Mission X Episode 1
This is a story about a group of characters that I've been working on for a loooong time. This happens around 16 years after the last X-Men Evolution episode. Only a few of the characters are introduced in episode one, so bear with me. If anybody wants to play in my RPG starring the members of Mission X, please look at my forum. The X-Men do not belong to me, But Switch, Lightning, Johnny Summers, Windstrider, Maestro, Ember, Wartech, Shifter, and Swordflash most definitely do.I will also be creating most of their villains. I hope you like it!
Kurt was extremely worried.
Amanda had been in the infirmary to a miniature demon for over five hours, he had run out of cigarettes, and Xavier had run out of paperwork, causing him to be bored and slightly annoying in that boss man way. Pacing, reading, and yelling out the window at Kitty weren't helping in the least. Scott walked in to check on him every fifteen minutes and all Kurt wanted to do was pop him one in the mouth.
As stated previously, Kurt was extremely worried.
"Kurt, will you sit down?" The Professor asked, agitated and following his erratic movements with his eyes. "Please? You are making me nauseous."
"No, I will not sit down," Kurt growled. "No I will not calm down, no I will not play chess, no I will not get more paperwork for you to do."
"Alright, alright." Xavier held up his hands and tried to smile. "I get it. You're not going anywhere."
"I'm sick of waiting." Kurt plopped down into the chair next to Xavier's. "When is it going to be over?"
It's different for every woman." Xavier patted his friend's hand. "She will be alright. Don't worry so much."
"I feel like I jinxed her life by even being in it." Kurt sighed. "Now she has to put up with a little blue furry brat who's going to hate her when he's fifteen."
Xavier looked at him. "Why are you so convinced it's going to be a boy?"
"So I can name him Stephan and get it over with."
The old man shook his head. "You did find names for the minute chance that it's a girl, didn't you?"
"Oh yeah, like…" Kurt paused. "Um… uh, no."
"You have until Amanda is finished giving birth, which could be anywhere between two minutes to two hours. I suggest you start thinking of a few."
Kurt groaned.
At exactly that same moment, Hank walked in, smiling brightly. Kurt frantically ran through every girl name he could think of in his head and frowned, realizing that under all of this pressure he couldn't think of any.
"Kurt, you're a father," said Hank cheerfully. Kurt groaned again, causing Hank to furrow his brow. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," He said. "Please just say it's a boy."
"Sorry, Kurt, but it's a girl."
Kurt sighed and clapped his palm to his forehead. Then the door opened and Tabitha walked in, followed by Kitty.
"Tabitha!" Kurt shouted happily. "Kitty!"
"Kate," Kitty growled.
"Whatever, I have my name!" Kurt leapt to his feet and hugged first a confused Tabitha, then a pretty disgruntled Kitty. "Thank you for your amazingly expert and wonderfully accurate timing!!!!"
Hank looked at Xavier with raised eyebrows. In response, Xavier smiled. "I only taught him to teleport, not to think ahead."
"Tabitha Katherine! Whoopee, I'm a daddy!!!" Kurt shouted into a mildly amused Kitty's sweater. "Yayyy!!!"
Tabitha smirked. "I think it's time daddy had his nap."
"We are not going to be late."
Amanda smiled and looked at Kurt with some sort of mix between love and exasperation. "It'll be fine. We'll be on time."
"I refuse to be late. Refuse. Not because of a stupid earring."
"Daaaad," Catty called from in her room, door locked and listening to her parents outside of her door. "I need my earring. I have one of them and they match my shirt."
"Does it really matter? Your skin matches your shirt."
"It matters to me, dad."
Kurt sighed dramatically. If anyone on this wide, wide world deserved to sigh dramatically, it was probably Kurt. His daughter was fifteen and already she was Tabitha Katherine Wagner, queen of the universe, and there wasn't a thing he could do about it. The ironic thing was, he had predicted on the day she was born that she would hate her mother at fifteen. Here was the day, and Catty loved her mother. She despised her father instead.
Catty was, in fact, was a lot like her father. She looked like him, demonic features and all. She joked about molting on the furniture. She was hotheaded and a little reckless, sometimes more than Kurt ever was. Also, she had a really fat mouth and she always had something to say. She was also a lot like her mom, in her facial features and with her obsession on looking pretty and presentable, which caused this scenario.
Kurt jumped when Catty opened the door. "Finally!" he shouted enthusiastically. "Now we can get out of here!"
Catty flipped her long, thick red hair in his face. She got the hair and the attitude from Mystique. "Okay, come on. I don't want to be late."
Kurt sighed as he followed her down the hallway of their little house. He had no idea where or how she managed to suck in Scott's born leadership.
