2217/Genosha Burns! Wild Sentinels: Ecuador Edition

Genosha Burns! Wild Sentinels: Ecuador Edition
Date of Scene:	24 June 2020
Location:	In the jungles of Ecuador
Synopsis:	The X-men find the base where the Wild Sentinels came from, and they clear house.
Cast of Characters:	Lorna Dane, Scott Summers, Maxwell Wave, Clarice Ferguson, Julio Richter
Tinyplot:	Genosha Burns

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Lorna Dane has posed:
Landing the Black Bird in dense jungle was tricky, but at least the X-men had skilled pilots available. This was decidedly not the time for a newbie to learn how to land. The ground scans stated that the soil was already particularly wet, and the landing gear was not liking it. Never mind the mass amount of trees, river slosh, and the alike that surrounded the group.

Their last raid on a defunct Sentinel Factory had given the team a decent amount of information. And more was likely still being worked on as they geared up for another mission. This one in theory, should be simple: Master Mold's data points indicated that the so called 'Wild', giant, Sentinels that had attacked Genosha had come from a highly classified, highly secretive, government project. One that tried something vastly different with the Sentinel technology than the standard models. And all of it was based out of a facility deep within the Ecuadorian jungles. There the 'Wild' Sentinels had been programmed to build. And it was obvious by the remains of the giant one from Hammer Bay that they in fact had.

The group was going to have to get through the jungle to get to the facility, which the entrance to was nearby. Scanners had picked up activity there.. and likely, just as the last Sentinel lab had been taken over by Brainiac.. was just as likely to be occupied by hostile forces.

Scott Summers has posed:
Of course it was a government project.

That thought has consumed Scott's thoughts all the way from New York. Because it makes the US government the ultimate responsible of the death of sixteen million mutants and humans from Genosha. That Brainiac pressed the button does not exonerate them: They created the machines. They lied when they said they had no knowledge about the Wild Sentinels.

Not just Trask, no. His own government.

"We have to destroy that Sentinel factory," he explains the general idea. "Gathering information is a secondary goal, but also an important one. We owe our dead to unmask their killers to the eyes of the world."

He should have worked a plan. But he is too angry today. Also Master Mold did not offer much in plans or specs. 'Self-evolving machines' and 'designed to adapt and grow'. Wonderful. Sound like mutant Sentinels. The irony bites.

Maxwell Wave has posed:
Maxwell Wave stumbled onto the expedition somewhat by accident. A recent fixture of the X-Men's medical lab. Max had a very light run-down of the school and the X-Men. Missing many details, he knew one thing: he owed a few members of the school his life, and he fully intended to make himself useful.

A little eavesdropping had provided just the opportunity to invite himself onto the Black Bird. He begged, pleaded, and made promises of following orders to the letter. Having just barely avoided disappearing with the rest of Mutant Town, his eagerness, desperation, and barely repressed raged must have been convincing enough to find him a trip to the jungle.

After the aircraft lands, he unbelts himself from his seat. His ever-glowing eyes casting a cyan hue over his immediate surroundings. He swallows and offers a nod to Scott, "Yes Sir."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
Clarice is the travelling type. Because with portals who can get you anywhere who wouldn't?! So she is prepared for the jungle, light clothing even if most of her body covered because bug bites are a thing (And snakes, everyone hates snakes). A long hat on her head to cover from the heat and her usual quiver, she being ready to go. As is becoming routine she has prepared a few of her teleporting javelins to place on the quiver, just finishing to load the last when they land down on the ground.

"Hopefully we won't be finding Master Mold 2.0 here, mmm?" She says quietly, getting up to her feet to then move to the exit of the jet, a grimace at the heat felt outside.

A nod is given to Scott about what the mission is about. "Got it." then her eyes turning to Lorna. "Hope you brought your sunblock." a faint smile. At least she seems to be getting in a bit better mood than as of late.

