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this story are in no way reflective of actual politicians.
Change is Coming
Watcher files, entry 1265493873: It has recently crossed my mind that I have been unclear in my recent documents about the "Mirrorverse." I neglected to describe exactly how the terrorist organization known as Cobra came into control of the Americas. To that end, these files shall be known as the rise of Cobra. It begins shortly after Mystique and Zartan's failed coup of Cobra.
Zartan was pacing his cell. Zanya came up.
"Father," she hissed, "I have only one question for you. What were you thinking?"
"Zanya," chuckled Zartan amusedly, "I was thinking the same thing you were until you decided you could do better betraying me to the head snake himself. I was thinking that this was an ideal opportunity to advance myself."
"Apparently not quite ideal, considering you got caught," snapped Zanya.
"Actually, I was quite aware of the danger of being caught. So I had a backup plan." He withdrew a vial from his pocket.
"What's that?" Asked Zanya.
"Mystique's own unique DNA. Specifically the chromosome that allowed her to shapeshift so efficiently."
"Interesting."
"I'm sure Mindbender can do some wonderful things with it," Zartan grinned. "Provided, of course that I get let out of here."
Cobra Commander was on his throne talking on his multi screen videophone, "No, I want them dead! D-E-A-D. Dead! What part of that don't you understand? No! I don't want them captured! Take a gun and shoot them in the head!" Suddenly the huge double doors to the hallway burst open. The Dreadknocks tossed a few guards on a pile on the floor.
"Security's horrible," drawled Zartan.
Cobra Commander suddenly had a gun in his hand, "Perhaps, but my aim isn't. So, quickly, what do you want?"
Zartan held up a vial. "To make a deal."
Cobra Commander smiled beneath his hood. "I have a feeling I'll like this deal already."
Mindbender led the way into his lab. "We've made several impressive advancements, sir. I am completely convinced that we are only a few days away from making a major breakthrough."
"How much longer?" Hissed Cobra Commander.
"A week at the least."
"Not good enough Mindbender. Not. Good. Enough. You have three days. After that you I'll dump you in that vat you're keeping your experiments in, and watch you simmer.
Mindbender gulped. "Yes sir." He turned to his flunkies and began barking out orders. "You, you and you, you're no longer on cloning, you're on the shapeshifter project. You and you, shift to cloning. Everyone else, you're on the shapeshifter project."
"Alright," said Althea to the special team of Misfits and X-men, "you're the best stealth members on the two teams. This is not an attack. You go in, gather data and get out. The plan is as follows." A diagram came up on a screen behind her.
"Arcade and Shadowcat are going to parachute onto the roof. You'll make your way to the main computer terminals and gain access," said Scott. "Nightcrawler teleport Xi to near the labs, from where he'll conduct field surveillance."
Avalanche and Toad watched in horror as Cobra Commander continued his message on his personal computer. "You have no idea how much I've looked forward to this G.I. Joe. Or perhaps it's you pesky Misfits. No matter. I
"Toad and Avalanche have the most important job," said Althea "you'll have an encryption disk designed by Arcade. You need to get into Cobra Commander's private quarters, underground in a bunker incidentally, and access his personal video log. Avalanche will use his powers to tunnel in, and Toad will insert the encryption disk."
"Also," finished Scott, "you'll be planting bugs wherever seems like a good place, especially, Mindbender's lab, Cobra Commander's private office, and his bedroom."
"Remember," said Althea, "we know that Cobra's up to something big, but we don't know what."
Senator Redfield opened the door to his suite. As he walked exhaustedly towards his bed, he tripped over a footstool.
"Stupid maids," he grumbled, "always move everything around."
He collapsed face first on the bed, which is how he didn't see the "footstool" reforming into a man with scythes for hands.
There was a sickening thud, then silence.
Arcade and Shadowcat landed lightly on the roof. Shadowcat touched Arcade on the back, and they both phased through the ceiling. They ran along the halls, which were strangely empty and entered the main computer terminal housing room.
It was empty, but Arcade's goggles revealed motion sensors. He took a tool from a kit at his belt, and projected a false reading. He and Kitty hurried through to the other side.
Arcade switched on the computer. A picture of Cobra Commander appeared.
"Hello G.I. Joe. If you're seeing this message, it means that you fell into my trap."
