Prime of the X-Men
CHAPTER ONE
!SPECIAL EFFECTS! "THOUGHTS"
After having graduated college with a communications degree and minoring in aeronautics at the age of 20 with flying colors, Warren Worthington, his older sister, and parents made their way to their car, the graduation ceremony having been finished. "So what are you going to do now that you've got you've graduated college, son?" Phillip Worthington, Warren's father asked.
"I was thinking about either getting a job at a high-level computer company like Microsoft or Hewlett Packard," Warren answered.
"You should go to work at a company like Boeing or Lockheed. As you learn the ropes you will prove to be indispensable," his mother, Sheila Worthington said, smiling at Warren with a mother's pride as she looked over her shoulder.
"I suppose so, Mom. This really is such a wonderful day for me. I guess you weren't surprised to have a son graduate college since Dad and Grandfather are college graduates as well."
"No. But I'm proud of the fact that you've gotten so many more degrees at a younger age than either your father or grandfather," the middle-aged woman explained with a smile and a knowing look.
"Thanks, Mom."
"Oh, there's more. I believe that I have a gift for making whatever the inherent talents my children inherit even greater. The fact that you've done well in several kinds of communications classes, computers, electronics, forensics, chemistry, radiology, biology, and physics proves that. That's why you're so much smarter than your father," the drop-dead gorgeous woman said smugly as her husband gave her a quizzical look.
"I find it hard to believe you actually liked doing all that studying, Warren. I don't think you did any kind of partying or socializing at all," his older sister piped in.
"I did do a little bit of socializing."
"Like who?" Cindy enquired.
"There were the guys in Master Keiji Thomas' kung fu class."
"It's nice that you learned how to fight very well, but that really doesn't count, Warren. How many girls did you date there?"
"One or two. Anyway. There was so much more to college than socializing, Cindy," Warren replied in defense of himself.
"That's right, Warren. I hope you'll keep that in mind when you go back to college next fall, Cindy," the older man said as he turned towards his daughter and regarded her.
"Next fall will be your senior year and I hope you'll graduate with good grades."
"What are you talking about? I always get good grades!"
"Yes. But it seems as if your mind isn't as focused as it should be. Warren's mind is so focused as to allow him to graduate early despite being younger than you. I really hope you'll buckle down and graduate, prepared for life in the real world," the father commented.
Oh, I'll graduate. But I plan on doing a lot of dating this upcoming Fall. I just know there will be a lot of hot guys there, the girl said happily as she practically stared into space.
"Anyway, let's celebrate Warren's graduation. As it is, I've already made reservations at the Graymercy Tavern," the older man continued, more than a little put off by his daughter's lack of dedication to her collegiate studies and grades.
"Is that the restaurant owned by Thomas Coleco, the multi-Michelin star rated chef who has his own television show on the Foodie Network?" Cindy exclaimed excitedly.
"Yes."
"Oh, honey, I've been wanting to go to that restaurant for ages! Thomas Coleco has the best restaurant in New York City. Not only is the food there excellent, but the fine dining experience is also reputed to be exemplary," the mother exclaimed happily.
"That's right, Sheila. I had to pull a lot of strings to get reservations there, but I've finally managed to get a good table reserved for us all tonight. But there's little time to waste; so we need to get there quickly. Let's go," the father said.
While the white Range Rover drove off to its destination, a few dark figures watched them leave, shadowing them.
"You guys saw that car with the man, woman and their kids driving off, didn't you?" the young, red-headed Scotch/Irishman named Ramrod asked his teammates as he sported a long bo staff made of near indestructible Lingstone wood from Holland.
"Yeah, we saw them. The geek who graduated from college is the target that Mr. Sinister wants to be kept intact so he can experiment on him. But the kid's parents and sister are fair game. Heh, heh. Both the mother and daughter are smoking hot!" the one covered in fur said, his sharp fangs out as he drooled all over himself.
"That's right, Hairbag. Even though that lady was older, she had a great body! Talk about a M.I.L.F.! I bet she was a gold digger that married the old man for his money. The tramp! Did you see how expensive the car they drove off in was? Sheesh!" the clear-headed, smooth bodied, large man with big muscles commented.
