Betsy had to be rough with his lady as he slammed the shaft into her hole, reattaching the armature and suffering the six second sag. With her still flat on her back, it was much easier to get into position as he unfastened her top and climbed inside. The first thing most see is a web of cables that looks like it is meant to catch him, in fact it is an interactive lattice that uplinks with his current power armor to mirror his micro-movements to a macro-scale. Activating the gravity nullifier in the suit itself, he gracefully pops up to a standing position like a marionette doll.

[color=004b80]"Alright baby, lets go get dirty."[/color]

Massive doors were already opening as he was suiting up so he had nothing more to do than magnitize his feet to a standing position, crouch down, reverse magnetic charge for a minuscule boost, and LEAP out into central city to see what he could do to help. Klaxon alarms went off as he un-holstered his graviton cannon and started hunting for anything falling from the sky that wasn't supposed to.
***
He saw the age wear on his C.O. it was clear that the attack was not wanted, but needed. The greatest victories are the wars not fought, it was simple math to understand mutants could do everything humans could and more. If you lined up 1000 armed and trained humans versus 1000 armed and trained mutants, the mutants win, it just happens.
"No Juro. No, things didn't go to well at all. It seems that our plans to mount an attack on the mutant registration department holding facility stands. We will need everyone on point. You all know your rolls. 
Inform Stampede that he will indeed be the way we smash through the front fortifications. We attack in one day." 
Juro nodded and pulled out his phone to begin testing when all hell broke loose. Thankfully he was in his body armor to mitigate the damage, but he didn't have his helmet on. When it all came to a stop he cracked a smile, 'driver' had removed himself  by reaching through the little window so that he wasn't crushed by the frontal impact. [color=bc8dbf]"Oh, mi Diosa. Sir, why on earth did you do that to us?"[/color]

Apparently those spanish lessons were paying off as he emerged from the car first, NOW wearing his mask with rifle ready for an assault as the Mortician raised the earth and brought them up to see the city on fire. He took a moment to assess the situation before speaking up but was interrupted by the omega mutant cry for his friend. Next he heard the exchange between himself and his superior easily enough and soon enough they were on their way back to the fallen house as he actively dismissed all his other selves down to just 'king' and 'war'.
*
'War' had his orders and now he did activate the little red laser for the photokinetic mutant to know there was support, perhaps with an already existing Laser, he could supercharge the beam into cutting through the opponent from behind as he fired his targeted round at the mechanical opponent's neck joint. He was fighting blind but he knew the second that light surrounded himself in a protective barrier, he was going to detonate the charges still in the house. Ten separate single pound charges of home made c-4 was equivalent to ten different bundles of 16 sticks of dynamite. He had read the anarchist cookbook under the botanist and the EOD manuals when he was still in the service, he knew where to place the charges properly, but now that the house was sunk in, the situation was different and would probably be noise, smoke and light debris shrapnel. Not enough for significant damage, but more for disorientation of the enemy.
***

As an immortal, Necron had to learn to be aware of his surroundings so as to not be beheaded from behind. But as much as he sensed someone behind him, there was no one there. Years of trechery must be taking their toll as he felt the hum in the deck plates as the shields came online. Odd they were not due for any drills, this with flickering lights was a bad omen. Followed by a signal to brace for impact.

"Attention all personnel, please brace for impact"

Necron threw himself into the nearest doorway he could find and hoped it wouldn't be like that time in San Francisco. Mentally he mapped out the route for the nearest escape pods, he did not feel like testing his immortality today. Suddenly, the doorway he was standing in opened...
***

As the general enters, Tohi rolls to his feet and nods to the teacher to show as much respect he can while being commanded by their shared superior to approach immediately. As orders are issued, he starts pulling the straps off of his body armor to [i]really[/i] go train to take on a psycho mutant. But then the ground starts to shake and things begin to fall to the ground, by some miracle the silent galoot remains standing while Chi-tah drops prone and splays out his body like a skinned rug covered in combat padding.

[color=aba000]"I THINK THE BOTANIST HEARD YOU!"[/color]