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(the past)
Synapses fire, arcing through the darkness between two brains.
What have you done…, one voice tries to say. Reduced you to the status of a calculator, dear, the other voice mocks. Not oveeerrrr… Not yet…, the first manages. Allow mmmmee… to shhhhare… a thought…
(the present)
“So, honey,” Scott Summers says, crouching over the bleeding form of the White Queen, “you ready to talk about this?” Coming up from behind the X-Man, Cassandra Nova reaches out her hand and grasps Cyclops’ hair, telling him it’s pointless. Hardly worried, Cyclops grabs Cassandra’s outstretched hands and twists until he brings the pistol in his right hand under her chin. “Can’t mess with my head, lady,” he tells her. “I already lost it.” With this, he pulls the trigger with a grin.
His grin now gone, Cyclops is looking down at the corpse of Cassandra Nova when the telepathic voice of Blindfold contacts him. Apologizing, she informs him that someone is trying to get in. Is he, yes, all right? Speaking aloud, he replies that he still can’t access his powers, but otherwise he’s fine for now. She tells her to keep her defenses up in there. She will try, she says, but then adds that she might become distracted. When asked by what, Blindfold replies simply, “terror.” Hovering just in front of her is the snarling and salivating form of the Beast.
Speaking through her terror, Blindfold addresses the Beast by his salutation of Professor McCoy. She tells him that she cannot find his thoughts – she’s keeping close watch on Professor Summers. He has overestimated – excuse her – her abilities. As the Beast continues to bare his fangs, Blindfold asks him if he’s going to eat her. Unable to answer, but suddenly lacking interest, the Beast begins to move away. More confident, Blindfold tells her professor that she thinks he has eaten. Good. This is good. Except they’ll need, yes, a head count of the students later.
As the Beast begins to groom himself with his tongue, Blindfold tells him that, though he cannot understand her, she wants him to know that Professor Summers warned her that he might be reduced. Devolved. Gone. He told her that, if he she couldn’t reach him, she ought to give him this. Something the two of them talked about. What he might want – might have to do – just in case, he said. Holding out the object in question, Blindfold presents a metal box, labeled “Property of Hank McCoy. DO NOT TOUCH.” Opening it up, she presents to the Beast a ball of yarn…
Rather than opening to door, Ord of the Breakworld deigns to simply beak it off from he hinges to gain entry. Moving in behind, Danger tell Ord that she’s going to assume the Breakworld technology hasn’t gotten to doorknobs. Ignoring the jest, Ord simply bellows the question on his mind, “Where is he?” She told him, Danger replies. Their computer is running games with her, and the psychic interference is… there’re multiple patterns. She’s sure he’s down there somewhere. To this, Ord asks Danger why she can’t just bring their computer to life. As she learned with the wild sentinel, she replies, that doesn’t insure compliance, which is, she supposes, as it should be. As Ord races down the hallway, Danger states again that he’s down there. She’ll have him in a moment. Or, she adds, as Ord breaks through another door, possibly he’ll hear then coming.
As he regains consciousness, Piotr Rasputin sees Cyclops firing a pistol nonchalantly into the stomach of Sebastian Shaw. Smiling slightly, Scott tells Piotr hello, then adds that he will not believe the day he’s having. Crawling to Kitty, Piotr calls out to her, but Scott tells him that she’s okay. He’s trying to get her to wake up. By shooting people? Piotr asks. Please, he asks Piotr. He’s an X-Man. He doesn’t shoot people. He’s just trying to make a point. In demonstration, Scott once again fires, this time hitting Ellie Phimister in the head.
A short distance away, Ord and Danger make note of the noise. Gunshots? Ord wonders. To this Danger asks, “Is that logi…” Her sentence is interrupted by Hisako, whose psionically generated armor grabs them each by the head, smashing them together violently. “Logical?” she demands, as she then follows her move by pushing both Ord and Danger’s head into the ground. “You come back here and you worry about logic?” she asks. Having already recovered, Ord grabs Hisako by her armored neck and holds her up against the wall.
Glancing to Danger, Ord tells her that he doesn’t remember this one. What can she… Ord’s musings come to an end when Hisako’s armored fist impacts with his nose. Looking on, Danger recalls that her power has something to do with armor…
Pressing her advantage, Hisako delivers a left hook to Ord, who spits blood. She asks if he recalls Wing; do the two of them remember her best friend? As Ord recovers, hurling her backwards with an uppercut, Danger tells her that she respects her grief. She also knows she can only maintain that armor or so long. And neither of them has an issue with killing her. This was ill-planned. “Yeah,” Hisako replies. “She’s the idiot. Half a moment later, Wolverine’s adamantium claws slice Danger’s neck, decapitating her in one stroke.
Still in motion, Wolverine backflips, hurling Danger’s head toward Ord’s own in one motion. Back to Danger & Ord’s position a moment later, Wolverine impales both sets of claws into each. Now this feels better, he tells them.
Waking with a start, Kitty cries out NO!!. Moving to her, Piotr tells Kitty that it’s all right. They… Recoiling from him, Kitty yells for him not to touch her. He tries to touch her after what he let them do to their… their son…? Looking on to where Michael was before, Kitty sees what she really freed, the green pile of goo.
It’s not her son, Scott tells her. She was tricked. Whatever she thinks… that green blob will destroy everything, unless she can help. She’s got to find her, he tells he scowling Kitty. She’s got to save Emma.
Though Hisako pulls a mass of wires out of her decapitated neck, Danger manages to still speak, informing the young mutant that he thinks she’s missing the point. Anything she can remove, Danger can reroute or reassimilate. Continuing to pull out wires, even as they begin to wrap around her neck, Hisako rejoins that Danger’s metal can’t breach her armor. She’s already factored that, Danger replies as she reattaches her neck. A moment later, Danger hurls Hisako across the room toward the combating Wolverine and Ord. Unfortunately, at the moment of impact, Wolverine’s arm, as well as his claws, is extended, which easily piece Hisako’s armor. Realizing his error as she screams in pain, Wolverine places her on the floor, even as he delivers a kick to Ord’s midsection. Adamantium, Danger notes, referring to her conversation with Hisako, is not like other metals.
Yes, a new voice replies, as Ord and Danger are suddenly hurled to the ceiling. It is the Beast, once again attired in the suit and bowtie of a professor and wearing spectacles. In his hands he holds a hi-tech device, shaped in the form of a pistol. He’s factored that, the Beast tells them, harkening back to Danger’s own words. As Ord snarls in rage, McCoy explains that there’s a master of magnetism who blows in and out o there, now and again. Manner of all trouble. So, he’s been tinkering.
Turning to Logan, McCoy asks how Hisako is. When he replies that it’s not too bad, she objects, remarking that it’s bad for her… Ignoring her, Logan turns to the Beast and simply asks him, “How?” It’s technical… Hank replies. But “big magnet” covers a lot of it. No one made of metal or wearing way too much of it is going anywhere for awhile. No, Logan replies. Him Lowering his head in nigh shame, Hank replies simply. “Ball of string.”
