Syn caught Isabel's voice just moments before the paranoid twins sent out a high pitch noise directed out the front door. When the doors opened the girl spotted Sara and Horus, but Sara was completely impaired due to the sonic attack. "Amp! Vibe! Stop! She's not the enemy. Her name is Sara and like Sonny she too was here while you ladies were busy."

Abyss sent a few of his clones to retreive Sara and bring her inside with Horus close behind. While the clones were getting themselves ready Syn turned to Isabel.

"The alarm has been set off by my direction. Xaviers Sister school has been attacked and the mutants residing there have either been captured or scattered. We have word that a similar plan is to take place here. That's why I'm trying to get as many occupants out as possible now while we hold off the attackers."

Syn looked into Issy's eyes. "How would you like to play with the NYPD and national Guard?"

(OOC: Aaaaaaaannnd...... Here we go.

"Amp! Vibe! Stop! She's not the enemy. Her name is Sara and like Sonny she too was here while you ladies were busy."

Amp ceased her attack. Her expression radiated irritation. "Any other new people we should know about?" she snapped at Syn. Though she would never admit it, the irritation came from a sudden fear that maybe, just maybe, her sister had been right to worry. Syn just happened to be the nearest target to vent her frustration on.

She glowered as Abyss and Syn updated Isabel and Sara, and her scowl deepened when Horus added his experience.

Meanwhile, Vibe kept up the constant vibrations. She only paid minimal attention to the conversations around them. Instead she concentrated on identifiying the sounds around her, and dismissing them. Her awareness was limited, but the marble floors and vaulted ceilings aided her greatly; vibrations echoed further in the area, and she could pick up on them easier. She could faintly hear the sounds of fleeing residents; the footsteps moved away as opposed to towards the group gathered in the foyer.

She pushed upward, but could not reach out past the vaulted ceilings; it was too far. So she brought her focus back down to earth level, and out toward the golden doors. Unconsciously she took a few steps forward.

Outside she could hear the rustle of a breeze through the trees. But something was wrong. Having lived in the heart of the city for over a year, Vibe, and through her, Amp, picked up on it immediately.

It was quiet. No vehicles approached, then passed the Sanctuary. The sounds of footsteps of passing pedestrians was absent. This was New York, the 'City That Never Sleeps'. Even at this late of an hour, someone should have been about.

A faint noise reached Vibe's ears. A soft purring, like from a large cat. Then a soft squeal, almost inaudible to normal ears, and numerous clicks. Faint footseps.....

People, and vehicles. And something.... else.... Whoever it was, they were attempting to stay quiet.

Vibe inhaled sharply and took a step back. Amp whirled, tensing.

"Syn, better speak up now if you're expecting any other friends. 'Cause we've got company....."

Sara didn’t realize she was being moved till she had already been set down. Rubbing her ears the ringing slowly subsided. “Thanks.” She murmured to Abyss’s clone, Pluto. She silently sat as she was introduced, giving the others a small nod.

So what she had witnessed on the streets weren’t just separate incidences. Well that made sense. Just she had wanted to believe they were. She rubbed her ears till the ringing subsided. There was still a vibration in the air though. She glanced in the twins direction, quickly getting an idea of their abilities. “Cool.”

Quietly Sara reached into her back pack and pulled out a hair tie. Drawing her hair into a pony tail and out of her feline face. Next she pulled her belt out of the mane pocket. A set of sais a gun, and a few compartments with various tools encircled it. That was pulled tight around her waist. She had other things hidden under the cuffs of her jeans but those were easier to hide.

” If any of you want to get the hell out of here, we don't mind doing the dirty work."

Ha! Like Sara was leaving. Where would she go? Sara shifted listening to what was going on outside.

Sonya watches the preparations uncertainly, listening to the combination of excitement and fear in everyone’s voices, trying to figure out what to do next.

Getting into a fight with some enemy army does not sound like a pleasant way to spend the evening, especially when she has no weapons, no combat superpowers, no nothing. Sure, in this body she can put up a good fight in a boxing ring, but that’s not going to mean a thing against assault weapons and supersonic whatevers and everything. Even the catgirl from the other day is bristling with weapons, and Sonya feels suddenly inadequate.

