Inter-LOAFERS: Dance-Dance-Feva!
By Xenomorph666
Disclaimer: I own only Perfection and Wraith.
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Universe: Misfit-Verse
The New Anti-Planeteer
"I don't believe what I'm hearing." Althea was completely stunned.
"Neither can I." Wheeler blinked as the Misfits and Planeteers gathered around a meeting table.
"Wow, Robbie-Jo finally found some one." Freddy smiled. "And it looks like Uncle Erma was right; he is an alien of sorts."
"Uncle Erma?" Ma-ti asked in confusion.
"Trust me Ma-ti this is one of those things you are better off not knowing." Lance sighed.
"Let's just say Fred's got some… unique relatives." Pietro explained.
"Okay…" Ma-ti blinked.
General Hawk was sitting at the head of the long table. Each Misfit, Joe and Planeteer had an identical file in front of them with the documentation of Sly Sludge working for the Kingpin as well as dating a relative of Fred Dukes.
"Fred, how exactly is she related to you?" Shipwreck asked as he looked the information over.
"She's my uncle's, brother's, aunt's, nieces' granddaughter." Fred explained.
The room was silent for a few seconds before Stanley spoke up. "I think my brain exploded."
"Like I said he's got a unique family." Pietro groaned. "What's the point of this anyway?"
"The point is this." Hawk dropped a screen down that cycled through several shots of Sludge yelling at Looten Plunder. "Our intelligence shows he quit working with the other eco-villains only days after the Chaos Spark. He's also gone completely legit for the most part and handles Fisk's most legitimate waste refineries."
"Wow." Linka blinked in shock.
"Wait a minute; isn't he needed for this Captain Pollution guy you told us about?" Lance inquired.
"Da, he is." Linka said, "But if he is no longer working with them, perhaps we no longer need to fear Captain Pollution's return!"
"Wrong." Hawk hit a button and another set of pictures flew by. Hoggish Greedly was taking the gift of the Smog Ring from Plunder. "Our sources say that's not our only worry."
"It can't possibly get any worse for us." Wheeler groaned.
This time a new set of pictures played through. The sight of the newest person on screen meant nothing to the Planeteers, they only recognized him as the man who attacked their peace rally; but the Misfits immediately began groaning and cursing.
Wheeler chuckled at first, "You guys are afraid of a guy wearing a bucket on his head?"
"Remember how we told you about Magneto, one of the most powerful and evil mutants around?" Lance growled, "That's him!"
"Wow, you know you could have told us that when he attacked the peace rally." Wheeler said.
"No we couldn't." Althea said, "We were under strict orders not to involve you in any affairs involving Magneto."
"Why?" Kwame asked.
"They didn't trust you." Hawk explained, "They still don't."
"Who is 'they'?" Linka asked.
"The Jugglers, the less you know about them the better, but sufficed to say they really don't like the Scions or anything that results from their antics." Hawk explained. "Just try not to piss off any high ranking generals."
"Wow." Wheeler was stunned. "My third grade math teacher was right."
"So, getting back to business…" Althea pointed to the screen, "What's Bucket-Head up to?"
"Our sources tell us that Plunder and his group have struck into a temporary alliance with Magneto and the Brotherhood." Hawk flipped a few more pictures by, one of which showed a very depressed Pyro. "Our information also tells us that Pyro may be ready to leave the Brotherhood."
"Who is giving us this information?" Wanda asked, neither she nor any of the other Misfits could imagine Pyro defecting from Magneto.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Hawk said lightly. "But we have a chance to get him and break up this alliance. Two days from now Magneto will be meeting with Plunder yet again to solidify their temporary truce into a full fledged alliance."
"How so?" Gi asked.
"No clue, but we have to stop it." Hawk said, "And we'll need your help, but I'm telling you right now Magneto and his cronies have no problem with killing you and as we found out the hard way Wraith can't always save the ones we love."
"So we may not come back alive." Kwame sighed.
"We don't really have a choice though." Wheeler said, "We can't let them become allies, it'd be too dangerous."
"Exactly." Hawk took a deep breath. "I'm not going to lie to you, once you're there it most likely will turn into a battlefield, you may have to fight to live, you may even have to kill."
Everyone turned to look at Ma-ti who simply bowed his head and shook it adamantly. "I cannot condone the taking of a life, and I cannot commit murder."
The room was silent once more as Lina reached over and grabbed Ma-ti's hands. "You can stay with me then, I'm training to be a medic."
