Post by strange on Jun 17, 2009 13:47:33 GMT -4
The camera switches on to reveal Mr. Strange working in his lab. He is carefully mixing two mixtures that begin to turn into a deep purple color.
Mr. Strange: What to do, what to do? Ah, good day hero, how goes it? Little sickened I imagine with a mixture of anger and fear for your children? Huh, wonder what its like to carry that thing around. What is it? Ah yes! A weakness!
Strange sets the two mixtures down, proud of his results. He chuckles to himself as he continues.
Mr. Strange: You know, I really didn’t know what to do with these brats when I first found them. The goal was clear and simple, prove that even the greatest of champions can be brought to his knees when they carry “morals” and ideas of “righteousness”. Most people out there start thinking like cartoons and honestly believe it’s the fuel to their fire, a fire that has been proven time to time to be an easy thing to put out. Example, if I told you to kill yourself or else the children die in your place, would you do it? Let’s just say were in a place where you can easily make this transaction and what not. It’s the impossible choice to make or so they say. Save lives or save the life that continues to save lives. I on the other hand find it difficult to decide whether or not I should wage their lives in the dramatic burlesque or to simply use them for my greater good and use them as lab rats.
Mr. Strange: Hehehehe. So even if you do win this fight and you do find away to bring these children home, what then? My dear Pence, the show must go on! We cannot avoid it, we cannot ignore it, it is there written within ourselves! You, this hero of light who walks this path of righteousness and good example and I, this opposite in every way imaginable, we can’t possible walk away like this! Oh no dear hero, I can see us doing this for a long, long time. Yes I can see some hidden potential in you, locked away deep inside your moral rule book. Hehehehe, but you wont betray your identity no matter what the cost right? I respect that! Oh what fun!
Mr. Strange eagerly gets up and takes a sample of the purple liquid and stores it in his jacket.
Mr. Strange: I’m getting that funny feeling again! I like this one! Uptight hero type with the world supporting him! An original Superman I tell yah! Don’t get many of those these days! So here is the deal I’ll offer you superman. If you win this fight, I return 20 out of 30 of these damn kids that are so fond of you. Hahahahahaha, you don’t really think I’ll give them all too you in one shot right? To be honest Weatherlight…
Mr. Strange leans up to the camera and cups a hand as if he only wanted Pence to know the surprise.
Mr. Strange: I’m gonna kill a few of them.
He begins nodding and lets down his hand.
Mr. Strange: Yep, I’m gonna kill them all real slow and nice like. I’ll send you the tape when I’m done. I gotta get the word out there yah know? No one’s insignificant enough to be killed. You can try to stop me buuuuut…. Well, you don’t even know where to begin looking!
Mr. Strange turns around and pulls out a knife. The blade gently presses against the lips of his mask as he turns his head around back to the camera.
Mr. Strange: Don’t worry hero, I’ll make them cry out pretty screams for you.
***Click***
***Click***
The lights in the dimly lit room were bright and showing the entire chemistry room where Strange is crouching down on a chair in front of the camera while holding the knife.
Mr. Strange: Crazy thought right here but I was walking down the hall until this idea popped into my mind! Why don’t you fight one of my special subordinates in a one on one fight to the death! Winner gets all the chips on table! In fact I’ll do you one better. Seeing how I know immediately right off the bat you’ll take this fight and I know right off the bat you’ll more then likely get fucked up real good, if you win you drink my quick fix medicine so I don’t have to see Level One kick your ass because your fresh from the god damn hospital while he’s been training in the gym waiting to fight your ass. There is no option here if you want to save those damn kids hero. Think about it, you win against me on Wednesday, you get to save 20 live. If you lose you have a chance of saving all 30. The only problem is… You have to fight Turk. Trust me, this beats fighting Captain X or Atticus. Heh, Captain X plays far dirtier then even myself. Think about it hero, its this or nothing.
***Click***
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Dr. Vice: I don’t know how you found your way past my security or how you even found this place to begin with but I’m afraid that this little quest on getting to know my master end right here. We don’t keep everything on just one computer. By the time you even figure out which country another one of them are hidden, we’ll find you.
