To let you guys know, the Fight in the Morlock tunnels actually happened in the comix, minus Gambit. They were in the late 160s, early 170s. Gambit didn't appear till 266. I have the two issues, just can't remember what they are.
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I watched the two women, Storm and Callisto, duke it out in the Tunnels.
"Sam! Sam, stop fooling around, you little hillbilly!" I said into my vidcom on my wrist.
The kid's home-spun, country boy face appeared really close to the screen.
"Wutcha want? Why are you interrupting our story telling?"
"Shut up, Sam, and get the professor!"
"Hey, wait, why don't you tell them that there thing that you told at that whatchamacallit?"
"Sam... You just ended a sentence with nine prepositions," I told him.
"He's an over-achiever!" I heard Bobby's voice call out.
"I don't know about what all you two was talking about, but tell 'em!"
"Just get the god-damned professor!" I yelled.
"Fine..."
Xavier's face appeared on the screen.
"Yes?"
"Hey-uh... Well, Storm and Callisto are fighting to the death, Profex!"
"Gambit, I have told you time and time again. My name is not 'Profex'. It is Professor Charles Xavier. And I knew this roustabout would commence."
"You a precog now, homme?"
"No. You could call it a hunch. But you must stop the fight before it becomes serious. And what of Evan?"
"That's what they're fighting about!"
"That does pose as a problem...."
"Thanks for the report, Captain Obvious."
"I'll dismiss that comment, because I believe it is born of stress."
"Um... Gotta go, homme!"
I clicked off the little machine and sped off for the Tunnels.
Callisto had made a knife-thrust, but Storm dodged it nimbly, and wrapped her cape around Callisto's arm, forcing free the knife that was so kept so tightly in her grasp. The Morlock leader responded with a fist to Storm's bottom jaw. Storm twisted the move into her own fluid motion, and sent my knife careening into Callisto's chest.
"I believe the Morlocks follow me now, Callisto."
The former leader spit at Storm's feet, and threw the knife back to her, still dripping with blood from her chest. Callisto staggered into a deeper part of the tunnels, two Morlocks accompanying her. She was midway in, when she took off a denim jacket with the sleeves cut off to Storm.
"A symbol of your leadership among the Morlocks..."
Storm took the jacket, put it on, and turned to her subjects.
"Take me to Evan."
"Forgive us for not telling you, Storm, but Evan has died. This is why we were hesitant in leading you to him. We feared that you would wreak havoc upon us. He has been gone for a week now. You may have his body if you please," a Morlock said timidly.
Ororo blinked back tears, sniffed, and swallowed hard.
"Y-yes, w-w-we'll take it back with us," Storm said, nodding.
A limp form was brought out from the tunnels by a small girl with large hands. The body was Daniels, alright. He was missing a shirt. The other X-Men looked shocked. From what I understand, Spyke eventually lost control of his power, and was covered in spikes. I never saw him that way, though.
Colossus took the body, cradling it like a baby. Storm was flooded with tears, and you could see the streams running through Nightcrawler's fur. Steel can't cry, but the look on Colossus's face showed that he wanted to. As soon as I though this, he shifted down into human form, with tears streaking his face. I could shed none, seeing as I had known the kid. Colossus hadn't either, but... well... he's Colossus. Instead. I stood there, looking solemn and respectful. Wolverine didn't cry, either.
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This was getting ridiculous. The Legacy Virus had to be stopped. Pyro. Multiple. Evan. And it would soon be Ilyana and Lance. The Virus was getting out of hand, and right then, in the van, I wondered if anything would ever be done to stop it...
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I watched the two women, Storm and Callisto, duke it out in the Tunnels.
"Sam! Sam, stop fooling around, you little hillbilly!" I said into my vidcom on my wrist.
The kid's home-spun, country boy face appeared really close to the screen.
"Wutcha want? Why are you interrupting our story telling?"
"Shut up, Sam, and get the professor!"
"Hey, wait, why don't you tell them that there thing that you told at that whatchamacallit?"
"Sam... You just ended a sentence with nine prepositions," I told him.
"He's an over-achiever!" I heard Bobby's voice call out.
"I don't know about what all you two was talking about, but tell 'em!"
"Just get the god-damned professor!" I yelled.
"Fine..."
Xavier's face appeared on the screen.
"Yes?"
"Hey-uh... Well, Storm and Callisto are fighting to the death, Profex!"
"Gambit, I have told you time and time again. My name is not 'Profex'. It is Professor Charles Xavier. And I knew this roustabout would commence."
"You a precog now, homme?"
"No. You could call it a hunch. But you must stop the fight before it becomes serious. And what of Evan?"
"That's what they're fighting about!"
"That does pose as a problem...."
"Thanks for the report, Captain Obvious."
"I'll dismiss that comment, because I believe it is born of stress."
"Um... Gotta go, homme!"
I clicked off the little machine and sped off for the Tunnels.
Callisto had made a knife-thrust, but Storm dodged it nimbly, and wrapped her cape around Callisto's arm, forcing free the knife that was so kept so tightly in her grasp. The Morlock leader responded with a fist to Storm's bottom jaw. Storm twisted the move into her own fluid motion, and sent my knife careening into Callisto's chest.
"I believe the Morlocks follow me now, Callisto."
The former leader spit at Storm's feet, and threw the knife back to her, still dripping with blood from her chest. Callisto staggered into a deeper part of the tunnels, two Morlocks accompanying her. She was midway in, when she took off a denim jacket with the sleeves cut off to Storm.
"A symbol of your leadership among the Morlocks..."
Storm took the jacket, put it on, and turned to her subjects.
"Take me to Evan."
"Forgive us for not telling you, Storm, but Evan has died. This is why we were hesitant in leading you to him. We feared that you would wreak havoc upon us. He has been gone for a week now. You may have his body if you please," a Morlock said timidly.
Ororo blinked back tears, sniffed, and swallowed hard.
"Y-yes, w-w-we'll take it back with us," Storm said, nodding.
A limp form was brought out from the tunnels by a small girl with large hands. The body was Daniels, alright. He was missing a shirt. The other X-Men looked shocked. From what I understand, Spyke eventually lost control of his power, and was covered in spikes. I never saw him that way, though.
Colossus took the body, cradling it like a baby. Storm was flooded with tears, and you could see the streams running through Nightcrawler's fur. Steel can't cry, but the look on Colossus's face showed that he wanted to. As soon as I though this, he shifted down into human form, with tears streaking his face. I could shed none, seeing as I had known the kid. Colossus hadn't either, but... well... he's Colossus. Instead. I stood there, looking solemn and respectful. Wolverine didn't cry, either.
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This was getting ridiculous. The Legacy Virus had to be stopped. Pyro. Multiple. Evan. And it would soon be Ilyana and Lance. The Virus was getting out of hand, and right then, in the van, I wondered if anything would ever be done to stop it...