"Yeah, that might work." Wheeler gave a half smile, but it faded when he saw Ma-ti was still in doubt.
"You all have the necessary information, this meeting is over." Hawk said.
The Misfits, Joes and Planeteers all filed out, to leave Hawk to his duties. However Hawk knew he was not alone, he had hung around the Scions too long not to have gotten a sense of their auras.
"You wanna come out now?" Hawk smiled as Wraith appeared.
"I need to see the Jugglers." Wraith said.
"What's this about?" Hawk was immediately concerned.
"Alteran may be taking his grudge to far, he may very well be on the verge of releasing a relentless force of nature that should never have been." Wraith said solemnly. "And I wish to inform them of the downfall of their power structure."
"What?" Hawk nearly chocked at the last part. "Say that again."
"They don't realize how much they've played into his hands, and I want to see them struggle in futile efforts to escape his grasp." Wraith grinned.
"Whose grasp?" Hawk asked, but Wraith only gave the usual empty smile of his eyes.
Meanwhile at Xavier's Mansion, Scott and Jean were having their own moment of confusion. Scott's brother was on TV as a part of a government sponsored mutant team of heroes. To say that Scott was offended that his brother had told him nothing of this development would be a very large and violent understatement.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE HIM!" Scott shouted, "He didn't even tell me about this in his last phone call or email!"
"Well we have been busy with our own problems; maybe he just didn't want you to worry." Jean said calmly.
"I'm his older brother, I'm supposed to worry!" Scott snapped, "I need some air."
Scott made his way through the kitchen and into the backyard where Perfection and L.B. were busy trying to find Kirby.
"Hey Shades, what's up?" Perfection flashed his trademark goofy grin.
"My brother's leading a new mutant team and never told me." Scott harrumphed as he sat on a deck chair.
"Well…" Perfection thought for a second, before he completely vanished.
"What'd I say?" Scott asked in confusion.
"Something that reminded him of his past." L.B. said as he floated over to the chair next to Scott, "You know, maybe you need to focus less on what your brother did tell you rather than what he didn't."
"Excuse me?" Scott arched an eyebrow.
"Well, my brother and I may not communicate with in the best parameters of human society, but we get our message across in our own special way." L.B. shrugged, "All siblings do if you think about it, and he probably did tell you, but in his own way so you wouldn't worry."
"I guess Wraith must worry about you a lot, huh?" Scott asked.
"No." L.B. shook his head, "He tends to worry more about the people I meet, something about our insurance not covering mental damage on every stranger or something."
"You guys have insurance?" Scott. "I don't suppose your company has good car coverage, does it?"
L.B. just glared at the mutant before he vanished into thin air. After a few more minutes of resting his mind Scott decided to look over the old emails his brother had sent. He decided to pay more attention to his brother's talks about meeting new people, and eventually he found a brief glance into his brother's life at the end of the last email.
"…My friends and I might be hanging out a lot more than usual now. We got government funding for our group and even an endorsement or two from several companies looking for mutant spokespeople. Don't worry though our lawyer says they can't make us do anything to hurt our friend and family, so we'll be fine. Later, Alex"
Scott simply smiled; he had to pay attention to the smaller things more often. Of course his brother still hadn't told him that he'd be fighting in a combat group.
Over in the Nevada desert a small camp sight was set up near a large metal dome. In the camp sight rested the Anti-Planeteers and the few workmen that Plunder had brought along. Soon however they were joined by Magneto and several members of the Brotherhood.
"Our 'information' was leaked to the Joes successfully." Plunder grinned as Magneto sat down. The two groups were meeting in a large tent with a large table.
"Excellent." Magneto smiled. "I have thought your proposal over Plunder. You are a rarity among humans, your friends included. You don't care what makes a person so long as they have a use; however you are also guided by your greed and hatred. For now I have use of this hatred, and your factories would be welcome to employ our mutant brethren who cannot fight back. This is where your usefulness ends though, and I don't see how we can have any further involvement with you and your alien kind."
Plunder thought for a second and then a second more. "You know a war is coming and that not every mutant will be able to get to your meteor."
"Yes, indeed I do." Magneto sighed.
"I own a rather large island." Plunder said, "And its price is rather particular."
"An island?" Magneto scoffed. "That's it?"
"Well, it could be considered a small island nation if it were populated." Plunder smiled. "It's called Genosha, and let me tell you about it…" Magneto's eyes lit up with intrigue as Plunder spoke, and for once Magneto did not regret inviting the human to a location near his base.
