New Beginnings
Chapter 2: Chain of Command
A/N: The X-Men don't belong to me! I'm borrowing them!
Professor Xavier sat in his wheelchair with his hands together, fingers entwined under his nose in a state of deep thought. He sat in a large control room full of monitors and computers, which over looked an enormous steel-walled room. He was staring through the glass at what his students referred to as the Danger Room. Its purpose is to help train the X-Men, and now the X-Tremes. The computers surrounding Xavier are of the newest technology, some of which is not even of this world. The Danger Room can be programmed for different levels of training with interactive scenery and adversaries. Xavier stared through that observation window down at the X- Tremes. He wondered to himself if his team was doomed to fail as his previous teams had. He prayed that he was wrong.
Seven young adults stood in the Danger Room. A group of three girls stood with wide grins brightening their faces. They were Elizabeth Lapier, Rebecca Rawlins and Dinah. A few feet away stood two young men, one chuckling to himself, the other rubbing his head in confusion. The one laughing was Pip and the confused man was Jack Mason. The last two of the group, two young women, stood in the center of the room. One had her arms crossed across her chest and the other had her hands on her hips. They were both scowling at the rest of the group. They were the field leaders of the group and they had no qualms with running the team like a dictatorship. Ziska, the Professors daughter walked stiffly over to Jack. A.J. stood back and watched the rest of the group with piercing eyes, daring them to try something.
"Osiris, stop brandishing your sword around like an idiot and focus," Ziska said through gritted teeth.
Jack looked at her and frowned. He lifted his Katana up and pointed it at her.
"It's a *katana* and I'm not brandishing it. If you had taken five minutes to get off your pedestal you would have seen me knock out those targets like I was supposed to." He gestured at a pile of smoldering metal and circuitry off to the right of him.
"I don't think it counts when you shove your sword back into your belt and it destroys the target sneaking up behind you, silly." Rebecca put a hand on Jack's shoulder and smiled. His eyes softened as he looked at her, but he immediately turned his gaze back on Ziska and glared.
Pip's Scottish accent came up from behind him. "I think that 'appened in a movie, didn' it? Robin 'ood Men in Tights, right? Bloody funny movie if yeh ask me."
A.J. turned and stalked angrily over to him. "I don't think anybody did ask you."
"Oh will yeh just bloody lay off?" Pip turned and walked out of the Danger Room, followed by Jack. Dinah looked at the boys, then back at Ziska and A.J. She sighed and walked over to them, followed closely by Liz. Ziska just looked at them with an arrogant gaze.
"Are you two going to complain, too?" She asked icily.
"No, Ziska. But if cooperation is what you want, there are more agreeable tactics to use. Mr. Summers isn't like this with the X-Men," Dinah replied coolly. Liz muttered to herself, "This is getting ridiculous."
Ziska looked at Liz and smirked. "If you have something to say, please share it, Dragon-Breath." She taunted. Liz narrowed her eyes at her and growled. A.J. walked up and stood shoulder to shoulder with Ziska. "You all are just jealous that you don't hold any sort of power over the team," she smiled in a sick-sweet sort of way. Dinah looked at them and smiled. "We've got no problems. We can handle ourselves perfectly fine."
"It's not a problem getting what you want when you're a teacher's pet," Rebecca's voice rang out clear. Dinah could see Ziska cringe inwardly. She patted Liz on the back and turned towards the locker room. "I think we've had enough training today. Let's hit the showers."
The three girls left the room. Ziska and A.J. were left alone, fuming. Professor Xavier frowned. The members were not getting along, but he had already made his decision. His daughter would lead the team and they would have to learn to work together.
A/N: The X-Men don't belong to me! I'm borrowing them!
Professor Xavier sat in his wheelchair with his hands together, fingers entwined under his nose in a state of deep thought. He sat in a large control room full of monitors and computers, which over looked an enormous steel-walled room. He was staring through the glass at what his students referred to as the Danger Room. Its purpose is to help train the X-Men, and now the X-Tremes. The computers surrounding Xavier are of the newest technology, some of which is not even of this world. The Danger Room can be programmed for different levels of training with interactive scenery and adversaries. Xavier stared through that observation window down at the X- Tremes. He wondered to himself if his team was doomed to fail as his previous teams had. He prayed that he was wrong.
Seven young adults stood in the Danger Room. A group of three girls stood with wide grins brightening their faces. They were Elizabeth Lapier, Rebecca Rawlins and Dinah. A few feet away stood two young men, one chuckling to himself, the other rubbing his head in confusion. The one laughing was Pip and the confused man was Jack Mason. The last two of the group, two young women, stood in the center of the room. One had her arms crossed across her chest and the other had her hands on her hips. They were both scowling at the rest of the group. They were the field leaders of the group and they had no qualms with running the team like a dictatorship. Ziska, the Professors daughter walked stiffly over to Jack. A.J. stood back and watched the rest of the group with piercing eyes, daring them to try something.
"Osiris, stop brandishing your sword around like an idiot and focus," Ziska said through gritted teeth.
Jack looked at her and frowned. He lifted his Katana up and pointed it at her.
"It's a *katana* and I'm not brandishing it. If you had taken five minutes to get off your pedestal you would have seen me knock out those targets like I was supposed to." He gestured at a pile of smoldering metal and circuitry off to the right of him.
"I don't think it counts when you shove your sword back into your belt and it destroys the target sneaking up behind you, silly." Rebecca put a hand on Jack's shoulder and smiled. His eyes softened as he looked at her, but he immediately turned his gaze back on Ziska and glared.
Pip's Scottish accent came up from behind him. "I think that 'appened in a movie, didn' it? Robin 'ood Men in Tights, right? Bloody funny movie if yeh ask me."
A.J. turned and stalked angrily over to him. "I don't think anybody did ask you."
"Oh will yeh just bloody lay off?" Pip turned and walked out of the Danger Room, followed by Jack. Dinah looked at the boys, then back at Ziska and A.J. She sighed and walked over to them, followed closely by Liz. Ziska just looked at them with an arrogant gaze.
"Are you two going to complain, too?" She asked icily.
"No, Ziska. But if cooperation is what you want, there are more agreeable tactics to use. Mr. Summers isn't like this with the X-Men," Dinah replied coolly. Liz muttered to herself, "This is getting ridiculous."
Ziska looked at Liz and smirked. "If you have something to say, please share it, Dragon-Breath." She taunted. Liz narrowed her eyes at her and growled. A.J. walked up and stood shoulder to shoulder with Ziska. "You all are just jealous that you don't hold any sort of power over the team," she smiled in a sick-sweet sort of way. Dinah looked at them and smiled. "We've got no problems. We can handle ourselves perfectly fine."
"It's not a problem getting what you want when you're a teacher's pet," Rebecca's voice rang out clear. Dinah could see Ziska cringe inwardly. She patted Liz on the back and turned towards the locker room. "I think we've had enough training today. Let's hit the showers."
The three girls left the room. Ziska and A.J. were left alone, fuming. Professor Xavier frowned. The members were not getting along, but he had already made his decision. His daughter would lead the team and they would have to learn to work together.