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(Chapter 1, part 1)
The last memory I can think back on was when I was dragged out of that fire. I was bandaged up like a mummy but I felt no pain. Actually I felt nothing at all but not in a numb sort of way. It was too strange. My savior was another man bandaged up but I could see his face. Color wasn’t something that was showing up at the time but I could tell his eyes were glowing. It caught me in a trance at first but soon I was blacking out again. It wasn’t a normal black out, I could tell that I was loosing it but as my eyes closed, instead of fading to darkness, it began to get lighter. This bright light took over as I suddenly find myself in this strange desert.
None of this was making sense to me at the time but my body remained the same. My bandages were dry with blood but no injury can be found or felt. The ground was hard like solid rocks. Cracks were all across the ground in this endless desert with no sun. No sun, but this sky was white with other faded colors floating in the atmosphere. Pinks and blues with greens and purples like that thing I read about one time that they had over at the North Pole or something. It was the Northern lights or something like that except this stretch out through the entire sky. There were few trees but they were only a little over my height and they looked dried out and dead. Just a solid gray mass that pointed to the sky like lightning with its few branches.
Not far from me there was another figure sitting down and toying with a small plant with his back too me. I approach this figure and asked him where we were. Slowly he turned his head towards me with this overly joyful but very creepy smile. It was just some child of which I’ve never seen before in my life. He was half my size with white hair. He puts a finger up to his lips and shushes. This shush echoed through the desert ominously as he pointed to a part of the desert. I turned to see what he was pointing to only to fall back in astonishment to see this tower of chains that seemed to go up to the very heavens. Two hands and a head were sticking out of this tower but the figure’s long dark hair covered his face.
████: Where are we!
I commanded the other me to answer but he merely looked at me with this eerie smile upon his face. He walked up to me and with his right hand and he pointed at my head. Suddenly I’m jolting awake in a cold sweat. I’m breathing heavy and I can feel my heart racing fast. I notice the man who dragged me out of that fire. He was bald and wearing sunglasses while leaning on a chair for comfort. He was a filthy mess, as were I but he and I were both physically fine. He awoke at the sound of my heavy breathing and flinched like instinct demanded it. He heavily sighs when he sees it was only me and clears his throat. What a relieve to hear him speak fluently in German.
Alexander: My name is Alexander Priest, how are you?
At first I nearly choke when I realized how thirsty I am. After a series of coughs and attempts to clear my throat, I answer him back dryly.
████: Thirsty… Alive but thirsty.
Alexander: As are we all.
I look around to get my first good look at the place to see several figures lying around. We were in some old and rotting shack looking place. Fishing equipment was hung on the walls while a few of the figures try using fishing nets to desperately get some warmth. A tall and skinny looking fella sat in the corner of the room in awe as he simply stared into his hand as if something amazing happened to it. His eyes were like everyone else’s but we all varied in different colors. His were an emerald green stuck in a trance. The poor guy looked unnaturally pale and weak like death carved in ivory. Death carved in ivory, sounded familiar like something I might have read at one time.
Over on the ground there was this Asian man who couldn’t sleep. His eyes were different from the rest of us. One carried a gold iris while the other looked inverted or something. Highly unnatural, my first guess was a birth defect or a disease he was born with. The white of his eye was black while the iris was white but his pupil stayed black. He was restless and couldn’t sleep.
There were several more people there but I couldn’t focus on them. My head felt very strange. Couldn’t explain the feeling, never felt it before. Suddenly it disappears as the door opens up while two men enter the rotting shack. Both of them along with Alexander were speaking fluent Italian. Old memories of knowing Italian felt like it returned like the sun over a horizon. Slow at first with specks of memory and light to be seen and remembered but then an overwhelming warmth of crystal clear memories of the language and it’s break down.
Alexander: Did you find anything Anderson?
Anderson: I’ve found plenty thanks too Darius including a real place to stay and rest.
The blue eyed figure next to him kept looking down at his feet since he got there. Was he feeling guilty for something he did perhaps or was he taking unnecessary responsibility for what ever happened to us? My hands start to cover my face as my eyes start to tingle in pain. Everything was too detailed too me. I could make out almost every grain of sand when I got a glimpse of the ground. Some how or another, I blacked out again.
