I was lounging around the mansion when I looked out the window. The man approaching looked like one of Rogue's friends. Blond hair. Spiked bracelets. And what looked like...A blouse.
He came a-knocking at the door, and being the handsome and polite Cajun man I am, I answered the door.
"Bonjour," I said.
"Hello, the name's Lucas. I'm looking for Professor Charles Xavier," he replied, with a heavy Irish brogue.
"Right this way, mon ami."
I led him to the good professor's office. As soon as Chuck saw him, though, his face contorted into fear and shock.
"Good to see you again, Dear ole Dad," he said, putting emphasis on the word "dad".
"How did you get in?!"
He pointed a thumb my way.
"This fool let me in. And now it's time for you to pay!"
Flames encircled him.
"Stop this at once, Lucas!"
"The name's Legion, old man!"
I ran out of the room as fast as I could, running smack into Scott and Jean.
"The professor needs our help!"
They beat me to the office.
"Lucas!"
"Oh, look. It's the pretty young red-headed lass. Now, look, I'm here to offer advice. Go back and see Moira on Muir Isle. She's found something key in the study for the Legacy Virus."
With that, he vanished, leaving behind only echoing villainous laughter.
"Let's go."
Before we left, something began to beep. We checked Cerebro and saw that it was the Virus monitor. Someone within 15 miles of the Institute. It was coming from the Brotherhood of Bayville Boarding House. Lance Alvers contracted the Legacy Virus. Another beeping occurred. It was about Ilyana. She had hit Stage Four.
"Merde..." I breathed.
"Damn it!" Scott said, slamming a fist on the control panel.
An alarm sounded, but not from the Virus monitor. It was security.
"What the hell?" I asked under my breath.
I brought up all of the cameras. In each one was a group of Aryan males. Blonde hair, blue eyes.
"Fuck! I cannot *deal* with this now!"
"What is it, Gambit?" Jean asked me.
"Nothing, cher'. Blinkie!" I called out.
Scott walked over.
"What is it, Card-Man?"
"Do you have any sort of plan of action?"
"No..."
"Good. That means I'm in charge."
He opened his mouth in protest, but I stopped him.
"No, Scooter. Listen. First call up Warren. You, Jean, the adults-save Logan, Kurt, Amanda, and Rogue go to Muir Island. Kitty, Piotr-"
"They're on a date."
"Don't interrupt me, mon ami. Go get them. They should've taken commlinks. Anyway, them and Bobby go to the Boarding House. Tell them not to return for at least an hour. Myself and Logan will stay here. Now go!"
Scott nodded and took off with Jean.
"Wolverine!"
"Yeah?" he said, the voice full of static.
"Damn, they've fucked up our wiring... Meet me in the War Room, ASAP. It's urgent."
"On my way."
He arrived in full uniform. His old one. Guess he hated the new ones as much as I did.
"Wolverine, go to the control spire in the Danger Room. Wait until I come in. Then, with no protest, set it for a team of 15. Lethal."
"Why?!"
"Don't ask questions now. Please don't. I really need your cooperation on this, mon frere."
Logan nodded, and I left the room.
I put on my Moira uniform on first, for the temperature control. Over that, was a blue neck shield with black-painted webbing; it protected my chest as well. Over my torso, I put a magenta-pink piece of armour that matched the contours of my body perfectly. I then put on black, skin-tight pants. On each leg was 13 magenta bars. Then were the boots/ leg armour I wore when I first joined Magneto. Finally, the piece de resistance: my trench coat.
I stepped out to the front lawn.
"Come and get me, boys!"
An all-too-familiar hiss came from beside me.
"Bold move, Remy."
I pulled out my Bo staff. It had small single-projectile launchers on each tip. I charged one of them and fired it at the voice. The face came from the shadows, eyes wide, mouth agape. The glowing dart was in his chest.
"Fire in the hole!" I heard a voice shout from the trees.
The ill-fated man's chest exploded on him. All of a sudden, thirty men revealed themselves to me from the front grounds alone. From the roof jumped an agile man in his late twenties.
"Julien?!"
