Inter-LOAFERS: Dance-Dance-Feva!

By Xenomorph666

Disclaimer: I own only Perfection and Wraith.

DigitalMan and K2 are © My close friend.

Everything else is copyrighted to their correct owner.

Universe: Spliced-verse (Misfit-Verse, Evil Dead, Mask, TMNT, Planeteers, Beast Wars)

Sinister Tales

As Xavier had requested, all of his allies had come to talk of the recent threat of Mr. Sinister. Unfortunately not everyone was as willing to discuss how to deal with it as opposed to why Xavier had never mentioned him before. Thankfully the meeting was being held at the Inn and had pervasive calming aura that usually accompanied it.

"I still don't believe it." Hawk snorted in anger.

"As I've said before, Sinister was supposed to be a mere fairytale created by an obsessed ancestor; I couldn't have known that he was real." Xavier defended himself.

"I really don't care about the tales of the past." Optimus spoke up. "He's here now and that's what we should worry about."

"Optimus is right." Cheetor spoke up. "I mean look at this guy's track record, and this is what we know he's done."

"Yes and according to one of my younger students, he is also the man who experimented on him." Xavier folded his hands in his usual deep thought manner.

"In other words we have a mutant who could give Tarantulus a run for the title of most sadistic." Rhinox said.

"He'd take de title." Gambit said. "He know what he doin'."

Scott glared at the Cajun card thrower. "How do you know of him anyway?"

"Don't go there four eyes, it's a bad place." Gambit shook his head.

Scott was about to say something when he felt Jean speak to him.

"Scott, don't he's really afraid of him." She said, "He still hasn't let down his guard he's chanting something pretty loud in Creole in his mind."

"Fine." Scott growled lightly.

"Remy, I know it's tough, but could you at least tell us anything?" Kwame asked.

"Remy tell you dis; he dangerous." Remy said as he got up and left.

"That's not good." Logan frowned, a bigger frown than usual.

"How so?" Optimus asked.

"The Cajun don't spook easy." Logan kept his eyes on the door. "So whatever scared him…"

"Could possibly earn the ire of the Scions?" Rattrap sounded hopeful.

"Rattrap, this is a matter we have to resolve." Hawk said. "The Scions already made it clear they can't get involved in this, and Perfection wasn't too happy with that."

Several dings on the laptop in the middle of the table caught everyone's attention. As the lap top continued to ding in succession the leaders and members of the teams all looked at each other in confusion.

"I guess you gotta leave it to a rat to snoop, huh?" Rattrap said as he flipped the computer open and blinked. "Hey, Boss-Monkey, look at this."

"What is it?" Optimus looked and blinked in confusion when he saw the screen. "You have got to be joking."

"What is it?" Xavier asked.

"Emails from multiple sources all giving the same coordinates." Rattrap blinked. "Oh now there's a not so obvious name."

"What?" Hawk asked.

"Reapero'reapers at death.beru.gov.vge." Rattrap arched his eyebrows. "Tell me who does that sound like to you?"

"They're circumventing their own rules?" Kwame sounded confused.

"Hah!" Rattrap laughed. "Listen to this; "Deus-ex-machina at chaos.vge."

"Perfection." Wheeler smiled.

"Oh boy…" Rattrap blinked. "Wing-bishie at oder.vge?"

"Astral." Jean said aloud, everyone turned an odd look to her.

"What, he looks like a bishonen." Jean said defensively.

"Riiight…" Rattrap smirked. "And… 'Purplegalofgreenrobes at bal.vge?"

"Karma." Everyone said collectively.

"One weird lady there…" Rattrap shook his head. "And… usurpedpowersarenotnice at ligh.vge."

"Maven." Hawk surmised. "Him I wouldn't expect this from."

"Hey, this one's got a video." Rattrap said as he tried to play it. "What the heck it's time locked."

"Whose it from?" Scott asked.

"It just says 'hornedandhorny'… what the… the address keeps changing…" Rattrap blinked in astonishment. "This is some crazy stuff…"

"Never mind that Rattrap what are the coordinates?" Jean asked.

"Hold yer horses psychic girl." Rattrap snapped. "I'm putting them up on the display screen."

"What display screen?" Fred asked.

"The one you're standing in front of." Rattrap said in an annoyed tone.

"Oh…" Freddy moved. "Sorry."

A few seconds later a projector popped out of the ceiling and projected the image of a world map on the wall. The map began to close in at certain areas section by section as Rattrap entered in the many coordinates. Then it closed in on a plot section of New York reserved for fishing trawlers and barges.

"Can you get a live feed from our satellites?" Hawk asked.

Rattrap just gave him a dirty look as he typed in several commands and pointed to the projected display.

"Any thing else?" Rattrap asked smugly.

"Yes, can you shut up?" Hawk smiled back at him.