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Dr. Vice choke slams one of his minions to a wall.
Dr. Vice: Someone breached through one of MY security systems and hacked one of MY outposts and you’re telling me it isn’t your fault? Is NOT your fault? Basically you’re saying that MY work is flawed? Were underground and over 100 miles from the nearest city and your telling me one of you didn’t fuck up? There is NOTHING here that even most high tech equipment any government posses can detect!
Minion: M-maybe yellow jacket dug his way here s-sir?
Dr. Vice pulled out his gun and shot the man and looked at his other minions.
Dr. Vice: You listen to me you little shits. Don’t ever disrespect my architecting skills. You don’t think I have anything monitoring the ground below, above, and around us? Don’t give me teleporting as your next bullshit excuse! I’ve crashed many of Dr. Sin’s outposts and even a few of Cain and I know for a fact that between the three of us, no one has achieved it yet despite the breakthrough as of late. Creed has nothing to do with this either. His method would have been far different. It’s either one of two things, we have a spy among us or someone out there has advanced technology like us and knows what the fuck they are doing! Considering all of you are under the master’s control and don’t even know what the sun even looks like let alone actually contact anyone else out of here, a spy is ruled out.
Dr. Vice walked out of the room to meet up with the X Division Team.
Dr. Vice: Captain X, follow me to the control room. Were going to get a good look at our intruder and see how this magician did his tricks.
Alias X: Sir, what are our orders?
Dr. Vice: Alias X and Echo X. I’m promoting you both to captains of your own X Division teams. Alias yours is the double X Division and Echo is triple X Division. I’m leaving it up to you two to build your own teams. Captain X, it looks like you need two more people on your squad. I already have the perfect two. We’ll talk about it later after I get a good look at this guy.
Both Alias and Echo leave the two alone. Someone inform the master!
*** Mr. Strange and the Captains***
Mr. Strange: Heheheheh, someone finally broke through our security?
Mr. Strange and the three captains walked down a long corridor in a different base hidden somewhere in America.
Mr. Strange: There were flaws in the design no doubt about it but it would take a true master of mechanics to take advantage of those bugs. Even then you would have to know what you’re looking for. Yes, an inside man is ruled out so I suspect the unexpected.
Captain X: Which would be?
Mr. Strange: Either time travel or teleportation!
Alias X: With respect sir, don’t you think that’s a bit over the top? I mean time travel? That sounds a little fictional to me sir.
Mr. Strange: Says the woman commanding an elite team of super powered humans apart of an army of zombie like creatures with enhanced senses and fighting capabilities. Think about it. Cut my arm off and it would GROW back in a few years. A slow and painful process but if I willed it I could drastically shorten that period to a day. While the outside world is barely taping into the possibilities of altering life, we’ve already created the “the super man”. I have a hired assassin with gloves that can manipulate gravity and travel in the speed of sound, we know a priest carrying a man made arm from yours truly that can project microfiliant wires that can cut through nearly anything with enough force, and Jesus I’m carrying the cure for cancer in my pocket and I almost have the code cracked for AIDS! Time travel will be many years ahead of me and even longer for the outer world but I personally believe it can be done. I have theories on traveling to the future but no clue on how to go back. Give me time though.
Echo X: You have all the time in the world.
Mr. Strange: Yet another scientific wonder.
Captain X: For the mean time can we take things seriously? What is this “Yellow Jacket’s” plan? What does he intend to do with your history?
Mr. Strange: That can go back to the Time Travel Theory I have. Sounds to me that in the future, that base has been uncovered but the computer with the proper documents has either been deleted or destroyed because we’ve been uncovered. If he finds another base and takes the history then that would be further proof to me. Either he wants it for historic reasons or he’s using it to find a way to get in my mind and stop me from doing something in the future or something along those lines.
Alias X: The time travel theory fits in with the current situation but it may still be too early to determine what’s going on.
Mr. Strange: true. I need to properly examine the area myself first. Time travel isn’t just about time. It’s all about space as well. If they went back in time to get in my base, they could possibly miss my base and be stuck underground. The earth could be in a different location as it continues its spin around the sun so if it was time travel, I would have many questions for said traveler.
Echo X: Couldn’t that set off a paradox and end everything?
