One Gen to Another: A Dark Angel/Gen^13 Fanfiction Crossover Story

Act 1:

Side Notes: If you haven't read up to episode 7 of Of Wolves and Devils, please do before reading this 3 act fanfiction story. It'll make more sense this way, since this is not long after that episode.

There are quite some comic related tie-ins to the animated Gen^13 movie continuity. But, reading the comics is not required.

There are also of course some slight to moderate hints at the animated Gen^13 movie. But, watching the movie is not required to read this fanfiction. It would help. But, it's not required either.

Even if you don't want to watch the Gen^13 movie, you can look it up on one or more Wikis with directly related information. The same can go for reading the Gen^13 comics. Though, I recommend looking them up on Comicvine as well to fill in the blanks(since it really can be a challenge to find information on them).

Five days after a fairly recent Sunday…

Logan is sitting on the ring of couches: In the Eyes Only Rec room. He's in his light blue long sleeved shirt and dark blue jeans.

Sitting opposite him…is a woman in her late thirties: In a light red woven sweater like dress, and with long curly black hair past the waistline.

Her name is Anin Janel. And, she looks far from comfortable.

Even though she tries to act like she isn't...her teary eyes give her away.

Sniffling… And mostly in Spanish with some English words… Anin Janel admits, "I know she may not still be alive. But, respectfully, as her mother…I think I have a right to know what happened to her."

In Spanish… Logan respectfully reasons, "understood. You also understand though that medical files from Manticore are a lot harder to pin down from 1981?"

Anin Janel reasons, "I do. But, since Eyes Only seems to have had some history with Manticore…I thought you would have a fair chance at finding her."

Somewhat assuringly, Logan says, "I'll see what I can do for you, Miss Janel. Though, it would go faster if I could have some more details about your time there. That is, if you wouldn't mind. I know it isn't a very easy thing to bring up."

Looking up at him, Anin Janel faintly smiles, "you are most kind, Mister Cale. But…I've thought about this for years. It's not the kind of thing you can just walk away from. And, I want answers."

Logan figures, "fair enough."

He gets out a little white notepad and a blue pen to note down some answers.

He questions her, "which state were you in at the time?" With plenty of distaste, Anin Janel recalls, "Gillette, Wyoming. I'll never forget it."

Logan considers, "sigh. I know this might be a very sensitive question for you. But, I should at least bring it up. What were the circumstances like…just before you had your baby?"

Anin Janel faintly sobs, "god, was that day torture! Sniffle!"

After a awkward minute though… She wipes her eyes with some tissues.

She takes a deep breath. She puts the tissues to the side.

And…she suddenly stares at him: Like she was waiting for him to continue.

Not expecting such a response from someone like this…Logan just sits there kind of stunned. And, he waits for her to continue.

More to the point…it reminded him of Max. And, he couldn't quite get why.

But, he knew better than to make her feel worse about her wholeheartedly coming to him for help. So, he remained silent for now.

Anin Janel continues, "I didn't want them to have the baby. But…I couldn't stop it. I fought with everything I had in me! But… Sniffle! They strapped me down and injected me with some kind of drug to make me unconscious."

That's when it all starts to hit Logan. And, he's looking very stunned. But, in the back of his mind...there's a hint of long lost hope for someone he holds dear.

In black and white… From more than a year ago…

Hannah said, "Max? There's something I didn't tell you before. I didn't want to get into it, I guess…because the more we talked, the harder it was to go through with what I had to do. It's about your mother."

Hannah continued, "I did know her. She wasn't like the others. Seven months into her pregnancy, she tried to escape…because she didn't want to give you up. Finally they had to put her under, she fought so hard."

A bit teary… Max wondered, "What happened after that?"

Hannah revealed, "She was moved to a psychiatric facility. I never saw her again after that."

Max asked, "What was her name?

Hannah concluded with deeply buried regret, "I don't know."

Max asked, "how old was she?"

A little teary herself…Hannah reflected solemnly, "about your age."