Julio Richter has posed:
Julio has never been quite as far south as Ecuador, but he had a decent idea what to expect from trips to Costa Rica as a kid. He spent a decent chunk of the trip fogging up the interior of the jet with bug repellent (which he frankly considered an improvement over the lingering traces of dead-drone smell), then when Scott gave the 5-minute warning, stripped to the waist and started gravely rubbing sunscreen on his shoulders. The risk of getting vaporized by aliens and robots might simply be a fact of life now, but that's no reason to let yourself get sunburned, right?

As the jet makes its tricky landing, he shrugs his studded green vest back on over his bare torso, then is first down the ramp when it opens. Once boots hit dirt, he draws up seismic force, easy as breathing, and with a couple of quick finger-jabs at the ground, brings up shafts of stone from the bedrock to steady the airplane's landing gear in spite of the mud. He does so with enough force that the craft rocks noticeably in place.

The Latino youth turns to Cyclops with a startled expression. "Lo siento -- the ground is a lot more tense here than what I'm used to." In other words, his powers are going to be amped up while they're in an area of increased tectonic activity.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna snickered at the sunscreen, and shook her head as Clarice commented about her needing it. "Oh no. I don't burn. I don't tan without work. Magnetic fields repel most of the sun's problematic things. And I'm a walking talking one." She murmured, and grinned. Still she did take the bug-spray. Getting Malaria-- was that a thing in the jungle? Was not high on her priorities.

The fact that Scott was angry enough to not fall back into his meticulous planning was obvious to Lorna. She'd known him far too long to not pick up that this mission was Scott being downright spontaneous and verging on reckless. At least... in Scott terms. They were still kitted up properly and had a sizable team. Besides, if this base was like the last one.. they should be okay. Right?

Lorna nodded to Scott as she pointed up ahead. "I'm picking up a large amount of metal and building structure that way. Feels partially underground. What have you got Ric?" She asked, creeping forward and trying to duck around the thickest parts of the foliage as she tried to avoid thinking too much about the documenties she'd watched as a kid. There were poisonous frogs, snakes, and nasty bugs in the jungle. Wouldn't it be their luck to get bitten by one of those on their way to take out murderbots?

Scott Summers has posed:
"I don't think we are going to find a centralized controlling main Sentinel," offers Scott, giving Julio a frowny glance when he reveals the ground is 'tense' which he understands as 'chances of powers going haywire are high.'

"These Sentinels were designed to use whatever they could to build," he explains. "Therefore, they aren't as powerful and versatile as the regular models. However, they are going to be unpredictable. And as they demonstrated in Genosha, they can get large enough to annihilate entire cities, and numerous enough to slaughter millions in mere minutes."

Hopefully there won't be many of them left here. Or this is going to be a very short mission. They will have to 'blink' away and returns with an army of super-heroes.

Maxwell Wave has posed:
Having grown-up in the Great Lakes area, one of the more practical aspects of his power he'd learned was the repulsion of the dreaded mosquito. As he silently follows the others, he focuses and emits a field of influence in his immediate proximity. As the little blood-suckers attempt to encroach on Max's space, they find themselves redirected perpendicular to their path of flight.

Blinking at the small wall of vermin forming, he looks over toward Julio and murmurs, "Can I borrow some of that insect repellent?"

His eyes widen somewhat in Scott's direction as he describes just how powerful the Sentinels can be. He takes a breath and steels himself, though his mind races as he considers how quickly the world seems to be changing around him.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
"That's a bit cheating..." Clarice murmurs, eyeing Lorna for a moment but she also doesn't forget her bug spray. No need to risk it. So she makes her way out into the jungle, eyes up on the sky a moment, a squint of her eyes. "Maybe we should had come during the night.." but too late now! So she is prepared to wander through the heat of the jungle. "So they could have powers of some sort?" she asks about the sentinel's powers.

Eyes go to the forming wall of vermins, a brow arching. "Neat." she says in Max's direction.