On the other hand, just running away doesn’t sit well with her at all. Not that she owes these people anything, or that she’s entirely comfortable around them, but… well, they’d been nice enough to her even though she was a complete stranger, and she feels like she owes them something.

< “If any of you want to get the hell out of here, we don't mind doing the dirty work."

Abyss’ offer catalyzes her decision, and she turns apologetically to Syn. “Look, I’m really sorry, but I’m no use here. I don’t have assault rifles and body armor and one-man-army super-powers, I’m not bulletproof or anything… hell, I don’t even carry a gun. I’ll just get in your way.”

She’s already walking away, towards the exit Abyss had indicated earlier, and stops to add “I know you probably think I’m a coward or something, and maybe I am. I’ll understand if you don’t want me back here, after this.”

She keeps looking over her shoulder as she approaches the exit, not quite ready to leave, even though her options are minimal when everyone else is busily gearing up for a fight she’s not qualified to join. Hell, I don’t even know what they’re fighting about! she realizes… she doesn’t know for sure it’s her fight to begin with.

But it doesn’t stop her from feeling bad about it.

Isabel watched idly as Abyss and his clones made a barricade at the door, pulling the feline woman further in along with another male she didn't recognize. She couldn't help but give an amused smile at one of the Big Guy's impression of the Frosted Flakes mascot, her face turning a little pink at the mention of her boyfriend. It really didn't surprise her that they'd run into him already. Calley was a pretty energetic kid and he'd seemed to be interested enough in the Sanctuary residents when she'd first brought him here. She let her gaze shift over to the guy that had just been brought in, quirking a brow in confusion as he bowed as well as the way he spoke. Apparently English wasn't his strong suit. She gave a little nod of her head at his greeting, but nothing more. She was far more interested in what was going on rather than meeting new people. Making acquaintances could wait, there seemed to be far more important things to worry about at the moment.

She turned her attention over to Syn as she was addressed, listening curiously to the information that was offered. "A raid at the Mansion, huh?" She didn't like the sound of the word 'captured'. It was unsettling. She really should pay a little more attention to the news. The bill had most likely been passed and she'd never even bothered to keep track of its progress. Ah well, live and learn. At Syn's last inquiry Isabel's smile shifted into a wicked little grin. Oh, it had been ages since she'd had any serious fun with the boys in blue. It must have been since the Sanctuary Massacre at least. "Do you even have to ask?" she said, her approval of that idea heard easily in her tone of voice.

At the Twins' warning, her attention was again grabbed away as she watched the seven living road blocks take their places at the door with their new toys. Get out of here, eh? As if. Isabel rarely ever passed up an opportunity to mess with the human law enforcers. As she usually did, she quickly called up a thick layer of bone armor beneath her skin. Humans relied much too heavily on their artillery, and if they were raiding a mutant safe haven, they'd be packing some serous heat. She didn't quite savor the idea of a bullet piercing any of her major organs, and so she made sure her armor would be sufficient enough. Uncrossing her arms, she let her customary swords of bone protrude from her palms and made ready for the raid.

The glare from the twins and asking about any others they should know about didn't get to Syn. She just let them vent their frustrations. However they did get her attention when they mentioned other company. The girls seemed to be focused outside. Had the cops shown up already?

Abyss jumped into action as all of him took up defensive postures. He asked the twins to give him a heads up when whoever was outside might be at the door. "If we take the fight to then we could possibly get spread too thinly. Stay where you are so we have a more concentrated fire for those stupid enough to try a frontal assault."

Sara also looked ready for action as she pulled out some weapons of her own. The cat lady didn't say much but her actions said enough. She wasn't going anywhere.

Next Sonny drew Syn's attention as he seemed to be appologizing for not having any offensive capability. Syn just smiled at the man. "It's alright Sonny. If you can manage to find some way to escape then We'll meet up again. Just don't get yourself caught as I'd till like to find out more about you."

Her good friend Isabel spoke up and all Syn could do was smile as thoughts of their first battle together popped into her mind briefly. "I can always count on you Issy. This should be interesting."

