X-Men: The Unnatural Omega's Volume 2, Omniverse Saga

by abcd12344321

As the omniverse breach grows so does the villains, kroako which was once for mutants is now a haven for all, and as they keep poring through so do new allies. The game has been set. Now it's the age of Heros, monsters, and villains.

17. Chapter 17

X-Men: The Unnatural Omega's Volume 2, Omniverse Saga

Chapter 17: The Star Destroyer, The Original Timeline and Mother Righteous

…

Morning dawned with a mixture of tension and excitement permeating the air of Kroako. It started innocuously enough, with the now familiar routines of the eclectic community unfolding. Breakfasts were made, chores were started, patrols were set, and research was underway. The quiet hum of life.

But in the heart of it all, a gasp sliced through the silence. Historia, clutching her swollen belly, bent double over the intensity of a contraction. Eren was by her side in an instant, alarm etched into his features.

"Water... broke..." Historia managed to gasp out between clenched teeth. Eren's eyes widened. This was it. The moment they'd been anxiously awaiting was upon them.

Without a moment's hesitation, Eren scooped Historia up into his arms and raced toward the infirmary. The calm composure he'd been maintaining cracked slightly under the pressure of the situation. His heart pounded in his chest with a mix of fear and excitement.

Yennefer, Kira, and Triss were already there, having been briefed on the potential arrival time. The room was well-prepared, organized to the last detail. The sight of the three experienced women, calm and collected, brought a small measure of relief to Eren's tense expression.

Without wasting a second, they moved into action, guiding Historia onto the bed and beginning the procedures they'd meticulously planned. The atmosphere in the room was a strange mix of intense focus and calm control. Everyone knew their roles, and they set about them with grim determination.

As the hours passed, tension twisted with the passage of time, Eren stood by Historia's side, holding her hand, whispering words of encouragement, while the women worked, their faces set in concentration.

This was it. The beginning of a new chapter. A new life amidst the chaos of the world. The dawn of a new era in Kroako. The anticipation was palpable, as everyone held their breath, waiting for the cry that would announce the arrival of the newest member of their community.

…

Jean was nervously pacing, his hands running through his hair. "Man, I can't believe this is actually happening. Eren, a father? That's just... wild." His voice was tinged with a disbelief that was mirrored in the faces of many others.

Reiner sat on the edge of the steps leading up to the infirmary, his gaze directed at the ground. His voice was quiet when he spoke, almost as if he was speaking to himself. "Feels like everything's changing so fast... Eren, Historia... It's a lot to take in."

Annie leaned against the wall, her arms folded over her chest. She had been quiet for most of the wait, but she let out a soft sigh. "I suppose it's a good thing, after everything they've been through. They deserve some happiness."

Armin, seated next to Reiner, wore a contemplative expression. "It's like a symbol of hope, isn't it? A baby born in these circumstances... It represents so much more than just one life."

Hange was visibly excited, their enthusiasm breaking through the tension. "I can't wait to see the little one! Can you imagine? A new generation, right here in Kroako!"

Levi was typically silent, standing a little apart from the group. His scarred face was impassive, but his eyes were thoughtful. "Just hope the brat doesn't take after Eren too much," he finally grumbled.

Connie was smiling, his eyes bright with anticipation. "Man, I can't believe Eren's about to become a dad. Feels like just yesterday we were trainees, messing around and getting into trouble."

Mikasa, despite no longer feeling the connection with Eren, had a strange mix of emotions playing across her face. Her voice was softer than usual when she finally spoke. "Eren... a father. I hope he'll be a good one." Her statement wasn't a question, more a hope she held for her brother. Despite everything, she wished him nothing but the best.

The moment the sound of a baby's cry broke the tense silence outside, everyone held their breaths. It was as if the world had frozen, the cry echoing in the silence, symbolizing something profoundly beautiful and incredibly powerful - new life.

Jean stopped pacing abruptly, his wide eyes focused on the closed door of the infirmary. Reiner raised his head, his gaze also directed towards the sound. Their faces reflected the sudden relief washing over them.

Armin's eyes lit up, a wide grin spreading across his face. His gaze met with Annie's, who offered a small, gentle smile back, the tension in her stance easing up slightly.

Hange was the first to jump to her feet, clapping her hands together excitedly. "That's it! The baby's here!" Their enthusiastic exclamation broke the trance everyone else seemed to be in, bringing a sense of cheerful relief.

Connie started laughing, the sound echoing in the still air. "Can you believe it? Eren's a dad now!" His excitement was infectious, causing even Levi to crack a small, rare smile.

As for Mikasa, she remained silent, her eyes glistening slightly in the sunlight. She clasped her hands together tightly, whispering a quiet prayer for Eren, Historia and their newborn child.

A moment later, the infirmary door opened, and Eren stepped out, looking like he had been through a whirlwind. He had a wide, dazed smile on his face as he announced, "It's a girl." His voice, though low, carried a weight of love and awe that touched everyone present. For a moment, they all forgot about their worries and the world outside Kroako, as they shared this one beautiful moment of pure joy and hope.

Just a short distance away, Jon and Arya Stark stood shoulder to shoulder, a shared look of understanding passing between them. Beside them, Wonder Woman and Superman stood, quietly observing the joyful scene. Their stoic features softened, showing a hint of a smile.

Geralt, Lambert, and Eskel, the Witcher trio, stood off to the side, their gruff exteriors temporarily replaced by an uncharacteristic warmth. They exchanged knowing glances, each remembering their own experiences with birth and life in their tumultuous lives.

As Kira, Yennefer, and Triss exited the room, they looked out of breath but satisfied. Their eyes met with the others', a shared look of accomplishment passing between them. They had delivered new life into a world of chaos, and there was something profoundly satisfying about it.

Logan's voice echoed in the room, an interruption to the celebratory chatter that had filled the space. "We've got new arrivals through another conjunction," he stated, capturing everyone's attention.

A weighty silence descended on the group as they turned to listen to the update, anticipation tinging the air. "They're from Jon and Arya's world," Logan continued, causing a quick shift in the room's energy. Shocked and anticipatory gazes immediately fell on Jon and Arya.

"Among the arrivals are Grey Worm, the former general of Daenerys Targaryen who survived their timeline's tumultuous events," Logan reported, "Alongside him, we have Sansa Stark, Jon and Arya's sister and the current Warden of the North in their world. And finally, we have Gendry, Robert Baratheon's recognized ill legitament-son."

The room held its breath as Jon and Arya absorbed the news. Their sister Sansa was here, and so was Gendry, Arya's old friend. The festive atmosphere from moments before now carried undertones of concern and expectation as they contemplated what these new arrivals would bring.

…

Arriving on the Hawaiian shores, the group from Kroako watched in stunned silence as the ships from Westeros lay anchored off the coast. The robust wooden vessels were a stark contrast to the modern buildings in the background, a vivid display of the intersection of worlds.

The gangplank lowered, and familiar figures descended onto the sand. Grey Worm stood tall and stern as ever, his gaze scanning the landscape. Gendry, however, had his attention focused solely on Arya. He was more rugged than Arya remembered, his blacksmith's physique even more prominent now. His face lit up as his eyes landed on her, a bright smile breaking through his otherwise serious demeanor.

"Seven Hells, Arya!" Gendry exclaimed, rushing towards her, his joyous laughter echoing in the wind. He pulled her into a fierce hug, lifting her off her feet. Arya laughed, her arms wrapping tightly around him. This was Gendry, her Gendry, alive and well.

Jon looked on, his heart swelling at the sight of his little sister's happiness. He turned his attention towards the figure disembarking the ship. His eyes locked onto the flame-haired woman at the helm. "Sansa," he breathed, his voice choked with emotion.

There she was, Sansa Stark, the Lady of Winterfell. Her appearance was different, she had matured, an air of authority surrounding her. She held her head high, her grey eyes meeting Jon's. A slight smile graced her lips, a silent promise of homecoming.

Jon and Arya took turns explaining, providing them the basic concept of what the 'omniverse' was, its seemingly limitless scope and how it defied everything they thought they knew. They told them of the mysterious force called the 'Conjunction' that had been yanking individuals, groups, and sometimes entire regions from their respective universes and depositing them on Earth.

"This isn't Westeros or Essos, or any world you've ever known," Jon said, his tone grave, eyes flicking between Sansa and Gendry. "We are in a different universe altogether. One that's part of a vast multiverse... or as it's known here, the omniverse."

