8521/Sentinels: The Sentinel Army

Sentinels: The Sentinel Army
Date of Scene:	26 July 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	SHIELD high-ups meet about what to do with the Sentinel army.
Cast of Characters:	Bastion, Nick Fury, Phil Coulson, Captain America
Tinyplot:	Sentinels

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Bastion has posed:
The sentinel groups have stomped around, just about leveling the area of the field and the parking lot next to it. There isn't enough space for all of the fifty sentinels to stay grounded safely, so there's an airborne regiment, as well as those standing on the ground. They have no personal space, at least, so they can stand tightly together. It's eerie, like something from a sci-fi movie of ranks of Borg.

Sebastion himself has been in his wheelchair and looking absent and disconnected, but he hasn't done anything physically with the sentinels: there hasn't been any obvious interfacing with them, other than through however he signals them mentally, that is.

Nick Fury has posed:
    Looking out over the area where the Sentinels were all standing in a row was Director Nick Fury, Agent of SHIELD. Standing in the shadows out of the direct sunlight, a nimbus of cigar smoke curling around him, was a man considering the future. Although the shadows of the Quinjet seem to surround him like a loving embrace, he could still be seen when looked at directly.

     The light red/orange glow of the tip of his cigar as he inhales is another indicator that Fury was there. Focusing his one good eye on Sebastion (and more tha likely whatever tech he had hidden in his eyepatch, Fury remains silent, thinking about the whole situation, and the strategy of continuing one way of the other.

Phil Coulson has posed:
Agent Coulson for his part has been keeping busy with keeping up to date both ways. Having sent off preliminary reports to Fury and writing one up for May with his tablet, Phil has been in and out of the Quinjet for the better part of the day, using it as a makeshift 'tent', and having requisitioned survival gear otherwise brought in by the other Quinjet that had taken the other Agents back.

Now, he's walking around, getting recordings on his tablet of all the Sentinels in motion or 'standing around'. He's obviously making a record of the army in case it's needed later on.

SHIELD can safely assume that it was a very good idea to train Phil with modern technology.

Captain America has posed:
Connected to many broadcastings as is, the Captain was intimately and horrifyingly aware of the Sentinels once they took to the air. Hearing Tony as well as Jessica Drew across the Avengers comms only increased the speed of his motorcycle's travels through the city. At least his record of aiding the people of New York outweighed the number of speeding tickets he would have received!

The distant sound of the Harley pushed to its mechanical limits announces him long before he shows. The gleam of sunlight on the bike and the shield on his back is easy to spot along with the dust he leaves behind. In his full spangled battle suit, he is a known element to Sebastion and, as such, assumes to be treated with neutrality at best and not left as a plasma-hot crater in the field's flattened ground. Cranking the motorcycle to a hard stop, he dismounts and immediately walks over towards the Quinjet. Phil, he's quick to spot -- Fury, it takes him a second long and the cue of cigar smoke along with the glowing ash at its tip.

"Agent Coulson, Director Fury," greets the Captain tightly, stopping within easy speaking distance of them both. "Status contained?" His jaw is tight, a bit of color lingers on his cheeks, and there's a hard glint in his eyes behind his helmet.

Bastion has posed:
Captain Rogers, at least, has a history of likely knowing that Sebastion has really good senses. If he can overhear what is happening by the Quinjet, he isn't suggesting that he can or reacting to it. He did turn his head to look at the arriving motorcycle, but none of the standing 'army' responded negatively. Everything is very peaceful: at least, as peaceful as a standing army of shiny metal giants in death squad looking ranks CAN be.

Nick Fury has posed:
    Listening to the sound of the oncoming Harley, Fury snorts and shakes his head, "There goes the neighbourhood Agent Coulson." Moving slightly out of the shadows as Captain America approaches, Fury nods in greeting, responding to Cap's. "Cap. Yeah, so far it looks like the situation is contained." Looking at the bike, Fury turns away to face the Sentinels, and quips, "Nice ride. Classic."

Clenching the cigar between his teeth, Fury ignores for a moment that it was hot. The temperature was in the low 30s celsius, and the air was humid. Here he was, in a long black cloak, full SHIELD "special" armor, and his full load out of weapons. Not a trace of sweat on him.