Presently…

Logan solemnly voices, "I'm sorry."

He realizes he's unintentionally put down the notepad on his side of the couches. But, he leaves it there: Not feeling he'll need it much after all.

Not sure what else to say… Anin Janel nervously says, "thank you. What about you though?"

Absentminded like, Logan wonders, "what do you mean?"

Anin Janel courteously puts it, "please excuse me, Mister Cale. But…you look like you just saw a ghost." Logan mysteriously says, "maybe I have. But, let's focus on you for a bit. Just one more question, if you wouldn't mind."

A little confused, Anin Janel agrees, "all right."

Logan figures, "thanks. Did you happen to know a dietarian by the name of Hannah Sukova?"

A little surprised, Anin Janel answers, "yes. She was one of the few doctors there who actually stopped to listen: Without having to scream…admittedly."

Logan faintly smiles in unspoken relief.

He reasons, "well, it's nothing to get embarrassed about. With things out of control as they were at the time…it was only natural to get angry." Anin Janel faintly smiles again, "you're a very understanding man, Mister Cale."

Logan admits outright, "well…I've had my fair share of falls. But, thanks."

In mixed feelings, Anin Janel adds, "you're welcome. So…you think you can find my daughter?"

Logan points out, "actually…she's closer than you think."

Anin Janel's eyes fill with hope. Yet… She checks uncertainly, "really?"

With a sympathetic hand out to hers… Logan tries to assure her, "we'll sure find out in a few minutes."

Meanwhile, on ground level…

Max's hand presses her Eyes Only International badge against the hand pad. And, the side door to the base automatically opens.

Back down…

Anin nervously asks, "this isn't some kind of trap, is it?"

She looks about ready to run at a moment's notice.

Logan mostly assures, "if so, it's not to my knowledge. You…just remind me a lot of someone close to me."

With a slight chuckle of relief, Anin faintly smiles, "I'm flattered."

Shortly after… The blackish metal tiles under Max's feet come down into the room. She comes down in her thin dark gray jacket over pale red.

Max casually figures, "ok. What's the mission for today? A escort to India to kick some drug cartel ass?"

As she walk over to the couches… She suddenly notices Anin and Logan turning to her. Max kind of awkwardly says, "and suddenly, it looks like I'm sticking my bitchy nose where it doesn't belong."

Anin suddenly looks very nervous: Not sure what to say.

In English… Logan tries to explain a little uneasily, "umm… Not exactly."

Max, looking kind of weirded out, sits down on the edge of the red couch. Anin is in the middle of the ring of couches, between red and green.

Max says uneasily, "ok."

In a matter of fact way… Logan introduces her, "Max…I'd like you to meet Anin: Your long lost mother."

Max goes wide eyed for a bit…before breathing a sigh of mixed relief. For the first time since Logan has ever known her…she even blushes a little bit.

Logan checks in concern, "you ok, Max?"

Trying to hide her embarrassment, Max faintly sighs, "yeah. It's great. Just… I'm sorry. I didn't know I was supposed to be formal all of a sudden."

With a faint bittersweet smile…Anin looks to her, "faint chuckle. It's okay. It seems like there's hope for you yet."

In Spanish… Max comments, "not exactly the kind of welcome I would expect from my mother of all people. Faint chuckle. Still… Guess it's less of a big dealio then." With some relief himself, Logan figures, "guess so."

Logan's getting to his feet.

He implies, "I'm going to step out for a while: Let you two have the couch."

Max smiles confidently, "sounds good. Later." Logan smiles back, "no problem."

Logan steps on the blackish tiles and makes his way up to the floor above.

Anin concludes openly, "he's a very nice young man." Almost sarcastically, Max remarks, "yeah: He's a real Messiah. You in the mood for some Chess?"

After a bit of awkward silence… Anin uncomfortably explains her thoughts, "if you won't take it out on me for losing if you lose. I know what Manticore experimented with with you…and what you're capable of doing."

Looking right at her…Max mostly assures her, "please. I'm not that bad. On the front lines, it's another story. But…you know."