Mr. Strange: Impossible. The existence of the traveler would put that theory to rest. The moment the traveler first appeared it would have set off this reaction. Paradoxes are often mistaken by needing to have human interaction screwing with human nature or society where in turn it is really about having something, anything at all change even the littlest thing such as a foot print in the sand, a tree twig being snapped, or even having the air breathed when it was not suppose to be. That is if it is time travel. Still could be teleportation among a few other things. Ha, I’m loosing my point. Anyways if it is a time traveler, I know exactly how to catch this “Yellow Jacket” without him even being able to know. It will cost large sums of money. So, about your two replacements Captain...
Captain X: Yes, Dr. Vice has predetermined my two replacements ahead of time.
Mr. Strange: Has he now? Tell him to cancel that order. I have two I’ve been itching to get out on the field. Oh and Echo, I have a special assignment for you. I want you to keep a close eye on our dear friend Dr. Vice. Too much power can be troubling to the loyal mind so I just want some insurance that nothing is going to happen through him.
Echo X: Affirmative sir but one question. Why me?
Mr. Strange: Isn’t it obvious? Dr. Vice has taken some form of interest for you, possibly becoming quiet the fan of your work seeing how beautifully you can use his sound technology. Why else would he pick you out of 9 other people to become a captain when supposedly all the X members are to be viewed as equal individuals under one captain? As for you Alias, I have a special assignment awaiting you as well.
Alias X: Yes sir?
Mr. Strange: When you develop your team I need you to go on recon on Creed. We know one of his locations but by now it’s been evacuated and most likely made into a trap for me. Take whatever stealth equipment you need for the job but I need that base secured. I may not be able to use it for clues to find out where he is hiding but I can at least be able to figure out what he may be up to.
Alias X: I’ll recruit 9 of our stealthiest men and women.
Mr. Strange: Good girl, make me proud.
Captain X: As for me sir?
Mr. Strange: Undercover work! I’ll fill you in later.
Mr. Strange breaks away from them and enters another room while happily humming some random tune he made up on his own.
Alias X: I know I’m saying the obvious but damn, what a strange man. Breaking away in mid conversation and practically inviting danger where no outsider has ever reached before…
Mr. Strange: What to do, what to do? Ah, good day hero, how goes it? Little sickened I imagine with a mixture of anger and fear for your children? Huh, wonder what its like to carry that thing around. What is it? Ah yes! A weakness!
Strange sets the two mixtures down, proud of his results. He chuckles to himself as he continues.
Mr. Strange: You know, I really didn’t know what to do with these brats when I first found them. The goal was clear and simple, prove that even the greatest of champions can be brought to his knees when they carry “morals” and ideas of “righteousness”. Most people out there start thinking like cartoons and honestly believe it’s the fuel to their fire, a fire that has been proven time to time to be an easy thing to put out. Example, if I told you to kill yourself or else the children die in your place, would you do it? Let’s just say were in a place where you can easily make this transaction and what not. It’s the impossible choice to make or so they say. Save lives or save the life that continues to save lives. I on the other hand find it difficult to decide whether or not I should wage their lives in the dramatic burlesque or to simply use them for my greater good and use them as lab rats.
Mr. Strange: Hehehehe. So even if you do win this fight and you do find away to bring these children home, what then? My dear Pence, the show must go on! We cannot avoid it, we cannot ignore it, it is there written within ourselves! You, this hero of light who walks this path of righteousness and good example and I, this opposite in every way imaginable, we can’t possible walk away like this! Oh no dear hero, I can see us doing this for a long, long time. Yes I can see some hidden potential in you, locked away deep inside your moral rule book. Hehehehe, but you wont betray your identity no matter what the cost right? I respect that! Oh what fun!
Mr. Strange eagerly gets up and takes a sample of the purple liquid and stores it in his jacket.
Mr. Strange: I’m getting that funny feeling again! I like this one! Uptight hero type with the world supporting him! An original Superman I tell yah! Don’t get many of those these days! So here is the deal I’ll offer you superman. If you win this fight, I return 20 out of 30 of these damn kids that are so fond of you. Hahahahahaha, you don’t really think I’ll give them all too you in one shot right? To be honest Weatherlight…
Mr. Strange leans up to the camera and cups a hand as if he only wanted Pence to know the surprise.
