Post by Cable on May 26, 2007 10:03:31 GMT -5
The soldier from the future grimaced. hiding behind several thickets of bush, he kept a close eye on Genosha, the island nation that had officially declared mutants outlaws in 1995. Cable's costume cloaked his X-gene, meaning unless his suit was torn, the Sentinels Genosha had illegally bought couldn't detect him.
Currently, Cable was only miles away from Camp X-Factor, the largest deposit of captive mutants in 2007, two thousand and ten years later, Camp X-Factor stood as the Apocalypse Re-educational Facility, same purposes, but included anyone who didn't bow down to En Sabah Nur and got caught.
The white haired mutant kept his eyes peeled as a large air-craft, Latverian design, circa 2005, landed outside of the facility. Some poor mutants had been captured, and were being brought to their worst nightmare. A part of Cable wanted to start shooting now, take no prisoners and save at least the new mutant prisoners.
Another part wanted to radio this in to his new team, Six Pack, and formulate a plan to destroy the camp and free all prisoners. But Cable didn't do either. He simply watched through the telescopic aim of his newest firearm, and sighed.
He stood up, and walked into the woods. Radioing in this "camp" would certainly be picked up by the Sentinels, and even through 37 different ploy channels, the real one could be found. Six Pack wasn't going to start its operations on Genosha, if they used their powers, they'd become public enemy number one with the U.N. before they even knew what was happening. It was best to operate as mercenaries, collect funds, and use them to locate En Sabah Nur, after his teammates got their cut of the profit.
Cable walked over to a small jet. Bought from an arms dealer in Symkaria, by the same man who makes and sells arms and other things to Silver Sable's Wild Pack. Cable had managed to track him down and pay the man double its value because it would be an antique one day, and the man would keep quiet of the interaction. Cable looked at the multi-seated air-craft. It could fit in seven people, one more than he normally needed, it had excellent, Stark International, levels of stealth, and had fully working automated weapons, which Cable was considering upgrading to make his jet more unique. Before Cable could enter his craft, a twig snapped behind him. He pulled out a semi-automatic machine gun for his back, and tightly squeezed the trigger. "Halt! Who goes there?" He yelled, looking for the person who was foolish enough to make a noise near the most heavily-armed mutant, ever.
Currently, Cable was only miles away from Camp X-Factor, the largest deposit of captive mutants in 2007, two thousand and ten years later, Camp X-Factor stood as the Apocalypse Re-educational Facility, same purposes, but included anyone who didn't bow down to En Sabah Nur and got caught.
The white haired mutant kept his eyes peeled as a large air-craft, Latverian design, circa 2005, landed outside of the facility. Some poor mutants had been captured, and were being brought to their worst nightmare. A part of Cable wanted to start shooting now, take no prisoners and save at least the new mutant prisoners.
Another part wanted to radio this in to his new team, Six Pack, and formulate a plan to destroy the camp and free all prisoners. But Cable didn't do either. He simply watched through the telescopic aim of his newest firearm, and sighed.
He stood up, and walked into the woods. Radioing in this "camp" would certainly be picked up by the Sentinels, and even through 37 different ploy channels, the real one could be found. Six Pack wasn't going to start its operations on Genosha, if they used their powers, they'd become public enemy number one with the U.N. before they even knew what was happening. It was best to operate as mercenaries, collect funds, and use them to locate En Sabah Nur, after his teammates got their cut of the profit.
Cable walked over to a small jet. Bought from an arms dealer in Symkaria, by the same man who makes and sells arms and other things to Silver Sable's Wild Pack. Cable had managed to track him down and pay the man double its value because it would be an antique one day, and the man would keep quiet of the interaction. Cable looked at the multi-seated air-craft. It could fit in seven people, one more than he normally needed, it had excellent, Stark International, levels of stealth, and had fully working automated weapons, which Cable was considering upgrading to make his jet more unique. Before Cable could enter his craft, a twig snapped behind him. He pulled out a semi-automatic machine gun for his back, and tightly squeezed the trigger. "Halt! Who goes there?" He yelled, looking for the person who was foolish enough to make a noise near the most heavily-armed mutant, ever.