With mixed feelings, Anin reasons with a faint smile, "not so much. But, I'm starting to." Max faintly smiles back.

In Japan, in the not too distant future…

The stars are out. The streets are plastered in pink and blue bubblegum pop and rock metal like billboards, along with towering skyscrapers rung with metallic observation decks on every third floor.

Off the coastal waters are jet black, blue, and yellow hydroelectric dams around little man-made metal islands of nuclear plants. But, that's not where a very important young man is tonight.

He's in his silvery blue tiled apartment, before the highest floor: Reserved for a special line of work called Sci-Tech Ops…in the shadows of the Japanese and American peoples. They're mostly though a Japanese technology branch right off from the N.S.C.: Short for the National Security Committee.

Just by the lobby…Juujun Na Slave by Akb48 is playing in a easy to see storefront for more "revealing" wear and more.

This man is Andrew Morgenthau. He has light brown short frontless hair, and a dark gray business suit and a red tie most of the time.

He's sitting down and on the phone. It's on the glass table and it's dark red.

Sounding tired multifold… Andrew is almost practically shouting, "no. I don't see all rebel children as terrorists. Sigh. Yes, Mister big shot. I know there were riots. Televised and everything! Sigh! Just… I didn't mean it. You're tired. I'm tired. I just see violent teachers in some of your corporate funded schools. And, I think that something should be done with them."

Before him… He has a open black suitcase. And, inside…is a faintly familiar computerized diagram of molecular strands of DNA and RNA.

With very mixed feelings, Andrew sighs heavily, "okay. Thank you. Good night, Mister Kameron."

He hangs up. He then mutters coldly to himself, "corporate cakehole."

Andrew heads to the bedroom. He takes off his business suit and hangs it up in the dark closet.

As he heads to the bathroom to brush his teeth… The sound of a fierce breeze comes. The window shutters shake.

He looks in the bathroom mirror. And…he sees the window outside the bedroom shatter.

A very dark greenish living bony shell of a man comes barging in…reeking of death and burning carbon. Pale sickeningly blue webbing like lines cover him head to toe, beating like a heart on a broken record. He calls himself Melanoma.

In a gruff yet very whispery voice, Melanoma mutters under his breath, "I oughta make Worst Episode Ever outta your sorry ass. But, that wouldn't look good for the millions to buy myself a Bloody Valentine 3D: Candy boxes for all the damn screwed up prettyboys and prettygirls!"

The bed is ripped to pieces in burning carbon with his long claws for hands.

The sprinkler system section over the bed goes off in automatic. Yet, the glass just restructured itself: Floating in the hole there like it was soldiered closed.

Andrew gasps in horrified expression.

He tries to pull the very convenient red emergency lever on the side of the black couch. But…two superpowered figures who are just floating outside the second window were just waiting for him to go for it.

One of them has a golden eye patch, golden gauntlets with yellow tint, a yellow sash over his waist, a black cape with inner dark red color, a jet black jumpsuit with red buckle like lines in the center, and bright blond hair in a long combed over sickle like hairstyle with hints of gray.

He menacingly speaks in contempt, "well… Almost feel sorry you're nothing but a ant. Such a waste of intelligence."

His codename is Threshold. And, as power goes…that's a understatement.

The second figure beside him has a red and green swirled jumpsuit with a mostly green section over her boobs, long straight silk like black hair down to her waist, and silver gauntlets with storm cloud gray tint. She glares at the scared sick guy before her, looking sickened by the mere sight of him.

Her codename is Rainmaker. But, like a cloudy stormfront…there's a lot more going on with her than meets the eye.

She generates a small gust of wind to shatter the second window…while Threshold uses his psychokinesis to keep the glass pieces so distant apart that he has no trouble aiming them right for Andrew's legs without any hitting the floor.

Andrew screams in piercing pain as he doubles over, clutching his glass embedded broken legs on his side on the floor. He cries out, "who…who are…?!"