"Remy, Remy, Remy. When are you gonna learn? The assassins always have a backup. That guy was Gilles Thibodaux with plastic surgery. So, I see your dressed in the armour of your own Guild," Julien drawled.
"Damn Skippy."
From a hip holster, Julien drew a Glock and started shooting at my feet.
"Stop it, Julien! Leave Mon Cheri' Amour alone!" A feminine voice called out.
"Damn, don't tell me...."
I turned to see the blonde bombshell Belladonna.
"Tanpri, Remy Enttiene. did you really expect to get away from me that easily?" she asked.
"Belle, you're the blood-sucking tick of my life. The more I tug to get away, the more attached you become," I told her.
With a look of indignance, she jumped down from the roof. The Assassins began to surround me. I reached into my pocket and grabbed a deck of cards. Holding twenty-six in each hand, I charged them all and let loose. The scattering explosion was huge. I took the bought time and went off to the back.
Sixty emerged from the pool alone. From the trees and undergrowth came about eighty more. I heard an audible "snikt" and some familiar screams.
"Wolverine! I told you to stay in the Danger Room!"
"Couldn't help it kid! Saw what was happening to ya. Then, some of these bastards tried to get in. Some succeeded. Don't worry, Gambit. We'll take them," Logan said, trying to reassure me.
"Bonne chance, mon ami," came Julien's voice.
I whipped out my Bo staff again. The tip extended until it knocked Julien's chin upwards. And he was on the roof again. I was near the pool. I had all the attachments on it, though. I moved the staff until it slapped against Julien's face, knocking him off of the roof, only to be caught by another assassin.
"These guys don't mess around, do they?" Logan asked me.
I shook my head. I retracted my staff, then extended it to another man's chest. I put my index finger on the tip facing me, and sent a charge through the staff, and charging the man's shirt. I pulled the staff back and slammed another man in the face with it.
"Logan watch my back!" I said.
He nodded. I ripped off my trench coat and all non-revealing articles of clothing until I stood there wearing nothing but my boxers and Thieves Guild pants.
"Done stripping, Gumbo?" Logan asked.
I sneered. My fingers and toes wiggled, and then my eyes began to glow. The air crackled with kinetic electricity.
He came a-knocking at the door, and being the handsome and polite Cajun man I am, I answered the door.
"Bonjour," I said.
"Hello, the name's Lucas. I'm looking for Professor Charles Xavier," he replied, with a heavy Irish brogue.
"Right this way, mon ami."
I led him to the good professor's office. As soon as Chuck saw him, though, his face contorted into fear and shock.
"Good to see you again, Dear ole Dad," he said, putting emphasis on the word "dad".
"How did you get in?!"
He pointed a thumb my way.
"This fool let me in. And now it's time for you to pay!"
Flames encircled him.
"Stop this at once, Lucas!"
"The name's Legion, old man!"
I ran out of the room as fast as I could, running smack into Scott and Jean.
"The professor needs our help!"
They beat me to the office.
"Lucas!"
"Oh, look. It's the pretty young red-headed lass. Now, look, I'm here to offer advice. Go back and see Moira on Muir Isle. She's found something key in the study for the Legacy Virus."
With that, he vanished, leaving behind only echoing villainous laughter.
"Let's go."
Before we left, something began to beep. We checked Cerebro and saw that it was the Virus monitor. Someone within 15 miles of the Institute. It was coming from the Brotherhood of Bayville Boarding House. Lance Alvers contracted the Legacy Virus. Another beeping occurred. It was about Ilyana. She had hit Stage Four.
"Merde..." I breathed.
"Damn it!" Scott said, slamming a fist on the control panel.
An alarm sounded, but not from the Virus monitor. It was security.
"What the hell?" I asked under my breath.
I brought up all of the cameras. In each one was a group of Aryan males. Blonde hair, blue eyes.
"Fuck! I cannot *deal* with this now!"
"What is it, Gambit?" Jean asked me.
"Nothing, cher'. Blinkie!" I called out.
Scott walked over.
"What is it, Card-Man?"
"Do you have any sort of plan of action?"
"No..."
"Good. That means I'm in charge."
He opened his mouth in protest, but I stopped him.
