Shield of Tomorrow

[Cromartie Sarkissian]

Crichton gave Jen a look that could charitably be called smug. They had known each other for such a long time that the words didn't even need said, the words of course being something along the lines of 'the Foundation effectively lobotomized your team. Great job'.

Jen's nonverbal reply was not safe for work or the ears of children.

"I guess I'd better start at the beginning. They warned that your dosages of amnestics might be a little screwy."

"Approximately one month ago you," She pointed at Lucifer, "and you," she pointed in turn at Corrin, "showed up with at Academy City with a message from one of the Crichtons. There was no identity enclosed, but somehow we were able to tell it was him."
​

Jack carefully avoided looking at Camilla. "John must have gotten off a message before he was captured." He said guiltily.

"The Shield of Tomorrow was already put together by then, our ripoff of the Organization's Team program. Which is yeah, pretty much a suicide squad." She added that last part in response to Kara's question. "I'm not planning on anyone here dying though, okay?" She tried to add reassuringly. It didn't work. "We added Corrin and Lucifer at the last second, and we devised a plan."

"The amnestics were Kerry's idea, and I just let him go with it since he's our tactician." She admitted. "The idea was so that we could fool any psychics guarding the joint, but y'know, our intelligence screwed up and we didn't know that there weren't any, which woulda saved us this headache."

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"Vision. Right." Bea nodded cynically. This guy, he was either an idiot or a sycophant. Didn't really matter which she supposed, she was stuck with a useless banker either way. She really had to get out of the habit of helping the strays she ran across. "It sounds like most of you already met your life partners, so let's get a move on. We don't want to be here when he shows up." She turned away to leave again, when something occurred to her. Turning around once more, she silently counted them, twelve, thirteen, fourteen.
"You're them," She declared, seemingly very randomly to Jen. But then, this entire thing was fairly random to her. The last thing she remembered was returning from the Nexus back home, and them boom, Prisoner Six.

"Jack's going to want to see you." Bea declared, then she dismissed her guards before starting down the path that she had warned the others off of earlier. Stopping near the top of the thing, she turned to look at the group. "Once you start down the rabbit hole, there's no going back." She said sagely, unaware that she'd just quoted the Matrix.

The path was long and winding, and it got hotter and hotter as they went down. If they had been in the Fiery Pit before, then now they felt like Dante descending into the final circles of hell itself.

Finally, after what seemed like eons, they came to a stop at the very bottom of the path where it winded out into, unsurprisingly, a circular platform. At the center of that platform a man and a woman stood talking. The woman was purple haired and well endowed, sporting a once fine dress that she'd had to change into before being captured due to the guards not allowing armor when they dropped you into the Pit, and the other man was handsome if somewhat aged, looking to be in his very late forties. He wore leather pants and a black T-Shirt, his leather trenchcoat having been laid nearby to deal with the heat. Oh, and he was crippled in his right leg, most of his weight being supported by a brace wrapped around said leg.

He turned and flashed a devilish grin at the group, and proudly declared, "You're late."

As Jennifer took her first look upon the cripple that stood before, something loosened itself in her mind. Five years worth of memories broke through the thin veils that had been set within her. Five years. Losing Earth, finding John, Kerry and the others. Running. Running. Running. Finally taking a stand and defending their new home. The Pact's first Team.

She staggered backwards, the force of memories flowing back where they belonged making her stagger. She was Jennifer Tate, the Planeswalker, the defender of worlds. Leader of what amounted to the only stand against the darkness of the Overseer for as long as the history of the universe. And within that crown of memories, there were six others. John…. Jack, he didn't have the same grim air as the other man, he was of them. Slowly, she embraced him, the surprise of which etched itself on his face.

To the left of him, the purple haired girl gave Jen a sour look but she ignored it. After a moment, she released Jack and stepped back, aware that the others were more than likely looking at her like she was crazy. Jack was giving her the same look, but for completely different reasons.

"Amnestics?" He asked.

She gave a small nod of her head, still slightly overwhelmed by the newness of her old memories.

"You really let those creepy assholes poke around in your head?" He said with a surprising amount of vigor, none of it, well, mostly none of it aimed at her.

She crossed her arms, her defiant nature quickly overcoming the shock of the purposefully induced amnesia wearing off. "They're definitely creepy, but they're not all assholes."

He shook his head in silent disagreement while she turned around. It was time to bring her Team back to life. She turned back to the group that had followed her down, Trunks, her partner during the training program, his cool experience as a warrior offsetting her own brashness. Lucifer and Zara, so incredibly strong, the only two that could keep up with each other. Lincoln and Damask, the only two able to unleash the full extent of their powers near each other without harming each other. Namanie and Casshern, both a little dead inside. Jenson and Mukuro, the investigator and the soldier, giving strength where the other had weakness. And finally Two and Corrin, the pair that Jen had seen the least of. All she knew was that Corrin had signed on after Jack and the others had turned themselves in.

These were for better or worse (probably worse), her family away from home.

She spoke two words,

"Scutum cras."

It was latin for Shield of Tomorrow. It was the keyword that would wipe clear the fog that hung over their memories like a heavy rain. The months that they had trained together, the friendships they had built, the truth of who they had become, it would all come back to them.

"You are the Shield of Tomorrow." Jen said gently, "Now remember."

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"Scutum Cras..."
The words echoed around Trunk's mind like a baby's cry in an auditorium, awakening memories left right and center. So many days...months...years of his life returning to him as if they had only been made yesterday. So many friends, foes, victories and defeats...it was stupefying. The fog was finally lifting...he could see clearly once more

The half-Saiyan made a small nod and shut his eyes tight- trying to hold back the flow of emotion for just one moment- to form a damn before the rain flooded the soul. He could not risk transforming in front of the other prisoners...not just yet- he had to keep his ace hidden, or risk blowing whatever it was that was clinging to his wrist

"Team" Trunks muttered, raising his head once more "We've got a job to do, and we wont get it done by just standing here" His words came out monotone- neither bitter nor joking- his one track mind had found its track, and it was prepared to stick to it until the bitter end

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Plagueis snapped, his three hearts beating against his cybernetic rib cage like a brass drum. His attempts to form a facade had resulted in nothing more than a waste of his damn time- these men and women now knew the sith behind the respirator, behind the cloak of hatred and deceit...or at least, were on step closing to finding it out...

With any luck, the memories they would uncover would be broken, fragmented- the cracks in his identity might just remain concealed for now...he may still be able to hold the title of Hego Damask II...
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Lucifer smiled as he looked at her. " My dear, I'm Lucifer Morningstar, the Devil," he said, answering her question very briefly to her without looking away.​

" I guess that we should either stay here or- I don't know, but whatever this is, I am sure that we will figure it out as a group," he said to her.

Lucifer followed deeper, not sure what had caused him the memory loss. He felt like he was forgetting something or someone important to him. He just couldn't place his finger on it. He remembered Decker and all of her annoying associates and Maize, but there was another, well two. He was sure that if it was important, he would remember these men, perhaps they were lost lovers or something. It wasn't like the Devil was strictly heterosexual all the time. Even with the overwhelming memories coming back, he couldn't remember.

Lincoln looked over at Dasmask and he wasn't sure what to say when someone uttered two words. He felt an overwhelming bit of things... hopefully, it would be over soon.

