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Age Of Onslaught
Part 16/37
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Generation Next 6.
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Nightcrawler reappeared with a bamf on top of one of the
damaged buildings. He instantly faded into the shadows, looking about
for the Bio-Sentinels or their larger, totally robotic brethren.
He saw nothing, but in the alley below him there was a light pink
glow emanating up, it swiftly faded but his interest was piqued.
He silently moved to the ledge, looking over carefully, his
eyes widening at the sight.
His first thoughts once he'd recovered from the shock of seeing
his old team-mate - John Proudstar - alive again had been to think of
what had happened to bring him here.
He'd been on Muir Isle, helping Captain Britain and Meggan with
their wedding plans when he'd been hit with a flash of yellow light and
he'd suddenly reappeared in the alleyway.
It was possibly a dream, maybe a telepathically induced nightmare
or a trick by Nightmare himself, who'd crossed paths with Excalibur many
times before. But the most likely explanation was that he'd somehow
appeared in an Alternate Universe, unfortunately he had experience with
those too.
Below him, in the alley, was a mutant that had been believed dead
for many months and had then returned during Magnus' attempt to insinuate
himself into the Earth's electro-magnetic spectrum. (*) Her name was
Blink, and with her were two Generation X'ers, Husk and Skin.
Skin had his hand around Husk's mouth, and he was whispering
frantically into her ear while Blink stood watching nervously, glancing
about for Bio-Sentinels. She had good reason, there had been one there
when she'd Blinked in, accidentally appearing in the same place it was and
destroying it's body. Where there had been one, there was likely to
others.
"Quiet!" Skin was whispered,"Just be quiet, if you make any
noise those Bio-Sentinels will come running! Right now they're dealing
with Proudstar... we gotta get out of here!"
"Skin's right," said Blink,"You've gotta believe me, Paige,
there's nothing we can do for the Proudstars or Chamber."
Husk moaned at the mention of her lover's codename, but she
finally seemed to calm down. Skin took his hand from her mouth, was
relieved when she didn't speak.
"Listen," Skin whispered,"If we can get to the boat we can still
make the rendezvous, I know the signals, Darkholme will let us on.... but
we have to go now!"
- Darkholme? - thought Nightcrawler in surprise, - Mystique? -
"I can't go without Jono," Paige said adamantly.
Skin sighed,"Paige... he's dead, the only way they could have
stopped the Proudstar's is with a null-field, and you know what a null
field would do to Chamber."
She stared at him defiantly, unwilling to believe it, then she
sagged down, moaning.
"We don't have time for this," muttered Blink,"We...."
[Mutants,] said a harsh voice,[Surrender!]
They twisted about, staring in fear at the Bio-Sentinels as they
strode into the alley, one carried John Proudstar over it's shoulder
like he weighed nothing.
- WHAT! - Skin thought frantically, - They promised to leave me
and Husk alone! -
True he hadn't exactly stayed to the terms of his contract, when
Blink had arrived he'd convinced her to blink over to the next alley and
rescue Husk... but a deal was a deal!
[You have no hope of escape,] the lead Bio-Sentinel said,[Surrender
now and co-operate with our interrogations and we may give you a quick
death.]
[YOU ARE HELPLESS,] boomed another voice, and the giant Sentinel
appeared from the shadows, standing at the head of the alley,[THIS UNIT
IS EQUIPPED WITH A NULLIFICATION DEVICE....SQUAWWWK!]
With a bamf, Nightcrawler had appeared beside the Sentinel's head,
grabbed it and bamfed away, taking a sizeable portion of the head with
it.
"Nightcrawler!" gasped Skin in wonder, then shook his head clear
as the Bio-Sentinels charged. Blink leaped in front of him and formed
giant pink knives, cutting into the Bio-Sentinels and forming tiny little
dimensional rifts in their bodies, cutting them up and forcing them back.
Her teeth gritted with fury as they tried to force their way past her.
Nightcrawler reappeared all over the place, bamfing here, there
and everywhere. Taking apart the Bio-Sentinels with a mixture of his
teleportation and fighting skills.
Husk was still unresponsive, but she moved when pulled, so Skin
took off at a fast run, pulling her with him.
Leaving Blink and Nightcrawler alone.
-
Rick Jones stumbled along, hunched over and coughing in the hope
of fooling prospective muggers into thinking he had some kind of disease.
He was in the area once known as East L.A, there was a teleport
booth in the area which he would be able to use to get back to his studio,
but he didn't like being in the area.
He passed by a lighted stoop, it was a good idea to keep to the
lighted areas on Los Angeles Island, the gangers and psychos kept to the
dark in the vain hope of evading Sentinels.