Xi and Nightcrawler froze outside the lab. "You see," continued Cobra Commander, whose voice was also coming over the loudspeakers "I knew you were coming. I won't bother to explain how, just in case you do survive. But this building is going into lockdown, and you just activated six tons of dynamite. If you are a high-ranking Cobra officer, you have thirty seconds to enter your code to deactivate the self-destruct. But I doubt that you are." Avalanche and Toad watched in horror as Cobra Commander's message appeared on his personal computer. "You have no idea how much I've looked forward to this G.I. Joe. Or perhaps you are some of those pesky Misfits that have been giving me so much grief. In twenty minutes there won't be enough of you left to tell. Oh in case you were thinking of teleporting or phasing out, if you X-men are there, the building's surrounded by a forcefield."
Arcade snapped out of his trance and began to type furiously. The picture of Cobra Commander was replaced with a different one. "I'm so sorry. The code you entered was incorrect. That must mean that you don't work for Cobra. I suggest you abandon your futile attempts to stop the dynamite and resign yourself to your fate."
Arcade typed faster. Shadowcat joined him at another computer. "If I destroy the computer will it help?" She asked.
"Probably not," he answered, "and if it doesn't you will have destroyed our only chance to shut this thing down.
Congressman Leman watched the woman laying facedown on his bed with anticipation. He stood over her, and began to unzip her dress. Her leg, out of his sight, shifted into a spike, and stabbed him through the leg. She whirled over, reverting as she went to protoplasmic form. Various weapons sprouted from the shapeshifters body, and it advanced on the horrified congressman.
"We've got no choice!" said Avalanche, "Arcade and Kitty are probably trying to stop this thing on the computer, but if they can't we need a backup plan."
"Tell me this, Lance," answered Toad, "how exactly are we going to find the dynamite?"
"We might not be able to, but we have to at least try."
"Alright, let's go."
All hail Cobra, appeared on the screen. Arcade hit the enter key.
"Try again," gloated Cobra Commander's recording. Arcade growled in frustration and typed in 1229425455656.
"Try again,"
Suddenly Arcade had an idea. "Of course, he wouldn't make that obvious. It would be something we'd least suspect."
"What do you mean?" Asked Kitty.
"I think I know what the code is."
"What?"
"Zero."
"What?!"
"He'd expect us to expect it would be a super complex string of numbers, or a word command. So it will be just the opposite." He typed in zero.
"Damn." Said Cobra Commander. "You got it. Oh well, this game has only just begun. Goodbye, Misfits, for now."
The screen went blank. The metal plating over the windows retracted. The doors opened.
Senator Blackstone walked into his bathroom. Suddenly the towel hanging on the door grew a tentacle, which wrapped around his neck.
He let out a gurgling, choking sound then there was a violent crack, and then silence.
"I'm worried about what Cobra Commander meant, when he said the game has only just begun," admitted Scott.
The X-men and Misfits were lounging around the X-mansion, going over the events of the recent mission.
"Perhaps he meant nothing, and was counting on you to believe that he had meant something, thus making you worried and nervous, as well as edgy so that you end up chasing loose ends, and thus he would have time to plan something elaborate, which unlike this current threat, would actually mean something," replied Arcade.
"I doubt it," replied Toad. "He went through a lot of trouble setting that up. He completely pulled out of the base, replaced every important computer system, installed a self-destruct, and recorded countless messages. Not to mention, he knew we were coming. He tried to bluff that he didn't, but he did. Otherwise he wouldn't have gone through all that trouble. So, if you want my guess, he wasn't bluffing."
"You think there's a traitor in G.I. Joe?" Asked Althea.
"Either that or he's found some way to bypass the bug screening process, which Arcade told us was foolproof."
"It is foolproof," said Arcade defensively, "I designed it myself, unless he's got something microscopic, nothing could get through."
"Then someone in G.I. Joe, or in the X-men is a traitor," said Althea.
And on that ominous note I'll end this chapter. Let me know what you think. Positive remarks and suggestions are always welcome, as well as anything you didn't like, so I can fix it.
Please keep flames to yourself, as simply telling me the fic is horrible will not help me do better in the future.