Mr. Strange: I’m gonna kill a few of them.
He begins nodding and lets down his hand.
Mr. Strange: Yep, I’m gonna kill them all real slow and nice like. I’ll send you the tape when I’m done. I gotta get the word out there yah know? No one’s insignificant enough to be killed. You can try to stop me buuuuut…. Well, you don’t even know where to begin looking!
Mr. Strange turns around and pulls out a knife. The blade gently presses against the lips of his mask as he turns his head around back to the camera.
Mr. Strange: Don’t worry hero, I’ll make them cry out pretty screams for you.
***Click***
***Click***
The lights in the dimly lit room were bright and showing the entire chemistry room where Strange is crouching down on a chair in front of the camera while holding the knife.
Mr. Strange: Crazy thought right here but I was walking down the hall until this idea popped into my mind! Why don’t you fight one of my special subordinates in a one on one fight to the death! Winner gets all the chips on table! In fact I’ll do you one better. Seeing how I know immediately right off the bat you’ll take this fight and I know right off the bat you’ll more then likely get fucked up real good, if you win you drink my quick fix medicine so I don’t have to see Level One kick your ass because your fresh from the god damn hospital while he’s been training in the gym waiting to fight your ass. There is no option here if you want to save those damn kids hero. Think about it, you win against me on Wednesday, you get to save 20 live. If you lose you have a chance of saving all 30. The only problem is… You have to fight Turk. Trust me, this beats fighting Captain X or Atticus. Heh, Captain X plays far dirtier then even myself. Think about it hero, its this or nothing.
***Click***
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Dr. Vice: I don’t know how you found your way past my security or how you even found this place to begin with but I’m afraid that this little quest on getting to know my master end right here. We don’t keep everything on just one computer. By the time you even figure out which country another one of them are hidden, we’ll find you.
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Check out at the Hospital
(Chapter 1, part 1)
The last memory I can think back on was when I was dragged out of that fire. I was bandaged up like a mummy but I felt no pain. Actually I felt nothing at all but not in a numb sort of way. It was too strange. My savior was another man bandaged up but I could see his face. Color wasn’t something that was showing up at the time but I could tell his eyes were glowing. It caught me in a trance at first but soon I was blacking out again. It wasn’t a normal black out, I could tell that I was loosing it but as my eyes closed, instead of fading to darkness, it began to get lighter. This bright light took over as I suddenly find myself in this strange desert.
None of this was making sense to me at the time but my body remained the same. My bandages were dry with blood but no injury can be found or felt. The ground was hard like solid rocks. Cracks were all across the ground in this endless desert with no sun. No sun, but this sky was white with other faded colors floating in the atmosphere. Pinks and blues with greens and purples like that thing I read about one time that they had over at the North Pole or something. It was the Northern lights or something like that except this stretch out through the entire sky. There were few trees but they were only a little over my height and they looked dried out and dead. Just a solid gray mass that pointed to the sky like lightning with its few branches.
Not far from me there was another figure sitting down and toying with a small plant with his back too me. I approach this figure and asked him where we were. Slowly he turned his head towards me with this overly joyful but very creepy smile. It was just some child of which I’ve never seen before in my life. He was half my size with white hair. He puts a finger up to his lips and shushes. This shush echoed through the desert ominously as he pointed to a part of the desert. I turned to see what he was pointing to only to fall back in astonishment to see this tower of chains that seemed to go up to the very heavens. Two hands and a head were sticking out of this tower but the figure’s long dark hair covered his face.
████: Where are we!
I commanded the other me to answer but he merely looked at me with this eerie smile upon his face. He walked up to me and with his right hand and he pointed at my head. Suddenly I’m jolting awake in a cold sweat. I’m breathing heavy and I can feel my heart racing fast. I notice the man who dragged me out of that fire. He was bald and wearing sunglasses while leaning on a chair for comfort. He was a filthy mess, as were I but he and I were both physically fine. He awoke at the sound of my heavy breathing and flinched like instinct demanded it. He heavily sighs when he sees it was only me and clears his throat. What a relieve to hear him speak fluently in German.