"Hey old man, looking to relight the fire?" giggled a females
voice, he twisted his head within the hood and peered up at the stoop,
there was a whore up there.
She wasn't your run of the mill whore, she was fairly tall and
blond (most likely peroxide he thought to himself). She wore large
green sunglasses that also covered her entire forehead, her blonde curls
spilling over the edge. The majority of her costume was pink. Tight
leggings with a yellow strip running up the sides of her thighs, a small
little pink top that was pulled tight over her small, firm breasts. She
had golden star earrings and a wide grin that made her look incredibly
cute.
- Trailer park trash if ever I saw it, - Rick thought to himself
with a grin, then turned his head back to the road and began on his way
again.
"What's the matter, old man?" she called after him,"Can't get it
up no more?"
He paused, considering.
- Why not? - he thought to himself, - I delivered the films,
I don't gotta be back for awhile. -
He straightened up, feeling a great deal of satisfaction when he
heard her gasp. He turned about and drew his hood back, flashing a
charming, roguish grin at her.
"Hey, you offering? I'm taking!"
His hair was shoulder length and unkempt, unshaven, he had light
stubble around his chin. He was above average height, not overly muscular
but lean and well toned.
"Hey, not so old man," the whore smiled,"You're sure good looking,
but there isn't any such thing as a free ride... you got the cash, we
can party."
He chuckled lightly, he had never paid for sex in his life, after
all he was a propaganda specialist for the deviant branch.
"Sure you can't make an exception for me?"
She shook her head, tsk tsking him but still smiling. She was
younger than him, probably no more than 21 or 22 and she hadn't been
totally crushed by the stress and tension of living on the streets yet.
"Even for an Special Privileged Trustee?" he asked.
She laughed,"You ain't no S.P.T."
He reached into his rags and pulled out a small, black disk. He
hit a tiny catch on it and a holographic image of himself appeared on
it, dressed in the uniform of the Deviant Branch. The words of the
dreaded Master Mold spoke.
[This human, designate : Richard Jones - is an authorized member
of The Deviant Branch, as a propaganda specialist he....]
Rick flicked the catch and the voice cut off, the image disappeared,
his smile widened when he saw the look of awe on the whores face, even
more pleased to see it tinged with fear.
She jumped off the stoop and approached him cautiously, nervously
smiling.
"Hi there.... uh, sir," she swallowed,"I'm Tabitha, but people
call me BoomBoom," she sighed, looked like she was going to say something
else.
"You're a mutant, aren't you," he said it for you.
"How did you...?" she began.
"BoomBoom, nobody has a nickname like BoomBoom, there aren't
any humans left in L.A that are that imaginative. You obviously have some
kind of explosive power."
"You aren't going to take me to the Sentinels are you?" she asked
him in fear. Being a mutant was against the law in Los Angeles Island,
unless you were under the protection or sanction of a human in authority
then you were dead meat if you were ever found. Obviously this BoomBoom
had stayed hidden till now.
"I like the look of you," Rick said,"I was thinking about trying
you out, if you pass the test I could put you to work for Deviant Branch."
Her eyes lit up with hope, working for the Deviants was no worse
than what she was doing now, it was actually slightly better, and had
added security because she would actually be sanctioned by the Sentinels.
"What's the test?" she asked.
"What do you think?" he asked right back, realization dawned in
her eyes and a wide grin split her face.
They had slid into the alley and now BoomBoom was on her knees,
fumbling with his belt in her eagerness to get his pants down.
A smug smile was on Rick's face, here was his freebie, his by
right, why should he pay to have the hot little blond bitches mouth
around his cock?
He moaned happily as BoomBoom's hot, moist lips slid over the
tip of his cock. She sucked on his knob for a bit, then she began to
slide her lips slowly down the length of his shaft, swallowing the hard
meat of the propaganda specialist.
At first she had trouble getting more than a few inches of his
cock into her mouth. It wasn't too thick, but it was long and she knew
it would take some time to get more in. Wanting to impress, Tabitha began
to force her head forward. taking another few inches into her willing
mouth, getting her throat and lips to relax. As she did this she also
slowly, languorously sucked on the cock in her mouth. Rick stepped
forward slightly over her bended legs, pushing his hips forward and getting
more of his cock into her mouth.
She had removed her sunglasses, now her closed eyes opened slightly
and she stared up at him. She began to deepthroat his cock, with each
downwards stroke of her mouth she took another inch of his long, lean
cock into her oral orifice, until finally she had Rick's dick entirely
in her mouth, her lips pressed against the base of his hard, throbbing
shaft. Her lips pressed into his pubic hair, tickling at her nose, his
balls resting comfortably on her chin. The hot young mutant whore slowly
reached up and latched on to his buttocks, pulling herself forward so that
his cock was pressing up hard against the back of her throat. Clutching
tightly onto his ass, she began to make slow, wet strokes with her mouth
up and down Rick's prick.