Next, the traitor revealed, Cobra's infiltration of the U.S. government continues. Magneto and the Brotherhood get wind of Cobra planning something big, and the good guys gain an unexpected ally. (You'll be surprised if you never read the comics) Not to mention, I bring in a few little known comic book characters. (Hint, think Mapridoor)
Until next time, to quote the great Stan Lee,
Excelsior
Change is Coming
Watcher files, entry 1265493873: It has recently crossed my mind that I have been unclear in my recent documents about the "Mirrorverse." I neglected to describe exactly how the terrorist organization known as Cobra came into control of the Americas. To that end, these files shall be known as the rise of Cobra. It begins shortly after Mystique and Zartan's failed coup of Cobra.
Zartan was pacing his cell. Zanya came up.
"Father," she hissed, "I have only one question for you. What were you thinking?"
"Zanya," chuckled Zartan amusedly, "I was thinking the same thing you were until you decided you could do better betraying me to the head snake himself. I was thinking that this was an ideal opportunity to advance myself."
"Apparently not quite ideal, considering you got caught," snapped Zanya.
"Actually, I was quite aware of the danger of being caught. So I had a backup plan." He withdrew a vial from his pocket.
"What's that?" Asked Zanya.
"Mystique's own unique DNA. Specifically the chromosome that allowed her to shapeshift so efficiently."
"Interesting."
"I'm sure Mindbender can do some wonderful things with it," Zartan grinned. "Provided, of course that I get let out of here."
Cobra Commander was on his throne talking on his multi screen videophone, "No, I want them dead! D-E-A-D. Dead! What part of that don't you understand? No! I don't want them captured! Take a gun and shoot them in the head!" Suddenly the huge double doors to the hallway burst open. The Dreadknocks tossed a few guards on a pile on the floor.
"Security's horrible," drawled Zartan.
Cobra Commander suddenly had a gun in his hand, "Perhaps, but my aim isn't. So, quickly, what do you want?"
Zartan held up a vial. "To make a deal."
Cobra Commander smiled beneath his hood. "I have a feeling I'll like this deal already."
Mindbender led the way into his lab. "We've made several impressive advancements, sir. I am completely convinced that we are only a few days away from making a major breakthrough."
"How much longer?" Hissed Cobra Commander.
"A week at the least."
"Not good enough Mindbender. Not. Good. Enough. You have three days. After that you I'll dump you in that vat you're keeping your experiments in, and watch you simmer.
Mindbender gulped. "Yes sir." He turned to his flunkies and began barking out orders. "You, you and you, you're no longer on cloning, you're on the shapeshifter project. You and you, shift to cloning. Everyone else, you're on the shapeshifter project."
"Alright," said Althea to the special team of Misfits and X-men, "you're the best stealth members on the two teams. This is not an attack. You go in, gather data and get out. The plan is as follows." A diagram came up on a screen behind her.
"Arcade and Shadowcat are going to parachute onto the roof. You'll make your way to the main computer terminals and gain access," said Scott. "Nightcrawler teleport Xi to near the labs, from where he'll conduct field surveillance."
Avalanche and Toad watched in horror as Cobra Commander continued his message on his personal computer. "You have no idea how much I've looked forward to this G.I. Joe. Or perhaps it's you pesky Misfits. No matter. I
"Toad and Avalanche have the most important job," said Althea "you'll have an encryption disk designed by Arcade. You need to get into Cobra Commander's private quarters, underground in a bunker incidentally, and access his personal video log. Avalanche will use his powers to tunnel in, and Toad will insert the encryption disk."
"Also," finished Scott, "you'll be planting bugs wherever seems like a good place, especially, Mindbender's lab, Cobra Commander's private office, and his bedroom."
"Remember," said Althea, "we know that Cobra's up to something big, but we don't know what."
Senator Redfield opened the door to his suite. As he walked exhaustedly towards his bed, he tripped over a footstool.
"Stupid maids," he grumbled, "always move everything around."
He collapsed face first on the bed, which is how he didn't see the "footstool" reforming into a man with scythes for hands.
There was a sickening thud, then silence.
Arcade and Shadowcat landed lightly on the roof. Shadowcat touched Arcade on the back, and they both phased through the ceiling. They ran along the halls, which were strangely empty and entered the main computer terminal housing room.
It was empty, but Arcade's goggles revealed motion sensors. He took a tool from a kit at his belt, and projected a false reading. He and Kitty hurried through to the other side.
Arcade switched on the computer. A picture of Cobra Commander appeared.
"Hello G.I. Joe. If you're seeing this message, it means that you fell into my trap."