(OOC: Okay, so I'm going to ignore the door breaking down, just for the moment, since this post won't finish before the five minutes is up, 'kay?)

"Girls can I get a count down to contact?"

The Twins had already refocused again when Abyss spoke up, casting their awareness outward past the golden door. They moved a bit closer to be in range. Echolocation wouldn't work because the walls were in the way, but they could still pick up noise outside, though it was muted. To them it was like eavedropping from around the corner, as opposed to through a closed door. Amp kept her eyes open and roving, while Vibe closed hers and listened.

The amount of shuffling outside indicated a rather large force gathering. To get a fixed number would take time, most likely more time than they had.

"Got a big crew out there," Amp sufficed to report aloud. "They must have heard there's a party goi-aah!!"

"Mutants of Sanctuary. This is your one chance to come out peacefully and surrender for registration."[/i]

Using their powers as they were, the loud announcement hit both girls hard. Even Amp felt the vibrations pound her skull. While it would have damaged the ears or made someone else sick, it merely gave the pair of them a headache. Still, it was painful. Both girls immediately dropped their focus and clapped hands over their ears.

>So much for the party.<

"Think they could have been any louder?"

>I doubt it.< Vibe paused, then frowned. >Did you hear that other noise?<

"You mean that weird clicking? Like something metal?"

>Yeah. Metal, but moving. I've never heard anything like- <

Again she was cut off, this time by the ceiling seeming to fall in. A reflexive cry escaped Amp as the pair threw themselves sideways to dodge the raining glass.

The pair glared upward, expecting to see men rappelling down into the area. But the glares quickly turned to awe as a number of machines appeared out of thin air instead, hissing and growling like monsters. For a split-second both girls froze, mouths open in mirror shock. Then one of the machines bore down on them, and they unfroze. Amp pushed forward in a massive concussion blast, meant to shove the creature, and anything in its path, across the foyer.[/color]

(Afraid my post will be finishing up before the five minutes are up as well. Also if I need to change something tell me.)

It was a long wait. Sara could hear tiny fractions of what was going on out side but she couldn’t discern much. It was clear that Amp and Vibe had the better sense there. She could sympathies with them when the voice on the loud speaker sounded. They almost mimicked exactly what she had done a minute ago.

Then the window above shattered. Sara raised her arm above her face refusing to let herself duck in such a situation. bits of broken glass collected on the tips of her fur. The thick hairs providing a nice protection against the sharp little knifes. Keeping her eyes open also allowed her to sidestep around the larger more dangerous pieces while holding her ground. Squinting against the walls she thought she saw the shadows of something, or a shift. (They’re cloked right?) Like looking at the walls through the heat of a fire or displaced like light through a glass of water.

“Ahhhhh Guys?” She took her arm away from over her face and shook off the glass that had collected on her shoulders. “Do you know what all is exactly in their arsenal and What are those?”

As if to answer her question the things had reached half way down the walls. Positioning themselves at floor level. Now uncloaking and showing themselves properly. Sara quickly rummaged through her back pack. What did she have that could go up against such a thing? Not much. Tossing things aside. Knitting needles, Sketch book and pencils, Black spray paint. Hmmm. She might be able to improvise with that.

No time to think, The can was tucked into her belt and she was charged by one of the machines. Ducking right she narrowly missed getting sliced by an evil looking set of claws. Still she wanted to stay close to the thing. Close to something trying to kill you. Yeah. What a great party game.

She moved forward into the things space and well within reach of it again. Teasing it in the process. She grabbed for the closer metal arm, at the elbow. The other coming to knock her away and snagging her shoulder, leaving a long slash. Sara flinched at the new sting of pain. Still She managed to cling to the thing for a moment. Positioned just behind the things arm and poised to jump. The can of spray pain was out an in her hand aimed right for where she thought a motion sensor might be put. “Hey Girls.” Sara said as she covered the area then pulled away as the tail of her machine came at her. “Think these things get around by sight or sound?”