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"Yes yes..." A small grin crawled across the Muun's face "Safety in numbers..."​

 

[Kaykay]

"Vision. Right." Bea nodded cynically. This guy, he was either an idiot or a sycophant. Didn't really matter which she supposed, she was stuck with a useless banker either way. She really had to get out of the habit of helping the strays she ran across. "It sounds like most of you already met your life partners, so let's get a move on. We don't want to be here when he shows up." She turned away to leave again, when something occurred to her. Turning around once more, she silently counted them, twelve, thirteen, fourteen.
"You're them," She declared, seemingly very randomly to Jen. But then, this entire thing was fairly random to her. The last thing she remembered was returning from the Nexus back home, and them boom, Prisoner Six.

"Jack's going to want to see you." Bea declared, then she dismissed her guards before starting down the path that she had warned the others off of earlier. Stopping near the top of the thing, she turned to look at the group. "Once you start down the rabbit hole, there's no going back." She said sagely, unaware that she'd just quoted the Matrix.

The path was long and winding, and it got hotter and hotter as they went down. If they had been in the Fiery Pit before, then now they felt like Dante descending into the final circles of hell itself.

Finally, after what seemed like eons, they came to a stop at the very bottom of the path where it winded out into, unsurprisingly, a circular platform. At the center of that platform a man and a woman stood talking. The woman was purple haired and well endowed, sporting a once fine dress that she'd had to change into before being captured due to the guards not allowing armor when they dropped you into the Pit, and the other man was handsome if somewhat aged, looking to be in his very late forties. He wore leather pants and a black T-Shirt, his leather trenchcoat having been laid nearby to deal with the heat. Oh, and he was crippled in his right leg, most of his weight being supported by a brace wrapped around said leg.

He turned and flashed a devilish grin at the group, and proudly declared, "You're late."

As Jennifer took her first look upon the cripple that stood before, something loosened itself in her mind. Five years worth of memories broke through the thin veils that had been set within her. Five years. Losing Earth, finding John, Kerry and the others. Running. Running. Running. Finally taking a stand and defending their new home. The Pact's first Team.

She staggered backwards, the force of memories flowing back where they belonged making her stagger. She was Jennifer Tate, the Planeswalker, the defender of worlds. Leader of what amounted to the only stand against the darkness of the Overseer for as long as the history of the universe. And within that crown of memories, there were six others. John…. Jack, he didn't have the same grim air as the other man, he was of them. Slowly, she embraced him, the surprise of which etched itself on his face.

To the left of him, the purple haired girl gave Jen a sour look but she ignored it. After a moment, she released Jack and stepped back, aware that the others were more than likely looking at her like she was crazy. Jack was giving her the same look, but for completely different reasons.

"Amnestics?" He asked.

She gave a small nod of her head, still slightly overwhelmed by the newness of her old memories.

"You really let those creepy assholes poke around in your head?" He said with a surprising amount of vigor, none of it, well, mostly none of it aimed at her.

She crossed her arms, her defiant nature quickly overcoming the shock of the purposefully induced amnesia wearing off. "They're definitely creepy, but they're not all assholes."

He shook his head in silent disagreement while she turned around. It was time to bring her Team back to life. She turned back to the group that had followed her down, Trunks, her partner during the training program, his cool experience as a warrior offsetting her own brashness. Lucifer and Zara, so incredibly strong, the only two that could keep up with each other. Lincoln and Damask, the only two able to unleash the full extent of their powers near each other without harming each other. Namanie and Casshern, both a little dead inside. Jenson and Mukuro, the investigator and the soldier, giving strength where the other had weakness. And finally Two and Corrin, the pair that Jen had seen the least of. All she knew was that Corrin had signed on after Jack and the others had turned themselves in.

These were for better or worse (probably worse), her family away from home.

She spoke two words,

"Scutum cras."

It was latin for Shield of Tomorrow. It was the keyword that would wipe clear the fog that hung over their memories like a heavy rain. The months that they had trained together, the friendships they had built, the truth of who they had become, it would all come back to them.

"You are the Shield of Tomorrow." Jen said gently, "Now remember."

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Crichton gave Jen a look that could charitably be called smug. They had known each other for such a long time that the words didn't even need said, the words of course being something along the lines of 'the Foundation effectively lobotomized your team. Great job'.

Jen's nonverbal reply was not safe for work or the ears of children.

"I guess I'd better start at the beginning. They warned that your dosages of amnestics might be a little screwy."

"Approximately one month ago you," She pointed at Lucifer, "and you," she pointed in turn at Corrin, "showed up with at Academy City with a message from one of the Crichtons. There was no identity enclosed, but somehow we were able to tell it was him."
​

Jack carefully avoided looking at Camilla. "John must have gotten off a message before he was captured." He said guiltily.

"The Shield of Tomorrow was already put together by then, our ripoff of the Organization's Team program. Which is yeah, pretty much a suicide squad." She added that last part in response to Kara's question. "I'm not planning on anyone here dying though, okay?" She tried to add reassuringly. It didn't work. "We added Corrin and Lucifer at the last second, and we devised a plan."

"The amnestics were Kerry's idea, and I just let him go with it since he's our tactician." She admitted. "The idea was so that we could fool any psychics guarding the joint, but y'know, our intelligence screwed up and we didn't know that there weren't any, which woulda saved us this headache."

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Oh, well, that saved her some confusion. Turning to her newly remembered partner, Namanie simply shrugged. She had basically joined up with them in the first place out of a rather vague interest in whatever it was they were doing, and in the end stuck around simply because she'd started it.

Upon hearing what Jen had to say, the girl just gave a noncommittal shrug.

"Oh, right. Casshern." She greeted her partner blandly, like someone who was on the verge of falling asleep. "Guess we should...do the thing?"

What thing she was referring to was unknown, even to her.

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Casshern, who evidently had been out of it for a small while, lost in his own thoughts to pay attention to what the other unknown forces would say (though he instinctively furrowed his brow a little at Bea's mentioning of "lifelong partners," regardless of whether she was being facetious or not), was going through the motions for quite a bit, unsure of what to do or how to respond to Namanie's initial inquiry of where to go and what to do at the given moment.

Still, it looked like he was being signed up for some... organization? Judging from the words that their (possible) captors were spouting. A Shield of Tomorrow? What in...?

He only raised an eyebrow when Jennifer would attempt to explain it further as well. For as advanced as his body was, his mind could almost be considered primitive as he tried to process all this.

Still, he would snap back to reality when Namanie would call to him by his name. Something that he had yet to give. Something that he'd hoped he wouldn't have to give, but it looked like it was too late for that. Even if it was fate or the will of these mysterious people that he stick with this person, he was still apprehensive towards this outcome that he could not combat. People around him had a tendency of dying, so he generally spent his time avoiding people for that purpose.

This was troublesome, in other words.

"I... suppose so. Though, what exactly are we supposed to be doing escapes me at the moment," Casshern would reply, saying what Namanie seemed to be thinking, "It'd be quite troubling if our immediate objective was to get to know each other better, because... Someone like you shouldn't be involved with someone like me. I'm... unstable," he simply said, giving the redhead an almost apologetically somber look, almost as though he pitied her in a way.

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Kara just shook her head, it looks like this was a liiitle too much for the young superheroine to take in, but she wasn't completely overwhelmed either, and was able to understand the basic idea of what was going on.

"Then we better hope you stick to your plan." She said, obviously referring to the mention of well, them dying not being on their list of things planned, fortunately.

At least this wasn't really as much of a Suicide Squad as she had suspected at first, but with any luck... They would not have any casualties after they got through this, however, Kara wasn't completely confident things would stay this way, as her powers appeared to have taken quite the hit.
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Lucifer was fine with this to a certain extent. He understand that he and the other girl had delivered the message, by why deleted the memories of them and then bring them back? Sometimes mortals made no sense to him either.