"We know it's a lot to take in," Arya added, her gaze steady on Gendry. "But we're not alone in this. There are others from our world here, as well as beings from worlds we could never have imagined. We've met elves, dwarves, mages, sentient machines... even people with powers that rival the White Walkers and dragons."

Sansa's gaze was calculating as she processed the information, the ever-pragmatic Lady of Winterfell assessing the situation. Gendry, however, wore an expression of awe, his mind whirring with the fantastical reality laid out before him.

As they absorbed the truth of their new circumstances, the group from Kroako knew this was only the beginning of their journey. The conjunctions showed no sign of stopping, and the inhabitants of this strange new world would need all the help they could get to navigate the challenges of the omniverse.

Grey Worm, standing a few feet apart from the group, silently observed the exchange. His expression remained impassive, but his dark eyes were thoughtful as he listened. Despite the deep resentment he still harbored for Jon Snow due to the death of his queen, Daenerys, he couldn't dismiss the facts being presented.

The terrain was unlike any he had seen in Westeros or Essos. The strange people they had encountered on their arrival, their unusual attire, the peculiar structures – everything screamed of a world different from their own. He had fought for his queen in many lands, walked through different continents, but none of those places felt as alien as this one.

His grip tightened on the hilt of his spear as he quietly processed the information. Westeros, the politics, the wars... all were left behind. Here, in this vast omniverse, they were all strangers, pawns subjected to the whim of an unknown force.

Grey Worm's gaze fell on Jon and Arya, then moved over to Sansa and Gendry. As much as he held onto his grudges, he couldn't deny the reality of their situation. This was not Westeros anymore, and they would all need to adapt if they were to survive.

Jon hesitated, swallowing hard as he turned towards Sansa, Gendry, and Grey Worm. His voice was a whisper, the words barely passing his lips.

"I've seen Daenerys... After we defeated the resurrected Night King, who was taken over by a being from another world, named Sauron, I... I saw her ghost."

Sansa's eyes widened, her breath hitching in her throat as she listened to Jon's words. Gendry looked surprised and Grey Worm's gaze was intense, the stoic Unsullied's mask-like face was unreadable. Even the others from different worlds paused, their conversations dying down as they turned to listen.

"She said..." Jon swallowed again, looking into Sansa's eyes. "She said she was sorry, Sansa... For everything that happened... for everything she did. She asked for forgiveness."

His words hung in the air, carrying a weight that seemed to silence the world around them. Sansa's mouth opened in a silent gasp, her eyes welling with unshed tears. Jon's confession, his words about their former queen, were unexpected. This was not the Daenerys Targaryen they remembered, and yet, perhaps it was exactly like her - a woman with a dream, whose aspirations had led her astray.

As Jon finished speaking, the reality of their situation hit them even harder. This was not just a new world they were in, but a world where the past could reach out to them in ways they never imagined. A world where they had to face their pasts and grapple with forgiveness, not just for the sake of their fallen queen, but for themselves as well.

"There's more," Jon continued, his voice strained. The next words seemed even harder to say. He took a deep breath, preparing himself, before looking at Grey Worm.

"The Night King... he... he turned her body into a wight during the battle. I couldn't... I wouldn't let her be used like that."

The grim news sent a wave of shock through those present. The silence grew even deeper as they absorbed the horrifying revelation. Sansa clenched her fists, Gendry looked away, trying to hide the anger in his eyes, and Grey Worm's face became even harder, his gaze piercing.

"We collected her body," Jon added quickly, not wanting to let the grim news hang for too long. "We wanted to give her a proper burial... and if it would bring you any peace, Grey Worm, when we find a way back, you can take her remains with you. Back to Westeros. If... if it brings you some closure..."

His voice trailed off, leaving the gruesome image hanging in the air. Jon looked at Grey Worm, his own pain reflecting in his eyes. The news was hard for everyone to hear, but for Grey Worm, it was surely even harder.

Grey Worm was silent for a moment, studying Jon with an unreadable expression. Then, slowly, he nodded. There was no need for words - his gesture said it all. His gratitude was unspoken, but evident. Jon had offered him closure, a way to finally say goodbye to his queen, and for that, he was thankful. Despite their differences and the tense past between them, in that moment, a silent understanding passed between the two men.

"You said he was possessed by this souron... does that mean he's still running around somewhere...?" Gendry asked.

Jon looked at them all, his gaze lingering on each one - Sansa, Gendry, and then Grey Worm and his men. He nodded solemnly before speaking, his voice filled with honesty and a hint of trepidation.

"You asked about Sauron... Yes, he possessed the Night King. As for whether he's still around... we don't know. We don't know where he is right now. But, there is a way to stop him. Destroying his Ring of Power is our best bet. It seems that on this world, only one person can do it, a woman named Thrudd. She's the daughter of Thor, a god from another universe. She has a hammer with immense power."

Jon paused, the gravity of the situation sinking in. He felt the need to emphasize the seriousness of what they were dealing with.

"The Night King... He's changed. He's become something called a Ringwraith. He's bigger, has darker powers, and his armor is more intricate. It's worse than before... much worse. And if you can't destroy the Ring, then you're out of luck because he'll keep coming back. I thought you all should know... What we're up against."

His words echoed around the room, each syllable a reminder of the daunting task they were facing. Yet, in his voice, there was also determination. Despite the uncertainty and the fear, they wouldn't back down. They couldn't. The fate of countless worlds hung in the balance.

Sansa looked taken aback, the colour draining from her face. She had faced so much already, witnessed horrors she could never forget. The thought of another threat, one even worse than the Night King, was overwhelming. But her eyes also held determination. She had survived so much, and she would face this, too.

Gendry's expression was one of shock and disbelief. He looked at Jon, then to Arya, and back again. His world had been turned upside down once again, but he was resilient. He was a blacksmith - he understood the power of forged metal. The idea of a ring holding such power was strange, but not entirely unfathomable.

Grey Worm's face remained impassive, his stoic demeanor hiding the turmoil beneath. He was a soldier, a trained fighter. This was just another battle to fight, another enemy to defeat. But deep within his eyes, there was a hint of fear. Fear not for himself, but for the men under his command, for those he cared for. This Sauron seemed like an enemy unlike any they had faced before. And yet, there was also resolve in his gaze. He would fight, to his last breath if necessary.

Upon hearing the warning, Logan's face hardened into a grim mask. "Everyone, brace yourselves!" he barked, raising his voice over the growing roar of the incoming ship. "Looks like we've got some unexpected company. Imperial forces from another world are about to crash land nearby."

Jon immediately grabbed his sword while Arya's hand went to her own weapon. Sansa, her face pale but determined, stepped back, positioning herself behind the seasoned fighters. Gendry's eyes went wide, but he nodded, his blacksmith's muscles tensing, ready to defend if needed.

Grey Worm's soldier instincts kicked in, and he quickly moved to gather his men, giving them quick, concise orders. His expression remained stoic, but the tension in his posture was palpable.

The air vibrated with the thunderous noise of the approaching Star Destroyer. The ground shook under their feet as the massive ship streaked across the sky, a fiery tail in its wake. As the ship hit the ocean, a massive wave surged towards them, followed by a rush of steam and smoke as the hot metal met the water.

In the face of impending danger, the group held their ground, waiting for whatever was to come next. The debris of the ship scattered around them, but the area where they stood remained untouched. As the smoke and steam began to clear, they prepared themselves for whatever was to come next.

Wonder Woman, her expression serious, took a few steps forward, her hands on her hips and her shield ready. Beside her, Superman squared his shoulders and took to the sky, his eyes scanning the surrounding area for any immediate threats. He was ready to act at a moment's notice.

Geralt, Lambert, and Eskel stood together, each witcher's hand resting on the hilt of their sword. Their gazes were sharp, scanning the wreckage and surrounding areas for any signs of movement. They were familiar with battles, and this was just another one to face.

Deadpool was predictably unpredictable, making flippant remarks and adjusting his katanas. Despite his nonchalant demeanor, his eyes were alert, and his stance told a different story - he was ready for a fight.

Karl, with Van Helsing, was on the defensive. He may not have had the experience of a warrior, but he had been learning. He had a stake in one hand and a silver bullet-loaded pistol in the other, his eyes wide and his stance defensive.

Everyone was alert, prepared, and ready to face whatever came out of the wreckage. Whether it was friend or foe, they knew they had to be prepared to protect themselves and each other.