The propaganda specialist moaned happily, loving every second of
having the hot blonde sucking on his dick. He loved the feel of her small
hands squeezing his asscheeks as she moved forward, slowly sliding her
mouth up and down his dick, her hot, wet mouth was wrapping around his
shaft like it was some kind of vagina. He began to pump his hips forward,
pressing his cockhead against the back of her throat. Her lips were tightly
wrapped around his meat, the tip of her tongue sliding along the underside
of his dick, making her mouth feel even tighter around his dick.
"Good," he moaned,"I'm gonna cum!"
From half closed eyelids, Tabitha looked up at him, a light grin
tugging at the corners of her mouth, as much as it could with his cock
stuffed into her mouth. She pushed her face forward and got every last
inch of his cock as deeply into her mouth as she possibly could. Her cheeks
sucked in as she fucked his cock with her mouth.
"YEAH!" grunted Rick and shoved his hips forward, shooting his cum
deep down her throat,"ALL RIGHT!" he moaned in ecstasy, a wide smile
crossing his face as his head lolled back on it's neck and his eyes rolled
back to show the whites.
With a low groan he stumbled back a couple of steps, his cock
pulling free from her warm, wet mouth. He hit the wall of the neighboring
apartment building and rested against it. After a few minutes he pulled his
pants up, then opened his mouth to say something to Tabitha.
[Registering mutant presence,] spoke a robotic voice, Rick twisted
about and stared in surprised at a Bio-Sentinel that had appeared from
nowhere,[You are in violation of the law, mutant, also you have a false
ident chip implanted that indicates you are human.]
"Where did you come from?" growled Rick.
[Human, you are also in violation of the law and have no i.d chip
implanted, you...]
"Rick Jones," he muttered, pulling out the small black
i.d disk,"S.P.T, sanctioned by Unit 174 as morale booster for human
populace as well as propaganda specialist, Deviant Branch!"
The Bio-Sentinel paused as it checked it's files, registered
that Rick was a Special Privileged Trustee.
[And this mutant female? Is she sanctioned under Deviant Branch?]
Rick hesitated for a second, looked at Tabitha and saw the hope
in her eyes.
Suddenly a muscular man burst out from the stoop where Tabitha
had first met Rick. He wore only a singlet, had a checkered shirt over
his ass, the sleeves wrapped around his waist. His jeans were so tight
Rick wasn't sure how he could walk.
"Bitch! Why aren't you on the stoop advertising?" he stopped
short when he saw the Bio-Sentinel.
The Bio-Sentinel didn't even look at the pimp, just extended an
arm in his direction and blasted his with a plasma burst, disintegrating
him.
[Well?] asked The Bio-Sentinel.
Rick considered, he'd enjoyed her mouth, he'd like to get into
her cunt which looked to be nice and tight, and maybe even buttfuck her
as well but... well it would be too much trouble for them to both get
back and then he'd have to set her up with the registry and then get that
faked implant chip removed.
"Nah, just a whore," he said,"Take her away."
He ignored her howls of protest and screams and curses as The
Bio-Sentinel neutralized her powers with a null field. As he walked away
he heard her slump to the ground, sedated by the Bio-Sentinel.
He'd forgotten about her by the time he'd rounded the next corner.
-
"Where have Skin and Husk gone?" asked Nightcrawler, standing
over the twitching Bio-Sentinels. He had removed their major cybernetic
implants, basically rendering them helpless. Blink had been more ruthless,
destroying her opponents.
"He told me he knew of a safe place to take her," she said, peering
about for more Bio-Sentinels,"I thought there was one more of these
monstrosities?"
"I bamfed one over to East L.A," replied Nightcrawler,"It was
getting in the way."
"You realize where we are?" she asked him.
"Some kind of Alternate Universe?"
"Not just any, I think," she said,"Don't ask me how I know, but
I think this is The Age Of Apocalypse... I've been here before, the first
time was by accident while fighting the Phalanx. I escaped from here
when Magneto sent Bishop back in time to save Xavier. This time I was at
the Massachusetts Academy when I got hit by a flash of yellow light and
found myself here."
"Ya, it was the same with me, only I was on Muir Isle."
She looked about,"Our best bet is to head to Westchester, to
Xavier's Mansion. Magneto will probably be there, if he's not then he'll
be in New York."
"Can you blink us that far?" he asked,"My bamfs are limited in
range."