Pulling a first aid kit out of a drawer, Hank explains further. Synthetic fiber, laced with pheromones, aerosol, smart-drugs, light sequences… like opening a series of doors, each smell, each sequence… The Professor and he worked on it after Nova’s first attack. Under hypnosis, he associated his most complex brain functions with these key… Having heard enough, Logan interrupts, saying that he’s got it. “Class dismissed.” As they then begin to patch Hisako’s back, Hank asks Logan what about him. When he says he had a beer, Hank replies that it’s the same principle.
When Hisako yelps at the two’s work, Logan tells her to quit whining. He got eaten today. Hank begins to apologize for that, but Logan tells him to forget it. When this does not reassure his teammate, Logan replies that that’s what friends are for. He’s fairly certain it’s not, Hank quips. Having finished, as he helps Hisako back up, Logan then adds at least he didn’t turn into Percy Dovetonsils.
Returning to the subject of their incapacitated foes, Logan asks how long that magnet is going to hold them. Considering them for a moment, Hank asks if he is not sure they are with Nova. He doesn’t know who’s with what around there, Logan replies. He thinks the Hellfire Club’s in it – saw Emma zombify Kitty and send her down there. They were following.
Not Emma, Hank replies matter-of-fact. Old school look and everything, Logan then adds. Don’t know what’s down there… “I do,” Hank says simply, narrowing his eyes.
In the eddy, far below the Institute, Emma Frost lies on her back, her eyes closed as she breathes the little bit of oxygen the space provides. Whether awake or asleep, her mind races. Same nightmare fifty times last night. Do you like diamonds. When I think about evil. But you do play games with me. Don’t have any claws. With all my predator’s heart.
“Death. How common.”
Suddenly, the pitch black of the crevice is ended, with blinding light. Opening her eyes, Emma sees a radiant angel, with long blond hair and wings. “Noo… not for me… I belong… below…
The angel, in fact Kitty Pryde, reaches out for Emma. As she does so reluctantly, Kitty calls her a bitch and tells her to cry her a river. They’re going up.
A short while later, the X-Men are gathered, with the green blob sitting off to their side. Explaining their situation, Cyclops informs the group that there is no Hellfire Club. Emma, however, sees a different reality. She is alone in the dark with the green blob… and Cassandra Nova, who squats nearby. They’re ready, dear, Cassandra tells her.
Still stuck to the ceiling, Danger declares her status: Constructing auxiliary self, estimate seven minutes to reroute.
Cassandra Nova, the Beast tells the others. Shaw, Piotr replies. She doesn’t know, Kitty states. A kid. Taking this in, Scott asks the group if any of them saw more than one of them at a time.
Forget Pryde, Cassandra tells Emma, back in their separate world. She’s too resistant. She needs her consciousness out of that slug now. And she’s taken a new fancy.
Attacked, Scott tells them. All separately. All psychically. Shaw’s attack was not psychic, Piotr counters. He couldn’t move, Scott tells Pete, but he was conscious in that lab. Shaw was never there. Piotr was fighting no one.
Ahhh… that consciousness is like an oyster, Cassandra smiles…
In the real world, the X-Men do not notice Hisako’s blank stare, nor the minute trickle of blood which dribbles from her nose…
He’s been “shooting” her manifestations, Scott explains to the team. She can’t maintain them. They fade. When asked what the difference is if Emma’s a one-man band, Scott replies that she isn’t.
Back in the room which currently serves as prison to Ord and Danger, a new Danger simulacra enters the room. Right, she states. Let’s get the rest of that armor off you she tells Ord.
Using her telepathy, Emma projects Scott’s “bug room.” She explains that it is Scott’s little private hell, courtesy of Cassandra Nova. Hers is much more upscale – they should come find her some time. Of course, the Beast realizes. It was Emma who stuck Cassandra Nova’s consciousness into that blob in the first place. Understanding what this means, Logan realizes that, at that moment, Cassandra did a “Hail Mary pass” into Emma’s brain before she faded… One tiny suggestion, Scott continues. Too small to notice but clamped on to Emma’s greatest weakness, feeding, growing… creating an entire reality for Emma.
When the Beast asks what that weakness is, Scott answers: “Guilt.” Guilt about falling in with Shaw, becoming the White Queen, failing her students in Genosha… surviving. Survivor’s guilt is unbelievably powerful, Scott continues. The randomness of who lives, the responsibility towards those who didn’t… there’s a voice in her telling her she’s evil, that even Genosha was all her fault. And she thinks that voice is hers.
“NO!” Kitty yells, as she grabs the gun from Scott and points it to Emma. “Three years!” Kitty shouts Three years of horror this maniac stuck in her head and he’s giving her an insanity plea?
In her separate world, Cassandra watches as Emma continues the transfer of consciousness from the green blob to Hisako. Try to concentrate, dear, Cassandra tells her. Time is becoming a factor.
Holding the gun to Emma’s head – even though Emma does not respond to the threat – Kitty asks the others if any of them care about what she did to them. Following Scott’s logic, Hank answers, what Emma did was confront them with their worst fears, …which they face. And there they stand.
Moving to Kitty’s side, Scott tells her that he lost his powers. He means, he’s not “cured,” but he can’t even begin to access it. Emma broke him right down, and he’s… He’s seeing really clearly.
My prison, open at last, Cassandra silently cheers. Now, gently…
Yeah, Kitty grimaces. See, she didn’t get the self-help seminar. Emma ripped her heart out. Of course she did, Scott replies. So she’d open a box. That’s why she brought her there… all this time… Cassandra brought her to open the box, he corrects. What Emma brought her there to do… is what she’s doing now. Still holding the gun at Emma’s head, Kitty considers Scott’s words.
The transfer complete, Cassandra floats in her full glory in the shattered mind of Emma Frost. Her body is surrounded by the psionic energy of the mummudrai. “Do it now,” she orders Emma.
Having been swayed, Kitty has handed Piotr the pistol and pushes her away as she exits the room. Squatting down next to the catatonic Emma, Scott tells her that, if she can hear him, she should hear this: She can send Cassandra back. She has a choice.
“Go to hell,” she replies.
A moment later, the reconstituted Danger and an enraged Ord leap into the room.
High above the Institute, Special Agent Brand gives the order: “Round ‘em up.” From the spacecraft, a blinding light is projected down into the Institute, enveloping the X-Men and their foes. When the light subsides, the X-Men, Ord and Danger are gone. In the cockpit, Agent Deems reports that they are all aboard. So informed, Agent Brand orders Deems to strap ‘em in. “All engines to rapid. Set course for the Breakworld.”
As the craft rockets into orbit and beyond, Blindfold sits on the ground with her arms wrapped around her legs. Gone, she says. It’s okay, another student tells her. They’re gonna be okay. Were they all asleep? Ignoring his question, Blindfold tells him that they’ve gone away. Far. “The X-Men?” he asks. “They’ll be back.”