Julio Richter has posed:
"Be my guest," Julio answers Maxwell readily, giving the wall of bugs his own dark look. "I brought a lot. Still maybe not enough."

His eagerness to get back on solid (if squelchy) ground appeased, he's done rushing off ahead of the team, and falls in behind Cyclops and Lorna, near Clarice. He gives Maxwell a bit of a wider berth. He has seemed a bit standoffish around the newcomer, if friendly enough when addressed.

"Veamos," he answers Lorna, dropping into a crouch and pressing one bare hand against the soil. He breathes in deeply, eyes shut, and is immediately ringed with a fracturing, shifting aura of green light. Tilting his head like a sommelier sampling a subtle red, he raises his eyebrows and says, "Guau -- they've been digging all over the place. If you want to sneak in, I can drop us into a tunnel over" -- he stands and points, eyes still closed -- "there."

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna shrugged toward Clarice. "How did you think I stayed so pale living on a tropical island for the past few years?" She arched a brow upward, her voice thick with amusement as she stopped to let Rictor work his powers through the ground. She nodded once, and glanced back to Scott.

"What say you, team leader?" She murmured, and glanced back to Maxwell and his bug shielding. She hmm'ed under her breath, and she crossed her arms.

"We really don't have enough heavy hitters to do a frontal assault, or split the team up."

Scott Summers has posed:
"Powers? Er.. no. They might have all kinds of odd weaponry. But my guess it will be simpler than those of the standard models," explains Scott. "Just the danger will come from unexpected traits, instead of standard plasma cannons. But a crossbow bolt can kill just as well as a plasma canon, Blink. At least for most of us. Likewise, I don't expect them to be well-armored or shielded. I am counting with Polaris being able to disable them quickly."

Tunnels, uh? Pros include Rictor being nearly invincible underground. But the others not so much. "If there are an extensive tunnel system, does that mean you could be able to collapse the whole area?"

Maxwell Wave has posed:
Max offers a nod of appreciation to Julio and accepts the bug spray can. He gives himself a healthy dose and offers a momentary smile toward Clarice at the 'Neat' comment. He tucks the can into a pouch once he's finished and resumes following the others.

He drops the field pushing away the blood-suckers and relies on the chemical protection. The cloud of biting insects follows his body-heat and the carbon dioxide of his breath, only to break off when faced with the power of deet.

Max doesn't seem put off by Julio's aloofness, he knew he was a stranger here. He gazes toward Lorna, considers her statement for a moment, and then nods. He knew he wasn't battle-hardened. He reaches into another pouch and pulls out a paintball tube of ball-bearings, dumping them into his palm.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
Oooo, tunnels. That makes Clarice smile faintly. Infiltrating is always a preference to her instead of that going forth through the main door. But for now she follows, a nod given at Scott's explanation about the sentinels followed by a thumbs up. She'd be ready.

Yet after a moment she comments. "If we collapse it all wouldn't it take away our chance of finding info on Brainiac?" her eyes going to Scott.

One branch crunches under her feet, and a glance is given over to Max. "So, what is it that you do anyway? Didn't get much of a chance to talk with you before."

Julio Richter has posed:
Julio finally opens his eyes and gives Cyclops a quick, firm nod. "Oh yeah. Especially with all this." He holds up his arms, still ringed with their crackling and shifting glow. The aura is noticeably more intense here than back in New York, although he's letting it gently dissipate as he speaks. "It might take ... half a minute or so to really get going?"

He glances over at Blink and nods. "She has a point, too, but once we're done here? Just say the word and I'll sinkhole the whole place." He cuts across his neck with the fingers of his right hand.