Rainmaker mutters, "well, you just barely qualify to be as smart as the Teletubbies. And, they're already plenty kiddy. Can't we just kill him already?"

Threshold coolly and coldly says, "oh, by all means Sarah. Just not yet. The suitcase is just a cheap set. The real deal is in his head. Memorized, password protected…it won't matter: Once his mind is mine. Besides…security will be here very shortly. And, the less they know the better."

He's psychokinetically pulling Melanona and Andrew's bodies through the open window…just as he hears heavy footsteps and telepathically senses the minds of several security guards in dark red bodysuits and silver scuba diver like helmets.

Rainmaker makes a little tornado under her, Threshold, and a passing out Andrew. The sudden lack of oxygen outside makes Andrew pass out. They fly into the night sky: Far away from sight of security.

One of the security officers calls out, "what the fricking…? Suitcase is still there and everything!" Another of them points out, "except Andrew Morgenthau, sir." The first security officer mutters, "damnit."

Just to add insult to injury, the first window completely shatters: Letting a gust of cold air in before a metal wall automatically comes down on it.

Rainmaker reluctantly concludes, "fine. I just hope this is the very last time we have to keep doing this." Threshold mutters determinedly, "you and me both."

Back in Seattle, back into the present…

Anin realizes, "so he's with you?" Max shrugs, "not that I'm bragging about it. But…yeah. Is that so hard to believe?"

Anin highlights, "after years on the run…I don't find much to disbelieve anymore. It's how I kept hope alive that one day…"

Max finishes the sentence, "that you'd find me?"

Anin faintly smiles, "yes. But, I'm also happy for you."

Max faintly chuckles, "thanks."

Anin adds, "you're welcome. It's your move."

While they've been talking… They've been playing with Logan's chess set in the center of the ring of couches: Held up by a circular mostly glass table.

Max adds, "right."

She moves one of her black pawns to capture a rook threatening her queen.

Anin clears her throat kind of nervously. She realizes, "I wasn't expecting that." Max insists, "don't sweat it. Honestly? You're kind of better than Logan."

Anin starts saying, "well…I don't know what you mean by sweat. But…"

Max clears up, "as in don't worry about it."

Anin faintly nods, "ohh." She moves her white bishop to threaten a bishop.

Max faintly smiles, "well…if you insist."

She captures the bishop first, and lets the white queen take her bishop. Max then moves her queen past the white queen and places it very close to the white king: Followed by Anin moving her queen to defend her king, and Max bringing in her leftmost rook on the path to joining her queen.

Anin pieces together, "I'm not winning this one, am I?"

Max figures, "sorry. But, for real…you had a good run."

Anin faintly smiles in reflection, "to come all this way looking for you? I better have." Max faintly smiles back, "I'm sure you have."

That night, up in Logan's apartment…

Rain falls on the window. Thunder goes on and on.

Max is lying on the couch in her jet black jacket: Deep in thought, and looking sick to her stomach.

With the images of all her friends running through her mind… Past and present… She's thinking over and over:

Take away the ass kicking, and what am I? Just "this bitch" deluding myself on having friends I can kick it with until I kick them all away?

Logan out of nowhere says, "you ok?"

Faintly chuckling… Max turns to him, "why wouldn't I be?"

Standing there in the Chinese screen doorframe… Logan figures, "don't know. But, something tells me there's more to it than you want to admit."

Max partly admits, "it's not that I don't trust you. It's just…"

Logan asks, "just what?" Max insists, "just let me handle this."

Logan points out, "well…long as you're sure you can. I just don't want to see you crash and burn."

Max faintly smiles, "thanks. But, I'm sure."

Logan lets the matter drop, "ok. You know where to find me. Also… There's someone who flew in from Canada who needs our help."

Max sits up, turning to face him fully. She figures, "twice in one day?"

Logan reveals, "why don't you ask her yourself?"

Not far behind him is a fairly worried looking woman in her early thirties: With shoulder length dark red hair, dark blue jeans, a bluish black cleavage showing top with sleeves, and reading glasses in her pocket.

