Chapter 2
Introductions
Part 1
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Leona waited for the strangers to get closer. As they came closer she observed the stocky man behind the wheelchair bound pyschic. He was staring at her and wrinkling his nose as if he could smell something nasty in the air. His black hair stuck out at odd angles and his looked mean
The tall toffee colored woman beside him was breathtaking. Her white hair contrasted appealingly with her skin tone. She was quite statuesque. Again, behind those to figures were a younger pair. A smaller female with red hair and handsome if somewhat plain looks, stayed next to a quite beautiful male specimen. She had that classic beauty that was sought after but hardly found in a time that demanded perfection. The man/boy was taller than the white haired woman. He wore strange red tinted shades and clasped the girl's hand.
"Before we go throught with the exchange, and I'm trusting you here, I want to know who I'm dealing with," Leona said as the jet's bay edged closer.
Logan growled at the mention of trust. "And how do we know that we can trust you?"
Leona laughed softly, "Because, laddie, we didn't arm ourselves."
Charles tried to smother his smile. This woman reminded him of Moira with her temperment. "Enough, Logan." Charles whispered to the now seething man.
Leona smiled and turned to Charlie. Charlie nodded toward Moose and Tag's unconcious bodies sprawled on the deck. CM and Major were a little uneasy about the whole thing but they kept to themselves. In fact, CM was still a little embarassed over her loss of control earlier. In all her time as a soldier, she had never lost her cool.
"I'll start the introductions. Something quick, before we are spotted," Leona called out. "I am Lt. Leona Wolfe, pilot of the Wolves Tears and squad leader. My sergant, Katlyn Crazymoon. Corporals Brandon Major and Charlamagne Jackson, my medic. And last but not least, my privates. Moulay Mousaaid and Tagawa Hadaka, currently knocked out for insubordination." Leona finished grinning slightly as she looked over her crew.
Logan had frozen when he heard luitenent. He didn't like this at all. But, before he could voice his suspicions, Charles was talking to the woman and introducing them. When he was done, the woman indtructed the little African girl to give Ororo a chart with the boys' condition and what was used to knock them out. The larger male from the strange crew hauled the drugged duo onto his shoulder and leapt over to the jet.
"Where ya want them?" he asked in his tenor, staring at Ororo. She showed the young man where to put them and then he jumped back to his ship with Logan right behind him.
"Now that that is settled I suggest we fly the coop," Logan ground out to Charles.
Charles nodded. "Lt. Wolfe, Logan will guide your ship to the Institute. We must leave."
Leona nodded and hit the bay's controls to close the ship up. She nodded to the Pack and they strapped into the drop seats, preparing for the short flight.
"Logan, please, call me Leona. Now to the flight deck we go," Leona told the glowering man over her shoulder.
Logan wasn't happy with this at all. This ship smelled funny. Nothing smelled right. There were to many new gadgets around and many that he had no clue as to what they did. He followed the purple and black clad woman into the cockpit. Here the console resembled the X-Jet's. Now here was something that looked familiar!
Logan sat in the co-pilot's seat and sniffed. "What is that nasty ass smell?" he finally asked.
Leona turned to him, stopping her prep for flight. "What?"
"The smell, woman!" he growled.
"Oh! That's probably Major's coffee," Leona said brightly. "Major! Your coffee is burning!"
The sounds of cussing and the female laughter that followed was all Leona needed to know that the smell was taken care of. She finished her check and ignited the engines, cloaking the ship automatically.
*Don't worry, Charles. We're right behind you.* Leona called to the man.
"I dont like you, Lt. Wolfe. You coming in like this and then demanding help, somethin's not right about this," Logan spat out, leaning over.
Leona just laughed. "Do you think that I like this anymore than you do, you nasty little man? I, and my crew, have been shot through something that no one has ever survived and we discover that our world isn't our world!" Leona replied acidly, going nose to nose with the rabid Logan.
"You better not mis-step with me, lady. You'll regret it for the rest of your life if you do! And if one of your crew does anything not kosher..." Logan let that last sentence hang.
Leona stared at Logan. "Whatever, Logan."
Logan grunted low in his throat knowing that the woman was simmering. He had to admit that she had balls to face him down.
