to be scarred for life. How can they fight such unholy monsters when even the best weapons to use against mutants is failing?

Logan climbing the sentinel and taunting the pilot and his passenger scares the crap out of both of them. "You, you should have just let us do what we want you filthy hairy rat!" he yells and starts jockeying arm controls to try and swat Logan off as claw rend armor plating and send sparks top the ground.

Skidder still in his panicked projected fears of Tabitha onto Jubilation has him finally reaching to try and place kick the Vampire. all this and a few random button mashes puts up wite a sight. A leg thruster fires and drags the kicking leg out wild, the swinging arms spacking the sentinel in the face while Logan is clawing and climbing around like a fly buzzing out of the way.

the whole off balancing has the sentinel lok like Charlie Brown kicking a football.

Charlie bron has never kicked the football.

The sentinel lanmds on it's back. Loud enough and hard enough Jubilee can feel the shake of the ground. The sparks from claw marks catching and landing in the fuel trail soaking old grass and hay long since dried out and left. Engulfing much of the robot's downed torso in flames. Sparks inside and soon downed flames start cooking inside the no longer walking oven.

Rhona's shields have no problem keeping her and Jubilee safe from the flames. Someone will have to explain sentinels to the english girl eventually.

But for the moment she's the one providing a barrier for people to not catch exploding sentinel power generators. Wolverine and Wolsbane easily having the speed to get behind cover as both leg rockets on the downed robot fire, leaving a trail like a DeLeorean as it skids along the ground and into the red barn where it explodes. The blast soon claiming the sheds. Lots of volatile materials like ammo and energy packs to create smaller explosions.

The last thing from the mouth speaker of the sentinel a mix of screams and a last "HALT MUTA..." before the boom.

Emergency services can probably handle the fires before they spread to the grass fields. Neighboring farms likely called 911 already hearing gunfire. It didn't sound like shooting for wild animals. And as motorbikes fade away, sirens get louder.

But the folks making up Team Special Ops Logan Force Super X-Treme Turbo can walk away with the explosions behind them like the victoriously violent vengeful vigilantes they set out to be.