Xaviers!

After Siberia was almost miraculously revived from her icy tomb spirits across the remains of the fleet lift significantly. Soon they've taken stock of what they have left to work with. 3 supply ships, 1 escort frigate which includes a small helicopter. Several hundred men, in varying states of being wounded, a good half of them mutants. Shatterstar is in critical condition and lucky to make it through the coming days. Still, they have enough to at least try and so plans are drawn up for how to best attack the Order facility. With Siberia's revival a short trek through Antarctica to get to the Savage Land is no longer out of the picture, especially since it allows them to break through a lot of permafrost and drive the ships right up to the mountain range with Siberia standing at the bow of the new flagship. The massive glacier slowly but surely breaking in two and parting under the power of the comparatively small human facing it down. Eventually, as they make their way through the frozen canyon they hit actual ground and make landfall while the ice continues to recede.

They only set up the bare minimum of a camp before most of the troops already prepare to move on. Most seem to realize how desperate a push this is, but it doesn't seem to diminish their willingness to do so much and soon enough they are scaling the mountain range. After a couple days climb they finally reach the crest and pass through a shimmering barrier of the eco-field, followed by a thick bank of clouds that is refreshingly warm. Soon enough they pass through the cloud cover and can see the jungle spread out below them. Along with it, they can see the Order facility and the surrounding area full of troops, dinosaurs and machines of war that the main bulk of their troops is going to assault while a small infiltration team is preparing to attack the base directly.

"Lot of ground to cover," Sam says as she looks out over the valley.

"You still ah... keen on punching dinosaurs, Tosh?"

"As if Bruce is the only one," Tosh answered.

"Their technology seems to still be intact and perfectly functional, so getting into the facility might prove a challenge," Siberia said. She was wearing a thinnish suit of ice and Sam could probably sense that she was using the ice to help her move.

"Which is why we might need a Tosh more than we need a Bruce."

Will yawned and stretched.

"Feels good to be off a boat, though. Rubbish with that!"

There's not that much jungle between them and the facility. Mostly open area filled with barracks and troops. Soon enough most of the remaining Russian soldiers are marching ahead, getting ready to attack the main bulk of the Order forces while the rest of them follow behind and cut around most of the compound. It doesn't take long for the sounds of fighting to reach them, which serves as their cue to cut through to the main facility. They run into a couple of startled cavemen that proof to be little more than a speedbump to the group, but then a series of thuds carries a juvenile Apatosaurus into their way, strapped to it's back a number of weapon manned by cavemen.

Explosions ring out in the distance where the main battle is raging and the dinosaur sweeps it's massive tail at the group while the three cavemen on it's back open fire.

"Gah!" Will shouted, diving into the underbrush to try to dodge things,

Tosh took cover behind a boulder. The rock suddenly rose out of the ground as Bruce hefted it to throw at the cavemen.

"Rock on!"

Siberia throws herself onto her back, the tail flailing over her before she flings ice at the creature's head in an attempt to temporarily blind it. As soon as the ice is away, her ice suit skitters her away, moving her to dodge fire.

Sam dashes behind a prehistorically large log, screaming pain into the minds of the cavemen in a hope to at least knock their aim off.

Bruce's rock sails through air and slams into the side of the dinosaur, right where one of the cavemen is manning a weapon. Metal gives in and the cavemen is thrown from the deformed seat. The dinosaur doesn't seem to particularly care, but the weapon is thoroughly wrecked.

Meanwhile laser fire cuts through the air in erratic bursts as cavemen squeeze down on triggers while wincing at Sam's assault, the bolts stenciling holes into foliage and the surrounding buildings instead of people.

The dinosaur grunts as sharp shards of ice pepper it's face and it begins to instinctively turn away from the biting cold, bringing the cavemen on it's side into an awkward firing angle and giving the group some more room to approach.

"Get ready, Bruce!" Siberia yells, getting to her feet and moving quickly towards the dinosaur. The air around her hands freezes as she lunges and grabs at the straps securing the weapons to the dinosaur. She forces intense cold into the straps, frosting the material and hopefully weakening it before she falls away with a "Light them up!"

Bruce began charging up the moment he was told to get ready. "About damn time!" he called out in an electric roar before releasing the ball of lightning from his maw.