Little did he know that Leona was laughing inwardly, thinking that Logan was so egotistical to think that he scared her. She had faced down Death to many times to flinch at a man intent on protecting his territory.
Logan grumbled over his predicament and wondered what the others were up to.
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Jean and Ororo looked at the two young boys snoring on the couches. Tagawa was scowling in his sleep and obviously having a bad dream. His unlined Asian features scrunching into fear and the n in repose. What Jean and Ororo did not expect was the little water dragon, or koi, that floated by his head.
"Please tell me you saw that?" Jean asked the staring woman.
'Ro nodded and looked to the other boy. He was sleeping peacefully, all of him. He had to be as big as Poitr if not bigger and the Major guy had slung him around like a sack of potatoes! She walked to the small fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.
Before she could take a drink, the water floated out and gave her a raspberry. All she could do was stare. What was going on here?
"Charles, please come back her please," Ororo called to the Professor.
"Yes, what is it?"
"I think we have come across two new mutants, Professor," Jean said from her seat, staring at a large shadow of Chinese dragon, in all its noble glory.
Charles blinked repeatedly when Ororo's water jumped out of the bottle and turned into a unicorn with...assets. Charles shook his head and smiled.
"I thought that something was going on with that woman," he muttered. "Should have guessed it from her sheilded mind."
"What was that, Charles?" Ororo asked.
"Nothing, Ororo. I'll explain later."
Not to long after that, they landed the jet and the transport not far behind them. Wolfe and her crew, with a sullen Logan, trailed the others into the house. It was getting on toward three in the morning and Charles was becoming tired. He noticed Remy and Poitr standing in the hangar. He called them over and had them take the two sleeping boys to the guest wing. He asked Wolfe to join him by the jet.
"I need to talk to you. Please, send your crew to their beds. This may take a while," Charles told the sleepy looking woman.
Leona nodded and instructed the Pack to follow the two men carrying Moose and Tag.
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Leona sat heavily in a leather wingback chair in Charles' study. This place reminded her of old holo-vids of the 18th century, with exceptions to decor and gadgetry she saw scattered around. Some of the stuff looked like it came from the early 21st century. Leona shrugged and looked at the new people entering the study.
A large, hairy man came in. Leona stared. He was blue! Behind him came an older man. He was very distinguished looking. And still good looking. Logan and Ororo came into the room and closed the doors.
"We have sent Jean and Scott to bed and have told them to say nothing of the visitors," Ororo said, perching on a chair arm.
Logan leaned against a bookcase, as the blue man and his companion choose to sit on the leather couch near the huge mahagony desk that Charles sat behind.
"Lt. Wolfe, may I introduce Erik Maximoff and Dr. Hank McCoy. The others you will meet in the morning," Charles said, looking tired and worn.
"Charles, what did you need to talk to me about?" Leona asked, intrigued that there were more of these people.
Charles looked to everyone assembled and Logan closed the study doors.
"Lt. Wolfe, why didn't you tell me about the boys?"
"I did. I told you that they were drugged for their own good. And what do you mean boys?"
"Privates Mousaaid and Hakada are just that, teenage boys. They were doing things that made me wonder about them."
"What kind of things?" Leona looked stunned. Now that he had said something, her squad had looked younger.
Ororo stood up and approached her. "The one that you call Hadaka, was making images with his mind. And Mousaaid, well, he was controlling the water that I was drinking, making it do things."
Leona stared at the woman. "I thought there was something wrong about this place."
Logan growled and came to stand behind her. Charles shook his head. "What kind of wrong, Lt. Wolfe?"
Leona stood up and started to pace, chewing on her pinkie. "First I dinna sense any other telepaths, but ye," she nodded to Charles, "and then here comes Kat flyin' inta the cockpit. Flyin'! She hits her head an' then Charlie touches her. Touches her, mind," Leona said throwing her arms wide, her burr getting more pronounced. "An' right before me oiyes, Kat's wound 'as 'ealed!" She whirled around and stared at Charles. "What does this mean, Charles me lad?"
Charles was never more reminded of Moira than now. He cleared his thoughts and focused.
"Well, for one, I need to tell you about us, Lt. Wolfe. We are mutants."
"Mutants?"