As the colossal Star Destroyer ground to a halt, its towering form blocked out the sun, casting a huge shadow over the group below. The immense ship hung ominously in the sky, its pointed bow looming menacingly just above them. Its massive size was awe-inspiring, even more so up close.

The distinctive, repetitive alarm echoed ominously, vibrating through the air and reverberating through their bodies. It was a clear sign of chaos and confusion within the ship, and it created a tense atmosphere on the ground as well.

Flashes of red and white light flickered in the windows of the gargantuan craft, probably the result of internal systems trying to stabilize and crew members scrambling to understand their new, unexpected location. It was clear that the ship's sudden arrival in this world was as surprising to them as it was to those observing from the ground.

Despite their readiness for battle, there was a tangible sense of hesitation among the group. They were prepared for a fight, yes, but none of them were eager to engage a confused and likely panicked crew of a Star Destroyer. The situation was precarious, and they all knew it.

Superman, taking the lead, ascended rapidly towards the looming behemoth of the Star Destroyer. His iconic red cape fluttered behind him as he gracefully maneuvered his way to the command center. Reaching the extensive window, he knocked gently, attracting the attention of bewildered officers inside.

They watched in disbelief as the Kryptonian, sporting his emblematic "S" on his chest, gestured towards the ground. His demeanor was non-threatening, his message clear: he was inviting them to communicate, not engage in combat.

In the backdrop of their interstellar confusion, the last thing the crew needed was to initiate an unnecessary conflict, and Superman's peaceful approach gave them an alternative to consider.

His intent gaze held steady on the personnel within the command center, awaiting their response, while down below, the rest of the group watched on, their own apprehension reflected in the uncertainty of the Star Destroyer's crew.

Inside the command center, the lead officer, visibly taken aback by the unexpected visitor, quickly regained his composure. He gave a curt nod in response to Superman's gesture, signaling his agreement to engage in dialogue.

He then turned towards his men, his gaze stern and resolute. He motioned towards a small group of personnel, indicating they were to accompany him. His commands, though brief, echoed in the control room with clear-cut authority. A contingent of Stormtroopers, their white armor gleaming under the control room's lights, promptly fell into formation behind him.

With the air of an experienced commander, he led his men towards the exit of the command center, their synchronized footsteps resonating in the stillness. As they exited the Star Destroyer, they were greeted by the sight of Superman hovering in the air, watching their approach. Around him, the lush island of Hawaii stretched out in a stunning panorama. The stage was set for the conversation that would decide their next course of action.

…

A few minutes later.

"You wished to speak...?" The officer asked, followed by several of his men.

Superman, with an air of calm authority, answered the officer's question. "Yes, I did," he began, his voice steady and commanding respect. "You're not where you think you are. This is not your universe, nor your Earth. You've been brought here through a 'conjunction', a phenomenon we are still trying to fully understand."

The officer listened, his expression revealing a mixture of skepticism and curiosity. "And you are...?" he asked, still sizing up this unfamiliar figure.

"I am Superman," he replied, "an ally. I don't want any unnecessary conflict here. We all have a common goal: to return to our home universes. We are willing to help you in understanding your new circumstances and finding a way back. Are you willing to cooperate?"

For a moment, the officer seemed to consider this, his gaze thoughtfully scanning the superhero. The silence stretched out before he finally broke it. "Very well, Superman. We are willing to cooperate. What's the next step?"

"Your situation is unique," Superman began, his tone firm but not aggressive. "You've crash-landed on the outskirts of a heavily populated island. The local residents are undoubtedly alarmed and will require reassurance. We need to maintain order and prevent any undue panic."

He then nodded towards a group of individuals who were beginning to mobilize nearby. "Those are agents from S.H.I.E.L.D., a peacekeeping agency that operates in this world. They will coordinate with your men, guiding the cleanup process and offering any necessary aid."

Superman then turned his attention back to the officer. "Given the circumstances, we would normally have you escorted away from the population center and sorted out in a less volatile environment. But considering the size of your crew and the need for immediate action, I'm trusting you to cooperate with S.H.I.E.L.D."

He paused for a moment, allowing the gravity of his words to settle. "You're guests in this world, as we all are in a sense. Your actions from this point forward will determine how your crew is treated. Consider my words carefully. The well-being of your people depends on your willingness to cooperate."

Superman's words hung in the air between them for a moment, his unwavering gaze held on the officer. A thick silence fell over the two as the officer turned Superman's words over in his mind. This was a situation unlike any he'd encountered before - marooned on an unfamiliar world with his crew and ship, far from the familiar chain of command of the Empire. His duty, however, was clear - the safety of his crew was his utmost priority.

After a long pause, the officer finally nodded, turning his attention back towards the towering Star Destroyer. "Very well," he admitted, realizing the futility of any resistance. "We'll cooperate with your... S.H.I.E.L.D."

He turned back to his men, who were watching the exchange with bated breath. "Listen up," he ordered, his voice loud and clear. "We're in uncharted territory here, far from home. We've been advised to cooperate with the local forces, a group named S.H.I.E.L.D. They'll be assisting us with the cleanup process and maintaining order. This is not a request - it's an order. We have to keep the peace here, for our own well-being and that of the locals. No unnecessary hostilities. Are we clear?"

A chorus of affirmative responses echoed back to him. He watched as his men dispersed to meet the arriving S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, a sense of relief washing over him as he realized they would not have to face this strange, new world alone. They were indeed far from home, but at least they wouldn't be facing it alone.

Upon Superman's return, the assembled group was already buzzing with murmurs of appreciation. The Man of Steel landed smoothly, brushing off the implied accolades with a humble nod.

"Nicely done, Supes," Logan acknowledged, a gruff note of respect in his voice.

"That was... incredibly diplomatic," Jon admitted, his eyes still on the towering Star Destroyer in the distance. The reality of this situation was beginning to set in, the gravity of an entire Star Destroyer crew now stranded on their Earth.

Arya, standing a step behind Jon, chimed in, "They better listen to you."

Superman offered a small smile in response. "They're just as lost as we all were when we first got here. It's in their best interest to cooperate."

There was a mutual understanding, a sense of unity among them. Despite the differences in their origins, they were all foreigners in this new world. Having survived and adapted to their new reality, they now had the responsibility to guide others through the chaos. This was but another challenge, another test they needed to face - together.

…

As their convoy of boats cut through the tranquil sea, Jon and Arya took turns briefing Sansa, Gendry, and Grey Worm about their new environment.

"Gotta say, it's not the usual crowd," Arya started, her gaze panning over the vast stretch of water before them. "You'll see all sorts of beings on this island. People from different worlds, different times, even different universes. And not just people... Dragons, robots, all sorts of mythical creatures, you name it."

Jon nodded, picking up where his sister left off. "It's going to be a bit of a shock. I still remember my first day here... It was a lot to take in. But everyone's in the same boat. We're all trying to figure this out together."

Wonder Woman, who had been silent for a while, finally chimed in. "We're all strangers in a strange land here. But we're doing our best to make it home, to make it work. You're not alone."

Grey Worm, looking pensive, took a moment to process the information. "How do we fit into this new world?" he asked, his gaze shifting between the familiar faces of Jon and Arya, and the unfamiliar face of Wonder Woman.

"That's something you'll have to figure out for yourselves," Logan replied, steering the boat expertly through the waves. "But remember, we're here to help each other. If you need any assistance or have any questions, just ask."

The boats continued their journey towards the island, the new arrivals taking in their surreal surroundings as they braced themselves for what lay ahead.

…

Megara, or Meg as she preferred, had her clipboard at the ready, marking down relevant details about each new arrival as they disembarked from the boat. Her years of dealing with all sorts of individuals from her native Greece had trained her well for such situations.

Standing beside her, Yennefer and Kira cradled their pregnant bellies with a certain calmness that came with their magical capabilities, as they engaged in conversation with the new arrivals. Triss, Fringilla, and Philippa, although not pregnant themselves, radiated a sense of familiarity that put the newcomers at ease.

Pieck and Hange, recently freed from the Titan curse and the parasitic control, had a certain empathy in their eyes as they chatted and reassured the new faces.

"Let's start with the basics," Meg initiated, pencil hovering above her clipboard. "Name, origin, any special abilities we should be aware of?"

Yennefer, standing next to her, turned towards Grey Worm and his troops. "We know it's been a long journey. We're here to make this transition as smooth as possible for you. Could you share about your combat experiences, abilities?"