"Well, I imagine that if we don't stick to the plan, we are going to get hurt, plus nobody deserves to be captured. I imagine that the critchon was a friend at least,"" he said.

Lucifer looked at the notation of a suicide squad, but he wasn't a fan of dying. He didn't exactly feel immortal and he wondered how much of his powers that he still had and how much of it had been taken away. He had certainly lost a memory of at least two people and that did indeed bother him a whole damn lot.​

"Yes yes..." A small grin crawled across the Muun's face "Safety in numbers..."​

Lincoln looked at him. "Yea, safety in numbers," he said, processing everything else.

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[Kaykay]

"You too, huh?"

Darn. Neither of them knew what they were doing. She didn't really want to just follow someone else blindly, but if neither she nor her appointed partner knew, there was no helping it. As he continued on, she just scratched her head and thought about it. Someone like her? What did that mean, anyway? A girl? A teenager? A style user?

Though if his reasoning for it all was that he was unstable, then she could only give yet another shrug. When it came to unstable people, few had as much experience as her. After all, all those who had attended the Jet Black Bride competition were horribly, horribly out of the scale of normal people in terms of sanity.

"I mean, if you hate me that much, I guess. I don't really know what it's like to hang around stable people anyway."

Either she'd know little about her situation and her partner, or she'd know little about her situation. Hopefully it'd end up being the latter, but it wasn't up to her now was it?

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[Thuro 116 Pendragon]

Turning to Jen, a wiseass smirk plastered wide on his face, he embraced her in a big hug. "I have taught you well Jen-san. Wiping half your team's memories and coordination before the starting line is definitely is classic Crichton."

Jen kneed him right between the legs, hard. It wasn't a gentle little nuzzle. She was a linebacker going for the quarterback.

Crichton went down like a sack of potatoes, wheezing out; "My Admiral Ackbars."


While Crichton was distracted and the group were probably thinking what an idiot he was, a girl walked in. She had slightly wide hips, but from the way she crushed the earth below her, she had to weigh at least eight hundred pounds.

"I never did understand you John, pardon me, Jack. All these colinquisms and pop culture references, what is it all for?" The mocking voice came from a short redheaded girl that barely came up to his chest, or would have if he wasn't currently kneeling on the ground due to massive testicular damage.

"I hate that one so much," Jack muttered, though whether he was referring to Jen's particular brand of kick-fu or the girl that was mocking him we'll never know.

"Why don't use just go shut off." Jack snapped at the red headed girl. "You know the Weapon isn't down here."

"Oh I know John." The girl began, not seemingly caring about his identity, or perhaps just trying to vex the clone. She could be very vexing. "But, you're absolutely blooming with the Time God's power. I figure, if he's trapped wherever you sent the Box, then killing you would delimit his power."

"Delimit's a big word to be coming out of that mouth." Crichton shot back crankily. He knew exactly what this 'woman' was, and sending in Jen's squad unaware would be tantamount to suicide.

Sadly Jen popped into the conversation with her usual tact. "Did you pork her Crichton?" The look on her face told everyone what she thought of his Kirkish ways.

Even more sadly the redheaded girl had already been speaking when Jen interrupted, the following statement reinforcing everyone's views about his habits.

"Why don't you fill it with something else instead?" The redheaded girl's sensuous smile turned to a mocking smirk. When she spoke again, her voice was deeper, with masculine overtones but retaining the feminine undertones, creating an eery chorus effect. An eery chorus effect with a distinctly British accent. "I am truly sorry John. I couldn't resist driving the knife a little deeper. Did you know I know everything Saffron knew at the time of the Kill Order? She died thinking that you betrayed her, it was truly moving. She thought you cared about her."

His face stony, Jack barked an order that probably wasn't his to give. "Kill it."

All right. This Jen could get behind, she wasn't an assassin, but she had no qualms about roughing the girl up a lot. She was freakin creeping her out.

"Be careful, it's metal." John added, and Jen nearly shat herself. A Terminator, here, fighting them, powerless. It was going to be a bloodbath. She stepped into line beside Trunks, settling into her combat stance. It was a generic form that she could move from form to form of the Pact's own style of mixed martial arts from a half dozen worlds, most notably the rigid but effective Peacekeeper forms, the hyper light and agile movements of the Huntresses, and the sheer adaptability and subtlety of Kerry's already personalized style. Not to mention Saiyan martial arts, that had been a lot of fun to learn.

"Without our powers, the most durable need to be on the front, taking the worst beating, with the lighter fighters sweeping in and nipping at her heels." She immediately moved to the front of the fighters, despite the fact that her with her powers gone she was one of the most squishy fighters in the group. Too bad though, she was not letting the others do the heavy lifting.

The metal rolled it's eyes then shrugged. "This is going to be droll." It said boredly.

"Target the head." Jen advised. "Less armor, and if we can get the CPU it'll die."

Jen darted forward, her movement a signal for the others to attack. She darted a quick jab towards the Terminator's face, not hoping to make any sort of even superficial damage, but rather to confuse it's optical sensors long enough to free up a strike from Trunks or Casshern or any of the other strong ones in her group.
The move was tracked and did indeed occupy the metal's eyes, the Terminator's hand snaking up and grabbing Jen around the forearm, casually turning a mere inch to the left and snapping Jen's arm. The sound of snapping bone filled the air as it casually flung her aside.

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[Verite]

"... Sorry. I didn't mean to give you that impression," Casshern quickly replied to Namanie concerning the remark about him supposedly hating her, at least, how he interpreted it. Perhaps the remarks about not wanting to associate with her was rude, but even so, it was something he genuinely believed; it was for her own good that she stayed away from him, even if she might possess some special ability that he didn't know of, considering that a team called the "Shield of Tomorrow" would imply that a number of strongmen and women had been gathered to perform some sort of specific task.

"It's just that..." He began to say, but the more the robot thought of the situation, the more awkward he felt, and even a hint of feeling pretentious hit his emotions the more he thought about this Shield business, "... Can you handle yourself, miss... Namanie, was it?"

He was about to say more, before something unexpected would happen.

"... Excuse me."

Upon instinct, his systems would materialize a helmet and facemask on him when Jen's arm would be snapped by the hostile machine known as a Terminator, his eyes glowing a bright cyan in sync with the sound of the bone snapping. He didn't know this human well, or even at all, but even so, something stirred within him.

The will to preserve life.

This machine interfered with that life, so it had to be eliminated.

Dashing towards the hostile entity, he moved like the robot he looked like, with superhuman speeds to boot. The woman had earlier mentioned something about lost powers, implying that they were weakened, though as far as he was concerned, that was mere speculation until testing could prove otherwise, or the extent of it.

That said, Casshern would jab his palm forward right at the Terminator's chest, hoping to impale it if he was strong enough. From his quick analysis, the target didn't seem particularly fast or agile at all, so this should just...!

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Lucifer was fine with this to a certain extent. He understand that he and the other girl had delivered the message, by why deleted the memories of them and then bring them back? Sometimes mortals made no sense to him either.

"Well, I imagine that if we don't stick to the plan, we are going to get hurt, plus nobody deserves to be captured. I imagine that the critchon was a friend at least,"" he said.

Lucifer looked at the notation of a suicide squad, but he wasn't a fan of dying. He didn't exactly feel immortal and he wondered how much of his powers that he still had and how much of it had been taken away. He had certainly lost a memory of at least two people and that did indeed bother him a whole damn lot.​

Lincoln looked at him. "Yea, safety in numbers," he said, processing everything else.

