I have a feeling that this may be a bit confusing considering I'll be writing with two Ororo Munroes but hang in there and I'll do what I can to help you out, I might not even be using our original windrider for more than a few lines during the alternate world scenes. I think the original Ororo(the one from the first universe) will only be using thoughts and not much speech too. At least in her "dream" universe.
Note: Most of this takes place in the "dream" universe.
"" is spoken words
** is thoughts
is telepathy
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~Waking Dreams: War Games~
Ororo Munroe woke up with the strangest feeling. She remembered being in a battle the previous night with an unending group of sentinels who had been a part of capturing and imprisoning most of her worlds mutants. After that she recalled an argument with her husband, Wolverine, after word came over their comms that Cyclops had been injured and that they should return to their jet. Everything after that point was a total blank. But her thoughts went back to the leader of her band of outlaws known as the X-Men. *Scott...Scott!* Sitting up quickly her head began to rush and she dropped her head back onto the pillow beneath it. "Ooooh..."
"Careful darlin'. You're gonna hurt yourself again."
"Logan?" Only now did she recognize the sterile walls of the infirmary. "Is Scott alright?"
"Shh. Scott'll be just fine if ya give him enough time. Now settle down and drink some tea."
"What--What happened? Why am I in here and where is the rest of the team?"
"You don't remember darlin? I guess ya wouldn't after takin a hit like that, but it doesn't matter as long as y'stop tryin ta pull that hero junk. You're here 'cus one of the tincans decided to take a shot while ya had yer back turned: and the rest of tha team's fine. They're just waitin for you and Cyke to get up and outta here."
"Good morning Ororo," Jean greeted from her husband's bedside.
"Hello Jean," she replied happy to hear her best friend's voice, at the same time trying to lift her head to see the redhead. "Oow." *Note to self: head stays down. That is extremely nauseating.*
"Careful 'Ro. That may be an experience that you won't want for a while if you keep trying to move your head like that," Jean warned.
"I shall remember that wonderful advice. How is Scott?"
"The same. He was caught offguard by a sentinel the same way you were...well, at least he didn't fall from one hundred feet in the sky."
"Hmm. I am sorry for not listening to you, Logan. Next time I will act better."
"Wait...Gimme a sec. I should get this on tape for you to hear next time you won't listen to me," Logan replied half serious. Both women chuckled at this.
"Alright love, I shall TRY to listen to you," Ororo apologized, then, looking at Jean she added, "and my teammates."
"That's better," Jean said.
To the observing Ororo Munroe time seemed to pass in a flash and it was soon two weeks later in this strange yet very comforting universe.
"Breakfast y'all. Come an' get it before tha swamp rat devours it all."
"It smells delicious Rogue," a starving Jubilee commented before tearing into a stack of pancakes a foot high. "Hey! Blue Boy! Keep your paws off my 'cakes."
"My apologies Jubilation, I was only making sure yours were as delectably pleasing as mine"
"Yeah right Hank. Ya'd be more convincin' if ya told the kid hers were poisoned," threw in Wolverine.
"Logan..." Ororo said from her seat beside him, elbowing him in the ribs.
And so it started. Around mouthfuls of pancakes, bacon, and sausages breakfast conversation grew to a steady hum as the Beast and Professor Xavier discussed the growing sentinel/mutant problems, Ororo and Scott talked about their recent battle where they had been injured, and Jubilee protectively guarded her deteriorating stack of pancakes.
Soon breakfast was done and, after their daily argument over who would do the dishes, the team of heroes met in their one and only Danger Room for excercises. However, these excercises were not the kind that anyone could walk in off the street and participate in-unless they had a death wish. Today the group was separated into two smaller teams who would be competing against each other in a new excercise. The first team was; Cyclops, Rogue, Jean, and the Beast. Team Two was made of; Storm, Gambit, Wolverine, and Jubilee.
The object of today's session was to reach the other team's flag without losing ANY members of your own team. There would be no powers used and the only way to be taken out of the game was by getting hit with a paintball, which could be fired by anyone on the opposing team, and all players were equipped with paintball guns. There would be two flags, one for each team. The team lead by Storm would have a flag with a lightning bolt on it, and Cyclops' team would have a flag emblazoned with a crimson blast. Each team was also allowed to leave one member behind to guard the flag which would be hidden inside one of the buildings somewhere on the playing field. All members of a team could communicate through headsets that were tuned to a different wavelength from the oppositions.
"Alright, does everyone understand the rules?" Cyclops asked.
"Sure sugah, I get tha rules. But if we ain't allowed ta use our powers how come you put two thieves, an ex-secret agent, and a teenager that can sneak out of a third story window without anyone knowin' on the same team? That don't seem fair."