Horus hadn't really had a chance to introduce himself or the attack had already started, fun time had begun and Horus was more ready then even. This time he could truly begin is revenge on those pathetic creatures called Humans.

He heard sounds outside, they were moving around allot,
Horus took a hold of his sword that came out of his arm, the tapping sound of the sword that was now being tapped on the floor by Horus made his friends come out. This time not 10, nor 40, this time it were a 100 or even more, not the big ones, just small ones, but very lethal if they get a chance to crawl into your skin. "Hello friends" Horus started laughing with his evil touch as he almost always did when something fun would happen.

Doors were now blasted open with one shot, window shards flying around, some sort of bots came in, NYPD came in, and lots of others, well armed and protected. Horus remembered Mandain saying a name, Robin, Rulan, no Rupert, he knew Mandain wanted revenge on that guy or whatever it was, all Horus had heard was his name. "Find a Rupert guy, He's mine" Horus let his scarabs take a defensive position in front of him and everybody else that was standing behind him. "Let pay them what done they, Voice let you hear, Human slaughter, play time" Horus was as ready as can be, he hoped the rest would be too, also he was gonna enjoy seeing Abyss his clones get dirty.

When the call came for the occupants of Sanctuary to surrender Syn cursed those who were outside in her mind. How dare they tell them to surrender like a subdued house pet. No, there would be no surrendering. The Order was going to show these insects what a fight is really like.

Syn's confidence bubble had a huge hole put into it when a sneak attack by some viscious looking robots occured. They shattered the beautiful glass near the ceiling to gain entry into the structure, and after everyone had recovered from dodging glass the robots attacked.

The machines moved like creatures instead of normal robots. Syn noticed the twins were awe struck. "Time to play ladies! You wanted a party. Well, here it is." She watched the twins for a moment to make sure they didn't get swatted or anything.

It's time to get some more motivation around here thought Syn as she surveyed the situation. She then started using her pheremones to motivate her comrades. Like a general giving an inspiring speech Syn was doing the same thing without words in hopes of increasing their chances of fighting back and winning. Her effort was intensified when the front doors were blown open and another larger force rushed in.

Isabel hadn't so much as move when the booming voice had ordered a surrender, save for the small smirk that was spread across her features. Did they honestly expect that to work? How foolish. She wasn't afraid of a little S.W.A.T team or the NYPD. They were her favorite playmates, after all. And so she was rather relaxed, though not quite to the point of complete carelessness. She still had her weaponry ready and was still ready to get moving at any given signal. Her calm demeanor was abruptly ruined at the sound of glass breaking overhead, her arms raising instinctively over her head and her bone blades flattening out to help shield her from the colorful falling shards. She glared at the floor and muttered a string of curses as she waited for the largest shards to stop falling, allowing her bones to return to their original blade-like appearance as that slowing of falling glass occurred.

Troublesome humans were learning it appeared. She expected it to be a handful of members from their police department to be the ones that had broken the glass, though the absence of such people sent a shallow wave of confusion through her mind. She nearly jumped out of her skin as some sort of robot suddenly appeared and struck out at her. Now what the hell was that? Since when had her badge wearing playmates enlisted the help of some kind of giant serpentine robots? Well, this certainly did put a hitch in her plans for a nice game of tag with the coppers. She stumbled back a few steps as the thing uncloaked, trying to avoid it's claws as it struck out, her right arm raising one of her swords in a defensive manner, the bone ready to regenerate itself in a moment should it be broken or cut through. She could feel that wave of motivation to fight crashing through her, but she resisted the urge to strike as she normally would. She wanted to watch this big metal lizard for a moment and try to figure out what it was all about. She only glanced briefly at the door as it was blown open and humans started flooding in. Damn it all! Couldn't they take this one wave at a time? Trying to give herself some time to back up and gain some space to better overlook the situation, she made a jab at the robotic creature's cranium, figuring that's where the main mechanics would be.

"Time to play ladies! You wanted a party. Well, here it is."

>That's not the kind of party we meant!< Vibe silently shouted and the pair got to her feet.