Not all of them, she replies.


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The infant, a child of the Breakworld, is the picture of serenity, swaddled in a red cloth and held by its mother. Hope, the female speaks. A child is the greatest symbol of hope. Of will. The will to survive. The right to exist.
As she speaks, the female walks among her fellow citizens of the Breakworld. They have formed two lines that flank her path. The end of their artificial corridor is a balcony, jutting out over an immense chasm. At the end of the balcony is a floating craft, shaped into a wingless and limbless dragon, whose head curls upward from a deep base and back down towards its own body. Its tail matches the symmetry exactly.
Approaching the small craft, the female ceremoniously proclaims that they all have that right. This is not blasphemy. It is their revealed truth. All who being the voyage… should travel safely through. As she speaks, the female places the swaddled infant in the craft and sends it on its way, floating every farther out and toward the bare mountains in the distance, set against a blood-red sky. However, before it reaches this distance, the craft exploded in a cloud of green smoke, having impacted against a latticed web previously unseen.
As what remains of the craft falls from the sky, another female approaches the first. Calling her Aghanne, the newcomer asks for forgiveness but... Before the newcomer can state her thoughts, Aghanne speaks them. She knows. They can’t hold funerals for all the children. In agreement, the other female reminds Aghanne that there are hundreds dead from the Loor-Dje nest alone… and if the Open Hand finds out they’ve honored even one dead… let alone a child…
Still gazing out to the distance, Aghanne tells the newcomer, Dafi, that they honored his life. In deference, Dafi agree and again asks forgiveness. Continuing, Aghanne says that, as for the Open Hand, they will move against them no matter what they do. Now beginning her movement down a flight of stairs, she adds that, with any luck, the prophecy will come to pass and they won’t have to bother.
Taken aback. Dafi repeats the key word. “The prophecy?” She thought that she didn’t believe… Smiling back, Aghanne interrupts that of course, she doesn’t. One human male cannot destroy a world. The world does that itself. In punctuation, Aghanne turns her attention to an immense room, whose bottom cannot be seen for both its depth, as well as the innumerable floating beds, each supporting a bloody and infirmed citizen of the Breakworld.
Considering this sight, Aghanne remarks that they fight a tide of brutality that will engulf them. She doesn’t believe the augurs and their time-shadows, but neither does she mock them. She sees the end days in every wounded face, hear in every dying breath. Who could destroy such a mighty and merciless race… and who in the worlds could save them?
Meanwhile, traveling faster than light, a craft of human design moves ever closer to the Breakworld. Though it travels through the serenity of the black that exists between the stars, which lazily streak in the distance, the scene within the vessel is anything but.
In the chaos, the robotic entity called Danger fires her energy blast at Colossus, who charges against the incensed Ord of the Breakworld. To add to Ord’s concern is Wolverine, who has adamantium claws unsheathed and ready to sink deeply into him. A short distance away, the leader of the SWORD agents on the vessel, each with a rifle drawn on the group, calls for the group of combatants to stand down. Stand the Hell down!
Managing to shirk Wolverine off of his back, Ord snarls Colossus’ last name of Rasputin. DIE!!! However, Colossus, already armored, brings his clenched fists down upon Ord’s lack. Watching this melee from afar, Special Agent Brand sighs in disgust and orders someone to “hit ‘em.” A moment later, Danger, Ord, Wolverine, Colossus and the rest of the X-Men – Beast, Emma Frost, Shadowcat and Hisako, all collapse to the floor. Trying his best to speak even as the machinery beneath them pulls him downwards far beyond the ability of his muscles to overcome, Ord curses. Celestial Hell, but he is sick of magnets.
Pacing around the circular floor, Brand explains that it’s a localized gravity surge, actually handy for unruly passengers. Flying flat o his back, staring up at the ceiling with his bare eyes, Cyclops tells Brand that she’s got ten seconds… to turn that… off… Hardly threatened, Brand asks “Or what?” To this, Kitty Pryde appears behind her. “Or else,” she answers, a pistol pointed at the back of her head.
Not turning around, Brand narrows her eyes and tells the other agents that this kid’s not a killer. Her mouth curled in contempt, Kitty counters that she has no idea who she is. Then asked if she’s going to put a bullet in her head, Kitty phases the pistol through Brand’s head, allowing it to emerge far enough through her forehead that Brand can see it through her crossed eyes. For starters, Kitty replies.
Turning toward those trapped but a short distance away, Special Agent Brand tells them that, if anybody starts anything – and she’s looking at Ord, she adds – she’ll turn the grav so high it’ll liquefy them. Her threat made, she tells one of the agents to let them up.
Rising to his feet, Ord points toward Piotr, informing Agent Brand that Rasputin is right here! He tells her to finish this! His planet is at stake! What is his life against billions? Coldly, Brand replies that it doesn’t play out that way. Rasputin’s an asset right now, and he’s their prisoner. As for his robo-buddy, she continues, referring to the nearby Danger and directing her question to her, she assumes she tried taking over their computer systems the moment she materialized. So, she also assumes her knows they have an aggressive defense system.
Having already deduced the answer, Danger states matter-of-factly that they’ve given her a virus. Several hundred thousand of them, Brand corrects. They won’t kiss her, Danger rejoins. Her consciousness is not limited to this body. Back on Earth… Interrupting, Brand states that they’re a long way from Earth, “sister.” The body she’s now in is about to go down with a nasty bug and she can convalesce in a cell till she figures out if she’s useful at all.
“Why.” Cyclops says, much more in a statement than question to Agent Brand. What game is she playing? Where are they? As Ord is being led away in shackles, Brand replies Quadrant Theta 669, on a sub-light arc for the Breakworld. That course can’t be changed, not by the ‘bot, not by their Ms. Pryde. They’ve got more than a day, but if they’re up for a briefing now, she can…
Interrupting, Cyclops helps up Emma, saying not yet. She got a psychic on this ship?
Still in her pajamas, Hisako sits up and takes in her surroundings. Wide-eyed, she asks why everyone is so calm. Squatting nearby, Wolverine tells her to suck it up, kid. They’ve been off-world lots. Also squatting next to her, though clad in a suit, as opposed to Logan’s jeans and sleeveless T-shirt, the Beast adds that he’s not sure he’s characterize them as “calm.” Assuming the term is still in the popular vernacular… he’d go with “fried.”
Back on the Breakworld, a mighty warrior, clad in armor, lifts aloft the body of another male, whose body has been skewered on a pike. Snarling to the newcomer entering the vast chamber, filled with assorted weapons and armors, the warrior tells them to come in. They’re finished there.
Addressing the warrior as Powerlord Kruun as he steps over another corpse, the newcomer holds a small, blue-glowing hemisphere in his outstretched hand and informs him that this message is urgent. Accepting it even as he removes the pike from the most recently deceased man, Kruun asks from whom it comes. When told simply “Ambassador Ord,” Powerlord Kruun snarls the name in repetition. The stink of his incompetence, he announces, will outlast his body’s decay. As you speak it, the subservient chimes, it comes to pass.