"Ah..."
"Aww Chere. You just be jealous because you gonna miss the ol' Cajun charm. Dat's all."
"Don't flatter yourself Swamp Rat."
Sighing in exasperation Storm surveyed the rest of the group, "Shall we begin?"
"Let's go for it," Wolverine replied. When everyone was in their positions, to Storm, he added, "Since this is supposed ta be a real quiet-like mission I guess we'll have ta keep the, as Jubilee put it, "makeout" noises to a minimum. Huh?"
"Ugh, gross Wolvie."
"Oui mon ami. You keep the sweet talk for da bedroom, non?"
"Please, Logan. You must behave yourself...at least...until this excercise is over."
"Sure thing Sweetheart."
On Storm's team Wolverine was nominated as guard while Jubilee, Gambit, and Storm split up to track down the other team's flag. On Team One, Cyclops stayed behind so that the light wouldn't reflect off his visor and Rogue and Jean would distract whoever was left from Team Two so Beast could get to the flag. The game began.
Being the master thieves that they were Gambit and Storm began to sneak around the first building with Jubilee following close behind when they saw Rogue and Jean come running at them from the opposite direction. Gambit stated the obvious, "We gonna need a distraction chere."
"Allow me," Jubilee said as she ran over to the side and at the women from behind, firing her weapon the whole time. "Who's the woman? Oh yeah! I am, uh-huh!" The teenager got off three shots before Phoenix brought her own weapon up and fired at her. With a splat Jubilee was taken out of the game, but not before two of her shots hit their own mark. Right between Rogue's shoulder blades. "Aww man. This sucks. Good luck guys," she told her teammates as she left the Danger Room with Rogue.
Seconds after Jubilee disappeared from Storm's sight the windrider brought her own gun to bare on Phoenix and with the aim of a sniper took the other woman from the game. "Nice aim Padnat."
"Thank you Remy, but our troubles are not yet over."
"Oui, we still have de One-eye an' Bete to take care of. How you doin' Wolverine?"
"Not bad. We got a big blue rat in the walls back here though," he replied between breathes.
"Good. Keep him busy then Wolverine and we shall finish what we set out to do," the majestic voice of Storm told him.
"No problem here, Windrider. You better keep her safe LeBeau. I mean it."
"Oui, oui. Dat man is one giant pain in de--"
"Gambit! That IS my husband whom you are speaking of so...fondly."
"Sorry Stormy."
"No, no. You are right, that man can be a real pain in the...well, you know. Let us find the flag and stay alert. Cyclops is still unaccounted for," in the time it took them to finish their conversation they had reached the last building. The flag's safehouse.
Wolverine's voice came over the radio, "Hank's down for the count. Nailed 'im when he turned his back to go for the flag."
"Good work my love," Storm whispered back into her radio. "Now, let us finish this game."
Suddenly paintballs rained down on them from the roof of the building. Both being well aquainted with having weapons fired at them, Gambit and Storm ducked and rolled. Coming up beside the door Storm stopped and looked for Gambit. He had rolled clear across the field and was drawing Cyclops' fire. Pulling a clip from her hair, which had been held up in a pony tail, it now cascaded down her back as she picked the door's lock. When she heard a familiar click she threw the door open and ran inside as she heard another wet splat that signaled Gambit's defeat. No longer worried about someone trying to stop her she made a mad dash for the flag. Cyclops jumped from the shadows around the corner and fired. Diving for the floor the paintball sailed past her head and hit the wall in front of her. With a reflex honed by years of practice her hand shot out...and grabbed the flag. The illusion of the buildings and woods faded from reality around the three remaining players. The game had been won. Sprinting across the room Logan hugged his wife and gave a deep and passionate kiss.
"Congratulations Ororo," Professor Xavier said as he entered the room with the defeated participants behind him. Some were celebrating and jumping while others merely sulked.
"Told ya they weren't fair odds."
"Don't be a sore loser cherie. After all, Gambit got hit too."
"That don't make me feel any better Swamp Rat."
"Woo hoo! We won, we won! Way t'go Storm, we rock," a jubilant Jubilee cried as she danced around and hugged her team.
"Congratulations Storm."
"Thank you Scott. You did well also."
"Com'on 'Roro. I got a special victory dance for ya," Logan growled as he pulled his wife out the door.
With that the X-Men left the Danger Room for the day and went to change or take a shower or just chat in the kitchen for a while. High above them a beautiful African woman laughed delightedly to herself at how openly the two lovers interacted especially around their friends. Little did any of them know what was waiting for them...what was waiting to destroy them. Not even the silent observer from an alternate Earth could have predicted the destruction and terror that would rock this loving world.