Xi and Nightcrawler froze outside the lab. "You see," continued Cobra Commander, whose voice was also coming over the loudspeakers "I knew you were coming. I won't bother to explain how, just in case you do survive. But this building is going into lockdown, and you just activated six tons of dynamite. If you are a high-ranking Cobra officer, you have thirty seconds to enter your code to deactivate the self-destruct. But I doubt that you are." Avalanche and Toad watched in horror as Cobra Commander's message appeared on his personal computer. "You have no idea how much I've looked forward to this G.I. Joe. Or perhaps you are some of those pesky Misfits that have been giving me so much grief. In twenty minutes there won't be enough of you left to tell. Oh in case you were thinking of teleporting or phasing out, if you X-men are there, the building's surrounded by a forcefield."
Arcade snapped out of his trance and began to type furiously. The picture of Cobra Commander was replaced with a different one. "I'm so sorry. The code you entered was incorrect. That must mean that you don't work for Cobra. I suggest you abandon your futile attempts to stop the dynamite and resign yourself to your fate."
Arcade typed faster. Shadowcat joined him at another computer. "If I destroy the computer will it help?" She asked.
"Probably not," he answered, "and if it doesn't you will have destroyed our only chance to shut this thing down.
Congressman Leman watched the woman laying facedown on his bed with anticipation. He stood over her, and began to unzip her dress. Her leg, out of his sight, shifted into a spike, and stabbed him through the leg. She whirled over, reverting as she went to protoplasmic form. Various weapons sprouted from the shapeshifters body, and it advanced on the horrified congressman.
"We've got no choice!" said Avalanche, "Arcade and Kitty are probably trying to stop this thing on the computer, but if they can't we need a backup plan."
"Tell me this, Lance," answered Toad, "how exactly are we going to find the dynamite?"
"We might not be able to, but we have to at least try."
"Alright, let's go."
All hail Cobra, appeared on the screen. Arcade hit the enter key.
"Try again," gloated Cobra Commander's recording. Arcade growled in frustration and typed in 1229425455656.
"Try again,"
Suddenly Arcade had an idea. "Of course, he wouldn't make that obvious. It would be something we'd least suspect."
"What do you mean?" Asked Kitty.
"I think I know what the code is."
"What?"
"Zero."
"What?!"
"He'd expect us to expect it would be a super complex string of numbers, or a word command. So it will be just the opposite." He typed in zero.
"Damn." Said Cobra Commander. "You got it. Oh well, this game has only just begun. Goodbye, Misfits, for now."
The screen went blank. The metal plating over the windows retracted. The doors opened.
Senator Blackstone walked into his bathroom. Suddenly the towel hanging on the door grew a tentacle, which wrapped around his neck.
He let out a gurgling, choking sound then there was a violent crack, and then silence.
"I'm worried about what Cobra Commander meant, when he said the game has only just begun," admitted Scott.
The X-men and Misfits were lounging around the X-mansion, going over the events of the recent mission.
"Perhaps he meant nothing, and was counting on you to believe that he had meant something, thus making you worried and nervous, as well as edgy so that you end up chasing loose ends, and thus he would have time to plan something elaborate, which unlike this current threat, would actually mean something," replied Arcade.
"I doubt it," replied Toad. "He went through a lot of trouble setting that up. He completely pulled out of the base, replaced every important computer system, installed a self-destruct, and recorded countless messages. Not to mention, he knew we were coming. He tried to bluff that he didn't, but he did. Otherwise he wouldn't have gone through all that trouble. So, if you want my guess, he wasn't bluffing."
"You think there's a traitor in G.I. Joe?" Asked Althea.
"Either that or he's found some way to bypass the bug screening process, which Arcade told us was foolproof."
"It is foolproof," said Arcade defensively, "I designed it myself, unless he's got something microscopic, nothing could get through."
"Then someone in G.I. Joe, or in the X-men is a traitor," said Althea.
And on that ominous note I'll end this chapter. Let me know what you think. Positive remarks and suggestions are always welcome, as well as anything you didn't like, so I can fix it.
Please keep flames to yourself, as simply telling me the fic is horrible will not help me do better in the future.
Next, the traitor revealed, Cobra's infiltration of the U.S. government continues. Magneto and the Brotherhood get wind of Cobra planning something big, and the good guys gain an unexpected ally. (You'll be surprised if you never read the comics) Not to mention, I bring in a few little known comic book characters. (Hint, think Mapridoor)
Until next time, to quote the great Stan Lee,
Excelsior