Disclaimer: I own no one from the X-Men, Koda and the Odd-Quad are mine. And if anyone is out of character I have only two words for you: Fan Fiction! So leave me alone on that. I have found a new muse and this one is a little better, he doesn't run out on me everything three minutes. So please chill and be patient with me, this is my second fan fiction, Sing the Sorrow was my first, people dubbed it Mary Sueish but hey, I don't care anymore, thank to my viewers who picked me up when I was down. So without further ado here is Chapter One of "Challenges Unheard Of"

A Tale and A Name

Professor Xavier studied her as she stood by the window. Her figure hadn't changed in the past years, still cat like, and though her eyes still looked hawk like they saw nothing.
"Why did you come here?" The Professor asked.
"I was told you can find people through your Cerebro. Is this true?"
"Yes."
"I was wondering if you'd be kind enough to use it to locate some people for me Professor Xavier."
"What kind of people?"
"Mutants, I need to know if they also made it out of the mission."
"What mission?"
She went ridged. "The mission we were assigned to by the government." She sighed. "There are a lot of people enthralled by our powers Professor, and there are a lot of people afraid of our power, but you know that."
"Yes."
"Well, even though there are government officials who oppose us, there are some who say if we are trained properly we can be used to infiltrate the enemies base and get information of moves planned or strikes readied against us."
"I've heard of this before." Professor Xavier nodded remembering Oz and Degas.
Things hadn't worked out with Oz and Logan. She still felt as if she didn't belong, so she sent her brother with Logan and they came back to the school while she took her bags and new motorcycle and started to scour the earth for her place in the world. She wrote long emails to the both of them, she did love Logan, but more as a brother, and he felt the same way.
"Yes, of course you have." The woman said. "I was raised and trained on a facility base. My friends and me were trained to become spies, but the government changed their minds and we were sent off into the world to live. We became street fighters, got our money that way. We lived together, we were always together, and we only trusted each other. But a couple of years ago, the government sought us out again for an emergency mission. There was talk of a terrorist group somewhere in America, biding their time until a signal was given. They needed to know what that signal was, so we were sent to the Middle East to seek out the information.
"We were the Odd-Quad, Jak, our telepathic, telekinetic fiend." She smiled. "Jackson, our planner slash fighter, he could manipulate electricity, Satine, a morph, much like Mystique, could be anyone, could use their powers while in their form, and then there was me. I was in charge of diversion and back up fighting."
"And what is your mutation?" Professor Xavier asked.
"Colossus can turn his entire body into living, organic metal,"
"Yes."
"Well, I can do the same thing, only not my entire body, just my bones, and it isn't just any steel, it's adamantium. My bones can turn into sheer adamantium. The government liked it, they also created claws, like Wolverine's, but mine don't come out of my body, it is a mechanic brace that fits on my right wrist."
Professor Xavier nodded. "I see."
"So we went in, everything was going perfectly at first, then after we got what we needed, we somehow triggered an alarm and hundreds of sentries came running out. They were prepared for us, we were set up, they didn't have guns, or any firearms! They had chemicals. buckets of chemicals and sponges saturated in them. We knew we had been double crossed by the man who got us in, in the first place! So we blitzed it. We split up and swore that we'd reunite in America if we could." She shook her head and looked down. "I fled out the west wing passage, they were right on my heels, I could feel them breathing down my neck. I ran into a dead end, so I spun around, letting the mechanic claws, which by the way, were also made of adamantium, fall out of their sheath and lock into place." She shook her head again, rubbing her eyes. "What good it did," she said barely audible.
"What happen?"