"Maybe, so, Slab. But listen up guys. We can't afford any slip-ups on this. And we don't want to attract any undue attention. We get in. We get out. That's how we're going to do it," Ramrod, the field leader of the group commanded.
"No problem, Govna. But I'd like to see exactly how much flexibility my body really has," the one called Gorgeous George interjected. This villain had long brown hair and a black body made of elastic tar which was partly concealed by a large, grey/brown trench coat.
"I should be leading this team," the one called Ruckus thought to himself. He was a thin man with short cropped blond hair and a large mouth.
"Let's not forget that we were told to make sure there were no witnesses."
This caused Ramrod to snap back at his rival for leadership. "I know what I'm doing here, Ruckus."
"Then I guess you know that this Warren Worthington is also a mutant," Ruckus snidely remarked.
"The question isn't whether I knew; the question is whether or not I cared. And the answer to that is no. Mr. Sinister wants this kid for his experiments. Whatever powers he has will be of no consequence. He's not a member of the X-Men, so he'll be no match for us," Ramrod explained, sporting his powerful wooden staff.
"Then what are we waiting for?" Hairbag said with enthusiasm.
"You're waiting for my command," Ramrod replied, giving the wolf-like being a sharp look.
"When will that be? I can't wait to see who actually looks better naked, the daughter or the mother. Heh, heh, heh."
"We will wait for them to go to their destination. Then when they return home we will be waiting for them," Ramrod answered.
"I think you're being sentimental allowing them one last meal," Ruckus said, narrowing his eyes at the field leader.
"Not really. What we need to do has to happen behind closed doors."
XXX
"That was a great meal, Dad," Warren said happily on their way home from the five-star restaurant.
"What made it even better was when Thomas Coleco actually stopped by our table and asked how the food was," Cindy sighed happily. "Who would have thought a guy without hair could be so dashing?"
"It was a wonderful evening, Phillip."
"I'm glad everyone enjoyed themselves, Sheila." Then Phillip Worthington turned towards his son.
"Now when we get inside I want you to get some sleep and think about what you're going to do for your future."
"All right, Dad."
As the family walked inside, a figure came out of the shadows. "Greetings. Mr. Worthington. You kept us waiting just so you could have a nice dinner."
"Who are you and what are you doing in my home?" Warren's father yelled as he took a protective position in regards to his family.
"Spare me the bravado! I've actually come for your much-gifted son. He, by the way, is a mutant."
"That's ridiculous! If Warren was a mutant he would have shown it by now!" Sheila Worthington stated from behind her husband.
"That's right; so get out of here!" the older man demanded.
Little did his parents know that Warren had acquired a pair of wings when he hit puberty. Upon this discovery, Warren used martial arts skills and body control techniques to fold his wings inward. He had also bought a skin tone colored wrap around his wings to keep them hidden.
"Don't you dare tell me what to do, old man," Ramrod said, brandishing his powerful wooden staff and giving the frightened family a look that seemed as if it could kill them. Then the staff seemed to move by itself as it struck the older man's head, sending him to the ground.
"Ungh!"
"Daddy!" Cindy called out, going to her downed father's side.
"His head's split open! Daddy, get up! Daddy!"
"Hold it, sweet cheeks!" Slab ordered, grabbing the woman by the hair, yanking her head back while tugging at her blouse.
"Leave her alone!" Warren demanded, grabbing the muscular man, using a martial arts-like throw and slamming him to the ground.
"I thought this guy was a spoiled rich kid wimp," the bald man said with a look of shock on his face.
"Back down, Slab. Gorgeous George, grab our target," Ramrod ordered.
"Yes, Govna!" However, as the tar-colored Caucasian stretched his arms and attempted to take hold of the young man, Warren ducked under the grasping hands, grabbed the man by the wrists and threw him against the wall in a reverse martial throw.
"I'll get him!" the one called Hairbag called out, leaping towards the young man with speed and determination, his claws and fangs out, ready for the kill.
"No, you won't!" Warren Worthington timed a powerful forward snap kick just right, almost knocking the wind out the wolf-like man, almost stunning him as he sent him several feet back from whence he came.
"You're not doing so well as the leader, Ramrod," Ruckus said, turning towards the current leader with a sneer as their surprised compatriots smarted from the beating their quarry had been giving them.
