Hi, My first attempt of a logan/ororo fic. pls don't flame me too harshly. This is an AU in a totally, totally different galaxy. Its wacked and gonna take a little time to finish. Enjoy the first chapter.

Disclaimer: known characters are not mine, owned by someone richer than me, so don't sue!

Summary: AU. If you don't like, don't read. In a Universe where 9 galaxies interact on a daily basis, every criminal outlet has a 'legitimate' Guild, and living there is as dangerous as they come. Logan is a member of the Outlaw Guild, the best and most dangerous and Ororo is the Assassin's Guilds best operative. What if their assignments clash. The best of two worlds pitted against each other. Chaos will reign. Not just professionally, but also personally.

RUIN

Chapter 1 The Beggining

Brown, brown and more brown. Well maybe a bit of orange here and there, ye ok, some yellow as well. But who can tell in this godforsaken place. The high desert really isn't something Kohaku will ever be used to.

Kohaku adjusted his visors the tenth time in the last 5 minutes. With the three suns of the planet Abeq 4 sinking simultaneously behind him and the cold northern wind starting to pick up, he should now start to cool off. But he wasn't. Kohaku cursed off all desert planets a long time ago, well approximately 150 years ago really. But here he was again, standing on a cliff, spying on another poor fella sentenced to death. He sighed and turned toward his, so far, silent companion.

"Not a lot of activity yet. The guy's late." He commented then looked back at the scene below him. It was true, from a certain point of view. They were in the middle of nowhere, in a planet the farthest anyone could map, one would expect zero activity in this instance. But the small oasis before them was full of people. People with a wide variety of firearms. A day in the life of a Guardian. Speaking of Guardians, he turned back to look at his Charge.

He walked towards the ALC (Armoured Land Cruiser which also means it has more firepower than an ordinary cruiser and better protected too.), his dark robes billowing around him, where his Charge, also wearing robes, but of a lighter shade and material was sitting sharpening her trademark blade. As he walked up to her, she stood up. Kohaku cursed Inanna ye again for placing his soul in a vertically challenged body. Storm was tall. Which was all good and all, but just serves to remind him of what he could not have. A few inches. Oh well, you cant have everything. Kohaku consoled himself with the image of his future reincarnation, the image that popped up into his head was very satisfying.

"Don't worry though, he'll show. He wants those prototypes real bad, I hear." he said

"I know." She said quietly as she tucked the blade in an unmentionable place (well at least in polite company!) "You know who he commissioned yet?"

Trust her to bring up the unknown factor. Which could potentially destroy the hunt. "No. He's being very secretive about it. I suspect their contract was informal."

"I don't want to kill anyone unnecessarily. We're being paid to assassinate a crimelord, not massacre a whole crowd."

"I made allowances for that. Just follow what I say, and everything should go off like clockwork."

"Nothing goes off like clockwork with you, Kohaku" she said with a snort.

"Hey! Let me tell you, young one, that I'm reputed to be the best Guardian in nine galaxies. I've been doing this, well before you were born. I've clocked 203 years in this business and I'm still kicking aren't I?" he said mockingly indignant.

Storm looked down at him with a fond smile. He really was a most unusual person. Kohaku actually looked adorable, with his gruff charm, quirky personality, laid back attitude, long bright blue hair and youthful features. Kohaku didn't look his age, but he just had his 256th birthday last week. After 5 years as her Guardian, Storm had become quite fond of him, in a brotherly sort of way and she was willing to agree that he was the luckiest bastard she's ever known. He was right though, he is the best.

Kohaku suddenly became arrested. He punched the Multitask Human Interface on one of his wrist. A low frequency force field surrounded them, designed to mask their heat signature and disguise them as part of the landscape from outside eyes, or scanners. Storm understood the precaution, a low flying Luxury Transport had just made a pass over them and now had started the landing sequence beside the impromptu camp below them.

Kohaku smiled. "Party time."

"And they're the entertainment." She responded.

"Ready?"

"Always."