"Yes, we carry a gene that makes us have powers beyond our understanding. We are trying to find out why some have this mutation and others just carry it. But I digress. Please, sit down and I will try to tell you about this.
"Now," Charles continued when Leona had sat and was drinking some water, "like I said, we are mutants. I myself, am a telepath. Ororo Monroe, is a weather witch. She can control the weather. Logan has healing powers. He can heal any cut done to him immediately. Dr. McCoy is an enhanced mutant. He is like this only because he wants to be. Erik controls metal. He can make it go where he wants and do what he wants." Charles stared into the young woman's eyes. "And you, my dear, are a telepath."
Leona smiled. "I know that already, Charles. I am a mutant in my own dimension. But unlike this one, we are the only kind of mutants. My kind are highly prized by the government, for we can locate just about anything," Leona expalained to the stunned gathering.
"You come from another dimension?" Dr. McCoy asked.
"As far as I can gather," Leona answered. "We, my squad and I, are soldiers. We are part of a huge military conglomerate. We are fighting an enemy that has no remorse and wants us dead. They are called Arachnids."
"Spiders?" the now active Erik, asked.
"No. Bugs. Giant bugs. They come in all shapes, sizes, and intelligence ratings. Soldiers, flyers, water bugs, brains, imposters, and even creche bugs. We have been fighting them for years. We finally came upon the fact that they were being controlled with brain bugs. A friend of mine, another telepath, found this interesting. So then started the huge clamoring for psychics. I was taken in and then given a rank," Leona wound down, gulping her water.
Charles and the others eschanged looks. This was something new to them. A dimension that had giant killer bugs. Logan snorted, trying to hide his laughter.
Leona groaned and turned to the now snickering man. "Really?!"
With that, Leona left, leaving a mental picture of a Warrior bug that had nearly taken her arm of before CM had blasted it, in Logan's mind. She showed several pictures to the others that were more tame. She heard the laughing from the others and the howling from Logan as he tried to escape the image.
She was going to bed!
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Okay.......I am getting better. Really.....
Just wait till Part 2. *sighs and dives off into her notes* I need caffiene.
Introductions
Part 1
______________________________
Leona waited for the strangers to get closer. As they came closer she observed the stocky man behind the wheelchair bound pyschic. He was staring at her and wrinkling his nose as if he could smell something nasty in the air. His black hair stuck out at odd angles and his looked mean
The tall toffee colored woman beside him was breathtaking. Her white hair contrasted appealingly with her skin tone. She was quite statuesque. Again, behind those to figures were a younger pair. A smaller female with red hair and handsome if somewhat plain looks, stayed next to a quite beautiful male specimen. She had that classic beauty that was sought after but hardly found in a time that demanded perfection. The man/boy was taller than the white haired woman. He wore strange red tinted shades and clasped the girl's hand.
"Before we go throught with the exchange, and I'm trusting you here, I want to know who I'm dealing with," Leona said as the jet's bay edged closer.
Logan growled at the mention of trust. "And how do we know that we can trust you?"
Leona laughed softly, "Because, laddie, we didn't arm ourselves."
Charles tried to smother his smile. This woman reminded him of Moira with her temperment. "Enough, Logan." Charles whispered to the now seething man.
Leona smiled and turned to Charlie. Charlie nodded toward Moose and Tag's unconcious bodies sprawled on the deck. CM and Major were a little uneasy about the whole thing but they kept to themselves. In fact, CM was still a little embarassed over her loss of control earlier. In all her time as a soldier, she had never lost her cool.
"I'll start the introductions. Something quick, before we are spotted," Leona called out. "I am Lt. Leona Wolfe, pilot of the Wolves Tears and squad leader. My sergant, Katlyn Crazymoon. Corporals Brandon Major and Charlamagne Jackson, my medic. And last but not least, my privates. Moulay Mousaaid and Tagawa Hadaka, currently knocked out for insubordination." Leona finished grinning slightly as she looked over her crew.
Logan had frozen when he heard luitenent. He didn't like this at all. But, before he could voice his suspicions, Charles was talking to the woman and introducing them. When he was done, the woman indtructed the little African girl to give Ororo a chart with the boys' condition and what was used to knock them out. The larger male from the strange crew hauled the drugged duo onto his shoulder and leapt over to the jet.