He flashes Lorna a smile at the description of her powers' unusual knock-on effect, and for a second, wonders if his own might have a similarly subtle side benefit he hasn't picked up on. The smile fades pretty quickly when the bugs come closing back in, but only into a look of resignation; of course everyone on the team has to be able to focus on what's important.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna glanced once more to Scott and and then back at Rictor. "Right, we said that the information was secondary. Collapse the tunnels. Whatever electronics I'm picking up are that way. Which is where our sensors picked up a possible entry point. Collapse the tunnels, and it'll force whatever might be down there to either be crushed out come flying out."

She arched a glance at Scott as if to see if he had any other or better plans at the moment. "The longer we stand here the better the chance they're gonna pick us up. Remember, these are mutant hating robots. We need to murder them before they murder us. So, let's get going."

Scott Summers has posed:
Scott nods at Blink. They do need to do some recon, true. But Julio destroying everything underground and collapsing whatever the Sentinels have built in the surface strikes him as a good way to finish the mission.

"No." He decides after some consideration. "Or rather, let's call that plan B," he offers, "as you noticed this area is not tectonically stable. We don't want a major earthquake happening."

He starts walking forward again, "follow me, watch the flanks. Lorna, let me know if anything electronic approaches."

Maxwell Wave has posed:
Max gazes toward Clarice. "I can manipulate the magnitude and direction of forces within close range, approximately three meters. Similarly, I can perceive forces at work within my field of vision and precisely measure them." He takes a breath, "And I hold masters in Physics and Mechanical Engineering. In this context, I can help with precision demolitions, redirect incoming projectiles, give friendly projectiles a lot of extra 'oomph', and fly. Against giant murder bots, if I'm close to them, I can make them collapse under their own weight."

Since seeing is believing, he demonstrates a little more of his power by levitating a few inches off the ground. This has the added benefit of him being soundless as he follows the others. He looks back to Clarice and murmurs, "I've heard you do.. Portals? Oh, and thanks for being part of my rescue crew."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
"I can do portals." Blink confirms at the question, then points with a thumb back to the javelins she carries. "And I can teleport people around as well with these. Often against their will. You can also shoot stuff through the portals, so keep that in mind." she says in ways of planning. Always good to know what others can do!

As they call for them to approach and not demolish the tunnels she nods sharply, going silent and making use of all those skills she has learned before while in Genosha. Namely the assassin-y type, which means moving silently through the forest, attentive to the surroundings.

Never be taken by surprise by sentinels!

Julio Richter has posed:
Julio gives Lorna a quick, determined nod, his aura already starting to brighten, but when Scott makes the call to hold off on that course of action, he just as readily relaxes again. "It will be a big quake if we do that," he confirms. "Might be dangerous if we're not ready to leave."

Raising an eyebrow as he catches the tail end of Max's explanation, he smirks and comments, "I do demolitions, too. Precision...?" He waggles one hand, at elbow level. "Enh. Maybe on a good day."

As the team moves out, he follows, although his progress through the underbrush is regrettably noisier than the others. He's sneaking, sure, but the kind of sneaking you do to break curfew, not carry out a ninja murder.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna heaved a sigh, rolling her eyes at Scott's words. "Fine.." She muttered, moving to pick up the pace in the direction she'd felt the electrical signals coming from. She paused as they came through the trees to an small clearing. It wasn't large by any means, not compared to the factory they'd seen last night.

But it was also clear from the muddy tracks that this had to have been it. Large footprints had pressed the dirt down into something hard and compact. And there was a large metal opening half way covered by vines. It had clearly been there for a while. But fresher prints could be seen as well, smaller, and scattering in all different directions.

"Well there's the door, and it's metal. So, I'm knock on it. Since you didn't want to deal with the tunnels?" She drawled, and with one more look of confirmation from Scott, raised up her hands and with a screech of metal, ripped the door open.

Immediately, alarms blared from within, and the sound of mechanical movement could be heard within.

"Also, hey, we have company."

Scott Summers has posed:
Scott follows Lorna, wary of an ambush. Which doesn't happen. Maybe the Sentinels don't even have mutant-detection gear. Those devices are expensive and a relatively recent design for the US gov. The Wild Sentinel project is older.

