Who: Nate Grey, open to all Telepaths, Psychics, Precogs including M-Town folks and The Brotherhood. Non telepaths may also share the nightmare. What: A nightmare, or a premonition? When: Friday night, January 7th (FORWARD DATED) Where: All over the Eastern Seaboard. Warnings: TBD
Nate Grey slept, and as he slept, he dreamed. This wasn't him going astral traveling, which he sometimes did, like those times he met up with his sister Jean in a highly lucid type of dreamwalking. But neither was this a regular dream. Or nightmare, for that matter. Something happened to the telepaths in the house. Something that triggered the Cerebro unit into activity. A certain alignment, a serendipity, the high concentration of psychics, telepaths, and at least one mutant with precognitive abilities, perhaps. Whatever it was, Nate's telepathy just happened to be unbound while he slept, not limited by the need for touching the subject he was reading. Cerebro was amplifying this dream, feeding back on it, and broadcasting to all the sensitives in the house. It was such a powerful emission, a lot of non-telepaths dreamt it too. The Haven might be the epicenter of these strange nightmares, but they resonated all over the Eastern Seaboard of the United States. Caught in a morass of powerful minds and psyches, the feedback was powerful enough to broadcast the visions into the minds of everyone around them as well.
Thrashing in his sleep, Nate saw images from a dark, dystopian future. He saw immense, cruel robots. Giants of iron and steel, attacking people at random. No. Not at random. They were targeting certain people. Yes. No. No! Stay away! Nate's left eye began to glow, a sliver of starlight seemed to seep out from under his closed eyelid. He moaned in his sleep, clearly distressed.
The iron giants were gathering mutants. A lot of them fought back, but it was no use. They were too powerful, and they seemed to not be affected very strongly by the mutants attempting to defend themselves. Humans and mutants alike were getting trampled, caught in the crossfire as mutants unleashed their powers. Water, fire, ice, gale force winds, thunder and lightning, also invisible forces like telekinesis and magnetism. Where one of the monstrous constructs fell, another fell from the sky to take its place. It seemed to Nate they couldn't be defeated the same way twice.
Dozens died. Hundreds. Thousands. Years seemed to pass in darkness and squalor, and in the end millions died. The skies were dark with the rise of the flying machines. The air was thick with the smells of the dead and the dying, and sometimes with the smell of burning flesh. Funeral pyres or mere charred remains, it was impossible to tell the difference. Bombarded by other images of the same types of attacks, seemingly from all over the world, Nate had no idea how long he was in the thrall of this nightmare. It felt like years, so it could have been hours. He was trapped in it, just as surely as every other telepath and sensitive in the mansion must be. He could feel their minds, linked via Cerebro, trapped like himself.
One word echoed between them, back and forth from mind to mind. Sentinels. It made no sense. Sentinels were armed men, soldiers and mercenaries. There were no artificial or robotic Sentinels in this world or... were there?