Amp immediately pressed her attack on the machine-creature, loosing another blast. It crashed across the foyer, taking couches and tables with it. It's claws left gouges in the marble as it dug in to anchor itself. A second machine charged them from the side. Vibe dodged one way, while Amp matched the charge. Because she was petite, she managed to drop below the slashing claws and slid under. At the same moment she loosed a third sonic blast, powerful enough to send the machine a short ways into the air, to crash land atop the first.

Rolling to her feet, Amp directed a high-pitched screech at the machines, hoping to scramble their systems some how. Both machine-creatures paused momentarily, still hissing, but then charged forward in another attack. The Twins found themselves playing a deadly game of cat and mouse as they dodged back and forth, just barely avoiding the slashing claws. Amp managed to get in several more concussion blasts, keeping the pair in one piece. But it was almost as if each successive attack had less and less effect.

"What are these things??!! Gaaahh!!" Vibe tackled her sister away, avoiding being impaled to the ground by a hair's breath. As it was, the claws slashed down, tearing through the fabric on Vibe's skirt.

>If I wanted a slitted dress, I would have bought it that way!!<

"Quit griping and keep moving!!"

Then the doors were bashed in, and the redheads' problems were compounded.

"Mutants of Sanctuary. This is your one chance to come out peacefully and surrender for registration."

Sonya hears the booming amplified voice behind her as she leaves the foyer, heading downstairs into the Sanctuary basement. Abyss had said something about a hidden escape system, but she hadn’t been told the details – no surprise, Sonya wouldn’t have shared something like that with a casual visitor, either – so she’s hoping she can figure it out, or run into a few other mutants making their way out.

A few minutes later she hears the sounds of battle from the foyer, and the building itself seems to be shaking. Wow… that’s some heavy artillery! She moves even faster, looking for some way out, and finally notices a basement window near the back of the building. Unfortunately, it’s way too small for “Sonny” to fit through.

“OK… here goes nothing,” she mutters to herself, shifting back into her default form. The XXL clothes she was wearing slip to the ground around her, leaving her in the black bodysuit she’d been found in, and she grabs her wallet from her pants before shinnying out the window.

“Freeze! Keep your hands up where we can see them and don’t try anything funny! You’re under arrest!”

Oh, hell. I should have expected them to watch the back exits… that was dumb.

She raises her hands in the air and turns to face the three officers. “No, officers, there’s been a misunderstanding… I’m not a mutant!” She thinks quickly and adds “Thank goodness you got here when you did! I was kidnapped by, um, well I didn’t get a good look at them but they kidnapped me and brought me here! I –“

“Shut up and put your hands on the wall.” The cop who approaches her is surprisingly calm and reassuring… or at least would be, if it weren’t for the gun he has trained unerringly on her chest. She complies, and is promptly frisked for weapons. “She’s clean… but you never know with these mutie freaks. OK, young lady, you’re coming downtown to the Registration Center… if you’re telling the truth, they can sort it out there.” The cop is about to put handcuffs on her when the alley erupts in chaos.

“Keep your damn hands off her, you fuckin’ pigs! Mutants rule!” Sonya doesn’t get a good look at the mutant who charges out the back door before his body is suddenly wreathed in flames. The police open fire, and Sonya notices for the first time that they don’t seem to be using regular guns, but tranquilizers of some sort.

She dives out of the way, unnecessarily – the cops aren’t shooting at her, and the firebolts that pepper the alley aren’t targeting her. Things get complicated then. A firebolt blows a hole through the door of another building and she darts through it before anyone can stop her. The cop who’d frisked her runs in afterwards, gun drawn, only to be knocked off his feet by an explosion behind him. The gun goes one way, the cop another, and Sonya runs to the former and grabs it.

“Put that down, young lady, or you’ll be in serious tr— urk!” The tranquilizer dart takes him in the neck, and he drops within seconds. Thinking fast, Sonya runs over to his unconscious body and places both hands on his face, instantly adopting his physical form. Mm. Not as beefy as “Sonny,” but it’ll do. It takes her a minute or so to strip off the man’s uniform, and she finds another weapon as she does so – decidedly not a tranquilizer gun.