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Another godforsaken planet Logan thought to himself. Unknowingly echoing Kohaku's thoughts. He exited his own transport, a bigger one, designed to carry heavy cargoes and equipment. As he walked towards the huddled group in front of him, his instincts began to blare. Well, to be honest, it had been ringing like a blasted alarm chrono, since he accepted this commission. Something's definitely fishy 'round here. Lucky he had a Plan B ready and set. Logan had always trusted his instincts, and his nose, both had never let him down before. They're not starting to now.

Logan came alone. As he's used to, that was better. He worked better alone. When things get ugly (which it invariably do) he had no time or patience to haul anyone's butt to safety. He'd learned that the hard way. 'Sides job's simply easier this way. The client watches the surrounding area and he watches the client. Simple as that.

"Ah, the Wolverine! I knew you could do it. I told my nephew, 'if anyone can pull off the whopper, the Wolverine can'. And I was right!" Saphriur said.

Logan just shifted his feet, effectively bringing his line of sight to another, rather populated area of the oasis. Hmmm, 25 goons, he figure he could take care of them easy. Saphriur had a nasty reputation of being a dirty Crimelord. Powerful, definitely, with a lot of holdings and friends in high places, Saphriur suffers from inflated ego and the love of excess, oh ye, and playing the game dirty, as dirty as it could possibly be.

"It didn't come cheap. Raiding a heavily guarded Space Forces Armoury isn't exactly a walk through the meadows."

"I know, I definitely know. But those guns, you agree, are worth it aren't they? You've seen them in action, heard you used one too, to slip out."

Logan merely grunted. "A case's on top of the transport, the sample's there, goods all in perfect condition. The rest are locked and sealed inside the transport. I have the only unlocking Interface. So don't even try opening it forcefully o you'll find a nasty surprise."

As he was talking, the sample case was lowered and one of Saphriur's most trusted man, Genkat, was checking it out. Logan didn't even turn, much less flinch, when he heard the new toy being tried out. The blast certainly was impressive. Logan didn't care, he just stood there looking at the visible greed on Saphriur expression and knew, once and for all, that this negotiation had just been cancelled. No one outside Saphriur's kingdom should know about his new fantastic toy, or he'll loose the edge he would acquire against Faluman, his bitter rival. Not even the one who acquired it for him.

Logan smirked, pleased. His instincts and nose hadn't broke down on him yet. He was relieved. Now to Plan B.

"The agreed payment?"

"Ah, yes! The 5 million credits we agreed upon. I'm afraid, my friend, that you wont be seeing it anytime soon." As he was saying this his goons started surrounding Logan, who was still standing as if nothing untoward was happening. "You must understand, Wolverine, its not about the credits, its just about the game. You know that don't you?" he said with a smirk.

Logan smirked. "Better than you realize."

He pressed a switch on his palm, unnoticed by the sneering group.

The transport blew sky high, taking 7 of the goons with it.

Utter chaos reigned. Logan drew his blaster from the holster 'round his thighs, shot three rounds in a second. 10 down, 15 to go. He rounded up and shot another round, got another one. At this time the artificial smoke, generated by chemicals Logan had hidden in the transport, thickening to alarming proportions. He quickly activated the face mask he had on secretly behind his ears. His enemies were caught off guard. They were tumbling along, half-blind, shooting in every direction, probably hoping he'd got the right target. He saw Saphriur scrambling towards the clear area, where it happens, his transport was. He holstered the weapon again and proceeded to ran after the dirty little man who dared double cross the Wolverine. The chemical would take care of the others.

Saphriur was running scared. He hadn't expected this turn of events. He had been so sure that everything would go according to his plan. The image of his nephew, and heir, suddenly popped into his mind, just this morning he had warned him against this foolish idea. Warned him against using one of his games against the best and most deadliest Outlaw in 9 galaxies. Said he didn't suffer fools gladly and word around the Guilds was, that he once brought down a huge Smuggling Enterprise in three days, just because one of their operatives nicked his chin with a blaster shot. But he had been so confident, so sure, that here in the middle of nowhere, with no one to help Wolverine, he'd be fair game. He was wrong. Now all he could think of was getting to his transport as quickly as his pudgy body could carry him.

He stumbled a little, cursed at the grand, but extremely unsuitable ensamble he had put on to impress rather that for its function, he filed a mental note to himself to have his tailor shot by the end of the week. He needed a new one anyway.

