One of those days. (Cable)

[silvercloud]

Jonathon Silvercloud was not having a good day. The bottle that smashed inches away from his head on the alley wall seemed to highlight the fact quite clearly to him, and the series of curses and heckles from the seemingly ever growing crowd that pursued him? Well, that was just icing on the cake.

He wasn’t entirely sure why it all started, one minute he was minding his own business, tinkering away in the workshop as he normally did, nothing major just an experimental force field emitter designed to replicate telekinesis, when they had burst in. Of course he hadn’t exactly helped the situation by sharing a few choice remarks, not to mention a brief, yet powerful, display of aforementioned invention right before it short circuited.

So here he was, running for dear life, trying to avoid a lynching from the local Friends of Humanity sect or wherever the nut jobs had escaped from. Forge could of turned and faced them if the numbers were slightly lower, he wasn’t a slouch when it came to self defence, either physically or technologically, but with a crowd this big... And getting bigger by the second... it would be paramount to suicide.

So yeah, Jonathon Silvercloud was definitely chalking this up to a bad day. A really, really bad day.

[cable]

There was the sudden sound of an incoming vehicle, the loud, angry grumble and roar of a motorbike, time traveling soldiers needed to get around like anyone else. It moved down the alley, cutting in between Forge and the mob. It hadn't stopped by moments before the white haired old war dog pulled from his back a rifle that was centuries ahead of anything Von Damme Industries were producing, a beam exploded out at the mob, they had bottles and 2x4's, he had a pulse rifle that could put a person into uncontrollable spasms for an hour....it also hurt like fuck.

Sadly for the mob he liked to be thorough, so he let his rifle of the future fire several times, just to make sure everyone of the little bastards was done, when he was positive he turned towards the mutant genius. "The names Cable, and you're not getting kicked to death by an angry mob today, get on the bike." his techo-organic eye gave a glow, just to let him know he didn't really have a choice on the matter, it was for his own good anyway.

[silvercloud]

Forge, like the vast majority of his pursuers, had taken one look at the man’s rifle and stopped. The difference between them however, was that while his pursuers were busy making it necessary for a change of undergarments, the inventor was more interested in how it worked. A semi-transparent images overlaid the weapon, created by his mind’s eye via use of his power, and slowly the weapon separated into separate and distinct components. The process took scant seconds, but at the end of it Forge knew that whoever this man was, he’d brought some pretty advanced tech. Tech that was way beyond what you’d find coming from the likes of Van Damme or Stark, arguably the two leading companies in the world of innovation.

He watched on, ever the inventor, and was more amazed by the rifle’s capabilities in action rather than being interested in his would be lynching party’s fate. As quick as it had begun it was over, leaving his former pursuers sprawled out, twitching, and moaning softly in what looked like by many regards, quite a lot of pain.

A gruff introduction caused him to shift his attention away from the rifle and its victims, instead for the first time concentrating on the old soldier. Of course, Old wasn’t quite the word, not to say he wasn’t old that was, the man had at least a decade or two on Forge, but yet somehow retained a look of his prime that, when combined with that eerie glow of the left eye, was pretty damn intimidating.

As usual in situations like this Forge’s mouth reacted faster than his brain, quiet the feat all things considered, not to mention a habit he’d never been able to break since childhood. “What? No ‘come with me if you want to live’ line? You're missing out on the opportunity for a classic there.” He still got on the bike however.

Cliché line or no cliché line, you don’t mess with a guy with a gun that’s almost as big as he is, and you certainly don’t look an escape route in the proverbial mouth.

[cable]

"This isn't a movie, this is deadly serious." he spat back before starting off in the bike, it move out of the alley, if the Friends of Humanity wanted to come after them now, they'd have to do it in broad daylight, and Cable wouldn't make it easy. He was going fast, but while most people might just burn across the city to make a mad dash to safety, Cable followed the rules of the road, it brought less attention, made it less likely to get pulled over by a cop, and waste time. Besides, he was still going fast enough so people wouldn't make out his metal arm. That tended to raise an issue.