Meanwhile, Triss and Fringilla found themselves in conversation with Sansa and Gendry, sharing their empathy towards their sudden displacement and reassuring them of the resources available on the island.

Philippa, with her intense gaze, was more interested in assessing potential magical abilities. "We don't often encounter individuals from different realms. Understanding your abilities would help us to better accommodate you and the others."

On the other hand, Pieck and Hange, with their recent liberation from the titan forms, provided comforting assurances to the new arrivals. They were not alone in this strange world. Pieck especially took keen interest in getting to know the newcomers, while Hange was captivated by the variety and potential this new group held.

In such a manner, each woman took on a role befitting their skills and experiences, working in harmony to handle the new influx of arrivals.

Sansa, Gendry, Grey Worm, and the others listened attentively as Meg, Yennefer, Kira, and the others explained the current situation. They exchanged glances, uncertainty etched in their expressions, but there was also a glimmer of relief. At least they weren't alone.

Responses varied between disbelieving silence, nervous laughter, and hesitant nods. However, the overwhelming surrealness of their situation was evident. After providing their information, they were allowed to retire, left to digest the enormity of their new reality.

As the sun began to set, the newcomers found themselves within the bustling hub of the Kroako compound. They watched, slightly bewildered, as a whirlwind of a creature, the Tasmanian Devil, darted around serving food with a tornado for legs. At the same table, the perennially pursued Road Runner and the ever-hungry Wile E. Coyote sat side by side. The Coyote's eyes bulged out of his head at the sight of a roasted turkey before him - a sight he'd often fantasized about but never achieved.

Beside them, the adorable robot WALL-E unfolded a compartment and pulled out a drink, filling glasses under the watchful eye of a repurposed officer droid.

Across from this spectacle, Yennefer and Geralt were deeply engrossed in conversation, their own plates untouched. Lambert and Kira were seated together, sharing quiet words. Nearby, the legendary figures Batman, Wonder Woman, and Superman were also tucking into their meals, their caped silhouettes creating an impressive sight against the twilight.

For Sansa, Gendry, Grey Worm, and the others, it was an overwhelming scene, filled with both the fantastical and the impossible. Yet, amidst this strange, new world, they could also sense a distinct, welcoming warmth. They were far from home, in a world beyond their wildest dreams, yet there was a strange sense of community and togetherness that eased their fears and allowed them to look towards the future with hope.

…

In a different location, shrouded in secrecy, Mother Righteous was holding a clandestine meeting with a group of unsavory characters. Her voice was a low, eager whisper as she revealed her grand plan.

"I'm close," she said, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "So very close to dealing the X-Men a blow they will never forget. It's a plan so deliciously horrific, even Logan - yes, the Logan of their timeline - will have no choice but to turn against their precious Quiet Council."

She savored the shock and delight that passed over her co-conspirators' faces, their curiosity piqued.

"We're going to rip their pathetic little island apart," she continued, her voice filled with glee. "And the best part? It's all about the truth... about who they are, who they've allowed into their council. The monsters they've allowed to sit at their table, dictating the future of mutantkind."

The room went silent as the implication of her words settled in. The smile on Mother Mercy's face widened. "And for the pièce de résistance, we have Laura. Poor, sweet Laura from their world will be taken out by her counterpart here. This will cause even more tension...a deep wound that they can't heal from."

Her laughter echoed through the room as she finished, "Because at the end of the day, their precious resurrection doesn't last forever. It ends, just like it did here...and they'll realize they're not as immortal as they think they are."

…

Within the tranquil walls of the New Horizons school, Destiny was deep in meditation. Her focused state was broken when the Core's voice echoed in the space, alerting her of imminent danger in the original timeline.

" Mother Righteous is making her move," the Core's voice reverberated. "She plans to exploit their vulnerability, to reveal the truth about resurrection. It will shatter the unity of the mutant nation in their world, creating a chasm that will be impossible to bridge."

Destiny's heart pounded in her chest as the gravity of the situation began to sink in.

"She intends to turn the humans against the mutants, fueling a division that could be the downfall of all they've worked for. The mutant nation will be in turmoil, the unity they've fought so hard to maintain will crumble."

The Core continued, the urgency in his voice palpable. "The worst part is, unless you and Logan from that timeline intervene, the mutants are set on a dark path that leads to disaster. Krakoa will become a foe instead of a haven."

Destiny's eyes flashed open, the weight of the information hanging heavily in the air. The future of the mutants was in jeopardy, and it was up to her to help prevent this catastrophe. The original timeline needed her. It needed Logan. And they needed to act swiftly before Mother Mercy carried out her vicious plan.

The Core's voice continued, its tone grave and purposeful. "Destiny, you need to prepare yourself. Mother Righteous is about to show them how far they can fall. This will not be a gentle revelation; it will be a brutal awakening. They will witness the severity of their transgressions and the depth of their mistakes."

The voice paused momentarily, as if to emphasize the gravity of its next words. "Be on guard. In that timeline, you will encounter a version of yourself. She is much more akin to your former identity as Irene, a reflection of your past self. She will challenge you, question you, possibly even try to stop you."

The Core's words echoed in the room, filling the silence with its somber warning. Destiny could feel a cold shiver crawl down her spine as she absorbed the information. This wasn't going to be easy. Not only would she have to prevent the imminent disaster, but she would also have to confront her own past, a past she had long since left behind.

"But remember," The Core's voice softened slightly. "Your strength lies not just in your abilities but in your resolve. You are not the woman you were. You are Destiny. And you have the power to change the fate of the mutants. Trust in that."

As Destiny relayed the information from The Core, a grim silence fell over the room. Every pair of eyes stared back at her, heavy with the weight of the task that lay ahead.

…

Jean, Magneto, Storm, Kitty Pryde, Colossus, Cyclops, and the rest of the school staff wore expressions of concern. Logan, both versions, clenched their fists in quiet resolve, knowing all too well the harsh realities they'd have to confront. Laura held onto Derrick, her lover, and the father of her children, Orion and Aurora, her gaze filled with a determined fire.

They each had their worries, their fears, but they all shared a common resolve. They would do whatever it took to avert this looming disaster.

Preparations began immediately. Destiny and Mystique, the team's veteran strategists, took charge, coordinating the details of their mission. Each member was given a role, a purpose. The atmosphere was heavy with anticipation and dread, yet underpinning it all was an unwavering spirit of unity.

The task was monumental, the challenge daunting. Not only did they have to prevent Mother Righteous from executing her malicious plan, but they also had to convince their counterparts from the original timeline of the fatal flaws in their concept of resurrection. They had to shatter a fantasy, a deeply cherished belief, and present a harsh reality in its place.

But perhaps the hardest task fell on Logan. He'd have to confront his own beliefs, his past convictions, and bridge the gap between the illusion of immortality and the inevitability of mortality. He had to convince his former comrades that the fantasy they so firmly held onto was a façade, a hollow promise.

As they prepared to embark on their mission, they could only hope that their words would be heeded, their warnings would be heard. And so, with their hearts heavy yet unyielding, they set off to change the course of mutant history.

The Core's voice echoed within the confines of the room as he spoke the words that would open the portal. "The time to cross the veil is upon us. Prepare yourselves for the journey."

As if obeying some hidden command, the air within the room began to shudder and ripple. A shimmering veil of light began to expand before them, growing larger and brighter until it filled the room. The sight was awe-inspiring, a testament to the Core's unimaginable power.

With a final glance at each other, the group steeled themselves and stepped forward. As they moved, the portal seemed to pull them in, the world around them blurring and distorting until they were swallowed by the light.

In an instant, they found themselves in an entirely different location. They had arrived in the council chambers of the original timeline. It was a familiar sight to some, a room filled with high-ranking mutants discussing the current state of affairs. They had stepped into the events of another timeline, one void of hope.

The room went silent as their sudden appearance shocked the council members. There, in the midst of their regular meeting, was a group of mutants who looked strikingly like them, only slightly different. The air in the council chambers became thick with tension, and for a moment, everyone could only stare in stunned silence.

Taking a deep breath, Logan stepped forward to break the silence, "We need to talk," he said, his voice firm but not aggressive, "We've got a problem. A big one." And with that, they began their mission, fully aware of the hurdles they had to cross and the harsh realities they had to expose.