"It looks empty." Optimus said. "But I get the feeling…"

Suddenly several black portals opened up on the screen and a much more secured looking Sinister walked out of one. Of course his secured look might have been due to the seventy or so Foot Tech Ninja's that had accompanied him.

"We got him." Hawk smiled. "Misfits, get ready." Hawk looked at his team.

"Scott, ready the X-Men." Xavier nodded.

"Maximals, we're going to, we already know they won't be able to handle those mechanical ninjas." Optimus said.

"We will join you." Splinter narrowed his eyes. "After all it is our enemy who is aiding yours."

"We'll do what we can." Kwame said.

"I'm going too." Gecko said as he entered the room. He held his heavily bruised side and took deep deliberate breaths. Xavier looked completely unsurprised by his sudden appearance.

"You need to relax and heal." Hank said with a shocked look on his face.

"Yeah man." Todd said as he hopped on the table. "Don't worry we'll get your parents for you."

"I'm going." Gecko growled. "Try to stop me, I dare you."

"Logan don't." Xavier said absentmindedly.

"Don't what?" Logan gave Xavier a confused look. "I think he has a right to come along, not the brightest thing for him to be doing, but he's got a right."

"Indeed." Dinobot spoke up. "He should not be restrained from seeing his family, but he also does not have to fight." Dinobot's toothy grin widened.

"No he doesn't." Optimus smiled along with his predatory subordinate.

"Dragonfly, you and Firestar are ordered to accompany Gecko to the drop zone and keep him behind the battle lines." Hawk smiled along with the Maximals.

Gecko simply glared back and snorted.

"I think Miss Braddock will be accompanying them." Xavier smiled, he knew or at least though he knew that Gecko would not endanger the life of someone who had never been in combat. "Which, she is of course volunteering to do." Xavier reassured Hawk.

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"I hate hospitals." Gecko grumbled as he came to in the X-Men infirmary. When he opened his eyes however, his mood took a turn for the better. Sitting not far from him was perhaps the single most beautiful human being he had ever seen. Then he sat up and crashed head first into Beast.

"Ow!" The two groaned as they rubbed their own heads.

"Sorry Dr. McCoy." Gecko winced as he moved off of his side.

"Careful." Hank said warningly. "Your ribs are pretty badly bruised."

"You kidding me?" Gecko smirked. "I've skated off rims twelve feet high with worse injuries."

"Really?" Hank asked.

"Yup, also skated some nasty spots in the sewers that Mikey showed me, he couldn't get half of them." Gecko's left eye strayed backwards and Hank finally caught on.

"Ah, I see then." Hank smiled knowingly. "Miss Braddock, I'm afraid I must go join Professor Xavier in an important meeting, could you keep Gecko company until I return?"

"Sure." Betsy said with a smile.

After Hank left the room was steeped in an awkward silence. At least until Betsy asked a question.

"So, what's with the weird guy who tossed you around like a rag doll?" Betsy asked as she moved her chair closer.

"He turned me into this." Gecko held out his hands. "He's also got my parents."

"You aren't a mutant?" Betsy asked, slightly confused.

"You heard of mutates right?" Gecko asked. "I'm a mutate. Sinister put some green mutagenic stuff in my body and mixed that with some gecko and reptile DNA and bammo, you got me."

"Ouch." Betsy bit her lip. "Sorry."

"Hey, you couldn't have known, I mean it's not like you read minds." Gecko laughed.

"Actually I do." Betsy joined him.

"Wow, we're doing pretty good so far, huh?" Gecko gave a smile.

"I'll say." Betsy agreed. "So you live here?"

"Naw, the mansion deal doesn't work for me. I live with the turtles in the New York Sewers." Gecko nodded.

"Must be interesting." Betsy said.

"It can be, especially when Mikey blows up one of Donny's experiments." Gecko smiled.

"So, what's it like living in the sewers?" Betsy asked.

"Pretty cool, except for the Morlocks getting all Territorial and stuff." Gecko sneered.

"Morlocks?" Betsy asked.

"They're a group of mutants who reject society and live in the sewers. Bunch of meat heads really, don't even let Mutates five feet into their territory before they attack." Gecko folded his arms.

"Is this experience speaking?" Betsy asked, finally intrigued by Gecko's seemingly odd life..

"Yup." Gecko nodded. "Still, I wouldn't have to be down there if I had my parents."

"Well, maybe they'll come up with something in the meeting." Betsy said.

"What?" Gecko's head popped up.

"They're meeting with a bunch of people and weird robots to talk about this Mr. Sinister guy." Betsy said.

"What?" Gecko bolted towards the door then stopped and rotated his eyes backwards. "By the way; love the hair." He heard a slight giggle as he left.

"Professor." Betsy concentrated. "Gecko's coming your way; I wasn't supposed to mention the meeting was I?"

"It's all right." Xavier reassured her. "We'll keep Gecko under control."

"Professor." Betsy said. "If you need me to help out, I'll do whatever I can."