Note: Most of this takes place in the "dream" universe.
"" is spoken words
** is thoughts
is telepathy
----------
~Waking Dreams: War Games~
Ororo Munroe woke up with the strangest feeling. She remembered being in a battle the previous night with an unending group of sentinels who had been a part of capturing and imprisoning most of her worlds mutants. After that she recalled an argument with her husband, Wolverine, after word came over their comms that Cyclops had been injured and that they should return to their jet. Everything after that point was a total blank. But her thoughts went back to the leader of her band of outlaws known as the X-Men. *Scott...Scott!* Sitting up quickly her head began to rush and she dropped her head back onto the pillow beneath it. "Ooooh..."
"Careful darlin'. You're gonna hurt yourself again."
"Logan?" Only now did she recognize the sterile walls of the infirmary. "Is Scott alright?"
"Shh. Scott'll be just fine if ya give him enough time. Now settle down and drink some tea."
"What--What happened? Why am I in here and where is the rest of the team?"
"You don't remember darlin? I guess ya wouldn't after takin a hit like that, but it doesn't matter as long as y'stop tryin ta pull that hero junk. You're here 'cus one of the tincans decided to take a shot while ya had yer back turned: and the rest of tha team's fine. They're just waitin for you and Cyke to get up and outta here."
"Good morning Ororo," Jean greeted from her husband's bedside.
"Hello Jean," she replied happy to hear her best friend's voice, at the same time trying to lift her head to see the redhead. "Oow." *Note to self: head stays down. That is extremely nauseating.*
"Careful 'Ro. That may be an experience that you won't want for a while if you keep trying to move your head like that," Jean warned.
"I shall remember that wonderful advice. How is Scott?"
"The same. He was caught offguard by a sentinel the same way you were...well, at least he didn't fall from one hundred feet in the sky."
"Hmm. I am sorry for not listening to you, Logan. Next time I will act better."
"Wait...Gimme a sec. I should get this on tape for you to hear next time you won't listen to me," Logan replied half serious. Both women chuckled at this.
"Alright love, I shall TRY to listen to you," Ororo apologized, then, looking at Jean she added, "and my teammates."
"That's better," Jean said.
To the observing Ororo Munroe time seemed to pass in a flash and it was soon two weeks later in this strange yet very comforting universe.
"Breakfast y'all. Come an' get it before tha swamp rat devours it all."
"It smells delicious Rogue," a starving Jubilee commented before tearing into a stack of pancakes a foot high. "Hey! Blue Boy! Keep your paws off my 'cakes."
"My apologies Jubilation, I was only making sure yours were as delectably pleasing as mine"
"Yeah right Hank. Ya'd be more convincin' if ya told the kid hers were poisoned," threw in Wolverine.
"Logan..." Ororo said from her seat beside him, elbowing him in the ribs.
And so it started. Around mouthfuls of pancakes, bacon, and sausages breakfast conversation grew to a steady hum as the Beast and Professor Xavier discussed the growing sentinel/mutant problems, Ororo and Scott talked about their recent battle where they had been injured, and Jubilee protectively guarded her deteriorating stack of pancakes.
Soon breakfast was done and, after their daily argument over who would do the dishes, the team of heroes met in their one and only Danger Room for excercises. However, these excercises were not the kind that anyone could walk in off the street and participate in-unless they had a death wish. Today the group was separated into two smaller teams who would be competing against each other in a new excercise. The first team was; Cyclops, Rogue, Jean, and the Beast. Team Two was made of; Storm, Gambit, Wolverine, and Jubilee.
The object of today's session was to reach the other team's flag without losing ANY members of your own team. There would be no powers used and the only way to be taken out of the game was by getting hit with a paintball, which could be fired by anyone on the opposing team, and all players were equipped with paintball guns. There would be two flags, one for each team. The team lead by Storm would have a flag with a lightning bolt on it, and Cyclops' team would have a flag emblazoned with a crimson blast. Each team was also allowed to leave one member behind to guard the flag which would be hidden inside one of the buildings somewhere on the playing field. All members of a team could communicate through headsets that were tuned to a different wavelength from the oppositions.
"Alright, does everyone understand the rules?" Cyclops asked.
"Sure sugah, I get tha rules. But if we ain't allowed ta use our powers how come you put two thieves, an ex-secret agent, and a teenager that can sneak out of a third story window without anyone knowin' on the same team? That don't seem fair."
"Ah..."