He had already activated an emergency switch calling his standing swoop gang just a few miles from their position to help im. But the best time he could think of, they'd arrive in 15 mins. He might not even be alive then. What he heard behind him froze his very guts.

"Hey, bub! No one turns back on a deal with me, you understand? No one." This was all delivered in a very very icy tone.

"I.I..I wasn't doing that." Saphriur sweated. Wolverine was emerging from the smoke, his legendary claws extended, looking extremely menacing, like the son of the King of the Undead himself. His claws glinted in the sunlight. Saphriur gasped, it would seem, the blaster's too quick and painless for him.

"Please my friend, cant we talk this through? I'll give you double.no triple what I first offered." He bargained, as the menacing apparition came closer and closer.

"You don't understand, bub. It's not about the money anymore. This is a message. Anyone even thinking of doing funny business with me, I'm gonna chop them to tiny molecules. Like I will you." And with that, he drove six adamantium claws inside Saphriur's frozen guts. He twisted his arms sideways and brought blood-soaked claws through Saphriur's sides. He fell to the ground in two pieces.

Not even breathing hard. Logan spat to on the corpse. He had heard way too much bad stuff about the guy not too feel sorry for him. Crimelords of his calibre needed to be taught a lesson or two. Logan then heard something coming.

The deadly smoke was starting to clear and he now could see either dead or unconscious figures lying on the ground. But what really interested him was the swoop gang coming from the horizon. They were steadily coming closer and closer yelling and shouting, waving their big blasters in the air. Airheads the lot of them. Who needs them in this life anyway?

As the group came closer, he activated another switch, which detonated the explosive he had hidden under the sand last night. The swoop bikes scattered. Logan extended his claws again and snarled. This is going to be fun.

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"He doesn't do anything in half does he?"

"Apparently not." Storm said drily.

They were on the edge of the cliff, their robes outlined their lithe bodies as it billowed with the cold north winds and gave Kohaku a slight chill, looking down at everything that went on down the oasis. Sheer, bloody, contrary. Nevertheless, Ghent was impressed. He had identified the previously 'unknown factor' just after the first explosion.

"Damn stupid of Saphriur to do something like that. And with the Wolverine of all Outlaws. Recognised the guy's hair. Strange hair that one has." He remarked coolly as he watched the said person annihilate, one by one, what looked like a mean looking swoop gang with little difficulty. The guy looked like he was actually enjoying the exercise.

"Not as strange as yours." She said, now watching as the Wolverine jumped and kick one of the swoopers off his bike, and commandeer it as his own. "I recognised his blaster. A modified, one of a kind, TX1511. a very effective killing machine. I've been hankering for one like that since Lee told me about it."

"Oh you would recognise the equipment, won't you?"

The fight now looks over. Dead and unconscious bodies, littered the ground, like some kind of testament. The only man standing now was looking towards the sky. Kohaku and Storm saw a graceful but rather battered and modified, cargo ship land, a ship twice the size of the Luxury Transport Saphriur used. They knew it by its reputation. The Sakura.

They watched it lift off then turned to look at the devastation before them. Storm turned away after a minute and walked back to the ALC. Kohaku followed her. He sighed disgustedly. He then touched the communicator on his wrist.

"Lee, we're coming in."

"'Bout time." The female voice on the other line snapped.

Kohaku decided to pass the comment. On a bad day, that remark would have blown into an argument. But not now. He turned the comm. off.

Storm had already seated herself on the drivers seat. But before he sat next to her he commented. "Still, he was worth a lot of credits."

"And then some." Storm said, not meaning the credits they could have had.

"And then some. Oh well, we can afford the loss."

Storm merely gave an unladylike snort.

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Afterword. Kohaku is my own character. He's the Guardian of Ororo (every assassin requires a Guardian), basically he was assigned to her 5 years ago to complete her training, and to be her kinda, babysitter and back-up when on assignment. The Guardian's duties include meeting up and arranging business with clients and making sure his/her Charge gets out alive. They're basically the manager. Another thing, Kohaku comes from a long living race. Basically he's humanoid.