"Where ya want them?" he asked in his tenor, staring at Ororo. She showed the young man where to put them and then he jumped back to his ship with Logan right behind him.
"Now that that is settled I suggest we fly the coop," Logan ground out to Charles.
Charles nodded. "Lt. Wolfe, Logan will guide your ship to the Institute. We must leave."
Leona nodded and hit the bay's controls to close the ship up. She nodded to the Pack and they strapped into the drop seats, preparing for the short flight.
"Logan, please, call me Leona. Now to the flight deck we go," Leona told the glowering man over her shoulder.
Logan wasn't happy with this at all. This ship smelled funny. Nothing smelled right. There were to many new gadgets around and many that he had no clue as to what they did. He followed the purple and black clad woman into the cockpit. Here the console resembled the X-Jet's. Now here was something that looked familiar!
Logan sat in the co-pilot's seat and sniffed. "What is that nasty ass smell?" he finally asked.
Leona turned to him, stopping her prep for flight. "What?"
"The smell, woman!" he growled.
"Oh! That's probably Major's coffee," Leona said brightly. "Major! Your coffee is burning!"
The sounds of cussing and the female laughter that followed was all Leona needed to know that the smell was taken care of. She finished her check and ignited the engines, cloaking the ship automatically.
*Don't worry, Charles. We're right behind you.* Leona called to the man.
"I dont like you, Lt. Wolfe. You coming in like this and then demanding help, somethin's not right about this," Logan spat out, leaning over.
Leona just laughed. "Do you think that I like this anymore than you do, you nasty little man? I, and my crew, have been shot through something that no one has ever survived and we discover that our world isn't our world!" Leona replied acidly, going nose to nose with the rabid Logan.
"You better not mis-step with me, lady. You'll regret it for the rest of your life if you do! And if one of your crew does anything not kosher..." Logan let that last sentence hang.
Leona stared at Logan. "Whatever, Logan."
Logan grunted low in his throat knowing that the woman was simmering. He had to admit that she had balls to face him down.
Little did he know that Leona was laughing inwardly, thinking that Logan was so egotistical to think that he scared her. She had faced down Death to many times to flinch at a man intent on protecting his territory.
Logan grumbled over his predicament and wondered what the others were up to.
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Jean and Ororo looked at the two young boys snoring on the couches. Tagawa was scowling in his sleep and obviously having a bad dream. His unlined Asian features scrunching into fear and the n in repose. What Jean and Ororo did not expect was the little water dragon, or koi, that floated by his head.
"Please tell me you saw that?" Jean asked the staring woman.
'Ro nodded and looked to the other boy. He was sleeping peacefully, all of him. He had to be as big as Poitr if not bigger and the Major guy had slung him around like a sack of potatoes! She walked to the small fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.
Before she could take a drink, the water floated out and gave her a raspberry. All she could do was stare. What was going on here?
"Charles, please come back her please," Ororo called to the Professor.
"Yes, what is it?"
"I think we have come across two new mutants, Professor," Jean said from her seat, staring at a large shadow of Chinese dragon, in all its noble glory.
Charles blinked repeatedly when Ororo's water jumped out of the bottle and turned into a unicorn with...assets. Charles shook his head and smiled.
"I thought that something was going on with that woman," he muttered. "Should have guessed it from her sheilded mind."
"What was that, Charles?" Ororo asked.
"Nothing, Ororo. I'll explain later."
Not to long after that, they landed the jet and the transport not far behind them. Wolfe and her crew, with a sullen Logan, trailed the others into the house. It was getting on toward three in the morning and Charles was becoming tired. He noticed Remy and Poitr standing in the hangar. He called them over and had them take the two sleeping boys to the guest wing. He asked Wolfe to join him by the jet.
"I need to talk to you. Please, send your crew to their beds. This may take a while," Charles told the sleepy looking woman.
Leona nodded and instructed the Pack to follow the two men carrying Moose and Tag.
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Leona sat heavily in a leather wingback chair in Charles' study. This place reminded her of old holo-vids of the 18th century, with exceptions to decor and gadgetry she saw scattered around. Some of the stuff looked like it came from the early 21st century. Leona shrugged and looked at the new people entering the study.