"Aww Chere. You just be jealous because you gonna miss the ol' Cajun charm. Dat's all."
"Don't flatter yourself Swamp Rat."
Sighing in exasperation Storm surveyed the rest of the group, "Shall we begin?"
"Let's go for it," Wolverine replied. When everyone was in their positions, to Storm, he added, "Since this is supposed ta be a real quiet-like mission I guess we'll have ta keep the, as Jubilee put it, "makeout" noises to a minimum. Huh?"
"Ugh, gross Wolvie."
"Oui mon ami. You keep the sweet talk for da bedroom, non?"
"Please, Logan. You must behave yourself...at least...until this excercise is over."
"Sure thing Sweetheart."
On Storm's team Wolverine was nominated as guard while Jubilee, Gambit, and Storm split up to track down the other team's flag. On Team One, Cyclops stayed behind so that the light wouldn't reflect off his visor and Rogue and Jean would distract whoever was left from Team Two so Beast could get to the flag. The game began.
Being the master thieves that they were Gambit and Storm began to sneak around the first building with Jubilee following close behind when they saw Rogue and Jean come running at them from the opposite direction. Gambit stated the obvious, "We gonna need a distraction chere."
"Allow me," Jubilee said as she ran over to the side and at the women from behind, firing her weapon the whole time. "Who's the woman? Oh yeah! I am, uh-huh!" The teenager got off three shots before Phoenix brought her own weapon up and fired at her. With a splat Jubilee was taken out of the game, but not before two of her shots hit their own mark. Right between Rogue's shoulder blades. "Aww man. This sucks. Good luck guys," she told her teammates as she left the Danger Room with Rogue.
Seconds after Jubilee disappeared from Storm's sight the windrider brought her own gun to bare on Phoenix and with the aim of a sniper took the other woman from the game. "Nice aim Padnat."
"Thank you Remy, but our troubles are not yet over."
"Oui, we still have de One-eye an' Bete to take care of. How you doin' Wolverine?"
"Not bad. We got a big blue rat in the walls back here though," he replied between breathes.
"Good. Keep him busy then Wolverine and we shall finish what we set out to do," the majestic voice of Storm told him.
"No problem here, Windrider. You better keep her safe LeBeau. I mean it."
"Oui, oui. Dat man is one giant pain in de--"
"Gambit! That IS my husband whom you are speaking of so...fondly."
"Sorry Stormy."
"No, no. You are right, that man can be a real pain in the...well, you know. Let us find the flag and stay alert. Cyclops is still unaccounted for," in the time it took them to finish their conversation they had reached the last building. The flag's safehouse.
Wolverine's voice came over the radio, "Hank's down for the count. Nailed 'im when he turned his back to go for the flag."
"Good work my love," Storm whispered back into her radio. "Now, let us finish this game."
Suddenly paintballs rained down on them from the roof of the building. Both being well aquainted with having weapons fired at them, Gambit and Storm ducked and rolled. Coming up beside the door Storm stopped and looked for Gambit. He had rolled clear across the field and was drawing Cyclops' fire. Pulling a clip from her hair, which had been held up in a pony tail, it now cascaded down her back as she picked the door's lock. When she heard a familiar click she threw the door open and ran inside as she heard another wet splat that signaled Gambit's defeat. No longer worried about someone trying to stop her she made a mad dash for the flag. Cyclops jumped from the shadows around the corner and fired. Diving for the floor the paintball sailed past her head and hit the wall in front of her. With a reflex honed by years of practice her hand shot out...and grabbed the flag. The illusion of the buildings and woods faded from reality around the three remaining players. The game had been won. Sprinting across the room Logan hugged his wife and gave a deep and passionate kiss.
"Congratulations Ororo," Professor Xavier said as he entered the room with the defeated participants behind him. Some were celebrating and jumping while others merely sulked.
"Told ya they weren't fair odds."
"Don't be a sore loser cherie. After all, Gambit got hit too."
"That don't make me feel any better Swamp Rat."
"Woo hoo! We won, we won! Way t'go Storm, we rock," a jubilant Jubilee cried as she danced around and hugged her team.
"Congratulations Storm."
"Thank you Scott. You did well also."
"Com'on 'Roro. I got a special victory dance for ya," Logan growled as he pulled his wife out the door.
With that the X-Men left the Danger Room for the day and went to change or take a shower or just chat in the kitchen for a while. High above them a beautiful African woman laughed delightedly to herself at how openly the two lovers interacted especially around their friends. Little did any of them know what was waiting for them...what was waiting to destroy them. Not even the silent observer from an alternate Earth could have predicted the destruction and terror that would rock this loving world.