Tara was fourteen, blonde, pretty, and sweet. Tara was an engaging and charming girl whose brains were as good as her face. Tara had a temper, and Tara was fiery.
Tara despised her mother at that moment.
Kitty Pryde, who never successfully changed her name to Kate, stood with her hands on her hips, staring down at her gift from God and wondered about a gift exchange program. "Young lady, you are going and that is final. I don't want to hear any more excuses and snide remarks. I want you to go to your room and get ready to go."
Tara stared at her from her seat on the couch, leaning back with her arms folded. "No. I'm not going. I don't want to see your stupid friends, and I don't want to go all the way to the institute just to sit around and let aunt Jean play with my hair and uncle Scott lecture me about power control. I don't even want to see uncle Kurt, because that would mean having to see CATTY."
"Tara Pryde," Kitty growled. Tara knew when to quit. When her mother said her name like that, it was time to quit. She stood up and brushed herself off, sighed heavily, and stormed up the stairs.
As she combed her hair and put it back in the usual high pony tail, she groaned. She hated these stupid get-togethers and she HATED Catty. She was the only other person her age, and she definitely didn't want to hang out with little seven-year-old Johnny Summers. As she pulled on her sweater, the wool rubbed against her fingers and created a larger than normal spark. "Ow! Stupid powers," she said to no one. The electrical charge she had gained from the microwave was still rattling around inside her. She went over uncle Scott's lesson again. "Absorb the energy you need in the morning to sustain yourself, discharge it slowly throughout the day. She had forgotten to discharge.
This was going to be a disaster.
Catty hadn't seen Tara for over a year. She heard she had gotten her powers, and she couldn't wait to feel it. Her default power was teleportation, but she could "switch" with anyone she touched, causing Tara to have Catty's power and Catty to have Tara's. She loved to "feel" new powers and she was running out of new powers to try.
However, Kitty Pryde's daughter seemed to want nothing to do with her.
"Leave me alone," Was her automatic greeting. Catty cringed, but looked at the younger girl in interest. She used to have brown hair.
"Did you dye your hair blonde?" She asked, trying to be social. Kurt was nearby, giving her a thumbs up.
"No, my powers turned it blonde," Tara replied scornfully.
"Well now I've gotta try it," Catty said happily.
"Oh, no. I've heard about your new hobby. I'm not letting you touch me." Then she stormed off without another word.
Catty turned and shrugged at her father, who smiled sadly. Then he got back to catching up with Rogue. Catty looked around and behind Rogue, as if hiding, was a boy. Catty had to stop herself from gawking. He was CUTE. His jet, soot black hair was scruffy and adorably messy, he had deep black eyes, and he stood, cool and calm, with his hands in his baggy jean pockets. Scott suddenly was behind her and she jumped and turned around.
"I see you've noticed Steven," he said, accepting her hug.
"Who is he?" She asked upon letting go.
"Steven Coale. I found him at Bayville Orphanage. We've been keeping him here until it calms down at the orphanage."
"What happened?"
"He burst into flames at the dinner table there. He injured three people. He generates fire."
"Oh," Catty said softly, looking at him again. He seemed depressed.
"Here," said Scott. She looked back at him as he clasped a necklace around her neck.
"Pretty," she said, looking at the gold locket at the end of the chain. "Oh! Is this my new image inducer?"
"Yes, it is," Scott smiled.
"Yay!" She turned on the new one and took off the watch inducer, which clashed with everything anyway. With the image inducer on, Scott thought to himself, Catty looks exactly like her mom, dark skin and all, just with bright scarlet hair. "It's beautiful, I love it. Thank you."
"Okay, Kurt just volunteered to start the bonfire in the back!" Rogue shouted.
"I did not," Catty heard her dad whisper to himself as he slouched toward the back door. She giggled.
Kitty walked up to her with an arm around Tara. "Why don't you girls get the chairs and plates with Johnny while we catch up outside?" She asked sweetly. Tara looked anything but sweet. Johnny was weaving around the adults holding up a toy airplane and making shooting noises. Catty shuddered, then nodded. "Okay, then!" Kitty said cheerfully.
"No problem, aunt Kitty," Catty said softly, watching her leave and looking at Tara, who looked ready to kill. Johnny ran up to them and lowered his plane.
"Hi!" He shouted.
Tara groaned.
Steven began to walk over, and Catty froze. No one said anything about him staying inside. "Um, I'll go get the chairs," She said quickly.
"Wait, don't go," Steven smiled and waved. "I'm new. My name's Steven. And um… you're Tara, right?"
"Hmph," said Tara.
"And you're Johnny. Nice plane."
"Captain America gave it to me!" The little boy shouted exitedly.
"And you must be…"
"Cotty. Um, Catty. Um, sorry!" She said quickly.