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Turning to Jen, a wiseass smirk plastered wide on his face, he embraced her in a big hug. "I have taught you well Jen-san. Wiping half your team's memories and coordination before the starting line is definitely is classic Crichton."

Jen kneed him right between the legs, hard. It wasn't a gentle little nuzzle. She was a linebacker going for the quarterback.

Crichton went down like a sack of potatoes, wheezing out; "My Admiral Ackbars."


While Crichton was distracted and the group were probably thinking what an idiot he was, a girl walked in. She had slightly wide hips, but from the way she crushed the earth below her, she had to weigh at least eight hundred pounds.

"I never did understand you John, pardon me, Jack. All these colinquisms and pop culture references, what is it all for?" The mocking voice came from a short redheaded girl that barely came up to his chest, or would have if he wasn't currently kneeling on the ground due to massive testicular damage.

"I hate that one so much," Jack muttered, though whether he was referring to Jen's particular brand of kick-fu or the girl that was mocking him we'll never know.

"Why don't use just go shut off." Jack snapped at the red headed girl. "You know the Weapon isn't down here."

"Oh I know John." The girl began, not seemingly caring about his identity, or perhaps just trying to vex the clone. She could be very vexing. "But, you're absolutely blooming with the Time God's power. I figure, if he's trapped wherever you sent the Box, then killing you would delimit his power."

"Delimit's a big word to be coming out of that mouth." Crichton shot back crankily. He knew exactly what this 'woman' was, and sending in Jen's squad unaware would be tantamount to suicide.

Sadly Jen popped into the conversation with her usual tact. "Did you pork her Crichton?" The look on her face told everyone what she thought of his Kirkish ways.

Even more sadly the redheaded girl had already been speaking when Jen interrupted, the following statement reinforcing everyone's views about his habits.

"Why don't you fill it with something else instead?" The redheaded girl's sensuous smile turned to a mocking smirk. When she spoke again, her voice was deeper, with masculine overtones but retaining the feminine undertones, creating an eery chorus effect. An eery chorus effect with a distinctly British accent. "I am truly sorry John. I couldn't resist driving the knife a little deeper. Did you know I know everything Saffron knew at the time of the Kill Order? She died thinking that you betrayed her, it was truly moving. She thought you cared about her."

His face stony, Jack barked an order that probably wasn't his to give. "Kill it."

All right. This Jen could get behind, she wasn't an assassin, but she had no qualms about roughing the girl up a lot. She was freakin creeping her out.

"Be careful, it's metal." John added, and Jen nearly shat herself. A Terminator, here, fighting them, powerless. It was going to be a bloodbath. She stepped into line beside Trunks, settling into her combat stance. It was a generic form that she could move from form to form of the Pact's own style of mixed martial arts from a half dozen worlds, most notably the rigid but effective Peacekeeper forms, the hyper light and agile movements of the Huntresses, and the sheer adaptability and subtlety of Kerry's already personalized style. Not to mention Saiyan martial arts, that had been a lot of fun to learn.

"Without our powers, the most durable need to be on the front, taking the worst beating, with the lighter fighters sweeping in and nipping at her heels." She immediately moved to the front of the fighters, despite the fact that her with her powers gone she was one of the most squishy fighters in the group. Too bad though, she was not letting the others do the heavy lifting.

The metal rolled it's eyes then shrugged. "This is going to be droll." It said boredly.

"Target the head." Jen advised. "Less armor, and if we can get the CPU it'll die."

Jen darted forward, her movement a signal for the others to attack. She darted a quick jab towards the Terminator's face, not hoping to make any sort of even superficial damage, but rather to confuse it's optical sensors long enough to free up a strike from Trunks or Casshern or any of the other strong ones in her group.
The move was tracked and did indeed occupy the metal's eyes, the Terminator's hand snaking up and grabbing Jen around the forearm, casually turning a mere inch to the left and snapping Jen's arm. The sound of snapping bone filled the air as it casually flung her aside.

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Kara In-Ze (Supergirl)
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Kara was scratching her head in response to the bickering amongst some of their group members, unsure what to make of what they were saying, that was until a new threat presented itself, in the form of a robot girl. As soon as John mentioned that it was metal, the pieces suddenly came together... In fact, Supergirl knew of a particular "metal" human that she had to deal with on a consistent basis; Metallo. Despite her somewhat weakened state, and being unable to fly, Kara did not hesitate to rise to action.

Raising her fist in preparation, she took a combatative stance.

"Over here, chrome dome!" She shouted.

Then, using her naturally enhance reflexes and strength, despite having to hold back to conserve her strength, she didn't hesitate to charge straight towards the "terminator" aiming to deliver a heavy blow to it's head. With any luck, unlike Metallo, this cyborg wouldn't be powered by kryptonite... And apparantly, it had some sort of CPU in it's head that they had to take out... Piece of cake, right?

She was still strong enough to take some hits, and deal some good damage... But unlike on earth, she would have to bide her time, and gradually whittle this machine down... Because here, she couldn't afford to waste all her energy just to knock a cyborg's head off, only to leave her useless to fight any future battles, but she still could use enough strength to hopefully put this machine out of commision, or at the very least hold it off until another team member could help her finish it, as she noticed someone else taking a jab at it already... Literally, with their bare hands as well.
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[Kaykay]

Could she handle herself? A pointless question, but then again it wasn't like he knew the full extent of her abilities, and likewise. Though in the end, she didn't get a chance to answer as some strange woman who was apparently made out of metal chose to engage the group in combat.

The sword wielder took her time drawing her sword, having just drawn it as Casshern and the girl's blows flew. With too many at a time, they couldn't all attack at once, unless they wanted to beat each other up. Not to mention supposedly any abilities that they had wouldn't work, so she wasn't quite sure how they planned to punch through metal.

But Namanie didn't want to have her arm broken like Jen, so she'd have to try to do something about it as well.

With a quick movement, she dashed around the room, positioning herself behind the Terminator hardly a second after her sword had been drawn. Her body turned as if she were swinging a baseball bat, putting as much power as she could into the slash aimed at the machine's neck. She was skilled enough to slice steel, but was that enough?

@Verite @Thuro 116 Pendragon @everyone​

 

[LuckycoolHawk9]

Kara was scratching her head in response to the bickering amongst some of their group members, unsure what to make of what they were saying, that was until a new threat presented itself, in the form of a robot girl. As soon as John mentioned that it was metal, the pieces suddenly came together... In fact, Supergirl knew of a particular "metal" human that she had to deal with on a consistent basis; Metallo. Despite her somewhat weakened state, and being unable to fly, Kara did not hesitate to rise to action.

Raising her fist in preparation, she took a combatative stance.

"Over here, chrome dome!" She shouted.

Then, using her naturally enhance reflexes and strength, despite having to hold back to conserve her strength, she didn't hesitate to charge straight towards the "terminator" aiming to deliver a heavy blow to it's head. With any luck, unlike Metallo, this cyborg wouldn't be powered by kryptonite... And apparantly, it had some sort of CPU in it's head that they had to take out... Piece of cake, right?

She was still strong enough to take some hits, and deal some good damage... But unlike on earth, she would have to bide her time, and gradually whittle this machine down... Because here, she couldn't afford to waste all her energy just to knock a cyborg's head off, only to leave her useless to fight any future battles, but she still could use enough strength to hopefully put this machine out of commision, or at the very least hold it off until another team member could help her finish it, as she noticed someone else taking a jab at it already... Literally, with their bare hands as well.

