PREFACE
Mystique made her way to the podium lined on either side by her female warriors. Her body covered from head to toe with a sheer black fabric giving her blue skin an etheral hue of indigo. Stiched on the chest of her dress the symbol of her clan, a haunched woman with hands and feet of a bird and wings of a bat. A fury. The train of the fabric trailed behind her on the cold stone floor. It's path only disrupted when she turned up the three steps it took to reach the podium.
Her eyes, the color of snake venom, scorched the room with her gaze. She raised her arms to the ceiling and smiled. Ready to adress those in attendence, "My furries, my warrioirs, my soldiers, and more importantly my daughters," she paused for effect, "You are all from disdvantaged backgrounds. Homes that each and everyone of you were not welcome in. But I. I found you. I raised you. I clothed you. I fed you. I gave your a roof over your head.
And what do I ask for in return? Nothing more than your bodies and your minds. Twenty years ago I started off with only two girls. Two very special girls. Now we're 1,000 strong! We will one day bring the world down on their knees. We are the future. Not them. And if we are first to have a future we must save it from the destruction of man. One man especially, Magneto. His war will destroy us all!
That is why we will be sending one of our own into the Lion's Pit. My very first daughter and your eldest sister, not to mention commanding officer, Rogue! She will infiltrate and give us the information needed to stop Magneto once and for all!"
Rogue stepped forward to acknowledge the praise of her sisters. She, like Mystique, is dressed in sheer black with the symbol of their clan on her breast. As she waved back at them she knew she deserved this mission. Afterall she had been training for years to mold her body into the key to unlock Mystique's conquest. She was always the first to awake and the last to sleep. She trained the hardest and studied the longest. She would do anything for her adoptive mother who saved her when she was nothing more than a little girl looking for a place to call home.
She would lie for her. She would die for her. And she would kill for her.
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