"Yeah, listen, I have to go outside with Mr. Summers. See you." Catty breathed again when he was gone. Tara shook her head at her.
"Pathetic," She snorted.
"Oh, yeah?" Catty retorted hotly. "And you don't think he's hot?"
"Not in the least."
"Then you're blind. Did you see his shoulders?" Catty held her hands together dreamily. "So manly."
"Get to work, princess," Tara grinned harshly, trying to get a rise out of the other girl.
"My dad says I don't have to listen to people like you," snapped Catty.
"At least you have a dad," Tara growled.
"What, do you miss that creep Avalanche? I'll bet he made a great dad, right before he ran out on you and aunt Kitty!"
Catty knew she had made a horrible mistake the moment she had finished her sentence. She didn't always think before she opened her mouth. Tara's eyes began to glow an electric blue, and static made some of her hair stand on end.
"Johnny, why don't you go play with your plane outside?" Said Tara with a snarl towards Catty.
"Um… okay," Johnny said quietly. "You mean I don't have to help anymore?"
"Yeah, go on and play."
The boy quickly ran out of the room and as soon as the backdoor slammed shut, Tara held her hands out. "Wanna play, Chatty Catty?"
"We shouldn't fight, not here," Catty said quickly.
"Oh, I think here's fine," Tara's hands charged with electricity and she blasted a surge of energy towards the blue girl.
"Augh!" Catty yelled as she leapt acrobatically out of the way. Her father was a master, and she was almost as good. "Tara, please! Not here!"
"Stay still," shouted Tara. "I don't want to chase you!"
"Can't we just settle this in the danger room?" Catty muttered under her breath as she dodged another blast.
Catty couldn't see where Tara had gone, so she stopped breathing and listened. Another trick of her father's. She heard the softest scrape of a shoe behind her.
Tara snuck as slowly as she could. She watched as her tail swung back and forth. Then she prepared to leap onto Catty's back. She dove through a cloud of sulfur and hit the ground, coughing.
"Can't catch me!" She heard Catty call from above. She looked up and grinned. She was hanging from the chandelier. Giggling, she leapt from the ceiling to the dining room table. As quickly as the fight had started, it had turned into a game of tag between Pryde and Wagner.
All through the first floor Catty leapt nimbly from furniture to floor to ceiling with Tara close on her heels, blasting and swinging her fists and no doubt causing a lot of damage. The chase abruptly ended when Catty leapt over Tara's head and dead into her father's chest.
"Oh…" She breathed as she looked up at him. "D-daddy…"
Kurt stood over her and then looked from her to Tara. Kitty was right behind him, and the Professor was in the doorway, looking around at his destroyed foyer.
"Tara Pryde…!" Kitty shouted. "Oh, I don't know what to say to you! Go and get in the car! Right now!"
"You too, Tabitha Katherine," Kurt said quietly. Catty hated it when he talked like that. It would be bad enough if he was angry with her, but he was disappointed.
"Actually…" The Professor rolled up beside his former students and smiled as Catty pulled herself up. "This is less damage than when Nightcrawler and Toad had their little game of tag in this room." Kurt looked at him incredulously, then down at his feet. "And Tara, you've shown a great improvement. As have you, Tabitha." He looked around. "As for the destroyed art and furniture, it can easily be taken out of your parent's pay."
Kurt and Kitty both scowled at their children.
"I would like them to stay here with me."
Kurt and Kitty both stared at Xavier.
"What? No, Tara can't stay here!" Kitty began, then stopped.
Kurt didn't say anything.
"I took good care of you two," The professor said quietly. "I'm sure I could do just as good a job or better with young Switch and Lightning."
"Codenames?!" Shouted Catty. "Yahoo!!"
"Oh, great," Kurt groaned.
"Can I, mom?" Tara pleaded, holding her hands together.
"Please?"
"Please?"
Kitty sighed and Kurt was hiding his face behind his hand.
"Fine," Kurt said finally. "Amanda's been trying to convince me anyway."
"Yeah," Kitty smiled. "At least she'll be safe here."
"But one scratch on her and she goes home," Kurt said, pointing at Xavier.
"Of course," The professor said, smiling. "Welcome to the new generation, girls. Steven Coale will be joining you as Ember, and I am currently looking for other mutants in need."
"Can I join, too?" Johnny called from the door, where he was standing with Scott and Evan.
"Not quite yet, kiddo," Scott smiled.
"Mission X might be a bit too big for you." Evan gave Catty a thumbs up.
"Mission X?" Tara asked quietly. "This already sounds bad."
"Don't be so negative," Catty put an arm around the other girl's shoulders. "We'll pull through and we'll be just as good as the X-Men, wait and see!"