"Lorna," he warns. But the green haired magnetokinetic tears the door open. "I don't think they use that door," he points out a bit too late. "I suppose it doesn't matter." And for once, he doesn't care much, he has been wanting a target to vent some anger since he read the Master Mold files downloaded on CUBE.

Maxwell Wave has posed:
Max's head bobs in affirmation from Blink's explanation. He gazes down at the ball-bearings in his head and nods, considering the portal tip for the future. He cracks a half-smile toward Julio. "Ah well, you seem to have a much grander scale than me."

His head snaps up as the metal door is ripped open. He rears his arm back and takes the perfect pitcher's form before casting his hand forward and hurling the ball-bearings into the opening. A few feet into their trajectory, there is a sharp crack and lurch as the metal balls suddenly shatter the sound barrier.

The effect is one of a very high-powered claymore mine, and there is a terrible racket as the bearings clatter, ricochet, and shatter upon the surfaces and whatever might be dwelling within.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
Clarice is always partial to a stealthy approach but welp, no more stealth now. Doesn't stop her from lifting a brow at Lorna. That was brash! Even for the Princess. Yet what she does is roll her neck, loosening her muscles and getting herself ready for some rumble in the jungle.

Both hands come out of her quiver holding a javelin and she glues herself to a nearby tree, back to it. Perhaps trynig to keep out of sight for the first few moments of the combat so she can catch someone unaware.

Shoulders tense and she gets prepared to react to whatever is coming.

Julio Richter has posed:
Heedless of the alarm (and, for that matter, the sonic boom, which it turns out is covered under his equivalent of Lorna's suntan shield), Julio walks to the edge of the entrance after and peers over the edge after Maxwell's ball bearings drop down the shaft. He shifts his arms through a sort of Tai Chi sequence, focusing and readying his abilities, and waits for the first robot to come into view.

The moment it does, he shifts his arms suddenly, and one wall of the tunnel crashes into the opposite side, a seismic-powered trash compactor. "I do love fighting in tunnels," he says, a touch smugly, before running back from the entrance as the wild sentinels scramble past their crushed colleague.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna cast a look to Scott. "Hey, either approach we made was gonna be messy at this point!" She shrugged, backing up as Maxwell approached to toss in a few ballbearings. She arched a brow, but didn't comment as the sonic boom caused her to wince and clasp her hands over her ears. She might not have heightened senses but it was rather loud all the same.

A glance was spared toward Clarice and she shrugged once. Which is when the first signs of what the Sentinels that had begun to come out looked like. Or at least bits of them. A few unpainted, metal looking strips that looked like... spider legs? Came flying out of the compactor of a tunnel and entry way that Rictor handled. And the ends were left to spark with broken wires and the alike.

The green haired woman grimaced, wrinkling her nose as she shifted around, dirt exploded up around them and a haphazardly constructed Sentinel burst from the ground. It had what looked like part of an old 1950's VW bug for a head. The armor on his torso was jagged and not the smooth finished angles of the standard models. It's headlights flashed, and must have been a placeholder for eyes, as it lacked a face. From its hand came a burst of more small, cat-sized Sentinels. All spinning with multiple legs like spiders and red sensors in the center.

"Here we go!"

Scott Summers has posed:
'Here we go'. It is not working as a battlecry!

"Rictor, give us cover," commands Scott as the Sentinels appear from below and from the door. He shoots a blast from his visor, aiming to the larger Sentinel-thing. From the door come three more robots, man-sized. Sentinel-like heads, but little armor otherwise. Their right arms end up in multi-barreled miniguns. The left are wicked scythe-like blades.

"Amplitude, shields," he tells Max. "Polaris, Blink, destroy them."