Lucifer groaned and muttered under his breath. " Why am I always chained to the damn people who like to run into the line of fire without any thought?" He asked no one in particular. He tried to use his telekinesis to move the robot back from hurting others.

Lincoln wasn't sure what to do. He attempted to use his electricity by starting with a small spark.

@Cromartie Sarkissian @york @Thuro 116 Pendragon @Meh post

 

[Thuro 116 Pendragon]

Though the machine had something housed in it's mind that didn't belong, it was still a Terminator at nuclear power source. It still had all of it's reference points for human anatomy, specifically killing human anatomy. Casshern was emitting anomalous energy pulses inconsistent with a human, that meant he was not human, and another machine. As a helmet fitted over his head from seemingly nowhere, the AI within the Terminator reviewed the schematics of known Terminators.

/Reviewing

/Reviewing

/No match found

The closest match it could find was the experimental TOK175 unit, but the physical sheathe didn't match. That meant that the other machine was both outside of Skynet and human manufacture, leaving the Terminator with a scant amount of data to work off of, a dangerous situation for any living organism.

/Scanning

/Scanning

The unit titled Casshern was halfway towards him now, and the Terminator still hadn't devised an effective means of countering him. The force with which unit 'Casshern' punched would tear straight through the machine. Dodging to the left or right was a plan with less than a four percent chance success due to the incredible speed he was moving at. Calculating further strategies….

/Calculating

/Calculating

Calculati- "Oh bloody hell. It's no wonder your kind was never able to kill Sarah Connor. If you're going to do something, do it right."

/Extracting_martialartscombat.7z

The Terminator tracked a second figure moving at similar speed to Casshern. Avoidance similarly improbable. It tracked her to out of it's visual range and then used her angle of movement and position to calculate with an eighty seven degree percent of probably her final destination, right behind it. Combined with Jen's suggestion of attacking it's head, the Terminator deduced that she intended to slash at it's head.

Coltan hyperalloy was commonly classified as a super metal, but it would be taking an extra and unnecessary margin of risk to test it's strength against the strength of the metals in Namanie's sword.

Additionally, it could see the Argoanpreparing for a strike. A direct strike from any yellow sun powered Argoan was destroy it instantly, but scanning the subject it found less of the energy outpouring from her than the average yellow sun exposed Argoan. Conclusion, she wasn't strong enough to destroy it with a second strike while Casshern was and Namanie possibly was. It demoted Kara to a secondary threat in this immediate second.

Casshern had almost crossed the space between them now. Using the forms gathered from it's rapid instruction in the martial arts of Tai Chi among others, it took Casshern's blow straight to the stomach, pitching it's arms forward and slamming both it's hands open palmed into Casshern, redirecting half of the force of the blow into the other machine. This also had two other side effects, the first lowering it's head below Namanie's swinging blade, the second throwing the Terminator's hips backwards into Namanie, transferring the remaining kinetic energy into her.

The thing that was riding inside it's head mocked Casshern; saying, "You value life do you? Then I will show you the true worth of a human life. Before you leave this Pit, you will have killed what you love."

Coming up a half a second after the duo, Kara's fist slammed into the Terminator's skull, sending such a shock up to it's face that it cut off the passenger's gloating and indeed, caused a two point seven six second blackout for the others to regroup and redouble their efforts. The trio's attack had damaged it, but it was still seventy six percent operational.

Upon trying to use their powers Lucifer and Lincoln's wrist bands would begin to scream with a menacing electronic noise. It looked like they were going to have to fight the thing the old fashioned way. A few extra pairs of swords poked through as Namanie's skirt danced this way and that. Perhaps if they were to ask her, she would share with them.

@york @Verite @Kaykay @LuckycoolHawk9​

 

[York]

Though the machine had something housed in it's mind that didn't belong, it was still a Terminator at nuclear power source. It still had all of it's reference points for human anatomy, specifically killing human anatomy. Casshern was emitting anomalous energy pulses inconsistent with a human, that meant he was not human, and another machine. As a helmet fitted over his head from seemingly nowhere, the AI within the Terminator reviewed the schematics of known Terminators.

/Reviewing

/Reviewing

/No match found

The closest match it could find was the experimental TOK175 unit, but the physical sheathe didn't match. That meant that the other machine was both outside of Skynet and human manufacture, leaving the Terminator with a scant amount of data to work off of, a dangerous situation for any living organism.

/Scanning

/Scanning

The unit titled Casshern was halfway towards him now, and the Terminator still hadn't devised an effective means of countering him. The force with which unit 'Casshern' punched would tear straight through the machine. Dodging to the left or right was a plan with less than a four percent chance success due to the incredible speed he was moving at. Calculating further strategies….

/Calculating

/Calculating

Calculati- "Oh bloody hell. It's no wonder your kind was never able to kill Sarah Connor. If you're going to do something, do it right."

/Extracting_martialartscombat.7z

The Terminator tracked a second figure moving at similar speed to Casshern. Avoidance similarly improbable. It tracked her to out of it's visual range and then used her angle of movement and position to calculate with an eighty seven degree percent of probably her final destination, right behind it. Combined with Jen's suggestion of attacking it's head, the Terminator deduced that she intended to slash at it's head.

Coltan hyperalloy was commonly classified as a super metal, but it would be taking an extra and unnecessary margin of risk to test it's strength against the strength of the metals in Namanie's sword.

Additionally, it could see the Argoanpreparing for a strike. A direct strike from any yellow sun powered Argoan was destroy it instantly, but scanning the subject it found less of the energy outpouring from her than the average yellow sun exposed Argoan. Conclusion, she wasn't strong enough to destroy it with a second strike while Casshern was and Namanie possibly was. It demoted Kara to a secondary threat in this immediate second.

Casshern had almost crossed the space between them now. Using the forms gathered from it's rapid instruction in the martial arts of Tai Chi among others, it took Casshern's blow straight to the stomach, pitching it's arms forward and slamming both it's hands open palmed into Casshern, redirecting half of the force of the blow into the other machine. This also had two other side effects, the first lowering it's head below Namanie's swinging blade, the second throwing the Terminator's hips backwards into Namanie, transferring the remaining kinetic energy into her.

The thing that was riding inside it's head mocked Casshern; saying, "You value life do you? Then I will show you the true worth of a human life. Before you leave this Pit, you will have killed what you love."

Coming up a half a second after the duo, Kara's fist slammed into the Terminator's skull, sending such a shock up to it's face that it cut off the passenger's gloating and indeed, caused a two point seven six second blackout for the others to regroup and redouble their efforts. The trio's attack had damaged it, but it was still seventy six percent operational.

Upon trying to use their powers Lucifer and Lincoln's wrist bands would begin to scream with a menacing electronic noise. It looked like they were going to have to fight the thing the old fashioned way. A few extra pairs of swords poked through as Namanie's skirt danced this way and that. Perhaps if they were to ask her, she would share with them.

@york @Verite @Kaykay @LuckycoolHawk9​

Kara In-Ze (Supergirl)
@Thuro 116 Pendragon @Verite @Kaykay @LuckycoolHawk9

Kara recovered from her punch quickly, looks like her punches still had a kick to them... Though granted she was alot weaker than she would have liked, but seeing that the Terminator was notably effected by her hits, she didn't hesitated to prepare for another one, but not before stopping to make a somewhat... Cocky remark, being her headstrong self.

"Guess you're pretty thickheaded... For a robot." She said...