The straps are metal, but even that grows brittle under extreme temperatures. The lightning Bruce unleashes doesn't snap it, but the super-cooled metal harness sure transmits the blast tot he Dinosaur, who roars in pain and treshes around, snapping the brittle metal bands keeping the weapons mounted on it. The mean of controlling these creatures seems to be less pronounced here than it was with Mr. Stompy and the giant squid as the dinosaur tramples over the shaken off ahrness, breaking it and scattering the cavemen that were riding it.

"Well...that seemed to work out pretty well!"

"As the Americans say, sometimes you throw something at the wall and see what sticks," Siberia says as she goes to skirt the thrashing dinosaur and get closer to the main facility.

"So. What's our plan from here, then?"

"We've got to hope most of them are occupied fighting the main force, or this will be a real slog," she says, following Siberia.

"The more the merrier," Will said in a sing-song voice.

"Not in this case clay dude. We gots to be sneaky-like," said the giant fish man.

"I can do that. I'm really sneaky. Like a pair of sneakers who sneak."

"My troops will do their part to keep as many distracted as possible. Hopefully that will be enough for us to do our job," Siberia says as she begins moving faster.

Pushing through the backline they group only encounters minor groups of enemies that are quickly dispatched as they approach the main facility. They find that there are plenty of ways inside, most of the doors open and their electronic control panels deactivated. From inside the metal hallways they can hear the echoes of fighting and screams. A group of three cavemen come stumbling out from some interconnecting passage, followed swiftly by some kind of robot designed by an insane idiot. It looks like it barely works, shambling forward on three legs but unfortunately it works enough to swing the buzz-saw it's wielding around and into one of the cavemen who goes down in a spray of blood.

From further down the hallway a small robot hops along, buckling under the weight of the giant barrel on top of it. It takes wobbly aim and a huge energy bolt is thrown down the corridor, missing by a mile but burning a massive hole into the metal wall next to the group.

"...alright," she says quietly to the others.

"That... wasn't what I was expecting to see. How about you?"

"This is not the Order's typical precision, but I'll take any advantage I can get," Siberia said, flinging ice down the hall and trying to clog the massive barrel. It might not stop energy bolts, but at least it would throw the thing even further off balance.

"Maybe Haywire actually went haywire?" Bruce asked as he got ready to fight. He charged up a ball of lightning and launched it at the murderous saw-wielding robot.

The saw-wielding robot gets hit and spasms even more erratically, although at least it isn't actively sawing anybody in half anymore.

The gun-bot staggers as it tries to lift the barrel along with the increased weight but fires a shot none the less. The icicle shatters, absorbing some of the blast that once again goes wide.

A bunch of more mismatched robots shamble out of the corridor the saw one emerged from. No two of them look alike but they're all equipped with some semblance of weapon, often more than one.

"If these are Haywire's, I wonder if they'd shoot at Tosh."

"Totally not volunteering for that!" Bruce objected.

"...fine."

She shifts her features to resemble Tosh, and ducks her head around the corner, ready to yank back if the robots take aim.

They most certainly do. In that they kind of indiscriminately spray bullets and laser-bolts everywhere, including Sam's Tosh's Haywire's direction.

Sam scrambles back behind cover, her features snapping back to normal.

"...alright, those things do not like Haywire."

"I'm going to guess they don't like anyone," Siberia said, throwing more ice down the hallway to keep the big cannon unbalanced. This time when the ice hits, it begins moving, trying to shove itself into cracks and get inside the cannon-bot to wreak havoc. "We have to get deeper into the facility!"

Panopticon's symbol appeared on a wall monitor.

"Yes! Deeper! Welcome X... no no no not that logo!" an insane voice announces.

The triangle morphed into a stylized hazard symbol.

"Ah! Much better! Hello and welcome X-Men, to the Island of Misfit toys. I'm afraid Panopticon isn't feeling well, so I'll be your frenemy this evening. I'm here to help...ish. Assuming these rampaging murderbots I lost control of don't kill you first that is."

"Oh, good! A helper!" Will nodded, satisfied.

"Who the bloody hell is this nutter?"

"He seems nice enough..."

"Who am I? Sharknado there can venture a guess. Yes, you Mr. Narumi. I know you helped my Lah Lah."

Siberia glanced at Tosh as she kept trying to deal with the killer robots, "What's he talking about?"