And now, after 'Uprising'…

Far From Over

Evan trudged down the sewers. He looked at his hand. For a moment he was Evan Daniels again, not Spyke. But that moment had been fleeting. He felt guilty over what had happened. That kid had nearly been killed and now he was exposed as a mutant. He would never lead a normal life thanks to him.

"We need to talk," Callisto motioned him aside for some privacy.

"I know what you're going to say…"Evan sighed. "I shouldn't have…"

"No you were right," Callisto put her hand on his shoulder. "They would have come after us sooner or later no matter what." She showed him the beat up newspaper proclaiming the events in China. "We can't just hide anymore. We have to learn to defend ourselves from the Topsiders! We lucky today but next time…"

"Next time we'll be ready," Evan nodded. "Callisto I want to put together a team. A strike force of Morlocks that I can train to defend ourselves. They'll be like our army. What do you say?"

"I say it's something I should have done long ago," Callisto.

"Don't blame yourself," Evan said. "You were just trying to keep things as peaceful as possible."

"The problem is the humans will never want peace," She sighed. "I know that now. Now who do you think would be good?"

"Well I know Cybelle would be perfect judging by the way she fought just now," Evan thought. "But I don't want Torpid involved. She's too young no matter how strong her touch is."

"Agreed," Callisto nodded. "Erg and Scaleface I know would join. So would Sunder and Feral. What about Thornn? I know the situation between you two is a bit…"

"Let's just say I wouldn't be surprised if she refused," Evan sighed. "To be honest with the way things ended I can't blame her."

"We'll have to ask a few of the others," Callisto returned to the subject.

Evan nodded. "There's something else we're going to need. It may come to the point where our powers won't be enough to help us."

"What are you saying?"

"We're gonna need weapons," Evan frowned.

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Some time later Trask briskly walked into an office. "Welcome Dr. Trask," General Eddington greeted him from behind his desk. "Glad you could take time from your busy schedule to see me for a moment."

"I hear I have you to thank for my release from prison," Trask grinned.

"Only partially," Eddington said. "It was the least I could do after that traitor Bragg sold us both out! Unfortunately now we have bigger problems to deal with. Any progress on analyzing the domes?"

"Well for one thing, they're not domes. They're spheres. They're surrounding both pyramids completely," Dr. Trask sighed. "But don't worry. We'll find a way to blast through."

"The Chinese government thought the same thing," Eddington reminded him.

"Well since regular missiles are obviously ineffective we have to be more creative. I think we can use a modified posotronic sonar weapon to disturb the energy barrier," Trask thought. "It's just a matter of finding the right frequency,"

"It's worth a try. I'd also like you to do some other research besides the Sentinels," Eddington said. "Or at the very least assist a few friends of mine with theirs."

"What do you have in mind?"

"I have a few contacts that have been working on mutant research," He showed them a folder. "They've even created one. It was supposed to be some kind of mutant hunting soldier but…"

"But?" Trask asked.

"It turned out to be a dud," Eddington sighed. "I'm warning you now, these people brilliant as they are aren't exactly the most…organized group. That's where you come in. I need you to whip them into shape. After the mission with the Sentinel program of course."

"Of course," Trask grinned. "I'd be only too happy to help. In fact, I've been running a little program of my own for some time."

"Excellent," Eddington showed him another folder. "Here are some targets you might consider. I pulled a lot of strings to get these files so try not to lose them."

"I won't," Trask looked them over.

"One more thing," Eddington said. "I want any captured mutants alive. Understand?"

"For testing purposes?"

"What else? I think one of your first targets should be this group of mutants," Eddington told them. "They call themselves the Morlocks. One of them used to be an X-Man."

"Really?" Trash grinned. "And I see another former student of Xavier's on the list. I believe I'll start with them. But I definitely want those Morlocks. Imagine freaks like that roaming freely under our cities! As soon as I'm finished with the Sentinels I will get right to work on this." He left the room.

"Yes the Morlocks will be an interesting target," Eddington grinned to himself. "And quite useful I imagine."