Despite that little comment, Kara wasted no time, as she was on the move again, this time aiming for a heavy kick to it's abdomen followed by a hard blow with both of her hands to the machine's cranium. Though she was nowhere close to full strength, it looks like Kara was perfectly capable of handling the situation... Presuming there weren't other complications she had forgotten to take into account...​

 

[LuckycoolHawk9]

Lucifer growled when his powers didn't work and he noticed that someone- had swords sticking out of her panties. Yeah, no, he wasn;'t about to touch that with a twenty foot pole at all. He considered his options and decided it, fuck it. He charged in, attempting to throw a punch on the Terminator.

Lincoln looked through his medcine pack, to see if he had brought a sedative. Perhaps he could sedate her.

@york @Verite @Kaykay @Thuro 116 Pendragon

 

[Kaykay]

"...!"

Namanie grunted as she was hit by the hip check. It hurt, but she'd been hit by worse. She temporarily thought about just pretending it hurt so much she was out of combat and letting the others take care of it, but then again there was no guarantee they had it under control. Guess she had to really go for it after all.

Using the 2.76 second blackout as an opportunity, she kept her position behind the terminator, swinging her sword low as she went for the robot's legs. If they could stop its movements, killing it would become a simple task.

@Verite @york @Thuro 116 Pendragon @LuckycoolHawk9​

 

[Mighty Roman]

"Ah sod it," said David, flippantly. He's tried leaving the fighting to the spandexperts, but it appeared that the Topshop equivalents of Dad's Army weren't going too well against The Terminator. Time to go bloody Super-Saiyan'-
[spoili][/spoili][spoili][/spoili][spoili][/spoili][spoili]
Inside his mind, David could see the heavily regulated personalities inside his mind's eye. Most were locked up. Sedate. Time to start a riot. David tore off the doors to the nearest cell, encountering a cowering, octopus-like creature.
Tyrannix the Abominoid.
"Why me?!' shrieked the psychic squid. "'Cos you're a slimey, weak thing who makes a great backpack." And with that, David ripped Tyrannix off of the floor, fashioned 4 of it's limbs into a backpack, and slung him across his back. The power of Telepathy is now mine.
But who next? The Origamist? Mycolojester? So any personas, so little time, every second passing being another second that the others could be killed in. He simply dived clumsily towards the nearest personality, a lumbering lava creature. Tossing it towards the floor, David threw a hard right hook and-
[/spoili]
Outta the way, tights, this is how ya' do it- He released a torrent of flame into the Terminator's metal flesh. Then another. Tyrannix's mind powers wouldn't do much to the mindless machine, so instead, he'd have to attack the creature's matter...
@Thuro 116 Pendragon @EveryoneElse

 

[Cromartie Sarkissian]

Though the machine had something housed in it's mind that didn't belong, it was still a Terminator at nuclear power source. It still had all of it's reference points for human anatomy, specifically killing human anatomy. Casshern was emitting anomalous energy pulses inconsistent with a human, that meant he was not human, and another machine. As a helmet fitted over his head from seemingly nowhere, the AI within the Terminator reviewed the schematics of known Terminators.

/Reviewing

/Reviewing

/No match found

The closest match it could find was the experimental TOK175 unit, but the physical sheathe didn't match. That meant that the other machine was both outside of Skynet and human manufacture, leaving the Terminator with a scant amount of data to work off of, a dangerous situation for any living organism.

/Scanning

/Scanning

The unit titled Casshern was halfway towards him now, and the Terminator still hadn't devised an effective means of countering him. The force with which unit 'Casshern' punched would tear straight through the machine. Dodging to the left or right was a plan with less than a four percent chance success due to the incredible speed he was moving at. Calculating further strategies….

/Calculating

/Calculating

Calculati- "Oh bloody hell. It's no wonder your kind was never able to kill Sarah Connor. If you're going to do something, do it right."

/Extracting_martialartscombat.7z

The Terminator tracked a second figure moving at similar speed to Casshern. Avoidance similarly improbable. It tracked her to out of it's visual range and then used her angle of movement and position to calculate with an eighty seven degree percent of probably her final destination, right behind it. Combined with Jen's suggestion of attacking it's head, the Terminator deduced that she intended to slash at it's head.

Coltan hyperalloy was commonly classified as a super metal, but it would be taking an extra and unnecessary margin of risk to test it's strength against the strength of the metals in Namanie's sword.

Additionally, it could see the Argoanpreparing for a strike. A direct strike from any yellow sun powered Argoan was destroy it instantly, but scanning the subject it found less of the energy outpouring from her than the average yellow sun exposed Argoan. Conclusion, she wasn't strong enough to destroy it with a second strike while Casshern was and Namanie possibly was. It demoted Kara to a secondary threat in this immediate second.

Casshern had almost crossed the space between them now. Using the forms gathered from it's rapid instruction in the martial arts of Tai Chi among others, it took Casshern's blow straight to the stomach, pitching it's arms forward and slamming both it's hands open palmed into Casshern, redirecting half of the force of the blow into the other machine. This also had two other side effects, the first lowering it's head below Namanie's swinging blade, the second throwing the Terminator's hips backwards into Namanie, transferring the remaining kinetic energy into her.

The thing that was riding inside it's head mocked Casshern; saying, "You value life do you? Then I will show you the true worth of a human life. Before you leave this Pit, you will have killed what you love."

Coming up a half a second after the duo, Kara's fist slammed into the Terminator's skull, sending such a shock up to it's face that it cut off the passenger's gloating and indeed, caused a two point seven six second blackout for the others to regroup and redouble their efforts. The trio's attack had damaged it, but it was still seventy six percent operational.

Upon trying to use their powers Lucifer and Lincoln's wrist bands would begin to scream with a menacing electronic noise. It looked like they were going to have to fight the thing the old fashioned way. A few extra pairs of swords poked through as Namanie's skirt danced this way and that. Perhaps if they were to ask her, she would share with them.

@york @Verite @Kaykay @LuckycoolHawk9​

"...!"

Namanie grunted as she was hit by the hip check. It hurt, but she'd been hit by worse. She temporarily thought about just pretending it hurt so much she was out of combat and letting the others take care of it, but then again there was no guarantee they had it under control. Guess she had to really go for it after all.

Using the 2.76 second blackout as an opportunity, she kept her position behind the terminator, swinging her sword low as she went for the robot's legs. If they could stop its movements, killing it would become a simple task.

@Verite @york @Thuro 116 Pendragon @LuckycoolHawk9​

Trunks twitched. That word.

Metal

It had so many meanings

An alloy, a type of element, a valuable ore

But then again...it was also slang term, one used by the revolutionaries back in his future

A slang term meaning "Machine"

His head began to spin

Machines....here...not....its...impossible!
He had watched them burn in the peaceful timeline, ripped apart by Gohan's onslaught; he had claimed the privilege of doing it himself in his own timeline.

Androids 17 and 18- the ravagers of his timeline. Disguised in human form, the twins slaughtered mankind, culling them like mad dogs...

He had sacrificed so much to eradicate them the first time round...his childhood, his innocence...his master.

Was it all in vain? Had Doctor Gero simply pumped out an advanced model, ready to strike down the last of the Saiyans while he was at his weakest?

Trunks' heart began to beat against his chest like a drum. He couldn't allow it... he wouldn't allow it! Whether he was up against 1 android or 1 million, he would fight down to the bitter end; they could never destroy what he truly was- an ideal.

The rage was simply a damn...and the damn had broken

"I will not let you destroy anything else, you....appliance!"