Cable was not without a hideout, it was a small, broken down apartment building, he had a straight cash arrangement with the owner. The place was basically a ghetto, certainly had a gang, usually not too fair away either, so to avoid his equipment being stolen, he had some security measures in place. The traveller from the future brought them into a garage for the apartments use, it was as dirty as the local whores, but it did him fine, and it was cheap....like the local whores.

"There's a few things we need to talk about." he informed, the first thing he had said since they left the alley not to long ago. His powerful form stepped off the bike, gun slung over his shoulder being placed down on a table in the corner, once disarmed (well, the guns he kept visible on his person) he brought his attention back to Forge, eye glowing again as he tried to lull him into a state of relaxation, he wasn't in the mood to deal with him being all jumpy.

[silvercloud]

“Deadly serious? I might have gathered that what with the whole running for my life to avoid being lynched part of the day.” Forge retorted once more from the back of the bike before falling into an uneasy silence as his saviour proceeded to get the hell out of dodge as it were, admittedly doing so while observing all the speed limits it seemed. If it wasn’t already for the novelty of being rescued, he’d probably be more amazed at the fact that there was someone in New York actually following the road laws.

With the man’s gear, not to mention that pretty advanced cybernetic arm he was trying to conceal, Jon had almost expected their destination to take them to somewhere a little more... Up market. Not that he could complain, his own workshop doubled as his apartment and wasn’t exactly in much of a better area to tell the truth. Still such areas offered quite a good advantage that couldn’t be ignored. No one cared what went on down here provided it didn’t spill over. Perfect place to keep yourself to yourself and, in Forge’s case, let him have time to work on his inventions without being interrupted. Of course, that was all up in the air now that the aforementioned workshop had been trashed and left in ruins by that mob.

An unfamiliar chill spread from the base of his skull as the Man’s eye glowed, dulling the edge of Forge’s obvious fear in the face of the sudden appearance of someone so heavily armed with futuristic tech. Not that it mattered at this point, Forge was actually more concerned with finding out how such technology came into being, not to mention what else the man had scattered around the place. “How about we start with an introduction? Name’s Jonathon Silvercloud, but I’m figuring you already knew that... So I suppose that just leaves you...”

[cable]

"Like I said, the name's Cable, and the way I figure it, you owe me one." he informed, now he knew how that looked, some guy turns up and saves you right in the nick of time to save the day, and is already aware of what he could do in return. Well he didn't care. "Don't worry, you won't mind this. The Sentinels you helped developed will soon be deployed all around the country, following a wave of hate there will be a variety of accidents in programming or use of unrequired force, not that anyone can prove it. We've got to make sure the X-men and the Hellions don't get wiped out in the process, you don't know who they are yet I'd reckon, but soon everyone will. So here's the deal, you use your knowledge of how the Sentinel's detect the X-gene, and design a fabric that will mask the signature, so mutants read as humans, that can be given to the X-men and Hellions, and we call it even. Deal?" he asked as he leaned in against his table, arms crossed at his chest.

[silvercloud]

“The Sentinels?” That had caught the genius off guard. No one to his knowledge, outside of those he worked with, knew of his involvement with the project, and here was some random guy, albeit some random guy with some pretty sweet looking tech at his disposal, knowing full well that he’d played a hand in their creation. The further comment about their eventual deployment was also something of a shock. “They plan to use them to hunt us down? That’s imposs-” Forge paused and thought that through carefully, fully knowing the sort of people he’d once worked with and/or for. “Ok, it’s very likely possible...”

“X-Gene...” He frowned and rubbed his chin absently with his cybernetic gloved hand, gloved out of precaution during these dark days. The plans for such a creation was already flickering past his mind’s eye at an incredible rate. “I suppose it could be done, I mean... It can be done.” He paused and the frown deepened as he hit a stumbling block. “However, I didn’t design any part of the Sentinel to detect genetic abnormalities, that part is down to whoever refined my initial work. You’d need to either get me the blueprints, or get me close enough to actually see it in action for myself if you want me to ensure the cloth works properly.” Forge knew how he’d design such a genetic scanner to work, but whoever had created the Sentinel’s version might differ from his methods, and this Cable guy struck him as someone that wanted definite results rather than simple guess work.