Beyond Evolution: NPCS (beyond_npcs) wrote in beyond_evo, @ 2018-09-08 23:27:00 |
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Surprising absolutely no one, the reason they needed this device so badly wasn't information that was being shared, only that Helena and Margarethe needed it if they were going to be sending back the people that had come from the past to make all of this possible. A followed B followed C: Without the device there was no way to make sure they got back to their own time, if they didn't get back to their own time to tell those they had left behind what needed to be done to avert this horrific future then it would all happen again and they would end up right back here in this same place, the cycle would go on and on, there would be no end to the destruction and the death that had prevailed over their lives for so long. Most of them could pick and pinpoint when the road to all this had started and by now the Visitors had heard the story but that wasn't the most important part of it. Not yet. Letting them see all this, the consequences, that was the point. The details would come. Butterfly would make sure of that, if they had come this far she was never going to leave something like that to chance.
They were in a different section of the Hive to the team with the bomb but they could hear the fighting where they were, too. Outside the war was raging and the tinny voices of the Sentinels echoed through the walls, the booming of powers and explosives going off made the ground shift but they were still undetected, they still had a clear shot to get to where the device was locked away. Synch's device. Whatever it was.
Quickly, quietly, they moved as a pack, they kept the Visitors safe in the middle of them, still protecting them because they were precious.
A code had been given to them to tell them where the device was being kept, so they had to get into the basement levels of the Hive, where their experimental tech was kept. Every level looked the same as they went down and they got a long way before they met any resistance. When they did, though, it was heavy. There was a huge bay of Gen IVs in production, some of them half finished, some of them fully functional, but the moment the large squad of mutants made it through the doors, the labs they needed to get to on the other side of the bay, the Sentinels lit up, swivelled to look at them, dozens of pairs of evil eyes fixed on them.
ALERT. INTRUDERS. ALERT. ALL UNITS ENGAGE. INTRUDERS. ALERT. ALERT.
Red lighting swallowed the bay, bathing it as though in blood, then absolute Hell broke loose.