As the palpable tension hung heavy in the council chambers, it was Xavier who broke the silence. "What are you suggesting?" His gaze drifted across the crowd of assembled mutants before settling on the man Laura was closely holding to her side. There was something distinctive about him. His mind was a mystery to Xavier, an unreadable fortress that made the veteran telepath uneasy.

Logan exhaled, glancing at the X-Men he had come to know in this timeline, the ones he had bled and battled with, lost and mourned. His features hardened, preparing to disclose an inconceivable reality.

"Mother Righteous," He began, the name laden with a gravity that caused an uneasy ripple through the room. "She's coming. And she's bringing with her a destructive force." He swallowed, his voice hoarse. "She's weaponizing the truth. The truth about... resurrection."

Silence fell in the room, the word 'resurrection' echoing ominously. They had all been touched by its promise, believed in the hope it provided. A hope for a second chance. A hope for a life reclaimed.

"But it's not real." Logan's voice was almost a whisper, his words painting a chilling reality. "They're... they're clones. We're only bringing back clones."

The silence deepened, each word hanging in the room like a shroud. The implications of Logan's revelation were catastrophic. The resurrection protocols, the very backbone of their new mutant nation, were nothing but a farce.

"We've seen it, confirmed it," Logan added, his tone etched with a grim finality. "There are countless versions of us, trapped in Limbo. It's not a second life. It's a mimicry of existence. But it's not us. It's not... real."

His words hung in the air, a chilling testament to a bitter reality. The council chamber was filled with stunned faces, the unveiled truth threatening to shatter their world. Their eyes were wide with disbelief, fear, and an unsettling sense of dread. The truth was now laid bare, and there was no turning back.

Hope Summers, the beacon of the mutant rebirth and the first one born in this generation, rose to her feet. Her fiery red hair shimmered under the council room's light as she narrowed her green eyes at Logan. "And why should we trust you?" she challenged, her voice cutting through the stifling silence.

Logan met her stare with a steady gaze, not flinching from the raw accusation in her words. He had been where she was, blinded by the optimism and invincibility that resurrection promised. And he had seen where it led.

"Why?" he retorted, his voice steady despite the tension coiling in his gut. "Because resurrection... it's not life. It's not real. It changes people, changes relationships." His gaze fell downwards thinking of, Hank McCoy, known as Beast, a friend who had turned a corner with his ethical decisions under the false security resurrection provided. "It made Beast believe he was always in the right... that he had nothing to lose."

His words were met with a hushed silence, but he continued, unswayed. "It makes you think you're invincible... that you're beyond consequences. But you're not. No one is. This world... your world... is already on the brink. The tension, the fear... it's palpable."

Logan's gaze then shifted to Charles Xavier, his friend, mentor, and leader of this world's X-Men. "Charles... if they won't believe my words, let them believe my thoughts. Read my mind... See the truth for yourselves."

His declaration was met with stunned silence. It was an audacious request, a daring challenge, but also a desperate plea. Logan had seen the damage the false promise of resurrection could do. And he was determined to prevent this world from walking the same path. It was now up to the X-Men of this world to decide their fate.

There was a heavy pause in the room as everyone took in Logan's proclamation. The once bustling council chamber was eerily silent, the weight of Logan's words hanging over them like a dark cloud. The sound of uneasy breaths echoed through the room, punctuated by the occasional shuffle of a foot or the soft rustle of clothing.]

Slowly, Xavier nodded, his gaze never leaving Logan. "Alright, Logan," he said, his voice steady. "Let's see what you're so eager for us to know."

With that, Xavier gently touched his temple, his signature move before he delved into someone else's mind. His eyes met Logan's, and in an instant, a connection was forged. Xavier's eyes glazed over, lost in the labyrinth of Logan's memories.

The room held its breath as they watched. They saw Xavier's brows furrow, his jaw tighten. They saw his fingers tremble ever so slightly on his temple. They saw the flash of shock in his eyes, the dawning realization of the truth, the horror of what he was uncovering.

Logan watched Xavier, his gaze resolute. He'd lived through the horrors of a reality manipulated by false hope. He'd seen the devastation it had wrought, and he was determined to prevent it from happening again.

Finally, Xavier broke the connection, his eyes fluttering open. He took a moment to steady himself, to regain his bearings. His face was pale, his eyes haunted. He looked at Logan, then at the rest of the council.

"Logan speaks the truth," Xavier said quietly. The words seemed to echo through the room, sending a chill down everyone's spine. There was no room for doubt in his voice, no room for disbelief. "Resurrection... It's not what we thought it was."

A stunned silence filled the room, a somber reflection of the reality they now had to face. The truth of resurrection had been revealed, and it was far more harrowing than any of them could have imagined.

There was a ripple of shock that spread through the council as they processed Xavier's words.

Storm, a beacon of calm in any tempest, now showed signs of disarray. Her eyes, normally clear and determined, held a storm of their own—anger, betrayal, disbelief. She had lost so many friends, comforted in the knowledge that they would return, that they would be the same. The realization that it was all an illusion hit her like a gale-force wind.

Mystique, always so composed, now looked visibly shaken. Her shape seemed unstable, as though she was struggling to maintain her form. She'd seen firsthand the cost of resurrection but had found solace in the belief that they were truly resurrecting their kind. The truth was a blow she hadn't anticipated.

Emma Frost, the epitome of icy composure, was a sculpture of silent disbelief. The implications of the revelation were profound, even devastating. The resurrection protocols for humans, the returned daughter to that human family—it had all been a lie. The weight of this realization was reflected in her rigid stance and set jaw.

Nightcrawler's eyes were a whirlpool of emotions, his tail twitched nervously. As a man of faith, he had struggled with the concept of resurrection, his beliefs challenged. The confirmation of his deepest fears was an affirmation he had not sought.

Exodus looked aghast, his eyes wide with the revelation. A staunch supporter of the resurrection, the truth was a devastating contradiction of everything he had advocated for. His gaze was distant, already foreseeing the ramifications of this disclosure.

Xavier himself, the champion of the resurrection, bore a stunned expression. He'd held onto the hope, the belief that they were giving their people a second chance. Now he was left grappling with the implications of their actions and their profound repercussions.

The atmosphere in the council was heavy, each member was a bastion in the mutant community, and each was dealing with the profound impact of the revelation. The truth about resurrection was a reality they had never contemplated, and now they had no choice but to confront it.

"We're telling you this because we can't let you make the same mistake we did," Magneto from the other timeline began, his voice carrying a weight of sorrow and regret. "You must understand that life... it is precious. Without that realization, we are all doomed."

He turned towards the quiet, ominous presence of Kroako. "You must respect the sanctity of life. Because at the end of the day, there's no difference between mutants and humans. We are both tainted by the same darkness. The sinister future we have seen should make that more than clear."

His gaze then shifted back to the council, the shadows of the room playing across his face. "Our Xavier is gone, and we were banished from our island... our whole nation fell apart. But you... you don't have to make the same mistakes. You have the chance to prevent this devastation, to save your people from the lies and the darkness."

In his voice, the council heard the echoes of their own fears, their own doubts. Magneto's words rang out in the quiet council room, a stark and sobering reminder of the consequences of their actions. His speech, while difficult to hear, was necessary. It was a plea, a warning, and a hopeful beacon, all at once.

With that, the Logan from this timeline exhaled a weary breath, his eyes shadowed with grief and regret. "I wish to see Laura now," he said, his voice choked with emotion. "Both of them from this world...the original and the resurrected ones... I wish to make amends for not being there for them."

As the council members looked on, struck by his words, walked past them, his movements slow and heavy. He looked at each of them, his gaze full of a profound sadness that tugged at their hearts. Then, without another word, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving behind a weighty silence.

His journey was not over. He had to find his daughters in this world, both versions of Laura, and apologize. He had to make amends for his absence, for his failure as a father. His heart ached at the thought of the pain he had caused them, but he knew he had to face them. Only then could he begin to make things right.

Once Logan's footsteps had faded away, the council chamber filled with a silence that was heavy and profound. Each member was left with their thoughts, processing the truth of Logan's words and the severity of the revelations he'd brought. The atmosphere was thick with emotion - shock, sorrow, regret, and a certain sense of dread for the challenges that lay ahead.

The council looked at each other, the weight of their responsibility heavy on their shoulders. One by one, they began to nod. No words were necessary; their expressions said it all. They had to act, they had to make amends.

A consensus was reached, one born out of the harsh truth and the painful acceptance of their mistakes. They decided, unanimously, to end the process of resurrection. They would reveal the truth about it, about the clones, about the falsehood they had all been living under.