Alexander: My name is Alexander Priest, how are you?
At first I nearly choke when I realized how thirsty I am. After a series of coughs and attempts to clear my throat, I answer him back dryly.
████: Thirsty… Alive but thirsty.
Alexander: As are we all.
I look around to get my first good look at the place to see several figures lying around. We were in some old and rotting shack looking place. Fishing equipment was hung on the walls while a few of the figures try using fishing nets to desperately get some warmth. A tall and skinny looking fella sat in the corner of the room in awe as he simply stared into his hand as if something amazing happened to it. His eyes were like everyone else’s but we all varied in different colors. His were an emerald green stuck in a trance. The poor guy looked unnaturally pale and weak like death carved in ivory. Death carved in ivory, sounded familiar like something I might have read at one time.
Over on the ground there was this Asian man who couldn’t sleep. His eyes were different from the rest of us. One carried a gold iris while the other looked inverted or something. Highly unnatural, my first guess was a birth defect or a disease he was born with. The white of his eye was black while the iris was white but his pupil stayed black. He was restless and couldn’t sleep.
There were several more people there but I couldn’t focus on them. My head felt very strange. Couldn’t explain the feeling, never felt it before. Suddenly it disappears as the door opens up while two men enter the rotting shack. Both of them along with Alexander were speaking fluent Italian. Old memories of knowing Italian felt like it returned like the sun over a horizon. Slow at first with specks of memory and light to be seen and remembered but then an overwhelming warmth of crystal clear memories of the language and it’s break down.
Alexander: Did you find anything Anderson?
Anderson: I’ve found plenty thanks too Darius including a real place to stay and rest.
The blue eyed figure next to him kept looking down at his feet since he got there. Was he feeling guilty for something he did perhaps or was he taking unnecessary responsibility for what ever happened to us? My hands start to cover my face as my eyes start to tingle in pain. Everything was too detailed too me. I could make out almost every grain of sand when I got a glimpse of the ground. Some how or another, I blacked out again.
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Dr. Vice choke slams one of his minions to a wall.
Dr. Vice: Someone breached through one of MY security systems and hacked one of MY outposts and you’re telling me it isn’t your fault? Is NOT your fault? Basically you’re saying that MY work is flawed? Were underground and over 100 miles from the nearest city and your telling me one of you didn’t fuck up? There is NOTHING here that even most high tech equipment any government posses can detect!
Minion: M-maybe yellow jacket dug his way here s-sir?
Dr. Vice pulled out his gun and shot the man and looked at his other minions.
Dr. Vice: You listen to me you little shits. Don’t ever disrespect my architecting skills. You don’t think I have anything monitoring the ground below, above, and around us? Don’t give me teleporting as your next bullshit excuse! I’ve crashed many of Dr. Sin’s outposts and even a few of Cain and I know for a fact that between the three of us, no one has achieved it yet despite the breakthrough as of late. Creed has nothing to do with this either. His method would have been far different. It’s either one of two things, we have a spy among us or someone out there has advanced technology like us and knows what the fuck they are doing! Considering all of you are under the master’s control and don’t even know what the sun even looks like let alone actually contact anyone else out of here, a spy is ruled out.
Dr. Vice walked out of the room to meet up with the X Division Team.
Dr. Vice: Captain X, follow me to the control room. Were going to get a good look at our intruder and see how this magician did his tricks.
Alias X: Sir, what are our orders?
Dr. Vice: Alias X and Echo X. I’m promoting you both to captains of your own X Division teams. Alias yours is the double X Division and Echo is triple X Division. I’m leaving it up to you two to build your own teams. Captain X, it looks like you need two more people on your squad. I already have the perfect two. We’ll talk about it later after I get a good look at this guy.
Both Alias and Echo leave the two alone. Someone inform the master!
*** Mr. Strange and the Captains***
Mr. Strange: Heheheheh, someone finally broke through our security?
Mr. Strange and the three captains walked down a long corridor in a different base hidden somewhere in America.
Mr. Strange: There were flaws in the design no doubt about it but it would take a true master of mechanics to take advantage of those bugs. Even then you would have to know what you’re looking for. Yes, an inside man is ruled out so I suspect the unexpected.