"Shut up! It looks like I'm going to have to take this person out myself," Ramrod said, calmly walking over to the young man who stood between the intruders and his family.
"Back off!"
"If you weren't so valuable to my boss, you'd be dead just like your fool of a father is. But as it is, you're going to be in a world of pain," Ramrod said as he attacked with his staff at superhuman speed. But despite all that, the young man surprised the intruder, holding his own against him by evading and counter-attacking, getting a couple of shots in.
"I don't believe this! No wonder the boss wants you so badly. No matter. I'll just have to up my game." Then Ramrod used his wood controlling powers to split his staff in two, attacking the young man using escrima-like stick fighting maneuvers, moving the sticks faster and faster forcing his quarry back.
Despite all this, Warren kept fighting, blocking and maneuvering as was needed, getting in two hits for every one he took.
"What do you want? Why are you here?"
"Our boss wants you; and what our boss wants, he gets. Now simply surrender or things will be the worse for you!" Ramrod answered back, stepping up his attacks.
"I have to be careful not to kill this kid, but he's really good. It's a good thing I'm wearing armor under my clothes or he might have finished me off by now. But I'll wear him down in time."
"I won't let you harm my family! I don't care what your boss wants!" the young man answered, standing up to his enemy's assault as his terrorized family cowered behind him.
While this fight was going on Ruckus moved to the left of the valiant young man who protected his family, attacking with surprise! "Yeeaaaagh!" Ruckus screamed, striking Warren and his family with a sonic blast, knocking them all out.
"That was uncalled for, Ruckus. I had the situation well in hand. Worse than that, you hit me!" Ramrod said in more than a little bit of pain.
"You weren't handling nothing! And so what if you took some collateral damage from my attack? Sacrifices must be made!"
"I've had it with your arrogance, Ruckus. I'm the leader here, and that's that!"
"Oh, yeah? Well, it's obvious to everyone here that I should be the leader of the Nasty Boys!"
"Is that so?"
"That's right!"
"If the boy has been damaged..."
"Do you take me for a fool? The sonic attack I used was stunning only. I knew Warren Worthington was not to be harmed. Even his mother and daughter are still alive. However, since we must eliminate everyone else..."
"Hold it, Ruckus!" Gorgeous George interjected with Slab and Hairbag behind him.
"What is it?"
"Let's have a little fun with these page threes before we ice them." The tar colored mutant then used his long arms to reach for the women and started to tear their clothes off. "Sweet!"
"Same some for me!" Hairbag piped in as he also began to undress the women.
"We don't have time for this," Ramrod stated impatiently.
"Why not?" the horny mutants said as they turned towards their leader.
"We must kill them and be done with it!"
"Relax, Ramrod. Let the boys have their fun. Come to think of it these birds are awfully fetching. We'll take them back to base and enjoy them there. When we're done with them, then they will die."
"I don't like it. We shouldn't even bring them to base. There's so much that could go wrong."
"It's gonna happen whether you like it or not!"
"Listen here, Ruckus. You're not going to..."
"Yeeaaaagh!" Ruckus screamed, striking the leader with his powerful sonic attack which sent him to the ground in a heap.
"Ungh!" Ramrod moaned, stirring a little before he slipped into unconsciousness.
"How dare this fool to defy me? I don't care what Sinister has decided. I'm running the Nasty Boys now. And besides, he only put you in charge to punish me for a previous failure. My probation period has gone on long enough. Now let's take these women back to base."
Then Ruckus turned to the other members of the crew with a cruel smile.
"Won't Sinister be upset after we've let these ladies live?" the hairy mutant inquired.
"Let me worry about Mr. Sinister, Hairbag. Now let's take our hostages and get back to base."
"What about him?" Slab said, motioning to their fallen comrade with one of the women slung over his massive shoulders like a sack of potatoes.
"We'll bring him along and tell Mr. Sinister about how our intended target defeated him rather easily causing me to take matters into my own hands," Ruckus said with a sneer at the former leader of the group.
"Cool with us!" Gorgeous George commented, the other female in his arms.
"Hairbag!"
"What?" the furry mutant answered.
"Since your hands are empty you can carry Ramrod back," Ruckus ordered.
"Why can't I get my hands on one of the women we've gotten?"