She puts his uniform on and checks his wallet quickly for identification while the firefight rages outside. Then she holds the real gun in trembling fingers for a moment, pointing its muzzle against the unconscious man’s skull. You can’t just kill him, she tells herself. Not like this, you can’t just kill an unconscious man in his boxer shorts! But on the other hand… why not? From the sounds of the battle outside, it’s not like he and his partners were showing mercy to her defender outside; why should she show any mercy to this man?

She squeezes the trigger lightly… not enough to fire, though. Then she flips the safety and holsters the weapon, thankful for the handgun safety classes her mother insisted she take. It may not be the right decision, but it’s the only one she can make.

She drags the body into a closet, handcuffs his wrists together behind a heavy-looking support post, and gags him with his own boxers before closing the closet door and returning to the alley.

Overcast was about to enter the building when she heard a noise from behind her. She drifted back cautiously, trying not to draw attention to herself. Something was going on. She could hear more noises now, something mechanical, unnatural. And then there was a crash and she saw something break into the building from the roof. Another crash, closer by, allowed her a view into the foyer - the great doors had been wrenched from their hinges. Robots were crowding through the broken doorway and the sounds of fighting could be heard from inside.
She was unsure of what she should do, whether it would be better to hide or to run, or even to fight. And then something like a wave of emotion came over her, and she felt compelled to join the fray. She hadn't been here in nearly a year, maybe more, but she was certain that she was needed, in this moment, and that the better thing to do was to fight. Overcast ran forward with a surge of energy and stood in the doorway, a lone defender against a mechanical army. She surveyed the scene for a moment before giving the whole area a blackout. She knew it would only temporarily confuse the machines, who probably didn't rely completely on light for their vision, but she figured it was worth it. She continued into the building and noticed Syn, among others - some she recognized, many she didn't - and went to her side. Without a word she made her shadowy prescence known by launching a berrage of her blackhole-like bullets on a nearby robot, blowing it to smitherines.

I bet Ya’ll didn’t know cat’s could fly. Did ya. Well apparently when their back handed by a big, metal, beastly, robot, they can. Just not on their intent.

Sara was struck across the midsection. The force going straight for her diaphragm and, successfully, knocking the wind out of her. Other then the sudden sharp pain she was feeling at the lower half of her ribs, paired with the fading pain and sting that had come from her shoulder, flying backwards wasn’t all that bad. It was just the landing that hurt.

Like a furry bowling ball striking down the pins, Sara hit the chairs. Sending them toppling over, splintering and scattering in her wake before she came to a skidding halt. The can of spray paint had gone skittering to the right somewhere out of her sight. She lay there for a second, maybe two, though her body and mind made it seem like an eternity. With her adrenalin pumping, her longs reinflated with oxygen, and consequently Syn’s pheromones.

Get up! Get up! Her mind screamed at her. You’re in one piece. You’ll heal. GET UP! Flinching, Sara rolled to her stomach, then pushed herself to her feet. Again making herself a target. Though the slash across her shoulder was closing, the robot wouldn’t wait for her to fully recover. Neither would the other troops now making their way into the building. There was another thought. When had they come in?

No time to think, the robot was already rushing her again. Her amber eyes widened catching sight of a new set of swipes and lunges. Again Sara ducked, sliding her feet to the right. Barely missing her shoulder and neck being sliced, though the blades had caught on her hair, making a clean cut through that. Spare strands drifted to the floor as Sara was on the move again. The robot spun around aiming another strike for her with it’s tail. She dodged by dashing closer to it’s legs and sliding under it again. She couldn’t just dodge it forever though. She needed to attack.

The upper body came around again following the motion of the tail. The side she had gotten with the paint. Hopeful her little try to impair it’s sight had worked. Again she grabbed the arm and shoulder of the machine, hoisting herself up and placing her feet against the shoulder for a good hold. The other arm came swiping at her again, Claws catcher the outside of her leg.

Sara hauled her gun free from it’s holster, and aimed the barrel between where two peaces of metal slid and flexed back and forth, at the back of the machine’s head thingy. Hoping she hit something connected to the CPU. Sara pulled the trigger.