Captain X: Which would be?
Mr. Strange: Either time travel or teleportation!
Alias X: With respect sir, don’t you think that’s a bit over the top? I mean time travel? That sounds a little fictional to me sir.
Mr. Strange: Says the woman commanding an elite team of super powered humans apart of an army of zombie like creatures with enhanced senses and fighting capabilities. Think about it. Cut my arm off and it would GROW back in a few years. A slow and painful process but if I willed it I could drastically shorten that period to a day. While the outside world is barely taping into the possibilities of altering life, we’ve already created the “the super man”. I have a hired assassin with gloves that can manipulate gravity and travel in the speed of sound, we know a priest carrying a man made arm from yours truly that can project microfiliant wires that can cut through nearly anything with enough force, and Jesus I’m carrying the cure for cancer in my pocket and I almost have the code cracked for AIDS! Time travel will be many years ahead of me and even longer for the outer world but I personally believe it can be done. I have theories on traveling to the future but no clue on how to go back. Give me time though.
Echo X: You have all the time in the world.
Mr. Strange: Yet another scientific wonder.
Captain X: For the mean time can we take things seriously? What is this “Yellow Jacket’s” plan? What does he intend to do with your history?
Mr. Strange: That can go back to the Time Travel Theory I have. Sounds to me that in the future, that base has been uncovered but the computer with the proper documents has either been deleted or destroyed because we’ve been uncovered. If he finds another base and takes the history then that would be further proof to me. Either he wants it for historic reasons or he’s using it to find a way to get in my mind and stop me from doing something in the future or something along those lines.
Alias X: The time travel theory fits in with the current situation but it may still be too early to determine what’s going on.
Mr. Strange: true. I need to properly examine the area myself first. Time travel isn’t just about time. It’s all about space as well. If they went back in time to get in my base, they could possibly miss my base and be stuck underground. The earth could be in a different location as it continues its spin around the sun so if it was time travel, I would have many questions for said traveler.
Echo X: Couldn’t that set off a paradox and end everything?
Mr. Strange: Impossible. The existence of the traveler would put that theory to rest. The moment the traveler first appeared it would have set off this reaction. Paradoxes are often mistaken by needing to have human interaction screwing with human nature or society where in turn it is really about having something, anything at all change even the littlest thing such as a foot print in the sand, a tree twig being snapped, or even having the air breathed when it was not suppose to be. That is if it is time travel. Still could be teleportation among a few other things. Ha, I’m loosing my point. Anyways if it is a time traveler, I know exactly how to catch this “Yellow Jacket” without him even being able to know. It will cost large sums of money. So, about your two replacements Captain...
Captain X: Yes, Dr. Vice has predetermined my two replacements ahead of time.
Mr. Strange: Has he now? Tell him to cancel that order. I have two I’ve been itching to get out on the field. Oh and Echo, I have a special assignment for you. I want you to keep a close eye on our dear friend Dr. Vice. Too much power can be troubling to the loyal mind so I just want some insurance that nothing is going to happen through him.
Echo X: Affirmative sir but one question. Why me?
Mr. Strange: Isn’t it obvious? Dr. Vice has taken some form of interest for you, possibly becoming quiet the fan of your work seeing how beautifully you can use his sound technology. Why else would he pick you out of 9 other people to become a captain when supposedly all the X members are to be viewed as equal individuals under one captain? As for you Alias, I have a special assignment awaiting you as well.
Alias X: Yes sir?
Mr. Strange: When you develop your team I need you to go on recon on Creed. We know one of his locations but by now it’s been evacuated and most likely made into a trap for me. Take whatever stealth equipment you need for the job but I need that base secured. I may not be able to use it for clues to find out where he is hiding but I can at least be able to figure out what he may be up to.
Alias X: I’ll recruit 9 of our stealthiest men and women.
Mr. Strange: Good girl, make me proud.
Captain X: As for me sir?
Mr. Strange: Undercover work! I’ll fill you in later.
Mr. Strange breaks away from them and enters another room while happily humming some random tune he made up on his own.
Alias X: I know I’m saying the obvious but damn, what a strange man. Breaking away in mid conversation and practically inviting danger where no outsider has ever reached before…