Maxwell Wave has posed:
Max focuses on his immediate surroundings, edging closer to the other. Hands raised in rote gesture, his eyes flash brighter for a moment as he exerts his influence just in time to intercept a hailstorm of mini-gun fire.

The bullets change direction, zipping off into the jungle, mowing down the local flora and in some lucky instances, demolishing a few of the cat-sized sentinels who were approaching their flank.

Following orders, he focuses entirely on defense. A few more of the smaller sentinels close on their position, their locomotion slows abruptly, metallic spider legs sinking into the earth as their weight abruptly multiplies.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
Spiders! Oh no no no. Horrible!

But Blink is all ready to receive them, her expression turning into a snarl, eyes squinted, taking a step forward when the call to destroy them comes. A nod is given to Lorna and then she gets into motion, a portal appearing mid-air and she jumping through, coming out above to toss a few javelins down on some of the small sentinels. Sitting ducks really as they are being slowed and stopped by the others. As they get hit they get separated in half, or rather, teleported in half...

And just before she falls on the ground she forms another portal, going back into the protective shields of the group, hopefully before the other sentinels can shoot her down with gunfire.

Julio Richter has posed:
"Be right on it, Cyke!" Julio doesn't look back as he sprints away from the swarm -- he's got vibrational senses for that, and these things are hard to miss as they tromp through the soil. As one bot closes in on him, he leaps and spins, swinging his hands together in a clap that releases an explosive, directed burst of concussive force. The power of it shocks even him, and he's blown backward through the air, arms and legs flailing until he skids to a halt on his backside.

The sentinel, we can be sure, got it much, much worse.

Without even getting up, the geokinetic slams his feet one at a time, repeatedly, taking aim between each stomp. Every time one of his feet connects with the ground, it releases a tiny, speeding Dune-worm of disturbed Earth, each of which terminates as its seismic waves collide to thrust a large, angled wall of rock up in front of each of the other X-men. He's true to his word.

Ric himself slams his arms into the ground on either side of himself, causing the ground he's laying on to collapse and dump him into the tunnel below. Down in the dark, surrounded by rocks, fueled by the Chingual fault, he doesn't need cover. He's quite literally a force of nature.

Lorna Dane has posed:
It was decidedly a good thing all of these Sentinels seemed to be made of metal. Or at least that was what she could sense. She grinned as she floated up into the air, catching swaths of the smaller Sentinels in her magnetic grip and crushing them into finer bits. She was at ease as she floated above the battle ground below that rumbled and shook. She could remotely like an echo of a sense, feel the vibrations from Rictor's powers in soil's iron particles below.

With a Maxwell halting any bullets, and the larger Sentinel taking the brunt of Scott's eyebeam, she shot a concussive blast at the remains, making sure as it toppled over that it wasn't going to get up again.

"Rictor, what are you getting down there?" She called, the area's Sentinels at least for the first wave seemed to have been handled. Clarice's own rapid teleporting cut the various others into their smaller halves.. leaving a tangled mess of metal sparking on the compact dirt beneath them.

She landed, nodding to Scott. "Shall we get in there and see what there's to see? I think we have a break in their lines."

Scott Summers has posed:
Scott blasts to bits a couple of the spider-bots, careful to leave one more or less intact for examination later. Those things were just trying to get on them, not armed. Odd. Or rather, very suspicious.

"Yes, they lack the numbers to overwhelm us. Very good," agrees the tall man. "Rictor, make sure there are no more underground surprises, please." He commands, heading into the factory through the ripped doors. A couple tiny things that might be unarmed maintenance bots skitter away. Scott zaps them into scrap, anyway.

"Clear, but be wary of mechanical traps," he adds, trusting Lorna will disable electronic traps.

Maxwell Wave has posed:
Maxwell allows his concentration to wane once the others had eviscerated and demolished the motley assortment of sentinels. He takes a breath, his heart racing from the thrill of battle. The glow of his eyes mutes to a less brilliant blue. His brow knits as he looks over the wreckage. He murmurs a low, "Wow, you all.. really know what you are doing."

