Part 2; Scott.

R2-Jube2 awoke in a dank smelly vehicle. Jube's nose wrinkled, as she smelt oil mixed with vinegar. Jube got up and walked through the masses of mutants until she came to a very familiar looking one.

"C-Warlock. How good to see you," said Jube.

"R2-Jube2? It is you. It is you," said C-Warlock in a very happy voice.

A group of Acolytes are searching the escape pod and the surrounding area. One of the Acolytes goes up to the apparent leader and says, "All we've found sir are tracks."

At a moisture farm where two adults live with their nephew Scott. Every month the Morlocks come to their farm and sell them mutant slaves.

"Scott, Scott," yelled his aunt. "Tell your uncle that if he gets a mutant make sure he gets a translator that speaks Phalanx."

"It looks like we haven't got much of a choice but I'll remind him," replied Scott. Scott gave a dazzling smile to his aunt and returned to his uncle His uncle walked up and down the line of mutants peering into each of their faces and sniffing. He stopped in front of C-Warlock and shook his head. He started to walk off saying, "I have no need for a protocol mutant."

"What I need is a mutant that understands the binary language of the Phalanx," said Scott's uncle.

"Phalanx! Why I am quite familiar with them, my first job was to fully understand their assimilation process," replied C-Warlock.

"Do you speak Genoshan?"

"Yes sir. It's like a second language to me. I'm as fluent in Genoshan."

"All right shut up," said the middle-aged man. He then turned to a Morlock and said pointing to C-Warlock, "I'll take this one."

"Scott take these two mutants over to the garage. Get them cleaned up before dinner," said Scott's uncle pointing to C-Warlock and R2-Jube2. Scott nodded and led the two mutants over to the garage and down the steps out of the afternoon heat.

Inside the small hovel was a large underground room that was gloomy and cool. Bits of machinery cover the walls and nuggets of metal lie on the floor. C-Warlock heads over to the bath and climbs in saying, "Thank the Lord. This bubble bath feels so good. I'm so dusty I can barely move."

"It just isn't fair. I'm never gonna get out of here!" moaned Scott 'Slim' Sumwalker.

"Is there anything I might do to help?" asked C-Warlock.

"Not unless you can alter time, speed up the harvest, or get me off this rock!" said Scott.

"I don't think so, sir. I'm only a common mutant and not very knowledgeable about such things. Not on this planet anyway. In fact I'm not sure which planet I'm on," said C-Warlock sincerely.

"If there's a bright centre to the universe you're on the planet furthest away," said Scott.

"I see," said C-Warlock confused. Scott sat in front of R2-Jube2 checking her skin for any marks.

"You've got a lot of scars here. It looks like you guys have seen a lot of action," reported Scott.

"With all we've been through, sometimes I'm amazed we're in as good condition as we are what with the X men and all," said R2-Jube2.

"You know of the X men against the Brotherhood?" asked Scott. "Have you been in many battles?"

"Several I think. Actually I'm not a very good storyteller," said C- Warlock.

Scott struggles to get something out of R2-Jube2's pocket.

"Well little friend. You've got something jammed in here real good," said Scott. Scott flies back as a disc that was trapped in R2-Jube2's pocket came loose. The disc flashed and a hologram appeared over the hub of the disc. The figure is minute and a strange flickering blue colour.

"Help me Obi Wan Xavier. You're my only hope," said the figure.

"Who's that?" asked Scott. The figure still carries on repeating the message oblivious to the fact that three people stood around her staring.

"It's nothing. Just a piece of crap that I left lying in my pocket," said R2-Jube2 shrugging.

"Who is she? She's beautiful," said Scott intrigued by the holographic beauty.

"I think she was an important passenger on our last journey," said C- Warlock.

"I am the property of Obi Wan Xavier, a resident of this planet. This is a message for him," said Jube2.

"Obi Wan Xavier? I wonder if she means Charles Xavier?" said a puzzled Scott. "If you remove this chain and collar. I may be able to fix the projecting device and play back the entire message," said Jube2.

"OK. I suppose you're too small to run away on me if I take this off," said Scott leaning over and undoing the locket that kept the leather collar in place. Jube2 picks up the device and tinkers with the circuit boards. The figure disappears.

"What happened? Where did she go?" asked Scott beginning to get slightly angry.

"Well it looks like the battery is drained and you can't replace it without short circuiting the holographic matrix," said Jube2 very quickly in one breath.

"Scott! Scott! Come to dinner sweetie," called Scott's aunt.

"Be right there. Here try and get her to fix the emitter," said Scott running out of the garage.

Scott entered the underground living room and sat down across from his aunt and uncle.

"You know that R2 mutant be bought. I think she might have been kidnapped," said Scott.

"Why is that?" asked his uncle.

"Well I stumbled across a holo-emitter while cleaning her. She says she belongs to someone called Obi Wan Xavier. I thought she might have meant Charles Xavier. Do you know what she's on about?"

"Charles is just a crazy hermit. I want you to go to Massachusetts and get her memory erased. She belongs to us now," said Scott's uncle.

" What if this Obi wan comes looking for her?"

"He won't I think he's dead. He died about the same time as your father."

"He knew my father?" asked Scott.

"I told you to forget it!"

Scott got up from the table in a huff and headed back to the garage and to the mutants.

Scott entered the garage and was welcomed by utter darkness.

"Warlock! Warlock!" called out Scott.

"She's gone. I told her not to go but she kept blabbering on about her mission," spluttered Warlock.