Ch. 5 Techno-Bio- Bizzarow

Man's investments of cold metal and processing wires will lead to the evolution anti life.-K.T.K

The connection once more lost and now Roxie harbored thoughts so rising, she had almost forgotten all about the techno back to her senses she steered the ship down, slowing down it's thrusters, and then she saw them. They were different then what had been displayed upon the TV, they were….people?

"What the hell are they?" hollered up Tyron.

Roxie swung the jet back in for another pass. There were five, five distinct technological….what are they indeed wondered Roxie as she finally set upon a clearing to lower the jet.

"I don't know," she said, "but keep your eyes sharp, and aim to disable, we don't know if these things are…human."

Landing the craft elegantly, the team came out clad in the new forms. Symbols of the once legendary X logo on everyone's uniform. Roxie wore two, one in the middle of her belt and one across her left breast, across her heart. Observing the beings of technological capabilities they were, had to be cyborgs of some kind. News crews and pods swarmed the vicinity as well as a new type of law enforcement, armored suits, black face masks, laser guns furring. But to no impact there shots made as these beings seemed to just take in the blasts and kept moving on. There bodies were wrought with colors and displays of laser light as if coming from there very cores, blues and reds. The rest of there bodies looked like machine encrusted hardware, something quite reminiscent of the sentinels. Mechanized tentacles spawned fourth from various parts of their bodies and were desperately trying to snare an unsuspecting individual. Though perhaps the most terrifying feature of them were their faces, people. Heads almost completely sheathed in metal and they seemed absent. There eyes unblinking, mouths slightly hung open and from those eyes, tear streaks. Was this some how against there will? Or simply from not being able to blink had there eyes watered over.

And all Roxie could think to do, protect the remaining citizens and some how subdue these…trapped souls.

"Serve and protect," said Roxie.
"Unite and conquer," said Di.
"Lock and load," said Tyrone.
"Keep them tired and light the fires," said Ty.
"Paris, Phoenix," said Roxie, "aid the injured. Ok team, break!"
Pheolvrom leaped into action and in single unison, so did the cyborgs. Roxie in the air, twisting her body acrobatically dodging crossfire, she launched a psychic wave at the borg closest to her. The wave crashed into the metal human, its mechanisms tensed on the shock, but its servers held. It lashed back with a series of frantic tentacles whipping into the air, Roxie merely shot out her boned claws and slashed through the live wires and then landed a side kick upon the mech as to knock it off balance and disable it, not to kill.
Roxie landed on the ground and focused her power to implant the creature into the asphalt, immobilizing it.

Di channeled a ring of fire around one subject as to scare it down, but a face of flesh and a mind of inputted logic will not yield. The mech squatted down and with a mighty leap into the air kicked Di down to the ground sending her spinning. Di rolling, twisted up and before the mech could land another punch breathed fourth another spiral of flames and in a hurtle and in an instant of confusion its servers popped and locked. It fell to the ground twitching.

Tyrone sprinted into the crowds and activated his morphing ability. He ran through gaps in the crowds, his body becoming a vague distortion allowing light to bend around him. But his tactical stealth did not go unnoticed for one mech, a male by the looks of it was fallowing his every movement and as Tyrone went for his assault canon, the mech was off. A machines calculation met with that of a high powered body of a human infused with mechanics against a mutant with a heavy gun and poor camouflage seemed like unfair odds. After somersaulting through the air, the humanoid landed and began to charge. Tyrone raised his weapon, but the mech was too determined, to quick and knocked the bulk cannon easily aside before landing a direct punch to Tyrone's skull, slamming him into a concrete wall.

The officers in black readmitted there assault, this time in focused groups, each breaking off to deal with a different mech. Roxie made a small note of their actions, she hadn't decided what their intentions were yet and too busy to intercept their thoughts. Instead she was aiding Tyrone, telekinetically lifting what ever malleable objects there were and hurtling them at the mech. It dodged a few and caught some others, but when one of the black suited operatives managed to land a successful blast to the chest, the humanoid promptly fell and didn't get back up.