Drawn out and yet assertive sounding…she kind of awkwardly says, "hey."

Max walks up to her. She says back, "hey."

The woman checks, "you all right? You sound a little distant."

In mixed uncertainty, Max insists, "I'm fine. What do you need, miss…?"

The woman offers her hand in courtesy, "Fairchild. Caitlin Fairchild."

Max shakes her hand, still kind of confused.

Logan helps fill in some blanks, "who also happens to be somewhat acquainted with me and our friend Sydney Bloom, and happens to be head of a superhero team originally from the US called Gen^13."

Max faintly nods…now looking more the awkward one. She concludes, "nice. I've never heard of you. But, it's nice to meet more kick ass people."

In a mix of awkward amusement and curiosity… Caitlin chuckles, "why? You're good? It's just…I've never heard of you either. No offense."

Max faintly shrugs, "it's ok. Eyes Only is still kind of secret and all. With me though? It's a long story. You might want to hold off on asking."

Very uneasy, Caitlin figures, "fair enough. Straight to business then. It's about my brother." Already not liking where this is going…Logan figures, "ok."

Max wonders, "why? Is he being experimented on by the ZFA?"

Caitlin nervously says, "sorry. I didn't know you didn't tell her."

Max insists, "what?!"

A little teary eyed, Caitlin points out, "he doesn't need rescuing. He may be a murderous psychopath who is up to something. But…he's still my brother. I was hoping you guys could help me not have to kill him to stop him."

Max goes wide eyed: With even more mixed feelings tonight than before.

A short while later, in the Eyes Only Rec room…

Caitlin puts a DVD recording in one of the computers's DVD drives.

The monitor and keyboard has been moved to the other end of the couches.

Max casually asks, "any reason for playing it here? I mean, no big dealio. But…" In mixed feelings, Caitlin thinks out loud, "just one. I…guess I just kind of miss the good old days in So Cal: When you could just put your feet up and turn the TV…and then I'd complain to Roxy about putting her feet on the table."

Max concludes, "oh. Any problem with me doing it or anything?"

She's got a big blue ceramic bowl of popcorn that Caitlin brought with her from Canada. And, she's eating away at it here and there.

Caitlin faintly chuckles, "no. I've softened up a little in my "old age"."

Max comments, "good." She puts her feet up on the red couch she's on.

She double checks, "so…this will help with connecting the dots for me?"

Caitlin faintly smiles, "yeah. Figured it would just be easier to let this documentary do the talking: Especially with how I'm feeling."

Max solemnly says, "yeah. Sure. Play it."

And, with some really fast pressing of keys… Caitlin plays the recording.

On screen is the title card of a documentary called Gen^13: Behind the Power. It has Gen^13 in big red, and the rest in weird razors like black over brown.

Shortly after… A journalist comes on screen. But, she's far from typical.

She has red tribal war paint on her face, light blond hair mostly in a bun with two fairly thick strands in front, and a purple flower decorated revealing plastic gown. She's known as Lady Majestrix. And, she has a golden microphone.

With mostly watercolor tapestry like movie projector slides and news clips… Lady Majestrix goes ahead with the documentary:

Gen^13. During their spectacular yet oddball fueled career… This team of youthful Gen Active teenagers not only stood as a testament to the existence of superheroes…but also redefined the very definition of the American dream.

Back in the early 2000's, Gen^13 truly embodied the MTV Generation.

You had kids growing up on Saturday morning cartoons. You had your comics worshipping epic proportions and guns that'd make the Terminator feel like he went too far into the future. But, the one thing we agreed on was music videos. They were priceless…and stood as a godsend to the wonders of the human body.

Gen^13 was a paradisiacal wonder in itself. Their very faces were so diverse and relatable that any fan could look like them, and not even a US Sector Police officer would be able to tell unless their powers came out to play. And, even most of the US military didn't want that kind of black mark on their record.