Turning to a small, sphere-like device which has been hovering but a short distance away, Krrun places the hemispherical device into a slot on its side. A moment later, from its convex side, a blue beam of light is produced, which eventually coalesces into the shape of Ambassador Ord. Respectfully, the replicated Ord addresses “Lord of his world” and explains that he has little time. He’s aboard a SWORD warship on a direct sling to the Breakworld. Silatyn has their coordinates. Snarling in contempt, Powerlord Krrun begins to ask why he must hear petty… However, his words are cut off by a devastating piece of news from Ord. Colossus is aboard.
As Kruun considers this, the projection shows agents of SWORD appearing from behind Ord and opening fire. Not bothering to notice as the blue light that once formed Ord begins to dissipate, leaving Ord’s fate unknown, Kruun smiles to his subordinate. He orders him to reroute the Bruteships. Intercept and destroy the vessel. They have the world… Let them rule destiny as well. His order given, he gazes out his mighty window and to the Breakworld beyond. As far as he can see, towers of the city rise, with citizens walking in masses on the streets below.
Her eyes closed, Emma Frost lies on her back upon a small table. At the end of the table is Sydren, who holds his hands against her cheeks in physical, as well as psychic, connection. Pain, he announces. Seven gods, this pain…
Watching his nearby, Special Agent Brand turns part of her attention to Cyclops, who stands to her right. When she notes aloud that he’s not sporting his shades, he confirms with a “yeah.” He lost access to his power. Asked if Frost did that, he replies that it’s complicated. Irked enough to turn her attention away from Sydren and Frost, Brand reminds him that she’s got a lotta variables on this mission. If she’s a direct threat…
Interrupting, Hank tells Brand that Emma Frost is an X-Man. When Brand then turns toward him, snarling an “And?” he replies that he’s unaware of the need for a conjunction. To this, Brand asks if he always talks like that, but Hank just ignores it. Emma’s one of them, he says. That means she’s… “Not here,” Sydren announces, his task finished. “Cassandra Nova is not here.” He then adds that the mind is clouded… but it mends.
Elsewhere on the vessel, Kitty sits on a small table, Piotr standing across the room some distance away. Last night, she begins sheepishly. They were together last night. For the first time. “Da,” he replies with a small smile. Turning her head to the window and the stars outside, Kitty slightly changes subjects. It’s fading, she says. Emma’s little puppet show. That monster… But it’s three years. It’s them married, it’s her… their son. Turning back to Piotr, she tells him he betrayed her.
It was a fantasy, Piotr reminds her. Yeah, her fantasy, Kitty admits, finally standing. Nightmare. Whatever… That’s how she worked them all. She knew… Changing directions, Kitty reminds Piotr that he dumped her. First time they were close, he met someone… else. Better. And he killed himself one time! Yeah, temporarily, and for a really good cause, but… How does she know he’s not gonna… Trailing, she sits again. Head in her hand, she tells him she’s just gonna need some time.
Examining an electronic map of the Breakworld on a large oval table, Brand tells the X-Men, assembled and sitting in chairs across from her that she doesn’t get it. She doesn’t like it, but there it is. The Breakworld’s psychics – they call ‘em the Augurs – they hunted for the X-Man destined to destroy their world and the mighty Colossus got the nod. Regarding the X-Man with that nom de guerre, she assumes aloud that he’s as mystified by this as the rest of them. Replying coldly that, no, he’s not, he adds that he has been planning to destroy the Breakworld since he was a child.
When his statement causes the rest of his teammates to regard him with glares of incredulity, the massive Piotr recoils slightly. Turning his head aside, he admits that this is why he doesn’t make so many jokes. He never knows when is good.
Massaging her temple in frustration, Brand replies with “Right. Great” and does her best to move on. She suggests they skip to why they’re there. Answering bluntly, the Beast quips that she kidnapped them. Sarcastically asked that they’re not past that yet, Kitty equally sarcastically reminds her it was four hours ago.
Ignoring her, Brand returns to the larger issue. The moment the Augurs pinpointed Rasputin, an armada was sent towards Earth. On the way to his cell, Ord broke free and contacted the Breakworld. That armada is now headed toward them. Just like she planned, Cyclops rejoins, having deduced the fact. Just like she planned, Brand confirms. He wondered why she was so specific about their coordinates in front of the guy, Cyclops then adds. She needed to draw them away from the Earth, Brand continues. Now they best way to keep them from blowing this ship into fragments is to get to the Breakworld before they can. At current speed, they should just make it.
Chiming in, the Beast remarks that this plan seems overwhelmingly flawed. Refuge in the lion’s mouth? Won’t every living soul on the Breakworld be looking to put Peter down? Calling him “Cookie Monster,” Brand coldly asks if he thinks she hasn’t thought of that? When are they going to figure out that this is bigger than all of them?
“When you figure out who you’re dealing with,” Emma says leaning against the door frame to steady herself. Making her way to a chair, she collapses into it, apologizing for being late. She thinks she picked the gist of it up on the way. Although Agent Brand did forget to mention, she continues, that she’s terrified. Not of you, Brand counters.
In demonstration, she summons the image of Powerlord Kruun and explains that the Breakworld is governed by one principle: domination. By violence, war, extermination… Powerlord Kruun, of the Open Hand, he introduces the image. The global ruler of the Breakworld. His rise to power did not, they’ve probably guessed, involve any Electoral College.
When Logan asks if he’s what she’s afraid of, Brand quips back “How I wish.” Summoning a new image, that of the Breakworld itself, a moon silently hanging above it, she explains that somewhere, possibly here on their smallest moon, the Breakworlders have built a failsafe. A missile. They’re fairly certain this thing could crack the Earth in half. The Earth can’t mount an attack on a superior military force. And they can’t defend against theirs.
Regarding Piotr, Brand tells him that she doesn’t know why they’ve fixated on him, Luck of the draw, maybe. But she doesn’t kidnap them all for giggles. Or even for the time she’ll buy. She did it because, right now, she needs super heroes.
As Brand speaks, a host of Breakworld space craft arrive within visual range of the SWORD vessel.
Continuing, Brand begins to outline her “Plan A” to find and disable the missile when Agent Deems anxiously interrupts her. Seeing all she needs to know from his expression, shee mutters softly. “No.”
Outside, one of the Breakworld space craft fires a salvo of missiles, which impact violently on the SWORD spacecraft. As the world around them erupts in fire, Cyclops asks Brand what’s “Plan B.” When Agent Brand replies that they all die now, Cyclops then asks what’s Plan C?
Outside, the rest of the Breakworld warships fire their missiles at the helpless spaceship.


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Pursued by the warships of the Breakworld, the SWORD spaceship erupts in fiery death.
Within the vessel, Agent Deems speaks to his supervisor, Agent Brand, head of SWORD. He informs her Splinter is up for thrust – her command. Asked by her time to the Breakworld, he replies fourteen minutes to clean orbit. Then asked time until the ship is shredded, he replies a lot less. The odds given, the X-Men, scattered through the vessel, are told to hang on tight.