Trunk's dormant power came rushing to the surface as his anger began to peak, forcing whatever power dampeners he was wearing to their utmost limits. They were trying to hold back his Saiyan powers....his heritage...but even they were not strong enough to contain the power of a Super Saiyan!

He lunged forward, snatching a sword from Namine's skirt: there was no time for pleasantries, only action. He held the blade tight within his finger in a forward grip, letting his wrist hand back as he dashed. His muscles seemed to burn with anticipation as he approached his jump; this was the moment.

The only sound that followed was the near silent gasp of his boot leaving the earth has he made his attack, his mind intent on stealth. He had no Ki left to boost his strength or speed beyond that of anybody else in the room, let alone fire an energy blast- he had to rely on his wits. Maybe he did appear to be a Super Saiyan...but he could not tap into the power quite yet...there had to be another way

His mind fell back to Gohan

C'mon Trunks the voice of his master echoed You can't just decide you want to be a Super Saiyan and have it just happen! It's born from a need, not a desire-- it will happen when it needs to happen. In the meantime, you need to learn how to fight the same way Mr.Piccolo taught me...With my mind

Yes...that was it...

He possessed the one thing the android did not- an imagination. No matter how hard it would try, the Terminator would try, it could never accurately predict the extent of human ingenuity...and human stupidity. That is the sole reason Gero's ambition failed, and so would Skynet

Trunks kicked back off the machine's chest, rolling once in the air, before cartwheeling back into his original position. From there, he threw the small blade across to cavern, aiming not that the creature's face or at its chip, but instead at its neck; the sword would be too blunt to chip whatever advanced metals clung to its frame...but he could at least lodge its head in place if he could get the weapon stuck beneath the Infiltration Unit's chin

That would help keep the tin-man open for Namanie's follow up attack

From there, Trunks made his own dash, plunging his bare knuckles into the android's ribcage, bloodying his knuckles in the process.

Damn... he just wasn't strong enough...

This machine...it must be like one of Dr.Gero's androids...It must have a weakness somewhere....

A bomb!

Of course! All of Gero's machines had bombs in their chest incase they revolted against him; this "Terminator" was probably no different. It had to be powered by something unnatural, like the InfiniteEnerergy processors of the C-1+ androids...something elxplosive

All he had to do was break his power dampener

If it exploded, it would undoubably destroy his arm, maybe even kill him, but it would at least open up the Android's chest cavity, and from there, it could finally be taken down. If it did take his arm off, then the Team would undoubtably have some form of prospetic limb expert on hand...right?

No, it was simply wishful thinking...childish wishful thinking...there had to be a better way...there had to be!

@Thuro 116 Pendragon


He had the one thing the machine did​

 

[Thuro 116 Pendragon]

One. Two. Two. That was two people using powers, their screaming wristbands singing a deafening cry of destruction. That... moved up the timetable by a lot. Even if Jack had been willing to let these people die, the sheer force of the explosion would like kill most of them, well, us as they were all together in this confined space.

Crichton pointed at the wall, and whispered something under his breath.

Now, when someone tries to use their powers inside the Pit, what happens basically amounts to the following: Sensors packed into the walls and floor of the entire subterranean complex track the movement of the prisoners within and watch for any kinds of energy surges or alterations within a small diameter of a persons body.

Now let's say for example that someone was a slave to a telepathic god that could cause alterations in timespace around your body, or more specifically, outside your body.
Let's say that loophole would cause you not to spectacularly explode when calling in a favor from your former slave master. Using that assumption, let's speculate for a moment on what would happen when a large amount of the radiation particles commonly associated with wormholes entered the system. Common sense would dictate that it would be overloaded and shut down.


"System Rebooting." A flat robotic voice issued over the speakers. Hey, what do you know? Common sense worked and
that infamous Crichton luck didn't kick in. The group would be able to use their powers for the next seven minutes.

"Self destruct in five minutes."

There was that infamous Crichton luck.

The flames soared into the Saffroninator, setting it's flesh alight. The formerly beautiful skin of the woman dripped off in puddles, revealing a metallic frame with a grinning skull face and demonic red eyes awash in flames. If they were in the bottomless pit, then this was the devil.

It's reboot cycle finished in a mere 0.6 seconds, and it stepped forward, intent on finishing what it had started.

Perfect machine met superior genetics as Kara kicked her in her sternum, finishing up with a vicious uppercut that swept it up in a straight arc into Lucifer's waiting fist, throwing it's neck to the side, letting Trunk's borrowed sword pierce the location a thorax would be on a human. Combined with Namanie literally cutting it off at the knees, the attack against the Terminator's chest did more than unhouse the nuclear power, it sent it flying through the room where it came to a rest, staring at them with baleful eyes.

Though the machine had no face left to smirk with, it still somehow gave out a gloating air. "I will always win. When will you grasp that Crichton?"

The explosion rang out, killing everyone in the room and collapsing the entire chamber. Or, that was the estimated model in the machine's mind.

Instead, Jen got back up, much to the surprise of Bea. People hit that hard rarely got back up. Her arm was no longer jutting out of place, but that wasn't the most marked transition about her by far. She now resembled something out of myth, an elemental god far above petty concerns.

She picked up the Terminator by it's throat and stared into it's cold dead eyes, contrasting her own burning gaze. Plunging her hand into it's chest she ripped out it's nuclear power core, holding it in her fist as it detonated with a force that would shake the heavens. They were going to kill her with fire? Let them see how that turns out. The power source detonated, the shockwave forcing her fingers a few milimeters, the sheer heat being absorbed into her own, making her glow like a sun.

"There is no fate but what we make motherfucker." Then she ripped it's head off and sent it soaring into the abyss with a contemptuous flick of the wrist.
Shifting back to her normal, pretty human self , an act equal parts horrifying and fascinating she asked in a concerned voice, "Is everyone alright?"

@Verite @CookieMonster @LuckycoolHawk9 @Mighty Roman @Minerva @Cromartie Sarkissian @york @Kaykay​

 

[LuckycoolHawk9]

One. Two. Two. That was two people using powers, their screaming wristbands singing a deafening cry of destruction. That... moved up the timetable by a lot. Even if Jack had been willing to let these people die, the sheer force of the explosion would like kill most of them, well, us as they were all together in this confined space.

Crichton pointed at the wall, and whispered something under his breath.

Now, when someone tries to use their powers inside the Pit, what happens basically amounts to the following: Sensors packed into the walls and floor of the entire subterranean complex track the movement of the prisoners within and watch for any kinds of energy surges or alterations within a small diameter of a persons body.

Now let's say for example that someone was a slave to a telepathic god that could cause alterations in timespace around your body, or more specifically, outside your body.
Let's say that loophole would cause you not to spectacularly explode when calling in a favor from your former slave master. Using that assumption, let's speculate for a moment on what would happen when a large amount of the radiation particles commonly associated with wormholes entered the system. Common sense would dictate that it would be overloaded and shut down.


"System Rebooting." A flat robotic voice issued over the speakers. Hey, what do you know? Common sense worked and
that infamous Crichton luck didn't kick in. The group would be able to use their powers for the next seven minutes.

"Self destruct in five minutes."

There was that infamous Crichton luck.



The flames soared into the Saffroninator, setting it's flesh alight. The formerly beautiful skin of the woman dripped off in puddles, revealing a metallic frame with a grinning skull face and demonic red eyes awash in flames. If they were in the bottomless pit, then this was the devil.

It's reboot cycle finished in a mere 0.6 seconds, and it stepped forward, intent on finishing what it had started.