There's the brilliant and still kind of young intellectual Caitlin Fairchild, the questionably intelligent Perceival Edmund "Grunge" Chang, the colorful rebellious Roxanne "Freefall" Spaulding(who doesn't look it, but is actually Caitlin's distant cousin), and the calculating rouge operative Agent Lynch.

A slide pops up of Gen^13 posing for the camera.

One of them is a younger looking Caitlin in a green Kevlar suit with violet down a side, matching boots, and no leggings. Another is Roxy: With bright pink bangs, mostly short mostly black partially dyed blue hair in the back, slightly shorter height, and a jet black jacket over a dark violent sleeveless top. The third is Grunge: With husky sized bulk, kind of short dark brown mullet like hair, a little scruff on his chin, gold earrings, very ripped blue jeans, red bands over his muscular arms, and a tattoo across his chest with faint green wings around a skull.

And, a fourth is cut out from the picture in a big blue question mark.

Max faintly smiles, "nice." Faintly smiling, Caitlin adds, "thanks."

The documentary goes on:

But, where did it all start? Where did they come from?

Each of their fathers was a member of the covert ops unit called Team 7.

CGI footage of the Cold War comes on: With American buff army men in black ops black helicopters high in the air in a firefight with Russian helicopters, in the midst of jet fighters fighting high over the Statue of Liberty. And, some on both sides are using gray jetpacks to try to sniper each other faster.

Max figures, "oh, come on. This is just CGI over G.I. Joe to look "fresh"!"

Embarrassed sounding… Caitlin realizes, "you can see that?"

Max figures, "yeah. Cat like eyes and parallel processing. Can't you?"

Caitlin reflects, "well…I wouldn't exactly go that far. But, there wasn't much other footage left to work with. So, they did the best they could."

Max voices kind of uneasily, "oh. I didn't know."

Caitlin mostly assures her, "it's ok. You didn't know." Max adds, "thanks."

The documentary goes on:

Exposed to the Gen Factor in a not so secret now government project, these men became Gen^12. Though…rumor has it there were at least more than one government project in attempts to "perfect" the procedure.

Two decades later, another not so secret now project was taking shape. The N.S.C. gathered the scattered children of Gen^12, seeking to develop a new generation of super-soldiers under their own power under the name Project Genesis. But, since the then soon to be superheroes caught on to this plan in time, they took the name Gen^13 for themselves just to stick it in the N.S.C.'s faces. And, it's been downhill for the N.S.C. ever since.

What is the Gen Factor, you may ask?

Well, as far as scientists can tell…it's basically tapping into thousands of years of genetics in advance. Rumor has it that it was started from the discovery of Ethan McCain's ability to tap into powers from parallel dimensions. But, fans of X-Men argue that the power to do that can only be attained by being from a far future. And, fans of Gen^13 argue that that means X-Men have been to plenty of "unnecessary" space civilizations themselves.

The government debate is currently scheduled for mid-2022 in Vancouver.

A court order comes across the screen saying "X-Men Science Sympathizers vs. Gen^13 Science Sympathizers".

Anyway… In the clash that followed… Fairchild got strength and speed through superhuman growing powers… Freefall's namesake power developed into gravity manipulation, and even of space and time in times of extreme peril… Grunge developed the ability to alter his molecular structure… One of Fairchild's former instructors at Project Genesis became the supervillain Threshold: Her long lost brother… And, one of the heads of Project Genesis escaped with most of the drugged unconscious students in the hope of further testing.

In the aftermath, Agent Lynch was the Zen to Gen^13. But, with a gun.

Threshold was believed dead in the fallout of the destruction of the base…only to turn out four years later that he faked his death by psychokinetically burying himself far enough into the earth to slip away.

Caitlin pauses the documentary. Max puts her feet down.

Caitlin awkwardly realizes, "hmm. Guess it doesn't tell you about…"

Turning to look right at her… Max checks worriedly, "what?"

Caitlin sighs deeply. She then explains, "because we're genetically closely related… I have something of a telepathic link to Matthew: My brother."

Max very uneasily asks, "is he here with us?"