"All in good time, my furry friend." Then Ruckus placed his hand in Ramrod's cloak, retrieving a hand-sized device. Upon pressing a few buttons, the group vanished with the captives.
XXX
A week later in the stronghold of Mr. Sinister:
"It's almost done," Mr. Sinister contemplated as he regarded his new guinea pig.
"I've watched this one for many years now. And all the genetic experiments I've done have allowed me to use him to create the ultimate war machine, injecting the attributes, powers, and skills I've wanted him to have along with putting his mind into a time warp which allowed him to 'learn and practice' everything I put into him. Now it's time to finish injecting the mind control spheres into his mind; so he'll always do my bidding."
!BOOM!
"What the… Why are my security measures going off?" the arch criminal exclaimed, looking up from his test subject.
"Mr. Sinister! Mr. Sinister!" Hairbag screamed, barging his way into the laboratory.
"This better be important, you fool!"
"It is, Mr. Sinister. It is!"
"What happened?!" the chalk-faced scientist demanded, grabbing his henchman by the throat and lifting him two feet off the ground, forcing said henchman to kick his legs in the air as he gasped for air.
"Cough! One of the hostages escaped and pushed a bunch of buttons which set off the explosions. We're searching the complex for her now! Choke!"
"Hostages?" Mr. Sinister regarded his henchman cruelly for a moment. "What hostages? There shouldn't have been anyone taken except for my new experiment here."
"I-I."
"Well, what is it?"
"We didn't kill Warren Worthington's sister and mother," Hairbag answered, shaking with fright. "At least not right away."
"Whaaat?!"
"We didn't..."
"I heard you the first time! Why weren't they killed swiftly as per my orders?"
"Um. Well."
"Answer me!"
"These women were extremely comely. Not wanting them to go to waste all together, we wanted to have some fun with them first."
"So how did they escape, you furball?" the arch-villain demanded, his eyes glowing red with rage as he stared at his underling, looking him in his frightened eyes.
"The older one died after we were through with her, but the younger one survived."
"How did she escape you?" the chalk-faced villain demanded.
"She simply vanished into thin air. I think she might be a mutant like her brother."
"No one's interested in what you think, fool! Find the girl as soon as you can. And I want here alive! She better still be here for your sake. Now go!" Mr. Sinister dropped his henchman to the floor and walked over to his instruments, doing some checking while Hairbag stealthily crawled away from his master's malevolent presence.
"Hmm, what is this? My sensors are telling me she's here!" Sinister said to no one in particular.
"Hi, Warren. It's me, Cindy. Yes, I'm speaking to you telepathically. I know you can't move now; so just listen. Yes, I'm a mutant with mental abilities. I've done a little practicing, but I've kept what I can do a secret up until now. Those guys were awfully brutal to Mother and me. So I don't have long to live. Both Mom and Dad are dead, Warren; so you're all that's going to be left of the family. But before I go, I'm going to destroy the mind control spheres in your head and free you. While I'm at it, I'm going to do my best to teach you how to deal with mind control and those who have mental powers in the little amount of time I have left. However, I can only do so much; so you'll have to fight Mr. Sinister's control when you wake up. It will be the fight of your life. I'll try to buy you some time in the meanwhile. Goodbye, baby brother."
"Huff! Yes, I'm here!" Cindy announced appearing out of nowhere.
"You're through, Sinister! Wait until I psycho blast you!" the young woman said, trying to sound tough even though she was practically naked, bleeding, and horribly bruised.
"You! How dare you threaten me and set off my secret security measures?" the albino villain demanded of the young woman before him.
"Now I'm going to... Aargh!"
"Want some more?"
"Aaargh! You will pay for that, you bitch!" Mr. Sinister threatened, grasping his aching head.
"Big deal! You were going to kill me anyway. So screw you! And by the way, your boys knocked out the one with the long stick. Ruckus used his sonic powers to defeat him because he refused to go against your orders," Cindy said to the sinister villain with a knowing look, using her mental powers to convey what she knew happened into his mind.
"What?!"
"What's wrong, chalky? Did they tell you my brother beat him up? You need henchmen that are more honest with you. These guys are just a bunch of thugs who do as they please, whether you like it or not."
"Really? Speaking of my henchmen, it's obvious to me you're a mutant with a decent amount of power yourself. How about if you join me? Your mental abilities would make an excellent addition to my team."