Ty was off on his own, a lone mech approached him crawling on the ground insect like and before it could calculate a formal attack, Ty felt its energy source. Raising his right hand he linked with the source and with a slight twitch of the eye, he surged it and the mech froze in place. The black officers swarmed the fallen. Trap wires laid down upon the immobilized machines and force fields emitted.

Phoenix awaited by the jet alone and expressionless, quizzical, watching. The rest of the team gathered as the black suited operatives swarmed the fallen mechs. One of the officers approached the team, gun lowered, a black sheath covering all but his eyes.

"Your them aren't you?" he asked, "The ones who took down the super mutant?"

Roxie stepped forward, "Yes and now if I might inquire as to whom you and your team are?"
"Were part of the old regime, a special task force created by Bolivar Trask. We mutinied against the King and for that, we were disbanded and hunted down. The ones who made it are among the men here. We're trying to reinstate a calm pathway back to harmony and for both human and mutant kind."

"What are they?" asked Ty, looking upon the fallen mechs.

"At this point," said the officer , "We have no input. They came out of know where and just started…changing people. It started off with just one and then the rest fallowed. We intend to study them and then If possible revert them back and seek out the source. It's strange, it's almost as if it was some sort of super technological bio enhanced virus assimilating itself with living organisms, using them as hosts."

Tyrone cocked an eye brow, "A very detailed theory. How did you arrive at such notion?"

"I've noted the change reactions after a victim was ensnared. They seem to loose
all will to the virus and look to infect or assimilate. We think they might be some sort of
experimental mutant killing program, similar to the sentinels, but at this point it's all
speculation and theory. However, whom ever is responsible for this has unearthed
technology far superior then anything we have yet to witness. Nano technological
contraptions." The officer loosed speech for a moment and then extending his hand out to
Roxie he said, "My apologies, I'm Captain Dunn."

Roxie took his hand and shook it, "I'm Prestige, leader of Pheolvrom," she
motioned behind her, "this is my team."

Dunn overlooked them all and lowered his facial mask. He paused for a second
looking at Ty and then Prestige. "Pleasure to meet you Pheolvrom."

A fellow officer came up, "Captain, all anomalies secured, were ready to transport."

"Very good soldier, I'll be along in a few." The soldier turned and left, heading
back to a black cargo ship, hovering off the street. About twice the size of a modern hover bus. Roxie thought about such technology being acquired for the team, to make a more efficient staging base.

"Well Pheolvrom," said Dunn with some enthusiasm, "We look forward to
working with you in the future. This city and for that mater this world needs people like
us. Tomorrow there is supposed to be a city council meeting. It might be best if you
attend as best to establish yourselves and secure some power and influence."
"We are not out to gain power," Prestige interjected, "Our sole desires are
to better this world, harmony and prosperity."

"You are young still my fellow leader," said Dunn calmly. "In a times so
unstable as these if power is not seized by the right people, then there will be others of darker intentions who are dying to obtain it."

"Then why would you simply not go for it yourself, you and your crew,"
asked Tyrone?

"Oh we intend aid this city as best we can, and our presence at this
meeting is crucial as well. But we do not wish to be the only fighters and defenders; we
need all the support we can find. And certainly for the lot of you all, at such a young age
who have already proven themselves to be legends, I simply ask that you partake in this
revolution. History in the making." Dunn gave a lasting nod to the team. "Well I'm afraid
I must depart, and if any threat should arise, you can can't on us and us hopefully you.
Goodbye." And Cpatain Dunn left for the cargo ship.

"Interesting person," said Tyrone and Roxie thought she detected a twinge
of jealousy.

"Indeed…" she pondered, "and hopefully a new ally. Let's move out team,
were done here. Good work, all of you."

And with that, Pheolvrom departed.