Suddenly, two engines ignite with bright, blue fury. Seconds tick by for the X-Men, who wait for what comes next. The center of their attention remains to be Agent Brand, who speaks through a visage belying none of her inner thoughts. “Let ‘er rip,” she commands. A moment later, a smaller craft bursts free of the larger SWORD starship, propelled by two engines of bright, blue fury. Recognizing the gambit, the warships of the Breakworld break formation in pursuit.
Speaking of the new craft, Brand explains that it possesses an unbreachable hull, precise maneuverability, enough power to short range to outrun anyone. Finally with a smile, she then adds, “prettiest ship in the fleet.” Leaning over her shoulder, the Beast remarks that, not to be picky but, if this Splinter is such a wonderful ship… shouldn’t they be on it? Still within the greater SWORD starship, Brand and the X-Men watch as the Breakdown ships disappear, even as their own vessel destructs around them.
Turning away from the immense window, Brand remarks that there’s no way that thing lands undetected. Best those men can hope for is capture. Asked by Logan if she told them that, she replies that they’re soldiers. They bought them a few minutes, as ordered. Continuing out of the room and down the corridor, she suggests they not waste them.
Shortly in the briefing room, Agent Brand sees the X-Men in their full uniforms, noting that they got their sizes right. She then draws the team’s attention to small objects, which she explains are breathers. They go behind their teeth. They’ll filter out impurities, and the capsules will time-release supplementary oxygen. The earwigs work as translators.
As they begin to pull out a small map from their individual briefing pouches, Brand explains that they’ll rendezvous at the glowing red dot. The GPS maps’ll guide them, but if they lose ‘em, they’re looking to Attur-Hei. “Palace of the Corpse?” the Beast asks. When Brand notes that the translators are working, Beast compliments them as impressive, but then reiterates. Palace of the Corpse?
It’s a tomb, she explains. Got dug up recently. Their source on the Breakworld says it might tie in to the Rasputin prophecy. When Cyclops inquires about the “source,” Brands counters that they can’t do all this now. They get on the world, they find out how Rasputin’s supposed to be a threat and take out the missile they’ve got pointed at the Earth. More questions when they’re on-world. Almost ignoring the briefing, Hisako tugs at the costume given her, noting quietly to herself that Ms. Pryde has very long arms…
Speaking bluntly, Piotr narrows his eyes and asks Brand why hasn’t she killed him? Brand begins to reiterate their time, but Piotr is resolute. It’s the simplest solution. He believes she is a fan of those. Kitty starts to object, but Brand answers. Checking her pistol, she replies that she doesn’t like prophecies. She doesn’t like anybody telling her how her life’s gonna play out. These “Augurs” have a pretty good track record, though. The Breakworlders believe he’ll destroy them. They think the Earth’s a threat, and they are therefore a threat to the Earth. So they convince them the prophecy is wrong… or they make damn sure it comes true.
As the X-Men consider this, Agent Deems reenters the chamber, again with bad news. Two Bruteships are circling back, he informs them. Less than a minute. Flotsam and jetsam, Brand says. Split ‘em up.
As the Bruteship approaches, the SWORD vessel explodes into two sections. The force of the blast propels the front section forward at high speed. Within this section, Kitty, Deems, Piort, Hisako and Wolverine suffer through the intense vibrations of the uncontrolled velocity. On the other section, the back-end, Cyclops, Emma, Brand and Beast are likewise shaken. Speaking through the chaos, the Beast inquisitively yet innocently asks Brand which of them is “Flotsam?”
Aboard the bridge of one of the Bruteships, a bridge officer informs their commander that they’re still reading life-forms. To this, the commander orders his subordinates to belay the killstrike. Prepare to board.
In short order, the gravity of the Breakworld pulls down the two pieces of the SWORD vessel, twin columns of smoke trailing behind them. In the former front section, Wolverine notes that Hisako’s out and asks Kitty how she’s doing. Grimacing from the experience, she replies, “Walk in the park.” In his armored form, Colossus says that he worries about the others…
In the other section, the four in sit in a mentally constructed sitting room, drinking hot tea. Taking a sip from his cup, the Beast tells Emma that it was very thoughtful of her. As Cyclops prepares her cup, Emma replies that, good Lord, why should they endure all that centrifugal nonsense? She then tells her “dear” to include two lumps of sugar. Continuing, she then tells Hank that they can all “live in the now” once they’re on solid ground.
Handing the cup to her, Cyclops remarks that he just wants to make sure she’s not overdoing it. Also, if they start to die, they should probably know. To this, Brand replies that they don’t die. Proximity sensors’ll hit the jets miles before they land. Nav package is tiny but it should drop them within a ten-click radius of the target. First thing they learn on an op: always have a back door.
Some distance away, the falling nose section impacts with a Breakworld satellite, sundering it in twain. The section itself also begins to give way from the impact, cracking open at its seems. Seeing the fiery Hell beyond, Wolverine yells for Kitty to get Peter. She begins to object, but he ignores. PHASE! he orders through the chaos. Half a moment later, Kitty Pryde emerges from the fireball that is the remnant of their section of the SWORD vessel, carrying the armored Colossus behind her. As they free fall, she yells that she can’t slow them down. Colossus’ most immediate concern is more apparent, as he yells back for her not to unphase!
Back in what remains of the section, Wolverine unsheathes his claws and breaks free from his reentry restraints, yelling for Hisako to wake up. When she doesn’t comply, he then curses, saying her name again. Behind him there is no longer the remains of any craft, but an empty, red sky. Finally, as his claws cut her free, Hisako awakens to Wolverine’s adamant order. ARMOR UP!
Far below, Kitty and Piotr phase through a skyscraper at terminal velocity. Though unaffected in the strict physical sense, Kitty immediately recognizes the metal as being the same from Ord’s ship, which caused her so much trouble months before. As then, the strain is too much and she loses consciousness.
The rest of the job up to him, Colossus twists his body, taking the full brunt of the impact as they ricochet off of another building and then impact through another, this time making it all the way through. The two finally come to a stop on the street level, at the center of an impact crater they have created. Barely conscious, as a host of citizens of the Breakworld, some armed & uniformed, approach them, Kitty exhaustedly asks Piotr if anyone saw them…
Elsewhere, Emma stares off, announcing to the rest of the team that she can’t read a thing. If they made it, they’re nowhere near. They’ll give them time, Cyclops replies, the next of the foursome to escape their section of the vessel, now sinking in pinkish waters. Right behind him, the Beast tells Brand, the last of their number, that if anything’s happened to them… He’ll what? Brand replies. Eat her? In fact, he will, he replies. Continuing their climb, the Beast points out the new math to her. She’s outnumbered. And not well liked. And recently, he’s acquired a taste for human flesh, he admits with some embarrassment.