"Usually yes, but the trip here seems to have tired me out, I
can get us out of L.A though."
"Let's go," he said,"The sooner we get back to the real Universe,
the better."
She took his hand, the pink portal started at their feet and
traveled up, blinking them away as it did.
-
John Proudstar - Thunderbird - groaned as he came awake, he
looked up and saw he was in a gleaming white, sterile cell. The bunks
were made up neatly and there wasn't a speck of dust or dirt anywhere,
everything was so white and bright that his eyes hurt, despite the fact
that his senses were still dulled by the null-field permeating the room,
most likely emanating from the energy screen covering one wall.
"Hi," said a voice, he looked up and found himself facing a
cute white girl dressed in predominantly pink clothes. The skin around
her eyes seemed whiter than the rest of her skin, as if she often wore
sunglasses.
"Who? Who are you?" he asked her, his voice a little harsh, an
after-effect from the sedative. He had gotten far more than his cellmate,
and she had recovered first.
"Tabitha," she said,"But everyone calls me BoomBoom.
-
Husk had been uncommunicative during the entire trip, but finally
her eyes fluttered slightly and she looked about.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"Under L.A," he replied,"Deeper down then even Piotr dared go,
there's a guy here who can help us."
They stood in a narrow tunnel, pipes ran along the walls, floor and
ceiling, all leading to a giant door resembling a bankvault. It was
a giant circle with a tiny porthole in the middle, there was no visible
means of access.
The skin on Skin's fingers stretched out and tapped against the
porthole. A small face filled up the porthole suddenly, causing Husk
to gasp. The creature was hideous, it's face seemed full of teeth, straight,
pure white teeth locked in a permanent smile. It had a small nose, little
slanted eyes and some kind of black cap. It's skin was a dark gray, much
darker than Skin's.
"Help you folks?" it asked, it's high pitched voice muffled by the
thick glass in the porthole.
"Let us in, D.O.A," Skin said,"We've come here to see Emplate."
(*) - Blink returned unexpectedly from the original Age
Of Apocalypse during Herald Of Armageddon which is (of course) available
upon request from dimitri_resides@yahoo.com
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X-Calibre 6.
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Avalon's location was a closely guarded secret, it's origins
shrouded in mystery.
Some said it had been created by Magnus after he had disappeared
from Apocalypse's Ship. Others claimed that it had always been there,
but had never been needed until now. The truth was no one really knew,
and it didn't really call for deep thinking. It was there, that was all
that mattered.
Alison Blaire - known in some circles as Dazzler - wasn't thinking
about any of that as she followed the hulking monk up the hill. Instead
she was shielding her eyes from the bright sun and staring about in wonder,
everything everywhere was beautiful and sunny and good.
And it was green!
"Destiny came to us only recently in our history," the monk said,
when he spoke, people listened. He was huge, standing nearly eight feet
tall and spread several feet across. He had long, red hair to his shoulders
and a look of almost perpetual bliss on his face,"But she quickly became
important to our people... her mutant power is truly a gift, none - not
even the naysayers in Eurasia - could call it a curse."
"I could use a smoke," she said.
"None of the poisons from the outside world are allowed in here,"
replied the monk, the tone of his voice was disapproving but Alison wasn't
concerned. If there was one thing she knew, it was how to handle men, the
fact that he was a monk didn't bother her, she'd once escaped New York
by seducing three Madri at once - the fact that all the Madri were the same
person just made it the more interesting.
"What?" she replied to his statement,"Not even booze?"
"Some drink the ale, but overindulgence is frowned upon," he told
her.
They arrived at the top of the hill, a woman stood there, staring
out at the view. From that hill, the highest point in Avalon, you could
see out onto the ocean. None of the pollution or human corpses dumped
by Apocalypse - The Atrocity Zones - were visible from here. The ocean
looked clean and inviting.
"Nice view," Dazzler said,"Bet you could make a bundle selling
land up here."
The monk made to berate her, but the woman, who still hadn't turned
to face them, lifted a hand, stopping him.
"Our friend's wounds are still open and festering," she said, and
her voice was that of an old woman,"And she tears the scab off because
she fears the healing... pain and suffering are all she has ever known."
The monk did not respond, finally he nodded and smiled slightly.
"I understand, Destiny," he said,"Forgive me my temper."
"It is all right, Cain," she said,"Leave us."
He turned and left without a word.
"Your name is Alison Blaire," said Destiny.
"Neat trick, you must be fun at parties."
Destiny continued on as if she hadn't been interrupted.
"Singing was your life, it made you feel happy, but you gave it
up when your companion died. You felt you didn't deserve any happiness
anymore."