This would be their first step toward healing, toward rebuilding trust with the world and with themselves. It would not be easy, and there would likely be fallout, but it was necessary. Only by confronting the truth could they begin to right their wrongs and work towards a better future.

…

Logan from the original timeline found himself in a room with two versions of Laura, one aged and wise, the other young and full of life, both a testament to the woman she had become. Scott Summers and Jean Grey were also there, listening quietly, a look of somber understanding on their faces.

He took a moment to collect his thoughts, then began to speak. His voice was heavy with regret and his words were delivered with a painstaking honesty that made the room go silent. He talked about the mistakes they had made, the consequences of their actions. He explained about resurrection, about the clones, and about the deception they had all lived under.

He spoke of the bitter truth, of the preciousness of life, and how their actions had demeaned its sanctity. He apologized for his absence, for the years he had lost, for not being there for them when they needed him the most. His words were an echo of the pain he felt, a testament to the burden of guilt he carried with him.

He asked for their forgiveness and understanding, promising that he would do everything in his power to correct his past mistakes and to ensure that the future was better than the past. His heartfelt sincerity resonated in the silent room, and the depth of his remorse was visible in his eyes.

As Logan finished speaking, the resurrected Laura sat in silence, her expression unreadable. She was absorbing every word that Logan had shared, trying to understand her existence in this new light.

After a few minutes of silence, she stood up. Her eyes held a complex mixture of emotions - confusion, shock, a hint of sadness, but also gratitude. "I...I need a moment," she finally said, her voice barely a whisper. She then looked at Logan directly, her gaze filled with a mixture of confusion and understanding. "But thank you, Logan. For telling me...for being honest."

Without another word, she turned and walked out of the room, her steps echoing through the silence that her departure had left behind. The others in the room watched her leave, each of them grappling with the weight of the revelation and its implications.

But through it all, there was an undercurrent of hope - a sense that even though the path ahead was hard and filled with challenges, they had taken a step in the right direction. They had faced a difficult truth and chosen to confront it. And in doing so, they had begun the process of healing and finding a way to move forward.

…

In a quiet corner of the complex, Destiny found herself face-to-face with her counterpart from this universe. Their meeting was one filled with an unspoken understanding, a connection forged by their shared experiences and unique abilities. Destiny's gaze held a mixture of sympathy and respect as she spoke about the Core and its revelations.

"We were warned," Destiny began, her voice solemn. "The Core foresaw this. It saw the pain and turmoil that would come if we continued down the path of resurrection. The loss of respect for the sanctity of life, the deception, the division...all of it."

She paused, letting her words sink in. "But it also showed us something else - the devastation that would befall us if the truth was revealed by Mother Righteous. She sought to use it as a weapon, a tool to rip apart the fabric of our society. The Core saw the damage she could inflict, and it warned us."

Her counterpart listened quietly, her eyes reflecting the gravity of their situation. They understood the weight of their responsibility, the importance of their role in shaping their society's future.

"It was necessary for the truth to come from us," Destiny continued. "Our people needed to hear it from those they trust, those who could guide them through the difficult times ahead. We had to control the narrative, not just for our survival, but for our future."

Her words echoed in the silence that followed, a potent reminder of the challenges they faced and the difficult journey they had ahead.

…

Stepping into the bustling environment of the Daily Bugle, Mother Righteous moved with an aura of calm confidence. The weight of her mission bore heavy on her, but it was a burden she bore willingly.

As she stepped up to the cluster of journalists, an air of anticipation fell upon the room. The truth she was about to unveil was designed to strike at the very heart of mutant society, shaking the foundations of what they believed and what they had built.

In the distance, the mutant island of Krakoa stood as a testament to a vision of unity and peace. Unbeknownst to its inhabitants, they were on the precipice of a revelation that would shatter the tranquillity they held dear. Orchis, the clandestine anti-mutant organization, watched from afar, biding their time.

Mother Righteous began to speak, her voice steady and resolute. She unravelled the secrets of the resurrection process, revealing the uncomfortable truth of the clone creation. The implications were far-reaching, the reality a stark contrast to the dream that had been sold to the mutant community.

The journalists were stunned, their silence echoing the shock of the revelation. As they sprang into action, fact-checking and preparing for the release of a shocking exposé, Mother Righteous observed with a grim satisfaction. Her plan was unfolding just as she had predicted.

The vision of unity and peace that mutants held dear was threatened, and as the world reeled from this revelation, the stage was set for division and conflict. The ramifications of her actions were far from clear, but one thing was certain: the mutant world was about to undergo a seismic shift.

…

At a secluded spot on the island, the resurrected Laura found solace in a bottle, her mind spiraling from the earth-shattering revelation. The truth of her existence had shaken her to her core. Every sip she took seemed to numb the emotional torment she was undergoing, but it did little to clear the fog of confusion clouding her mind.

Meanwhile, the quiet council was gathering, preparing to relay the troubling truth to the unsuspecting community. The air was thick with tension, every member acutely aware of the implications of what they were about to reveal.

Suddenly, the calm was shattered as Laura experienced a sudden mental breakdown. She fell to the ground, her eyes wide with fear, her body convulsing as she cried out incoherently. Her anguished cries echoed through the stillness, drawing the attention of the other Laura.

The elder Laura rushed over, kneeling by her younger counterpart's side. She tried to calm her down, but it was clear something was seriously wrong. Her skin was feverishly hot to the touch, her pulse racing, her breaths coming out in shallow gasps.

The other timeline's Logan, drawn by the commotion, approached the scene. As he neared, he sniffed the air, his expression changing from worry to dread. He recognized the scent instantly. The flowers that Krakoa used for medicinal purposes, specifically designed to soothe and heal, but with one devastating flaw – their highly addictive properties.

His eyes widened as he realized what was happening. Mother Righteous' signal had been activated, targeting this version of Laura, sending her body into a frenzied state of withdrawal. She was in immediate danger, and they had to act fast.

The peaceful scene on the island swiftly unraveled into chaos as Laura's breakdown sparked an onset of violent reactions from the others. Gasps and shouts filled the air as Scott, Magneto, Storm, Jean, and Kitty Pryde noticed the sudden changes in some of their peers. The realization hit them like a punch in the gut - Mother Righteous had activated the berserker signal.

Amidst the panic, Logan from the alternate timeline rushed towards the spasming Laura, his heart pounding in his chest. The older Laura from this universe and her boyfriend Darwin were already there, their faces etched with fear and shock.

But it was too late. The triggered signal had flipped a switch inside Laura, propelling her into a frenzy. In a swift and horrifying motion, she lashed out at Darwin, her claws sinking deep into his head. The chilling sound of rending flesh and the stark sight of blood were instantaneously followed by Darwin's body hitting the ground, lifeless.

A deafening silence followed the brutal incident, each individual frozen in their tracks. Logan's eyes were glued to the lifeless body of Darwin, his heart aching with the piercing realization of what had just happened. This world's Laura, standing over the body of her lover, could only stare in wide-eyed disbelief at the cruel reality that had unfolded before her eyes.

The tragic sight of Darwin's lifeless body on the ground shattered something inside the older Laura. She fell to her knees next to him, her hands trembling as she reached out to touch his face, still warm, still familiar. Her breath hitched in her throat, her mind unable to process the brutal reality of what just happened. The grief overwhelmed her, crashing over her in merciless waves. She broke down, sobs tearing from her throat, her body shaking uncontrollably. Her anguished cries echoed across the island, a harrowing testament to the loss she had just suffered.

Across the scene, the other Laura, the one with Derreck, was just as shocked, her eyes wide as she watched the older Laura's grief-stricken breakdown. After a moment, she nodded to Derreck, her gaze imploring him to do something, anything, to help.

As the two Logans managed to hold the berserk Laura down, Derreck stepped forward. His expression was stern, focused, his gaze locked on Laura's frenzied eyes. He gently placed a hand on her forehead, and with a soft word of comfort, used his powers to soothe her turbulent mind. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as her body relaxed, her eyes fluttering closed as she succumbed to the forced sleep.

As the berserk signal from Mother Righteous faded, the situation gradually began to calm down. The mutants affected by it, their bodies trembling and eyes wild with fury, were being immobilized by the collective efforts of the X-Men and their allies. Each one was restrained, their powers nullified for the time being to prevent further harm.