He scans his surroundings once more and begins murmuring the approximate weight of the various sentinel wrecks and the caliber of the munitions from the mini-guns. He follows in behind Scott, maintaining the same concentration. A few moments pass before he announces, "Stop. Deadfall 6 meters ahead."

He'll jog a few steps then focus. A thin layer of earth bows under its own weight then collapses in a cloud of dust, revealing an assortment of jagged spikes constructed of stone and metal.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
Most of Blink's quiver is now depleted after all the tossing around. A few more are formed by her hands, the glowing javelins popping into existence and she placing them back to at least partially refill her quiver but it's clear the toll is getting to her. And she lost her damn hat in the fray. That was the worse thing. She wipes her forehead with the back of her hand and sighs.

With the opening being made and them having a clear way through she proceeds to follow and considering she has no special senses she keeps a bit to the back, not far from Lorna in case she needs protection, eyes turning here and there.

Julio Richter has posed:
With an unholy rumble and a shudder that quite literally tears the Earth asunder, a spire of rock bursts out of the ground, impaling an ursine metal body that seems to be stitched together out of 80s-vintage armored personnel carriers. Not stitched together for very long, though -- the pieces break apart as the cone of rock through its midsection widens.

As the rest of the group rounds a corner past the trap Maxwell disarmed, they might momentarily be surprised to see Ric standing there in the darkness, looking very dirty, glowing a gentle green, and smiling broadly. "Mostly I'm getting sweaty," he answers Lorna's question. "But also..." he hooks a thumb over his shoulder, and behind him, the group can see the space is crisscrossed with spikes and columns of rock, each crushing or impaling a wild automaton. "I cleared out this general area. There might be more, but at least for now they're pretty far away." He falls into step with the rest of this group, an incongruous spring in his step. "I think I'm getting better at this," he comments.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna exhaled a breath, shoving the metal wreckage aside as they made a clear path to the doors she'd opened up before. "Yeah, no problem." She muttered, her hands held up at her sides. The lights that lined the hallway flickered, but didn't die as she sorted through various electrical systems and a few boxes down the hall sparked and blew out.

The green haired woman shot Clarice a smile, and she nodded her head as Maxwell stopped a trap in the middle of their path. "I'm picking up on some major electrical wiring going on to the end of the hall. Maybe a systems room, I think I'm picking up some of the construction in the opposite direction.. down the next hallway? Hard to say. Most of this place is reinforced concrete and iron rebar. But it's got quite a bit of decay going on." Rust was always annoying to deal with, and with the humid jungle outside, and the burrowing the Sentinels had done in the area around them?

Well, the whole place had long since had time to lose to the rainforest jungle. And water getting in had started that process sometime ago. Once the Sentinels had burrowed in and out of the facility, the rains and floods had ruined anything man-made in the lower levels.

Scott Summers has posed:
Scott nods, "it looks haphazardly, but they must build and rebuild basing themselves in just immediate needs. No long-range planning," which means no central intelligence. But wait, they have Brainiac now. "Lead us to the area with most electrical activity, Polaris."

If they have a main building area, that must be it. Perhaps with some kind of centralized data banks al the machines can use. "And communications. They must have some way of getting instructions from orbit," he adds.

Maxwell Wave has posed:
Max kept his head on a swivel but didn't detect any more traps. He lets out a low whistle at some of the additional havoc that Richter imparted upon the base's metallic guardians. He then frowns as he takes in some of the decay and rust. "I wouldn't have been surprised if this place collapsed on its own, but I suppose burrowing robots wouldn't be concerned."

He shrugs, "And one someone like him." He thumbs toward Julio, "I guess we do not need to be too concerned either for now."

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
Clarice taps a piece of debris out of the way, a little spidery leg. Ewww. But for now what she is doing is following along, a nod at the information there's a systems room nearby. "Anyone .., human?" she asks. Because she is sort of unsure if any of them can actually detect people. Might as well ask though!

