He looked on from his laboratory, watching multiple monitors of different scenes, his mind spinning as he calibrated several devices. One screen showed, Warren Worthington the IIIrd in a Board Meeting as he wielded his anger and resentment against his father's toadies. Another showed a middle aged woman working in a lab on a mysterious magnified organism of the viral variety. On still another screen, he saw two lovers consummating the act of love, and his mouth curled in a half snarl of loathing and condescension. Such creatures of passion and power were useful to science but otherwise, hopelessly outdated in a world of science.
Finishing what he had been doing, he turned from the monitors and cast around for an elusive thought and smelled a burning crisped smell. He turned and sighed as he gazed at the smoking remains of his other self. The weak. pitiful excuse for him that had been here, that had not enhanced himself with direct access to Apocalypse-class tech. That fool had fallen quickly to him, and he had enjoyed experimenting and seeing if his old body had any limits. He had found them disappointingly fast and had immediately made plans to assure himself that those weaknesses were all eliminated.
He was again reminded of all the things he had done to his body during the few months when he had had full access to the technology. King ArchAngel had given it over to him to study and make use of, and he had altered himself into a form a hundredfold more powerful, along with crafting equipment and weapons that had gone to King Archangel's arsenal! Now he had constructed a new lab from his duplicate's own and begun to retrofit it with tech he had pilfered in this universe, from several stockpiles he had known that Apocalypse had used.
He was already hidden. He had mistakenly acted quickly against the dominant mutants here, unleashing a battle group called the Dark Riders, who had been defeated. Even though he had not been there and the Riders hadn't known of him even by name, it made him nervous to be that close to the surface before his plans were ready. So he had eliminated all but one elusive member of that team and cloned new versions of them.
Now he was ready to engineer the downfall of the X-Men and their sometime allies, sometime enemies, the Brotherhood. He had set in motion a meticulous plan to create the ultimate life form and to propel himself to the peak of evolution, even as he eradicated them as a threat. Apocalypse may have dreamed of being the strongest but Sinister would be the one to attain True power and strength.
With a flick of a powerful wrist he opened a line of communication to Scalphunter.
"Send in the First team after the subjects."
"Acknowledged, Sir. Scalphunter out."
He smiled wryly. He liked this version of the high-tech big game hunter more than the original. Clones were so much easier to tame than originals with all their annoying morals and ethical objections, not to mention their own priorities. This clone was versatile and sadistic and would dedicated to serving Sinister loyally forever, no matter the cost.
His team would soon reach the targets and acquire them for his collection. Then he would begin phase two.
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Finishing what he had been doing, he turned from the monitors and cast around for an elusive thought and smelled a burning crisped smell. He turned and sighed as he gazed at the smoking remains of his other self. The weak. pitiful excuse for him that had been here, that had not enhanced himself with direct access to Apocalypse-class tech. That fool had fallen quickly to him, and he had enjoyed experimenting and seeing if his old body had any limits. He had found them disappointingly fast and had immediately made plans to assure himself that those weaknesses were all eliminated.
He was again reminded of all the things he had done to his body during the few months when he had had full access to the technology. King ArchAngel had given it over to him to study and make use of, and he had altered himself into a form a hundredfold more powerful, along with crafting equipment and weapons that had gone to King Archangel's arsenal! Now he had constructed a new lab from his duplicate's own and begun to retrofit it with tech he had pilfered in this universe, from several stockpiles he had known that Apocalypse had used.
He was already hidden. He had mistakenly acted quickly against the dominant mutants here, unleashing a battle group called the Dark Riders, who had been defeated. Even though he had not been there and the Riders hadn't known of him even by name, it made him nervous to be that close to the surface before his plans were ready. So he had eliminated all but one elusive member of that team and cloned new versions of them.
Now he was ready to engineer the downfall of the X-Men and their sometime allies, sometime enemies, the Brotherhood. He had set in motion a meticulous plan to create the ultimate life form and to propel himself to the peak of evolution, even as he eradicated them as a threat. Apocalypse may have dreamed of being the strongest but Sinister would be the one to attain True power and strength.
With a flick of a powerful wrist he opened a line of communication to Scalphunter.
"Send in the First team after the subjects."
"Acknowledged, Sir. Scalphunter out."
He smiled wryly. He liked this version of the high-tech big game hunter more than the original. Clones were so much easier to tame than originals with all their annoying morals and ethical objections, not to mention their own priorities. This clone was versatile and sadistic and would dedicated to serving Sinister loyally forever, no matter the cost.
His team would soon reach the targets and acquire them for his collection. Then he would begin phase two.
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