Perfect machine met superior genetics as Kara kicked her in her sternum, finishing up with a vicious uppercut that swept it up in a straight arc into Lucifer's waiting fist, throwing it's neck to the side, letting Trunk's borrowed sword pierce the location a thorax would be on a human. Combined with Namanie literally cutting it off at the knees, the attack against the Terminator's chest did more than unhouse the nuclear power, it sent it flying through the room where it came to a rest, staring at them with baleful eyes.

Though the machine had no face left to smirk with, it still somehow gave out a gloating air. "I will always win. When will you grasp that Crichton?"

The explosion rang out, killing everyone in the room and collapsing the entire chamber. Or, that was the estimated model in the machine's mind.

Instead, Jen got back up, much to the surprise of Bea. People hit that hard rarely got back up. Her arm was no longer jutting out of place, but that wasn't the most marked transition about her by far. She now resembled something out of myth, an elemental god far above petty concerns.

She picked up the Terminator by it's throat and stared into it's cold dead eyes, contrasting her own burning gaze. Plunging her hand into it's chest she ripped out it's nuclear power core, holding it in her fist as it detonated with a force that would shake the heavens. They were going to kill her with fire? Let them see how that turns out. The power source detonated, the shockwave forcing her fingers a few milimeters, the sheer heat being absorbed into her own, making her glow like a sun.

"There is no fate but what we make motherfucker." Then she ripped it's head off and sent it soaring into the abyss with a contemptuous flick of the wrist.
Shifting back to her normal, pretty human self , an act equal parts horrifying and fascinating she asked in a concerned voice, "Is everyone alright?"

Lucifer shrugged it off after she turned into a beast and destroyed the terminator in the moment. " I have been much worse in my short life. That being said, now what Critchon?" He asked the man, choosing to go directly to the source who hadn't done much in his life.

Lincoln shrugged. " I guess so," he said.

@Verite @CookieMonster @ Thuro 116 Pendragon @Mighty Roman @Minerva @Cromartie Sarkissian @york @Kaykay

 

[Mighty Roman]

"Aye, just bloody peachy, mate." said David, sarcastically, running the back of his hand across his forehead.
"An' I thought I had some crazy ex-girlfriends. Never had a thing for titanium though." He rolled his eyes. "Which deathtrap you got lined up for us next, eh? Hope it's one o' them swingin' things like in Indiana bloody Jones."
Really, he thought that his rather rude awakening from unreality was kick in the teeth enough. All of this Robot Wars nonsense was like dancing in front of Cyclops at the opticians. "Y'know, I had a great pun about the remains o' your robo-ex girlfriend, but I forgot it. Me mind right now's more crowded than an airport McDonalds."
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[York]

One. Two. Two. That was two people using powers, their screaming wristbands singing a deafening cry of destruction. That... moved up the timetable by a lot. Even if Jack had been willing to let these people die, the sheer force of the explosion would like kill most of them, well, us as they were all together in this confined space.

Crichton pointed at the wall, and whispered something under his breath.

Now, when someone tries to use their powers inside the Pit, what happens basically amounts to the following: Sensors packed into the walls and floor of the entire subterranean complex track the movement of the prisoners within and watch for any kinds of energy surges or alterations within a small diameter of a persons body.

Now let's say for example that someone was a slave to a telepathic god that could cause alterations in timespace around your body, or more specifically, outside your body.
Let's say that loophole would cause you not to spectacularly explode when calling in a favor from your former slave master. Using that assumption, let's speculate for a moment on what would happen when a large amount of the radiation particles commonly associated with wormholes entered the system. Common sense would dictate that it would be overloaded and shut down.


"System Rebooting." A flat robotic voice issued over the speakers. Hey, what do you know? Common sense worked and
that infamous Crichton luck didn't kick in. The group would be able to use their powers for the next seven minutes.

"Self destruct in five minutes."

There was that infamous Crichton luck.

The flames soared into the Saffroninator, setting it's flesh alight. The formerly beautiful skin of the woman dripped off in puddles, revealing a metallic frame with a grinning skull face and demonic red eyes awash in flames. If they were in the bottomless pit, then this was the devil.

It's reboot cycle finished in a mere 0.6 seconds, and it stepped forward, intent on finishing what it had started.

Perfect machine met superior genetics as Kara kicked her in her sternum, finishing up with a vicious uppercut that swept it up in a straight arc into Lucifer's waiting fist, throwing it's neck to the side, letting Trunk's borrowed sword pierce the location a thorax would be on a human. Combined with Namanie literally cutting it off at the knees, the attack against the Terminator's chest did more than unhouse the nuclear power, it sent it flying through the room where it came to a rest, staring at them with baleful eyes.

Though the machine had no face left to smirk with, it still somehow gave out a gloating air. "I will always win. When will you grasp that Crichton?"

The explosion rang out, killing everyone in the room and collapsing the entire chamber. Or, that was the estimated model in the machine's mind.

Instead, Jen got back up, much to the surprise of Bea. People hit that hard rarely got back up. Her arm was no longer jutting out of place, but that wasn't the most marked transition about her by far. She now resembled something out of myth, an elemental god far above petty concerns.

She picked up the Terminator by it's throat and stared into it's cold dead eyes, contrasting her own burning gaze. Plunging her hand into it's chest she ripped out it's nuclear power core, holding it in her fist as it detonated with a force that would shake the heavens. They were going to kill her with fire? Let them see how that turns out. The power source detonated, the shockwave forcing her fingers a few milimeters, the sheer heat being absorbed into her own, making her glow like a sun.

"There is no fate but what we make motherfucker." Then she ripped it's head off and sent it soaring into the abyss with a contemptuous flick of the wrist.
Shifting back to her normal, pretty human self , an act equal parts horrifying and fascinating she asked in a concerned voice, "Is everyone alright?"

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Lucifer shrugged it off after she turned into a beast and destroyed the terminator in the moment. " I have been much worse in my short life. That being said, now what Critchon?" He asked the man, choosing to go directly to the source who hadn't done much in his life.

Lincoln shrugged. " I guess so," he said.

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"Aye, just bloody peachy, mate." said David, sarcastically, running the back of his hand across his forehead.
"An' I thought I had some crazy ex-girlfriends. Never had a thing for titanium though." He rolled his eyes. "Which deathtrap you got lined up for us next, eh? Hope it's one o' them swingin' things like in Indiana bloody Jones."
Really, he thought that his rather rude awakening from unreality was kick in the teeth enough. All of this Robot Wars nonsense was like dancing in front of Cyclops at the opticians. "Y'know, I had a great pun about the remains o' your robo-ex girlfriend, but I forgot it. Me mind right now's more crowded than an airport McDonalds."
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Kara groaned, pciking herself off the ground carefully... Just before the machine's power source went off, she had protected herself, holding her cuffed arm in front of her uncuffed one. Though she didn't gain as much power from the radiation emitted by the sun here, she still had the strength in her to protect herself against the blast. However, the force of the blast still managed to knock her down.

She groaned, looking around, though her vision was not as good as she had wanted it to be, she could see the outlines of one of their group members, and the machine, who promptly decapitated by said group member... Looks like she was capable of absorbing the heat around them, which also effectively protected her from the blast. When they were asked if they were okay, Kara couldn't help but get a little sassy.

"Besides the small nuclear blast... And being in need of a liiitle reality check. I'm fine, how about you?" She said.

Carefully dusting herself off, she shakily got to her feet; she was... More or less unscathed, but she was gonna feel the heat from this one for a while, speaking of which, she could do with some sunlight, preferably soon.
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