"No, Scooter. Listen. First call up Warren. You, Jean, the adults-save Logan, Kurt, Amanda, and Rogue go to Muir Island. Kitty, Piotr-"
"They're on a date."
"Don't interrupt me, mon ami. Go get them. They should've taken commlinks. Anyway, them and Bobby go to the Boarding House. Tell them not to return for at least an hour. Myself and Logan will stay here. Now go!"
Scott nodded and took off with Jean.
"Wolverine!"
"Yeah?" he said, the voice full of static.
"Damn, they've fucked up our wiring... Meet me in the War Room, ASAP. It's urgent."
"On my way."
He arrived in full uniform. His old one. Guess he hated the new ones as much as I did.
"Wolverine, go to the control spire in the Danger Room. Wait until I come in. Then, with no protest, set it for a team of 15. Lethal."
"Why?!"
"Don't ask questions now. Please don't. I really need your cooperation on this, mon frere."
Logan nodded, and I left the room.
I put on my Moira uniform on first, for the temperature control. Over that, was a blue neck shield with black-painted webbing; it protected my chest as well. Over my torso, I put a magenta-pink piece of armour that matched the contours of my body perfectly. I then put on black, skin-tight pants. On each leg was 13 magenta bars. Then were the boots/ leg armour I wore when I first joined Magneto. Finally, the piece de resistance: my trench coat.
I stepped out to the front lawn.
"Come and get me, boys!"
An all-too-familiar hiss came from beside me.
"Bold move, Remy."
I pulled out my Bo staff. It had small single-projectile launchers on each tip. I charged one of them and fired it at the voice. The face came from the shadows, eyes wide, mouth agape. The glowing dart was in his chest.
"Fire in the hole!" I heard a voice shout from the trees.
The ill-fated man's chest exploded on him. All of a sudden, thirty men revealed themselves to me from the front grounds alone. From the roof jumped an agile man in his late twenties.
"Julien?!"
"Remy, Remy, Remy. When are you gonna learn? The assassins always have a backup. That guy was Gilles Thibodaux with plastic surgery. So, I see your dressed in the armour of your own Guild," Julien drawled.
"Damn Skippy."
From a hip holster, Julien drew a Glock and started shooting at my feet.
"Stop it, Julien! Leave Mon Cheri' Amour alone!" A feminine voice called out.
"Damn, don't tell me...."
I turned to see the blonde bombshell Belladonna.
"Tanpri, Remy Enttiene. did you really expect to get away from me that easily?" she asked.
"Belle, you're the blood-sucking tick of my life. The more I tug to get away, the more attached you become," I told her.
With a look of indignance, she jumped down from the roof. The Assassins began to surround me. I reached into my pocket and grabbed a deck of cards. Holding twenty-six in each hand, I charged them all and let loose. The scattering explosion was huge. I took the bought time and went off to the back.
Sixty emerged from the pool alone. From the trees and undergrowth came about eighty more. I heard an audible "snikt" and some familiar screams.
"Wolverine! I told you to stay in the Danger Room!"
"Couldn't help it kid! Saw what was happening to ya. Then, some of these bastards tried to get in. Some succeeded. Don't worry, Gambit. We'll take them," Logan said, trying to reassure me.
"Bonne chance, mon ami," came Julien's voice.
I whipped out my Bo staff again. The tip extended until it knocked Julien's chin upwards. And he was on the roof again. I was near the pool. I had all the attachments on it, though. I moved the staff until it slapped against Julien's face, knocking him off of the roof, only to be caught by another assassin.
"These guys don't mess around, do they?" Logan asked me.
I shook my head. I retracted my staff, then extended it to another man's chest. I put my index finger on the tip facing me, and sent a charge through the staff, and charging the man's shirt. I pulled the staff back and slammed another man in the face with it.
"Logan watch my back!" I said.
He nodded. I ripped off my trench coat and all non-revealing articles of clothing until I stood there wearing nothing but my boxers and Thieves Guild pants.
"Done stripping, Gumbo?" Logan asked.
I sneered. My fingers and toes wiggled, and then my eyes began to glow. The air crackled with kinetic electricity.