"How did you know about Paris?" she growled at Destiny,"Are you
one of those telepaths? If you are you can stay the fuck out of my head!"
Destiny turned about, revealing a face lined with wrinkles, but
that had a glow which seemed to indicate a joy and happiness Dazzler had
only ever dreamed about.
"Your hate and your fear are directed at everyone, but you only
wish to damage yourself... learn to be at peace with yourself Alison,
here it will not harm you."
Dazzler seemed confused, not sure how Destiny was able to penetrate
the carefully constructed wall she had put up to block herself off from
the outside world, and she didn't like it.
"Listen old woman...."
"You keep pushing people away, scared that they'll see you are
scared."
"There's a boat."
"Why do you keep trying, let your defenses down...."
"No really, there's a boat!"
Destiny turned about and stared out to sea, far in the distance
she could see a small speck that could only be a boat.
"Interesting," she said,"I did not forsee.... ahhh, they have
returned."
"Who?" asked Dazzler.
Destiny smiled.
"Why the children of Magnus of course."
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A Day Earlier.
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"What's that?" asked Wanda.
"The Waystation," said Mystique,"This is where we drop off our
passengers usually, they get taken on further to Avalon. Of course
this time we're all going."
The Waystation was basically a small tower sticking out of the
water, the only dry object for miles and miles. At the top there was
a large hut, large enough to house two or three people, the roof consisted
of sun dried palm leaves, and it looked like there was a mechanism to
open the roof up on sunny days to allow the occupant to bathe in the
sun's rays.
"AHOY!" called Kurt, shielding his eyes from the bright sunlight.
There was silence, Kurt glanced at Mystique, who shrugged her
shoulders.
"AHOY!" he repeated,"MARINER?"
"Hallo?" asked a quavery voice.
"Mariner!" called Kurt,"It's the Darkholmes!"
"Kurt! Raven!" laughed the voice, and a wiry figure poked it's head
out through the railings running around the hut. He was an old man with
a scraggly bed, long white hair and skin tanned an incredibly dark brown.
"Hello Mariner!" laughed Kurt,"Long time no see!"
"Who are these?" asked The Mariner, peering at Pietro and Wanda, he
grinned,"Colorful costumes."
Quicksilver was wearing his blue, skin tight costume with the
black lightning bolt running down the chest. The Scarlet Witch had a long
red cape, a red boustier tied together down the middle and pressing her
large breasts together. Her waist was showing and a long red loincloth
covered her ass and hips. She had long red boots that came up halfway
up the calves. Her red hairband held back her red curls and there was
a red collar around her neck with a yellow clasp. She had gold hoops in
her ears.
All in all, The Scarlet Witch looked hot.
"Special guests," called up Mystique,"And not just them, this
time we're going to Avalon too!"
The Mariner looked a little confused, unsure of himself.
"Surely you recognize them!" called Kurt, not noticing this,"It's
them, the children of Magnus!"
The Mariner disappeared back inside the hut.
"Does he normally act like this?" Pietro asked Kurt.
"His brains have always been a little sunfried," said Mystique,
smiling as she remembered fucking the silver haired mutant. He still
had no recollection, she'd even replaced the picture that he'd had under
his costume, the one that showed Crystal and Luna, not that she knew who
Crystal was,"But this is peculiar, even for him."
Suddenly the Mariner popped his head back out,"Come up! Come up!"
he called, then disappeared back inside.
Kurt looked at Mystique, shrugged and began to move the ship closer
to the mooring point on the tower.
They stood inside the hut, which was shaded and cool, the view
was magnificent, although rather monotonous. It was nothing but water
as far as the eye could see.
"Drink, drink!" laughed the Mariner, pointing at large, clay
mugs on a wooden table in the center of the hut.
They picked up the drinks and sipped them cautiously, they were
sweet and cool and they quickly gulped them down.
"The children of Magnus," laughed the Mariner,"Back after all this
time... how delightful!"
"Thank you," said Wanda,"The drink is...." she gagged, clutching
at her throat. She twisted about, saw Pietro, Kurt and Raven grabbing
at theirs as well.
"WHA..?!" gasped Kurt, then collapsed to the wooden floor, the
other three quickly followed suit.
"Excellent," giggled the Mariner, he stepped towards Wanda's inert
body and a hand closed about his ankle. Looking down in shock he saw that
Quicksilver was already fighting off the effects of the drug.
The Mariner grabbed a walking stick that was propped up by the
side of the table. He slammed it into Quicksilver's face, knocking him
out temporarily.
"Must act fast," muttered The Mariner to himself, then got busy.
End Part 16/37
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