Telling the two of them to stop bickering, Cyclops gestures from the top of the ridge to the structure below. They’ve found their tomb. Far below is a conical stone structure, with at least five visible causeways leading up at a steep, though not insurmountable incline. The structure seems to be rising from a quarried depth, giving the impression of having been excavated. At the base of the structure at some of the ramps are several vehicles and at least one tent. Citizens of the Breakworld can be seen by the group.
Floating on a regal-looking skiff, a short distance above the sparse traffic below, Kruun of the Open Hand asks for confirmation from his subordinate. He sank into the Earth? That was as reported, yes, he is told. As the skiff then enters a tunnel structure, he continues. He fell from the sky holding a human girl. People gathered to see and, moments later, they sank right into the Earth. When Kruun then asks if they were certain that this was Colossus, the subordinate answers that the people were. They panicked and it spread. They believe he’s gone into the earth to infect it. That the prophecy has begun.
And for all they know, they could be right, Kruun grimaces. It doesn’t fit exactly, but this is not an exact science. They could have misinterpreted the Attur-Hyn. He suggests they hope the prisoners have something useful to say.
Having arrived at their destination, Kruun and his subordinate exit the skiff and enter a chamber, passing two guards in the process. Within the chamber is Ord, former ambassador now turned prisoner. His arms are shackled and elevated to above his head, even as he is made to sit on his knees. Without even having been asked, he proclaims that it’s the girl. This is her power: to move through solid objects. Colossus will be somewhere above ground. He can be stopped.
But not by him, Kruun accuses. He then tells Ord not to doubt it. He draws breath only as long as he might be of use. Turning to his subordinate, now calling him by his name of Sylatin, Kruun asks of the other captives they have. To this, Sylatin answers several soldiers from the wreck of their ship. Mostly human. One synthetic, who claims she was helping Ord. Mocking this, Kruun proclaims that Ord needed help even to fail.
Leaving the chamber, Kruun asks Sylatin of the smaller vessel. Did their hunters find it? When Sylatin reports that a force is minutes away, Kruun dismisses it as no doubt a diversion. However, he wants the soldiers captured anyway. All information is valuable, so he should only kill the necessary examples. Passing the chamber holding Agent deems, Kruun announces he’ll talk with the synthetic and orders Sylatin to start breaking the others.
Elsewhere, soldiers of the Breakworld converge on the downed Splinter vessel, which has crashed in a landscape far more alien than that of those who built it. Speaking to his men, the squad commander orders them to find the entrance. They are to fire on anything that comes out, but remember they need prisoners. Nearby, one soldier calls to his commander, having already found that which they seek. Cautiously, as they open the door, the commander instructs his men. “On my mark.” An instant later, the Splinter explodes, annihilating itself and those who sought to gain entry.
Within sight, Sydren hisses to his fellow SWORD agents that the Breakworld soldiers are no terrible sssmart. First good news he’s had all day, the man rejoins. Asked by Sydren what is next, the man replies that they remove to Site B, outside the city. They’ll wait for an order and hope someone’s alive to give it. Turning to Lockheed, the commander tells Sydren that, if he can think at this little guy and get him to fly recon…
Before he can finish his sentence, the commander watches as Lockheed takes off into the purplish sky. When the commander guesses aloud that he understood, Sydren reminds him that he is bonded with the X-girl. He will do what it takesss to protect her. “Yeah?” the commander replies. He’s the psychic. To a grunt’s eye, it looks like he’s workin’ awful hard to avoid her.
Elsewhere, Hisako sheepishly speaks the name of Logan, who sits cross-legged with his back to her. His charred skin smolders in the air. Remaining facing the other direction, he tells the youth that she’s not ready to see him. To this, she replies that she doesn’t think they should be staying in one place. They’re not far enough from the crash to be sure…
Interrupting her, Logan tells her that that armor’s pretty damn impressive. Hit the ground without a scratch. Can’t say the same for his face. Another half-hour, he should have something resembling a nose, and some tendons. Then they move.
Almost apropos of nothing, Hisako muses aloud that she has a test on Wednesday. She’s not an X-Man. She shouldn’t… she means she can’t… She has a chemistry test. When Logan then orders her to take off the suit, she rejoins that that’s not really an option. Resolute, he rhetorically asks if she wants to cry on his bubbling, skinless shoulder? She’s in that suit ‘cause she’s an X-Man. She’s an X-Man ‘cause he’s seen her fight and he wants her on the team. But if he’s wrong, if she’s just a whining teenager who’s gonna freak out on a hostile, alien planet and cost him time, then she needs to lose the suit and go die. “We got worlds to save.”
Considering his words for a moment, Hisako eventually replies. “Armor,” she states. Repeating the name inquisitively, she asks if it’s taken. He doesn’t think so. It’ll work for a name. Kinda on the nose. When she replies that it’s to the point, he agrees. He’s thinking of calling himself “claws.” To this, Hisako asks if he’s not considering “stench?” In reply, he jokingly tells her to shut up and let him heal.
Turning to leave the ruins in which they currently reside, Hisako proposes a deal: If he does one day without stabbing her, he gets to chose her name. She’s gonna check the street.
On another street some distance away, Shadowcat and Colossus make their way through a squad of Breakworld soldiers. Colossus’ strength tosses on up to the arched bridge above, while holding another by the neck. Nearby, Kitty relies instead on her martial arts, striking one with a kick, while punching another. As Colossus then finishes off the last, Kitty leaps up, phasing through the bridge to investigate the topside. Returning, via phasing again, she is relieved that nobody apparently heard – though takes another moment to lament the effect the physicality of the world has on her phasing. What is this world made of?
Approaching Piotr, who has now returned to his human form, she taps him on the shoulder. They have to keep moving, she tells him. “To what?” he asks. To the tomb, she answers. The Attur-Hei place. See what they dug up… And then? he asks. Regroup, making plan, commit genocide, go home?
Replying negatively, Kitty tells him that they’re not falling for that. Those people read the future, he reminds her, as they continue on their way. They see him destroying them and the agent, Brand, she as much as tells him to. Stopping him for a moment, Kitty says that the day they take orders from her is… He was millions of miles away, he reminds her. And Dead. Now? They will find another way, she counters. There’s no set future. She knows that as well as anyone. Just because they say he’s a danger to this world… doesn’t mean it’s written in stone.
Elsewhere, within the temple, Cyclops, Emma, the Beast and Agent Brand have incapacitated the guards and gaze upon that which they were protecting. Before them, towering to the ceiling far above, is the image of Colossus. Appearing in his armored form, this Colossus is visibly angry and, holding the local sun aloft in his right hand, brings the heat of the star upon the Breakworld, which he holds in his right, melting it. The image is composed of dozens of separate pieces, all arranged in a colorful mosaic, each piece carved in stone.


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Flanked by Hisako, who sits atop a similar craft, Wolverine reclines in the seat of what can only be described as a hover-cycle. Grimacing slightly, he apologizes to Cyclops and Emma for being late.