She raised her head and seemed to stare out into the starry night. "I fought, what else could I have done? There was only on the in the group whom had chased me that had a bucket. So I fought those who did not have any weapons. They were strong, I'm convinced that some of them were mutants; no human could be as string as some of them I fought. Finally most of them were dead, only one remained, the one with the bucket. He threw the sponge right at me, I went to block it, but I missed and it hit me in the forehead, I could feel the chemicals seep into my left eye, it hurt like hell, but I was already blind in that eye, so it didn't matter and I charged him. He was scared and he threw the bucket at me. Now that I think back on it, if I hadn't of." she chocked on her words. "He threw the bucket at me, I raised my hand to block it, the bucket hit my claws, ripping apart like a hot knife in butter," she smiled vaguely. "Yes, that is the right metaphor, I gasped right at that moment, I looked as my claws rip through that bucket faster then anything, and then at the chemicals, that was the last thing I ever saw was the yellowish liquid of the chemicals splash right into my face and my right eye. The pain was more then anything I have ever bared before. I felt it as it destroyed my nerves and shattered my vision like shards of glass that fall into murky waters. then everything went black, and I was blind." She lowered her head, her shoulders quivered. "I ran. What else could I have done? I knew if I were caught I would either be tortured or killed. I don't know how I made it out, but I did. I was helped out of the country by the American government and I was given medical attention. But what could they do for me? The chemicals had already done their damage, I was blind, I'd never see again."
Professor Xavier nodded. "That's horrible."
"I honed in on my other senses, smelling, hearing. everything was heightened, but only out of survival." She turned and leaned back on the wall. "I need to know if the others got out, I need to know if they are alive. Please Professor Xavier, I'll pay you if I have too!" she reached for her wallet.
"No, I'll see if they are alive, you do not have to pay. I only ask one thing in return."
"Anything." She said desperately.
"Tell me your name."
She slid to the floor and pulled her knees up and rested her head on her arms. "Professor Xavier, do you think me rude?"
"No, never-"
"Improper?"
"No."
"I know my manners sir, if I had a name, I would have told you."
"What?"
"I do not have a name."
"What did your friends call you?"
"They never called me anything. If they needed my attention they would whistle or snap their fingers. That's it, I would always look at them when they needed me."
Professor Xavier nodded. "Would you like a name?"
She shrugged. "I don't know," she sighed and leaned back. "I never thought about it guess. Oh that sounds so pathetic I know, I'm nineteen and I have never thought about giving myself a name." She chuckled.
Professor Xavier shook his head and smiled then frowned. "Something else happened to you when the chemicals entered your body."
She stopped chuckling and lowered her head again. "Yes, it entered my bloodstream, whenever medicine is given to me, the chemicals from the attack cancel it out and my body rejects it. When I am sick, I have to deal with it until it passes, there is nothing I can do about it, there is nothing anyone can do about it."
Professor Xavier narrowed his eyes then turned. "You are more then welcomed to stay the night here, in the morning I will tell you everything about what I have seen through Cerebro."
"Thank you Professor." She pushed herself up. "Thank you so much."
"Kurt will take you to a room."
Just then she felt the presence of another mutant. He offered out his hand and she took it, momentarily startled by the fact there were only three fingers.
"Hello," Kurt said in his German/Russian accent.
"Hello." She smiled back at him as he led her down the hall and into a room.
"You'll be comfortable in this room," he said. "It was my first room."
She let him guide her to the bed where she sat down. "Was it?"
"Yes."
"And what is your power?"
He smiled. "I am a teleporter."
"You only have three fingers."
"Yes, three fingers, two toes."
"An alien?" she smiled.
"No, well, if you saw me, you'd think so."
She raised her head. "Describe yourself to me."
He sat next to her. "I am blue."
"Sad?"
"No, literally blue, my skin color is blue, and I have angelic marks carved onto my skin, one for every sin. My hair is short, black and it stands up."
"Spiky?"
"Yes." He nodded. "My eyes are yellow, my teeth are pointed but white and I have a tail."
"You sound very cute."
He chuckled. "Thank you, you are very cute as well."
She blushed. She had cut her hair short so it fell around her neck. It was black and straight, with silver highlights. Her teeth were still perfectly straight and white. She hadn't changed so much.
"So you have a name?" he asked.
"No, I don't."
"What is your ethnicity?"
She smiled at him. "Now that is a question I have never heard before."
"I am sorry if it is a rude question-"
"No," she shook her head. "It's just, no one has ever asked me that." She leaned her head back. "I'm half Native American Indian half Russian."
"You should have a name."
"Like what?"
"How about Koda?"
"Koda." She repeated in a whisper. "I like that." She nodded. "Thanks Kurt. Koda."
He stood up, took her hand and kissed it. "Good night Koda."
"Good night Kurt." She chuckled and heard him teleport away. She leaned back onto the bed and thought about her new name. "Koda." She laughed. "I like it."