A little frightened… Caitlin mutters, "now there's a scary thought. If he was…you'd be able to tell from my eyes. He's much angrier than me."

Max figures, "sorry. I had to ask." Caitlin mostly assures her, "yeah. It's fine. I would've asked the same thing, to be honest."

Max urges, "ok. So…?"

Caitlin explains more, "it's subconscious. At first, I could see his repressed memories without realizing it at first. As time went on over the years…I've realized it's more than that. Whenever he hurts others…I can feel it. It doesn't actually physically hurt me. But… Deep sigh. It's still painful in its own way."

Getting teary eyed, Max heavily sighs, "oh god. I can't imagine."

Caitlin concludes awkwardly, "please don't. It'd just hurt more. But…I also have the same kind of thing with Roxy. The first time Matthew hurt her…I knew everything about it: The who, what, when, how…and even the why."

Max says, "kind of too hard not to. Parallel processing, right?"

Caitlin figures astutely, "you were experimented on too: Weren't you?"

Max solemnly says, "yeah. But…now isn't the time to talk about it. We should be focused more on your brother."

Looking down fairly awkwardly… Caitlin reasons, "sure. But…I can give you my number: If you ever need to talk to a kick ass someone like me."

Max faintly chuckles, "thanks. Maybe I will."

Caitlin figures, "that's all I'm really asking. That…and to get back to the documentary." Max solemnly figures, "knew I was almost forgetting something."

Caitlin faintly smiles back as she resumes the documentary:

Project Genesis was forcibly shut down thanks to Gen^13.

Some of the students died from cases of bottled up accelerated DNA. But, thanks to Caitlin Fairchild and Agent Lynch's constant research, they were able to work up a way to purge most of them of the Gen Factor.

For four years, Gen^13 were able to live very comfortable happy lives. Unfortunately…the good times down in Southern California wouldn't last.

In the first few days of the Pulse hitting America… Threshold came back with a formerly purged Gen Active to close in on California and… You guessed it: Try to take over America. Her codename was Rainmaker.

News footage of them in the same clothes from earlier come on screen: With them flying over crashing burning cars, screaming people, and the mounting up earthquakes in the impending doom of Southern California.

Gen^13 though weren't about to just let that happen. So, they banded together in a valiant effort to protect the devastated country from him… Which led to the destruction of their safe house… As well as their retreat into Canada.

Talk about the right place at the right time though. Canada was on the brink of facing a Pulse any day now. And, Caitlin grew giant sized just to shield the entire country with her body. Whatever terrorists were responsible for the Pulses against Europe, America, and Australia…they certainly thought twice after that.

News coverage comes up: Of a hunched over Caitlin's giant butt covered over with green tarps and near naked over Canada…with rich boys around in fancy helicopters snapping pictures much to her chagrin.

Max can't help but chuckle a bit. She says, "sorry. But…what a spectacle."

Caitlin uncomfortably says, "least you got it out of your human impulses."

The documentary goes on:

In the wake of the national Caitlin Exposure Incident… Gen^13 rose to superhero rich and fame overnight.

Lucrative book, film, merchandising, and endorsement deals were offered to them across the country. Cash was flowed in…gushed in…and fire hosed in.

Truly, Gen^13 had reached the top of the world: Looking down at the more disheartened youth of the formerly united United States.

Max comments, "ouch."

Caitlin figures, "it's just one journalist: Don't take it too personally."

Max insists, "I'm not. But…thanks." Caitlin adds, "no problem."

The documentary goes on:

Agent Lynch went undercover to go after the vile inner workings of the Post-Pulse N.S.C…or sometimes just called the Committee.

Thanks to the work of agents like himself… And thanks to the destruction of their DNA lab by a group of unidentified X-5s… The N.S.C. was shut down inside and out in late August of 2019.

Max sees herself briefly caught on camera just before the DNA Lab blows up. She faintly smiles to herself as she recognizes herself.

But, Agent Lynch's whereabouts is currently unknown.