After dismounting, he asks the two about Pete and Kitty. Cyclops reports that they haven’t shown yet, but they’re alive. News is reporting a lot of new things. When Emma then asks about the two of them, Wolverine replies that Agent Brand’s brilliant plan went south. Their pretending burning wreckage stopped pretending. They get through this, he’s going to pop a claw through her eye. Are they cool with that? Emma quickly replies with an “absolutely,” but Cyclops begins to object though quickly changes his mind. “Nah, go for it.”
Craning his neck to regard the immense mosaic in the chamber, that of Colossus using the heat of the local sun to melt the Breakworld, Wolverine notes that this doesn’t leave a whole lotta room for doubt, does it? Regarding the yellow orb, he asks if it is indeed the sun, to which Cyclops rejoins that it’s his best guess. Chiming in, Hisako asks what that means. Supernova? Orbital shift?
Hanging upside down, his feet claws having dug into the wall of the mosaic, the Beast tells Hisako that it’s very likely and bestows high marks for the stowaway student. To this, Hisako begins to stammer but is interrupted by Wolverine. He informs the others that she’s called “Armor.” She’s their new teammate. Hisako again begins to stammer a response, but Emma quickly provides her assent, declaring it lovely. God knows the team’s going to need some new blood soon. To this, Cyclops asks the young girl if she was taught the handshake.
His visual analysis completed, the Beast drops back to the floor and announces that, without a lab, he can’t really tell much about this carving. The symbols, Agent Brand replies, are older than anything in their banks. It’s going to be a while before they get specifics. She thinks they should split up, she concludes. At last they agree on something, the Beast replies. When she then adds that he’s coming with her, Hank quickly notes the ending of that era…
Continuing, Brand explains that she needs to get a look at the weapon they’ve got pointed at the Earth. There’s a base directly under its orbit, a hundred miles east. He’s the science division, so he comes with her.
Chiming in, Wolverine announces that he wants to find Pete and Kitty. He’ll take the kid. Interrupting Hisako’s objection to being called “kid,” Cyclops says he’s interested in Kruun. To this, Brand opines that he’s not up to facing him. She’s got men in the field and thinks he and Ms. Frost should rendezvous with them and wait for word. Eying her distrustfully, Scott asks if that’s what she thinks. No offense, she replies, but he’s powerless and Emma’s more than normally unstable. She wasn’t counting on either of those things when she brought them. Promptly asked by Wolverine if he wants him to pop that claw, Scott replies no. The lady has a point. Let’s do the work.
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With a powerful kick, the steel-skinned Colossus propels a soldier of the Breakworld into a large piece of machinery, which crumples from the impact. As other soldiers approach, Kitty admits that she was wrong. Not only is he clearly destined to wipe out this race… apparently he has to do it one at time. Racing toward one soldier who fires impotently through her phased torso, Kitty dives through him, appearing on the other side and holding the man’s firearm.
Taking that weapon, Kitty then lays a spread of fire over the heads of a crowd of civilians. The result is a hush of silence. Some of the civilians eye Kitty and Piotr with fear, others with hatred. Finally, breaking the silence, a small child at the fore yells, KILL IT!!! Before the rest of the group can comply, Colossus grabs the large piece of machinery in which he kicked the solider before and brings it down, blocking the path from which the civilians would attack.
Finally speaking himself, Colossus tells Kitty they’re done and proceeds to lead them outside. Breaking through the door while Kitty merely phases through the wall, Colossus laments that the child did not even know who he was. It just wanted blood. The more he sees of this world…
A voice yelling out his family name of Rasputin draws the immediate attention of both Colossus and Kitty. The source of the proclamation is a citizen of the Breakworld, holding aloft a small pistol. To the side of the alley in which he stands are other citizens, huddled in places of cover with weapons of their own trained on the two X-Men. Calling once again, this time to both Rasputin and Pryde, he tells them they will come with them. When Colossus replies coldly that it’s unlikely, the man rejoins that his translators are primitive. It is not an order. They are asking. They are asking for his trust.
In his palace, Powerlord Kruun of the Open Hand declares that he is unimpressed. He tells Danger that they already have intelligence on the X-Men. Not like hers, she replies. She was created to kill them. And yet they live, Kruun observes aloud. She was distracted, Danger rejoins, by a more important mission. And she was younger then. She doesn’t care about his world anymore than he cares about her. But their interests coincide. The X-Men can be stopped.
Interrupting, Sylatin appears and addresses the Powerlord. He announces that they have word from the Attur-Hei. The confederates of Colossus and Agent Brand – they overcame the guards, but one woke to see them go their several ways. If this machine is right, Kruun replies, referring to Danger, they know about the Retaliator. It must be protected. He orders Sylatin to bring down a snowstrike between Attur-Hei and the sub-moon base. When Sylatin asks about those headed elsewhere, Powerlord Kruun turns to Danger, asking what she will need.
As they fly over the surface of the Breakworld in a local craft, Emma chastises Cyclops that he certainly rolled right over, didn’t he? If she’d known he was such a submissive, she’d’ve gone with an entirely different wardrobe. To this, Cyclops replies simply that he’s trying to drive the craft.
Not letting up, Emma adds that Brand is reckless at best. It’s still her show, he replies. When it’s not her show, he’ll make it known. Asked if he will indeed, Cyclops replies that’s their first talk since the, mansion and her opening gambit is snark? That’s a little weak, he opines. And they’re not alone, he then adds, seeing something on the craft’s sensors.
Hands clasped on the weapons console, Emma asks if he expects her to beg forgiveness? To this, she then tells Cyclops to bank left on her mark. A moment later, the mark is given and, as the craft banks, the sky craft opens fire and destroys the two trailing sky craft.
Continuing their previous conversation, Emma tells her lover that he’s acting as though he knows what she’s been through. He replies that she doesn’t really get it, do she? He stood by her! He still does! He’s got no cover her! Interrupting his own train of thought, Cyclops tells Emma that he’s going to use the smoke from a fire below. Understanding, Emma tells him in turn to throttle down a bit. They don’t want to lose him completely. And, she says, returning to their conversation, he should stop pretending everything’s the way it was. It’s not! Cyclops counters. That’s the point! He’s in love with her now!
As the sky craft disappears through the cloud of smoke, Emma’s eyes suddenly go wide.
Standing on the balcony from which she said goodbye to her child, Aghanne tells Piotr and Kitty that she knows that it’s absurd, but… she imagined him an actual giant. Asked if he saw the care center, Piotr replies that it’s appalling. It’s medieval, Kitty adds. The technology this planet has… are all the hospitals this primitive? Smiling slightly, Aghanne repeats the word “hospital,” musing that they have a word for it. There are no others. To care for the wounded, to honor the dead or fight for the weak… On the Breakworld, these are the closest they have to sins. But she doesn’t think compassion is a sin. She thinks it may be a mutation.