    Better to come prepared than get caught not ready. "Agent Coulson. Your report for the good Captain here? Your assessment as well. I think he is cleared to know what we know." Fury places his hands behind his back inside his long, black coat, and waits for the report, the smoke curling lazily from his cigar in the breezeless atmosphere..

Phil Coulson has posed:
"Cap, good to see you." Phil responds, bringing the tablet down into it's utility pouch at his side as he approaches. Then... "Yes, Sir," is given in response to the Director, and Phil looks to Steve.

"Around the time the gigantic robot went out from the factory, Sebastian made an urgent request to speak to SHIELD. After some back and forth, I took responsibility for the situation and took the risk of bringing him out to gather the army of Sentinels. One thing led to another, and he was collecting Sentinels until Stark showed up and tried to contest control." Phil looks to the Quinjet, "obviously, that didn't go over well with Sebastian, and he had the Sentinels attack."

He looks back to Steve, "when Sebastian realized the Iron Man suit was 'human', he stood down immediately, and allowed us to take the army here... where we've been since." Phil informs Steve, then, he shrugs as he crosses his arms, "whole situation has me uneasy... but we didn't turn Manhatten into a battlefield." He gives a thumbsup, "So win there."

Captain America has posed:
Standing with his hands rested at his belt buckle, Steve nods curtly to Fury when his ride is complimented. "Thank you, sir. Some things never seem to age or lose their charm." There's the barest hint of a smile around his eyes despite the tense line of his jaw. His eyes flicker to the Quinjet and its contents before he looks to Phil.

The report fills in missing gaps in the Captain's knowledge of affairs. "That coincides with what Tony reported to me." Steve's eyes again slide to the Quinjet. He's silent for a second before his hands move to one of the small pouches at his waist. Out comes a small...spiral notebook with pen attached -- hey, you never know when electrical technology might fail. Quickly, he scratches out a brief message:

//Status of human is flaw in cyborg's logic. I can take advantage of this. Line of trust between us.// He means himself and Sebastion. The paper he holds out before himself for both Fury and Phil to read, looking between them.

Bastion has posed:
The cyborg Sentinel in the wheelchair seems to have oriented on the trio more, perhaps drawn by the motorcycle. He may be listening in. He does slowly turn the wheelchair. It's a massive hassle, because he's one-armed, so instead of a right turn it's a very long left in a circle. Then he entirely gives up on the chair and motion.

One of the three-story sentinels from the army peels off of the group, stepping forward. STOMP. "I WOULD LIKE TO SPEAK BUT CANNOT COME OVER TO YOU," booms the sentinel, under eerie control of Sebastion, clearly puppeted.

Nick Fury has posed:
    Nodding slightly while listening to Phil, Fury chews on the cigar, inhales, exhales, and stares at Sebastion first and then and the Sentinels next. While staring at them, Fury pauses as Captain America gets his time to speak, and then says, in a calm, cool voice that wasn't loud, but could probably be heard by Sebastion, even back here.

    "That's true Captain." Fury /almost/ smiles at Steve's comments. "Some of us had no charm to start. Aging...that is a different business." When Steve holds out the note, somehow Fury can read it even though he is several feet away. With a more subtle nod this time, Fury says, "We need to make a final decision about this." It was very obvious what Fury meant.

    We can come to you." Fury says to Sebastion, not loud, but in the voice that could be heard clear across a Helicarrier. "Cap, you want to take point? Agent Coulson, next. I'm right behind. Promise." You never knew what Fury had up his sleeve...or in his coat.

Captain America has posed:
The Captain inclines his head towards both of his SHIELDly comrades and puts away the notebook once more. The sudden movement of one of the Sentinel robots is enough to make his hand fly over his shoulder to engage the vibranium shield, but it's simply for communication -- not to leave all three of them in a mucky, melted mess. He sighs slowly through his nose, unamused by this turn of events, and then straightens once more. The shield is left on his back as a token display of peace.

"I'm on point," he replies sotto-voce to the Director and Agent. As such, he leads the way over to the Quinjet and its wheelchair-bound occupant at a deliberate, calm pace. Seeing Sebastion is different than hearing spoken word or reading type-set reports. That...is uncanny valley for the Captain. His throat works; too many fast, uncomfortable what-ifs and had-beens are shoved to one side in his brain quickly.