However, not everyone managed to escape unscathed. Among the chaos, a stray burst of energy had hit Storm, burning her side and leaving her gasping in pain. But even in her agony, she displayed an unyielding resilience, gritting her teeth and insisting she was okay.

With the situation under control, the mutants began to regroup, looking at each other with heavy hearts. The air was thick with tension and grief, the horrifying event that had just unfolded leaving them all in a state of shock. The brutal reality of the effect of the addictive flowers and the destructive capability of Mother Righteous's signal had hit them hard. They knew they were in for a long, arduous battle against this menacing foe.

Looking out towards the edge of Krakoa, Derreck's brow furrowed as he caught sight of something peculiar. The fleet of Orchis ships that had been ominously looming at the periphery of the island had begun to turn around. His pulse quickened as he observed the unexpected movement, a sinking feeling settling in his stomach.

Suddenly, he felt a vibration from his pocket. Pulling out a small device, he scanned the incoming news alert, his eyes widening with horror as he read the headline.

"Mother Righteous Leaks Truth About Resurrection to World's Press!"

The device slipped from his hand, clattering onto the ground, the words burned into his mind. The truth of resurrection was no longer a secret. The revelation had the potential to cause chaos and fear, to erode trust, and to forever change the world's perception of mutants.

"Everyone!" Derreck shouted, his voice carrying across the island. "We've got a bigger problem. Mother Righteous... She's exposed the truth about resurrection to the world!"

In the stunned silence that followed, all eyes turned towards him, the gravity of his words sinking in. Krakoa was in for a storm they could not have prepared for.

As the news hit, reactions spread through the crowd like a ripple in a pond. Some stared blankly, unable to comprehend the magnitude of what was happening, while others whispered anxiously, fear and disbelief etched on their faces. The joyous mood that had filled the air just moments ago was now replaced with a tense silence, as if the island itself was holding its breath.

Jean's hand flew to her mouth, her eyes widening in shock. Kitty's face was a mask of stoic disbelief, her eyes distant and cold, already working on what the next steps should be. Cyclops looked like he had been punched in the gut, his blue eyes hardened into icy shards. Storm clutched her side, her face a grimace of pain and fury.

The two Logans, though, wore expressions of absolute fury. The elder Logan's hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white with the force of his grip. He looked like a wild animal cornered, ready to strike out at any moment. The younger Logan, however, remained eerily calm, his face a mask of steely determination. He understood the gravity of the situation but didn't let it cloud his judgement.

There was a palpable tension in the air, a sense of impending doom that hung over them all. Everyone knew that this was only the beginning, that things were about to get much, much worse. And in that moment, all they could do was brace themselves for the storm that was about to hit.

…

In a blur of colors, the Avengers arrived on the scene. Thor's cape billowed behind him, a stark red contrast against the greenery of Krakoa. Iron Man's armor glinted in the sun, casting a metallic sheen over everything. Captain Marvel and Black Panther stood side by side, expressions of concern etched into their faces.

Their leader, Captain America, whose strong silhouette always stood out in any gathering, looked particularly troubled. The man who was once a beacon of hope and steadfast resolve now had a haunted look in his eyes. His gaze moved over the unfamiliar faces, focusing on the sight of the other Logan, the two Lauras and the man named Derreck, who was offering solace to his clearly distraught Laura.

"Tell me it isn't true," Captain America said, his voice barely a whisper, but the weight of it seemed to echo through the entire island. His usually vibrant blue eyes were dull, clouded with confusion and dread.

There was a long, heavy silence as everyone avoided making eye contact with the Avengers. They knew that whatever they said next could not erase the enormity of what had transpired.

And then, the Avengers noticed Darwin, lying lifeless on the ground. A collective gasp went up, a chorus of disbelief. The reality of the situation hit home, and the island was consumed by a chilling sense of despair.

"We...," Jean began, but her voice faltered, catching in her throat. She didn't know where to start, didn't know how to explain. The air was filled with the unsaid, with questions hanging heavy and unvoiced.

With a heavy heart, Scott Summers stepped forward, acknowledging the Avengers' questioning gaze. He glanced towards the lifeless form of Darwin, a look of deep sorrow in his eyes.

"It's true," Scott said, his voice thick with regret. "We...we didn't want it to come to this. We tried to keep it under control, but..."

His words trailed off, and he cast a glance towards Derreck, who was still comforting his distraught Laura.

"Mother Righteous...she's the one who leaked the information to the press," Jean Grey added, stepping forward next to Scott. She looked at each of the Avengers in turn, her eyes conveying the immense regret she felt. "She's also the one who activated the berserker signal. It...it drove our resurrected Laura to a point of madness. It... it was her who..."

She didn't finish the sentence, but she didn't need to. The implication was clear, and the Avengers shared glances of shock and disbelief.

"Darwin..." Captain America uttered, his voice barely a whisper. His gaze landed on the older Laura who was grieving by Darwin's lifeless form, her sobbing filling the dreadful silence. The stark reality of the situation began to settle in, the shocking truth of resurrection and the horrible consequence of their secretive practices looming like a dark shadow over Krakoa.

As the shockwaves of the revelation rippled across Krakoa, discontent and anger stirred among the mutants. They had been lied to, manipulated. Their trust had been broken and their sense of security had been shattered. In the distance, Emma Frost, Xavier, and the others could hear the cries and accusations of their fellow mutants, their voices rising in a cacophony of disbelief, hurt, and anger.

"You lied to us!"

"We trusted you!"

"We are not...clones!"

The atmosphere was thick with tension and resentment. The Quiet Council found themselves at the epicenter of the crisis, their authority now openly questioned and challenged. Emma Frost, her usual poised demeanour faltering, struggled to maintain order, while Xavier, burdened by guilt, remained silent, his head bowed low.

The Avengers, witnessing the upheaval, had a hard time processing the enormity of the situation. Captain America turned to Scott, his gaze serious. "We need to talk, Scott. We need answers, and we need to figure out what to do about Mother Righteous."

Scott nodded grimly, glancing over at Jean, Magneto, Storm, and the others from their timeline. They all shared a look of resolve. This was a storm they had to weather together. For Darwin, for Laura, for all mutants, they would need to face the consequences of their actions, bring Mother Righteous to justice, and strive to restore the trust they had broken.

…

The group from the alternate timeline, Logan, Laura, Magneto, Jean, Storm, Kitty, and the unfamiliar one named Derreck, they all started to explain, their words echoing in the now silent council room.

"We're from a different timeline," Logan began, his voice steady yet filled with a sober intensity. "In our world, we realized the truth about resurrection...too late."

Jean continued, her gaze steady on the Avengers. "We've lived through the consequences of the resurrection protocols. We experienced the pain, the division, and the sense of betrayal among our people."

"We came here to warn you," Magneto chimed in, his voice hard. "To stop the same mistakes from happening in this timeline. And to prevent the disaster that Mother Righteous planned."

Scott listened attentively, his gaze switching between the faces of his friends. They had changed. They seemed older, more mature, and...haunted. He realized with a shiver of unease that they were telling the truth.

"Mother Righteous...?" Captain America asked, a furrow of concern marring his forehead.

"She's a mutant supremacist from our timeline," Laura explained, her grip on Derreck's hand tightening. "She planned to expose the truth about resurrection to the world, to sow division and chaos. And it seems...she has succeeded."

Derreck, who had been silent till now, finally spoke. "We were just about to warn you when she struck. We...we were too late."

His words hung heavy in the room, settling onto the hearts of everyone present like a shroud of mourning. They had been too late, and now they had to face the consequences.

The question directed at Derreck seemed to hang in the air, as if demanding an answer. Everyone turned to him, awaiting an introduction. It was the Logan from the alternate timeline who responded.

"Derreck is... complicated. He's the son of Mistress Death and Oblivion, a god and creator of what we call the dark multiverse," Logan said, watching as the information sunk into the Avenger's expressions.

Storm took over the explanation, her voice calm and steady. "The dark multiverse... it's like a parasite, a reality where everything that can go wrong has gone wrong. It's an entropic place, filled with nightmarish possibilities."

There was a pause as they let this sink in. Derreck himself remained silent, his gaze inscrutable.

Captain America turned his gaze to Derreck, his blue eyes narrowed slightly as if trying to discern the truth from the man himself. "I see," he finally said, his tone suggesting that he was processing the information.