"No way! Not after what you've done to me and my family."
"I don't have much longer to live anyway. As it is, my mental powers are barely keeping me alive," Cindy thought as she regarded her captor.
"Oh, get over it, girlie! If my henchmen had followed my orders, you'd be dead. At any rate, I've very upset with my minions for lying to me. I might even let you have your revenge on them," Sinister propositioned with a wicked, toothy smile.
"Forget it, Chalky. I don't like what you and your boys are about. Now, what did you do to my brother?"
"You should thank me."
"Thank you? Why should I thank the one whose goons raped my mother and me after killing my father? You've even turned my little brother into some kind of lab rat," Cindy responded as she looked upon the table to which her brother was strapped, barely recognizing the much larger, more powerful looking young man with movie star good looks, long golden hair, wings, and ice blue eyes. In addition to that, he wore similarly colored, golden trunks, gloves, and boots leaving the rest of his beautifully, muscularly defined, six feet two inches tall, 225-pound body bare.
"He's now a whole lot more powerful than he could have ever hoped to be. Originally his mutant power consisted of wings and competent fighting ability, making him a more competent warrior than he would have been otherwise. But as it is, I've given him increased strength, durability and fighting ability to the point that he can now take on someone much stronger than he is, even someone like the Hulk!"
"You have some big ambitions for my brother."
"That's right. Now that you recognize my greatness, you might want to reconsider my offer to you. As it is, he's going to be my warrior slave," Mr. Sinister said with a note of finality, his arms folded on his chest as if he had won an argument.
"Is that so? What are you going to do when he finds out what you've done to his family?" the young woman said regarding her "host." "If I was the one on that table, I'd kill you the first chance I got."
"You think I hadn't thought about that possibility?" Mr. Sinister asked, sounding as if he was talking to an idiot.
Cindy simply shrugged and looked askance while the villain glared at her.
"Anyway, I've placed mind control spheres inside his brain to ensure his obedience. He would kill even you if I ordered him to."
"I don't think so."
"Oh, really?" For the sake of proving his point, the arch villain checked the instruments near the table on which Warren Worthington lay for a moment.
"What? How did this happen? He's breaking free of my control! You did this, didn't you? You bitch!"
"That's right. I've even restored the memories you erased from his mind."
"Bah! It doesn't matter. I can simply restore my control over him after I'm through with you. Now prepare to die."
"Not yet. This is for you!"
"Don't know how much longer I can stay alive. I'm fading fast! One parting shot before I leave this world," the young woman thought to herself as she concentrated, giving this last psionic attack everything she had.
"Aaaarrrgh! That's it!" !BLAST!
"Eeeeee!" the young woman screamed as lasers came from the walls appeared, blasting her into oblivion.
"Now to tend to my guest. What the..." Mr. Sinister turned to see his "creation" standing up and broken out of his restraints, his intensely light blue eyes glaring at his former captor!
"You've killed my family, and now I'm going to kill you."
"You dare threaten me? Who do you think you are?" the villain asked in a rage.
The young man thought for a moment, pausing as Mister Sinister shrewdly regarded him. "I am Avian Prime!" the figure announced with a pose, as he regarded his captor with an intense stare.
XXX
Here are Avian Prime's abilities which are based on the Classic Marvel RPG stats.
Avian Prime (Warren Worthington)
FIGHTING: AMAZING (50) This level of fighting is at the top of being an ultimate human fighting machine.
AGILITY: REMARKABLE (30) This means being able to perform acrobatic feats.
STRENGTH: UNEARTHLY (100) This level of strength means the ability to lift(press) well over 100 tons.
ENDURANCE: UNEARTHLY (100) This level of endurance is a constitution that's a match for his strength that also means he doesn't tire.
REASON: REMARKABLE (30) This level of intelligence means genius level with being able to operate advanced or alien technology with the ability to invent and build lasting equipment.
INTUITION: INCREDIBLE (40) This level of awareness means having a strong empathic sense; a good gut feeling.
PSYCHE: AMAZING (50) This means having indomitable willpower.
HEALTH: 280
KARMA: 120
RESOURCES: EXCELLENT: On par with a business owner.
POPULARITY: EXCELLENT: known to mass media.