With her high academic marks in computers… Caitlin got everyone together to help Canada safeguard their technology from any Pulse.

But, her success didn't stop there. Oh, no. Her potent combination of keen intellect and girl power made her a international icon for everything from modeling and politics to teaching and comic cons. Her self published book "The Battle for Clothes and Courage that Don't Rip Easily" sold for billions in just twelve weeks.

A bunch of split screens of Caitlin in varying outfits appear: Including her green covered book, with red letters and a embarrassed look to her on the cover.

Roxanne Spaulding went on as a model and actress for Marvel shows in minor but enjoyable roles: After most of the film studios rejected her for her constant habits of smoking and hanging out with the lowest of the low.

Online newspaper clippings go by of Roxy hanging out on the town with Kanye West, Paris Hilton, and Nima Nourizadeh.

Grunge went on to create the super interactive porn site BangBangIsland: After most of the film studios rejected him because of auditioning for the same movies Roxanne was. But, after Playboy decided to dump more revealing pictures…Grunge was getting their deserts.

Three windows of Amazon like women in red war paint and revealing blue, red, and yellow clothing comes across the screen: Overlooking a tropical jungle, with BangBangIsland spelled out in tropical green leaves.

Six months later… Gen^13 took in a Gen Active street gang from Southern California calling themselves the Mongolian Barbecue Horde to try to help them reform away from Sector Police. With their usual distaste for corporate powers, they were hired as bodyguards. And, they ironically became close friends.

A group shot comes of Gen^13 out back of a red bricked house: Chilling in or around the pool in mostly green and black with the Mongolian Barbecue Horde.

One simply calls himself Nate: With medium frontless black hair, and a kind of stuck up yet cool attitude about stuff. A second is Trauma Queen: With shoulder length dark blond hair, lying back on a inflatable yellow flowery bed. A third is Twenty Man Tommy: With red hair gelled back in front, and a Baywatch lifeguard like look to him. The fourth is Voodoo Doll: With long white blondish hair just past her neck, and a collected yet kind of snarky attitude to her.

Then, in early 2011… Things took a heavy turn for the worse.

They had a falling out when Grunge was discovered having a affair with Trauma Queen. Nate accused him of getting her drunk to influence her consent.

Roxanne and Caitlin though defended him…when it turned out that Grunge just had that much of a one track mind. Caitlin's legal counsel declared that he is "too clinically retarded to tell one booty from another."

Confronted with such a unassailable legal stance… The jury found Grunge not guilty. But, it took Caitlin dragging him out to stop things from getting worse.

As they came out of the typical marble white courtroom… Grunge cries out "I'm not retarded!" just before Caitlin in a black business suit decks him.

She sighs nervously, "sorry, Grunge. But, it's better than the alternative."

Caitlin gets bigger sized enough to carry a unconscious drooling Grunge over her back. Her business suit rips apart around her sides. But, she doesn't care: Even with reporters looking for any excuse to catch her in a not so kind way.

Alongside her… Roxy adds, "yeah. Can we stop by Burger Elf?"

Off screen, Caitlin comments, "yeah: That was not a real good day."

Max shrugs, "I don't know. Sometimes, you just got to deck someone."

Caitlin voices uneasily, "remind me not to get on your bad side."

Max adds, "sure."

The documentary finishes:

Gen^13 may still be here. But, the Mongolian Barbecue Horde is well done.

Nate and Twenty Man Tommy walked out in hurt and stepped back into the underground scene: Going after corporations. They were captured by the military in late 2011, and were never heard from again.

Voodoo Doll stepped away to Mexico to think things over.

And, Trauma Queen fell into a deep depression. She admitted herself to a psychiatric facility for three full years, and is currently residing alone in Canada.

That's all the time we have for today. And, please don't forget to take a…

Max stops the documentary there.

She reasons, "not that I mind the history lesson. But, we should probably move out as soon as we can." Caitlin faintly nods, "don't have to tell me twice."

She goes over to the computer console to take out the DVD…putting it back in a still kind of cold CD case.