"And you two are..." he gestured vaguely to Laura, who stood with Derreck. Her grip on him had tightened unconsciously as the conversation unfolded. She met Steve's gaze squarely, nodding once.

"I'm Laura," she said, her voice steady. "His partner."

"Derreck has been with us for some time now," Logan from the alternate timeline added. "He's proven himself to us... He's part of the team, part of the family."

There was a moment of silence as the Avengers took in this information. Their attention was diverted momentarily by a growing commotion behind them. Emma Frost, Xavier, and others were in a heated discussion with their fellow mutants, their voices loud and desperate.

The Avengers exchanged a look. Captain America took a step forward, his stance resolute. "We may not know everything, but it's clear we need to work together. We have a common enemy in Mother Righteous, and she's just stirred up a hornet's nest. It's time to unite and face this threat together."

And so, the decision was made. Despite the revelations, the losses, and the looming threat, they would face what was coming together.

How they even find mother righteous? Thor asked, and derreck shrugs saying, "the core already knows where she is... he can either bring her here, or he can tell them where she is...", with some of the avengers and other x-men not knowing what he meant by that... He's listening right now given that he's everywhere and nowhere... he looked up..., "right...?"

Thor was about to ask Derreck what he meant when suddenly, a disembodied voice filled the air. Everyone fell silent, their attention instantly captured by the ethereal voice that seemed to come from all directions at once.

"I am the Core," the voice began, its tone solemn yet soothing. "Derreck speaks the truth. I do indeed know where Mother Righteous resides. When you are ready to confront her, I can bring her here or reveal her location to you. The choice is yours."

Stunned silence fell over the assembled Avengers and X-Men. They exchanged glances, processing the confirmation of Derreck's earlier claim. The tension in the air became more palpable, the gravity of the situation sinking in. Now, they had a direct path to Mother Righteous. It was just a matter of deciding their next move.

After a moment of silent consensus, Captain America stepped forward, his gaze steady and resolute. "Core," he said, his voice echoing in the tense silence, "bring Mother Righteous here."

In response, a ripple seemed to pass through the room. It was as though the very air was distorting, bending to the will of the Core. Both Logans, their expressions hardened with determination, unsheathed their claws, the metallic sound reverberating in the silence. All around, muscles tensed, power hummed beneath the skin, ready to spring into action.

And then, as if out of thin air, Mother Righteous materialized. She was mid-sentence, her words meant for the ears of a Daily Bugle journalist, not the grim assembly before her. Her eyes widened in surprise as she took in her surroundings. She looked around, the realization slowly dawning on her, her words trailing off into a stunned silence. She had been transported into the heart of the storm, and her surprise quickly turned into a chilling understanding.

Captain America, his expression a hard mask of righteous fury, stepped forward. "Why?" he demanded, his voice echoing through the chamber. "Why would you do this?"

Mother Righteous regarded him with a cold, disdainful smirk. "It's simple, really," she drawled, her eyes flitting over the assembled heroes and mutants. "You made compromises, too many compromises. You thought you could play god without consequences."

Her gaze landed on Derreck and Laura, a malicious glint in her eyes. Then, she turned her attention to Logan from this timeline, her smirk widening. "Every time I've tried to assert myself, I've failed. But now, I wanted to see this," she gestured around her, "Can you still trust the Quiet Council? Can you trust yourselves?"

The silence that followed her words was deafening. The cold truth of her words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the consequences of their actions. The fury in Logan's eyes became more intense, his entire being seemed to thrum with a raw, primal rage.

And then, he lunged. His movements were a blur, guided by a burning need for justice, for retribution. His claws found their mark, sinking into Mother Righteous with a finality that echoed through the chamber.

Tears streamed down his face as he stood there, the life slowly draining out of Mother Righteous. His breath hitched in his throat, a choking sob. She had been right. And now, there was only the aftermath of her revelation to contend with.

Nobody mourned her, not a single soul shed a tear for Mother Righteous. Even in the face of the bitter truth she had revealed, the destruction she had brought upon them, they couldn't find it within themselves to mourn her loss. Her actions had wounded them deeply, and the scars of those wounds would take time to heal. Her demise, however justified, didn't provide any solace. Instead, it was a grim reminder of the cost of their choices, their compromises. And so, in the quiet aftermath, they stood amidst the wreckage of their trust, each lost in their thoughts, grappling with the reality of what had transpired.

The Core's voice filled the room, a melancholic whisper echoing off the walls. "I hope you understand now the dangers of pride," it began, an empathetic tone weaved into its words. "Pride can be a treacherous thing. It can make you feel invincible, make you believe that you're above consequences, that you're the exception to the rule. It feeds into your sense of self-importance until it consumes you."

The room was silent as the weight of its words settled in. The faces of the council members reflected a grim understanding. They had been so certain of their course, so confident in their resurrection protocols, so sure that they were in the right. Now, they were grappling with the painful consequences of their actions.

"Pride," the Core continued, "it is the oldest of the deadly sins, and the hardest to cope with. It leads to a downfall, a betrayal of one's values and ideals. It blinds you to the truth until it's too late. This... this is what pride has wrought. Pain, betrayal, a loss of the very things you once stood for. I hope you remember this lesson well."

The Core's voice softened further, focusing on the Logan from this timeline. "Logan, I know this is a difficult time, but you have a crucial role to play here. Both Lauras need you now more than ever. The pain they're going through... it's immense. They've lost a loved one, and one of them is grappling with a reality she never thought possible."

"There will be grief, there will be confusion and anger, and possibly even resentment. But you have to stand strong for them. You need to offer comfort, provide solace. Guide them through this storm. It's a difficult task, Logan, but you are more than capable. You have to be their pillar of strength during these turbulent times. Can you do that?" The Core asked, its tone filled with gentle encouragement and firm belief in Logan's strength.

After a long, weighty moment, Logan nodded. His hand brushed the tears from his eyes, his face a hard mask of resolve. His voice, however, betrayed his emotions, wavering but firm, as if he was gathering every ounce of strength left in him.

"I...I'll try," he said, each word heavy with promise and determination. He looked towards both Lauras, their figures a vivid reminder of his resolve. "I'll be there for them... no matter what. I owe them that much."

His promise echoed in the silent room, a solemn vow that seemed to anchor him. Despite the overwhelming grief, Logan seemed more determined than ever, ready to shoulder the burdens that lay ahead.

Leaping forward in time, the X-Men had initiated contact with S.H.I.E.L.D., specifically seeking out Director Nick Fury. They disclosed the full story, sparing no detail - their origin from an alternate timeline, the true nature of resurrection, the truth behind Mother Righteous, her plot, and her ultimate demise.

It was a lot to take in. However, given the gravity of the situation and the recent public exposure, Fury didn't question their credibility. He listened intently, digesting every word, every shocking revelation. The solemn faces of the X-Men across the communication line were all the validation he needed.

Once the X-Men finished, Fury was silent for a moment, his gaze unreadable. Finally, he sighed deeply, running a hand over his bald head. The responsibility now resting on his shoulders was enormous, but he was not one to shirk duty.

The funeral was a solemn event, filled with hushed voices and somber expressions, a fitting send-off for their fallen friend Darwin. His memory was honored with heartfelt speeches, and silent grief, a testament to the impact he had left on their lives.

After the service, the Core presented a portal, shimmering like an ethereal doorway, leading back to the alternate timeline. As they prepared to leave, both Lauras approached the group from the other timeline. Their expressions were heavy, carrying the weight of their grief and the tumultuous events that had transpired.

"We... we want to come with you," said the elder Laura, her gaze steady, resolute despite the sorrow in her eyes. "To your Krakoa. It feels... like it might be a better place for us to heal."

The request hung heavy in the air, poignant and heartrending. No one could fault them for their wish to leave. The trials they had endured, the trauma they had experienced... it had shaken them to their core.

There was a silence as everyone considered the request. Finally, Logan from this timeline stepped forward, his eyes meeting theirs with understanding and empathy.

"I need to go with them," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I need to be there... for both of them."

The collective response was one of understanding, as they all nodded their agreement.

"Of course," Jean finally replied, her voice soft and comforting. "We'd be glad to have you all."

With a shared sense of resolve and unity, they all stepped through the portal together. This timeline's Logan and the two Lauras, their futures uncertain but intertwined, journeyed towards a new life in a different Krakoa, leaving behind a world stunned by revelations and on the brink of upheaval. As the portal closed behind them, it signified the end of an arduous journey and the beginning of a new chapter for them all.