A large, hairy man came in. Leona stared. He was blue! Behind him came an older man. He was very distinguished looking. And still good looking. Logan and Ororo came into the room and closed the doors.
"We have sent Jean and Scott to bed and have told them to say nothing of the visitors," Ororo said, perching on a chair arm.
Logan leaned against a bookcase, as the blue man and his companion choose to sit on the leather couch near the huge mahagony desk that Charles sat behind.
"Lt. Wolfe, may I introduce Erik Maximoff and Dr. Hank McCoy. The others you will meet in the morning," Charles said, looking tired and worn.
"Charles, what did you need to talk to me about?" Leona asked, intrigued that there were more of these people.
Charles looked to everyone assembled and Logan closed the study doors.
"Lt. Wolfe, why didn't you tell me about the boys?"
"I did. I told you that they were drugged for their own good. And what do you mean boys?"
"Privates Mousaaid and Hakada are just that, teenage boys. They were doing things that made me wonder about them."
"What kind of things?" Leona looked stunned. Now that he had said something, her squad had looked younger.
Ororo stood up and approached her. "The one that you call Hadaka, was making images with his mind. And Mousaaid, well, he was controlling the water that I was drinking, making it do things."
Leona stared at the woman. "I thought there was something wrong about this place."
Logan growled and came to stand behind her. Charles shook his head. "What kind of wrong, Lt. Wolfe?"
Leona stood up and started to pace, chewing on her pinkie. "First I dinna sense any other telepaths, but ye," she nodded to Charles, "and then here comes Kat flyin' inta the cockpit. Flyin'! She hits her head an' then Charlie touches her. Touches her, mind," Leona said throwing her arms wide, her burr getting more pronounced. "An' right before me oiyes, Kat's wound 'as 'ealed!" She whirled around and stared at Charles. "What does this mean, Charles me lad?"
Charles was never more reminded of Moira than now. He cleared his thoughts and focused.
"Well, for one, I need to tell you about us, Lt. Wolfe. We are mutants."
"Mutants?"
"Yes, we carry a gene that makes us have powers beyond our understanding. We are trying to find out why some have this mutation and others just carry it. But I digress. Please, sit down and I will try to tell you about this.
"Now," Charles continued when Leona had sat and was drinking some water, "like I said, we are mutants. I myself, am a telepath. Ororo Monroe, is a weather witch. She can control the weather. Logan has healing powers. He can heal any cut done to him immediately. Dr. McCoy is an enhanced mutant. He is like this only because he wants to be. Erik controls metal. He can make it go where he wants and do what he wants." Charles stared into the young woman's eyes. "And you, my dear, are a telepath."
Leona smiled. "I know that already, Charles. I am a mutant in my own dimension. But unlike this one, we are the only kind of mutants. My kind are highly prized by the government, for we can locate just about anything," Leona expalained to the stunned gathering.
"You come from another dimension?" Dr. McCoy asked.
"As far as I can gather," Leona answered. "We, my squad and I, are soldiers. We are part of a huge military conglomerate. We are fighting an enemy that has no remorse and wants us dead. They are called Arachnids."
"Spiders?" the now active Erik, asked.
"No. Bugs. Giant bugs. They come in all shapes, sizes, and intelligence ratings. Soldiers, flyers, water bugs, brains, imposters, and even creche bugs. We have been fighting them for years. We finally came upon the fact that they were being controlled with brain bugs. A friend of mine, another telepath, found this interesting. So then started the huge clamoring for psychics. I was taken in and then given a rank," Leona wound down, gulping her water.
Charles and the others eschanged looks. This was something new to them. A dimension that had giant killer bugs. Logan snorted, trying to hide his laughter.
Leona groaned and turned to the now snickering man. "Really?!"
With that, Leona left, leaving a mental picture of a Warrior bug that had nearly taken her arm of before CM had blasted it, in Logan's mind. She showed several pictures to the others that were more tame. She heard the laughing from the others and the howling from Logan as he tried to escape the image.
She was going to bed!
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Okay.......I am getting better. Really.....
Just wait till Part 2. *sighs and dives off into her notes* I need caffiene.