The destruction wrought by Max and Richter does make her quirk her brows up though. "Thought you had mentioned we didn't have heavy hitters." a smirk given.

Julio Richter has posed:
Julio laughs. "Yeah, I'm good at stopping cave-ins," he tells Max. He still seems oddly giddy for their situation, almost as though he's very slightly high. A heavy hitter he might be, but it seems that he needs to get a handle on the high-octane seismic fuel that has been injected into his system. "Just lead us to the electronics, and I'll keep listening for anything dangerous," he assures Lorna.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna rolled her eyes at Julio, having been there in terms of magnetic boosts herself more than once. Fabian most recently, but previously being close to her father brought about a similar feeling. She heaved a sigh as they came around another bend and there was another large metal door. She smirked, and with a screech against the locking mechanisms, she pried it open as well. "Tada-- your main control room. Or otherwise a strange room filled with far too many electronics and computer parts with back up energy cells in the ceiling." She murmured, and led the way in.

"Scott, you got that thing we were supposed to bring and plug in?" She wasn't sure about computer processes. It wasn't her forte. And she made a point to try to avoid more delicate electronics, unless she wanted to erase their memory.

A glance was spared for Clarice. "Not our typical heavy hitters. I wouldn't mind having Bobby around right now. Might make the humidity less awful." She drawled, shoving her hands into her pockets as she kept her senses cast wide for anything else. "I'm not sure about humans out here. If there are...? I'd have to take a bit more time to sense them." She'd have to concentrate and they were on a time crunch to get out there before anything further from Brainiac showed up or something else leapt up to attack them.

Scott Summers has posed:
"Or a telepath," mentions Scott. Those are always good to find people and improve coordination. "But everybody is working and busy. So, lets get this quickly before more Sentinels can be deployed against us." Pause to scan a bit. "Anything that looks like data storage or alien tech, gets teleported out, destroy everything else. Rictor, get ready to collapse all the tunnels or mines and sink the whole place."

Scott himself begins blasting energy cells. On the principle whatever that needs all that energy here is not a friend.

Clarice Ferguson has posed:
"Humidity. Our one, true enemy." Clarice says with an exhale of breath. The adrenaline was still running high after the fight, but with most of their enemies taken down she felt herself a bit more relieved. Her eyes still darted around, looking within the place. She didn't bring any computer-y things, but doesn't mean she doesn't have two hands of her own. So she moves in close and starts to open drawers, cabinets, whatever she can find.

Some electronics are put aside if she finds any interesting, or at least workable. Specially any type of storage devices!

"I might as well scavenge." And who knows, maybe something could be found.

Maxwell Wave has posed:
"Huh.. Can't say I've personally had the experience of euphoria from forces. Though, this has been quite the show for my senses. Cyclop's beam in particular is.. almost blinding." Maxwell offers a shrug, his eyes glowing vividly within the darkness, casting a hue over himself and his surroundings.

"Don't look at me for anything computer related. I'm no Kitty." He turns and watches the way they came from. "Is our.. umm.. ride.. going to be safe out there?" He wasn't really brief on the aircraft's capabilities. "It would be a long walk home."

He blinks at Cyclop's orders regarding destroying everything else then looks to Julio and Lorna. "I'll just keep watch. You all seem to have it covered in terms of destruction and scavenging."

Lorna Dane has posed:
As thing they needed were teleported out, and away, and the other associated systems started to shut down one by one. Lorna glanced up as another back up alarm blared somewhere in the facility, but as Scott indicated it was time to mop up? She grinned and sent Rictor a look.

"Wellp, you heard our team leader. We're not wasting time with encryption this time. Blink, if you want to get the Black Bird started, I'll meet you there in what five minutes? I think we can demolish everything internally and externally in that time. Or less.." She mused.