He walks up the ramp and towards Sebastion, both hands in plain view. "Afternoon, Sebastion," he says by way of greeting as he stops before the cyborg. Unclipping his helmet, he takes it off to fully reveal his face. "Figured you and I should chat. You remember me, I assume?"

Phil Coulson has posed:
Coming up right behind Steve is Phil, who moves to sit down in one of the passenger seats. He never takes his eyes off Sebastian, and remains quiet.

Seems he's happy to let Rogers and Fury handle this one.

Bastion has posed:
"Of course," Sebastion answers. The more deteriorated the cyborg Sentinel becomes, the stronger the unease he projects: the uncanny valley is getting more apparent as that time goes on, and he isn't keeping up with being as human as he used to be able to maintain.

"I wanted to say that I've found some other local Sentinels. I'll summon them to this site, with permission," Sebastion says. "They are a smaller, human scale infiltration model."

Captain America has posed:
"Good," replies Steve to the positive identification. Good indeed; memories of him remain in the brain-hard drive of the murderbot, and apparently to the positive and diplomatic thus far. Hearing Phil settle nearby is a small kernel of comfort. The agent is competent and reliable when acting in defense and Steve takes solace in this.

To hear of the other models make a cold finger slide down the Captain's spine. The Avengers have already dealt with one particular human-scale model and his throat works once again. "Sure. It's nice to meet new faces. While you're working on that, I have a request for you. Can you hand off control of those Sentinels to me? We're both fighting to keep humans safe, have been doing it for a long time." Steve's brows flick high and hold as he watches Sebastion. "Figure I'll keep 'em safe for you."

Phil Coulson has posed:
"As he said, sure. We have a party going here, let's make it bigger." Phil reaffirms Steve's response.

The more intel the better, certainly.

Bastion has posed:
Sebastion considers the request, but seems distracted. The allowance of having the infiltrator units come is, perhaps, important to him for some reason. There's a smile; it isn't dark at all, just a smile. "I can grant command priviledges to you, yes. They will obey your orders to the best of their ability, now," Sebastion answers Captain America. "I went ahead and added the same list to these that you had me add before, also, just now, of protected targets." Meaning, the Avengers' roster.

"They will recognize you through scan verification. Try not to block their scans." Because last night was a problem.

"The V12 units are coming now, I'd stopped them outside of this area when they were attracted to my presence. I'm going to dismantle one of them," Sebastion clarifies.

In fact, reports will immediately come in that a group of five civilians are trying to walk in on things, and one of them at the front has claimed to have permission to come inside. They look human: two men and three women.

Captain America has posed:
The taste of a hazarded reasoning for the call-in of these V12 cyborgs is a bitter, bitter thing. Steve bites the tip of his own tongue to stinging behind his lips. A glance over his shoulder means he sees the five figures at a distance across the field. Looking back at Sebastion, he simply says,

"Thank you for handing us the keys. We'll take good care of 'em for you." As soon as he can possibly manage, he intends to let Tony know of this turn of events -- unless Tony's being a techno-stalker at a distance and sees the sudden influx of access overrides in his favor. Regardless, he reaches up as if to itch at the back of his neck. The passby of his suit's wrist-piece brings the comm in his ear to life, no doubt connected to the genius-inventor at the other end. "You're in good hands here with Agent Coulson. I need to go make a quick call, let my people know about your decision."

A curt nod to both Agent and cyborg and Steve turns to walk back down the Quinjet's ramp. He pauses out of line of sight to sketch out another note. This, he hands off to Fury. It reads: //Need silent reinforcement. Hell might be let out of the handbag.//

Phil Coulson has posed:
"Let's hold off on dismantling them until we know what we're dealing with." Phil reasons to Sebastian, "But sure, let's bring them in to take a look."

He stands up, heading for the exit to the plane, "This is gonna be interesting..."

Bastion has posed:
"I need to dismantle one, to use the parts. I have several... human pieces attached to me that I need to return so that they can be buried properly by the families of the victims I borrowed the organs from," answers Sebastion in a voice that's quiet enough to show remorse, guilt.

Unless something directly stops him, he'll bring in the five to his vicinity, and request an indoor space to work in. His tone suggests embarrassment, or humiliation, about what it is. The five 'people' seem robotic and dead, just as much as the other sentinels. Except they look very human.