APPEARANCE: INCREDIBLE: Avian Prime has an attractive, alluring appearance.
POWERS:
Body Reading: Warren has the ability to "read" people in and out of battle. This permits him Unearthly Intuition for any combat orientated Intuition FEAT checks and any kind of body reading including reading body language.
Total Memory: Remarkable
Psi Screen: Amazing resistance to mental attacks.
Recognition: Warren has the ability to detect someone's ki signature with Unearthly ability, allowing him to know who someone is regardless of whether the person is a shapeshifter or wearing some kind of disguise.
Kill/No Kill: Warren has the ability to enter killing combat using the same levels of damage he normally uses with any part of his body. He also can easily refrain from killing his opponent if he doesn't go all out.
Winged Flight: Avian Prime can fly at an Unearthly speed (1,500 miles per hour)
Gliding: By spreading his wings and riding thermals Avian Prime can travel at Good(120 miles/hour) airspeed and is considered "resting" enabling him to recover as if he were motionless.
Wind Force: Avian Prime can flap his wings, simulating super breath, creating Amazing(50 tons worth of force) strength winds at a 330-yard area range. Each area thereafter is at -1cs in intensity.
Extra Limbs: His two wings can also work as another pair of hands and arms, being fully ambidextrous (along with his regular limbs) with fine manipulation.
Elongation: Each of Avian Prime's wings can stretch up to a little more than six and a half feet each.
Shape Shift: Each of his wings can change their shape into various forms including clothes but always with a golden color.
Aerial Adaptation: Unearthly, his body is adapted for flying with minimal body fat and massively increased muscular efficiency. Warren's physical adaptations give him total invulnerability against damage from falling or being slammed against walls.
Energy Attack: By using ki(his life force) Avian Prime can attack with an energy blast that does up to Monstrous(75 tons of force) damage. In addition to this, Avian Prime has another energy blast that does Remarkable(one ton worth of force) working against phasers.
Light Generation: Warren is able to emit a blinding flash of light with Amazing intensity. Targets affected are blinded for 1-10 rounds and receive a -4CS penalty on all actions for the duration.
Resistance: Avian Prime has Unearthly Resistance to Radiation, Toxins, heat and cold weather conditions.
Invulnerability: Class 1000 resistance to Disease, Power Drains, Transformations, and Absorptions.
True Invulnerability: Monstrous (This means the ability to easily withstand well over 80 tons worth of bashing and killing attacks whether they be physical or energy) He also has Amazing invulnerability versus flash attacks, giving him the ability to stare into intense light without flinching.
Protected Environment: Even though Avian Prime can breathe the thinnest of air without any difficulty he still needs at least a little bit of oxygen to breath, allowing him to function without any difficulties in the highest altitudes within the atmosphere. He can also survive any kind of hot or cold environment or arid or moist environment.
Enhanced Senses: Warren has 180-degree spatial awareness allowing him to "see" all around him much like radar. He cannot be blindsided.
Self Immunity: Warren is immune to self-inflicted damage like hitting an indestructible surface that might injure him or charging into something or someone that was too indestructible.
Regeneration: Amazing (50)
Bump of Direction: Warren has an inward compass which allows him to intrinsically know his north, south, east, west and what is up and down no matter what his current position.
EQUIPMENT
Warren's uniform adapts to all his defenses and abilities and cannot be taken from him. It also allows him Excellent(150 miles per hour) flight speed without the use of his wings. In addition to all this, he can quickly change in and out of his uniform at will.
TALENTS/SKILLS
Martial Arts: All, Weaponsmaster, Acrobatics, Tumbling, Analyze Fighting Ability, Body Language Reading, Scholar: Martial Arts and Fighting, High Pain Threshold, Stealth, Tracking, Aerial Combat, Computers, Ambidexterity, Communications, Criminology, Deduction, Ornithology, Electronics, Forensics, Chemistry, Radiology, Biology, Physics, Aeronautics, Architecture, Engineering, Resist Domination, First Aid, Speed Reading, Lightning Calculator
Special: Body reading: Simply by looking at someone moving, he can automatically determine with complete accuracy the Fighting, Agility, Strength, Endurance, physical and energy defenses. This takes 1 round of concentration and a successful intuition feat.