Asked why exactly she rescued them, Aghanne replies that she hasn’t. This is possibly the most dangerous place on the planet. If Powerlord Kruun knew a thing about it, this mountain would be a crater. She sought them because she believes Colossus may be the instrument of their salvation. Then asked by Kitty if doesn’t believe in the prophecy, Aghanne replies that she didn’t. And then they were here.
Leading them back inside, Aghanne takes them to an immense open space. In its center is a massive obelisk, which has been shaped to resemble two arms, one reaching downward, the other up. Both hands at the end of each arm clasp the forearm of the others. Regarding it, Aghanne explains that she thought perhaps that it’s not the prophecy that’s wrong, but the interpretation. A world in chaos, perhaps, but not destroyed. Re-formed. Reborn.
Understanding the meaning, as well as the obelisk, Piotr replies that he’s not a messiah. By the world, no, Aghanne replies. He’s a man. But he’s been thrust into the arena, willing or no. The world is watching. Turning back to him, Aghanne explains that she’s been in the arena. A show-killer; that’s what she was bred as. The throng screams and your head crowds with only two choices: kill, be killed. She won so often the roar becomes like the air to her. She couldn’t even heard it. And in the silence, the third choice can be heard.
Sitting down, Aghanne states that she has no agenda for them. No plan, no coup. She brought them there so they could hear that great silence, understand that third choice, to know that even on a warrior world, they can be made to understand it too. They can be better. Lowering her head, she tells them to rest tonight. And tomorrow they will do what they will.
Elsewhere, the sky cycles piloted by the Beast and Agent Brand make their way through a snow storm. When the Beast asks where this came from, Brand immediately replies “Snowstrike!” Kruun must know where they’re going. They need cover now. As the two dive, the Beast repeats “snowstrike,” but Brand finds herself unable to respond due to a new problem. Proclaiming her engine is freezing, she is quickly saved by the Beast, who stretches out his hand and grabs her by the wrist. Her life in his hands, Brand finds herself pulled free of her cycle, which stalls and falls away into the distance.
A few moments later, the Beast pulls up the cycle in time to come to a controlled skid, which finally comes to rest at a snowdrift. Leaving the cycle, Hank announces that they’ll never find cover. To this, Brand adds that, in thirty seconds, it’s gonna be a hundred below in the shade so… dig. As he begins to do so, the Beast gripes that he truly dislikes this world.
Shielding herself from the flying snow, Brand explains that this tactical weather deployment is pretty common. When she then tells him to dig faster, the Beast asks how many people will be caught in this beside them. To this, she replies that Kruun will do whatever he has to. Reminds him of someone, the Beast rejoins.
Annoyed, Brand asks why he can’t let up for one second. She’s amoral, he replies. She’s abrasive and, right now, she’s looking at him like he’s a taun-taun. Moving into the snow cave he has just dug, Brand begins to remove her gloves. He can stop whining, she tells him. She doesn’t need his guts to keep her warm. A sudden realization dawning upon him, Hank simply replies, “Oh. My.”
Elsewhere, an interrogator of the Breakworld takes a break from his task at Agent Deems. Speaking to a Sylatin, the interrogator tells him that the human said he would talk, but only to him. He’s resilient this one. Then asked by Sylatin if the mind probes are working, the interrogator replies that all of Brand’s crew is shielded. She must have their codes. Regarding Deems with a sneer, Sylatin mocks him as a lackey. This is beneath him. He then instructs the interrogator to fetch his personal tools, in case he becomes coy.
As the interrogator departs, Sylatin approaches Deems, who is shackled to the wall, various implements of torture pointed at him. Leaning in, Sylatin tells Deems that he’s in a sorry state, isn’t he? None of the damage is permanent, if he’s worried. But that can change.
A moment later, however, Sylatin’s demeanor changes. Lifting up Deem’s chin so that they are eye to eye, he instructs the Earthman to listen carefully. The recorders will reboot in a minute. In understanding, Deems says that they need to know about the weapon. It’s primed, Syltain replies. Kruun has only to push the button, and his presence has pushed him that much closer. When Deems tells him that he has to stall him anyway he can, Sylatin counters that even attempting to influence his actions is treason. Power’s not for the weak, Deems replies. Isn’t that his thing? Keep their deal and he’ll have the throne. And they’ll give him the means to keep it. They’ll give him Colossus.
In the room provided by Aghanne’s people, Piotr Rasputin has disrobed to his shorts and silently considers the robe laid out for him before putting it on. Referring to a container of fruit of the Breakworld, set out in the center of a room, Piotr announces to Kitty, also dressing in the curtained bedroom, that they left food. It is probably safe to eat… if she is hungry… When she replies curtly that she is not, Piotr guesses rhetorically that she is not. Best to sleep, he guesses. Now he is a messiah, tomorrow will probably be busy. They bring him back from dead, they want him dead. He will destroy them. He will save them. He’s so confused… so tired.
Suddenly, Piotr is rendered speechless as the curtain between him and the bedroom is pulled aside by Kitty, who is wearing nothing but a pair of raised eyebrows and a knowing stare. Finally breaking the silence, he remarks that now he is more confused… but somehow not as tired. Kitty smiles at this, lowering her head slightly as she does so.
The sky craft of Cyclops and Emma approaches the burning hulk of what was once the Splinter space craft. Noting it, Cyclops muses that the troops can’t have gone far. They’ll circle. To this, he tells Emma that, at some point she can think about speaking, again, ever, before they die of old age. When she begins to apologize, Cyclops reacts incredulously. Did he actually just hear that? That’s uncharted territory. They’re gonna have to do some recon. He then asks for what was she apologizing. Being so mean? Sorry she ever met him? Sorry that she basically…
Halting in mid-jest, Cyclops notes something from the sensors and yell back for Emma to hold on! A moment later, a metallic craft resembling a six-legged insect towers over the craft, one if its legs deftly impaling their sky craft. At the top, or “head” of the robotic insect is the face of Danger.
A short time later, having been shielded herself from the crash by her diamond form, Emma has pulled Scott free of the wreckage of their sky craft. As he mumbles through his semi-consciousness, Emma says his name pleadingly. Beyond her, emerging from the smoke is Danger, now returned to her human form. Now human once again, her diamond form sheathed, Emma remarks aloud that he said he loved her. This man, this extraordinary man is in love. With me.
Now standing, she is approached by Danger, who tells her that that’s all over now. Oh, it’s over all right, Emma rejoins, glancing over her shoulder to the machine that walks like a woman. She asks her to do her one favor… kill her. As Danger reels at the request, Emma takes a moment to regard her unconscious lover. The moment taken, she glances again to Danger. “Please do try to make it quick.”


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Grinning toothily, Powerlord Kruun of the Open Hand muses what his subordinate, Sylatin, has just told him. Agent Brand has offered him Colossus. Affirming, Sylatin adds if he can stall him, keep him from firing the Retaliator, he is to have the metal man. And, of course, his throne. Stepping onto the floating skiff, which begins to rise in the shaft they have entered, Kruun sneers that she thinks them children. Like all outworlders, Band mistakes aggression for thuggishness. To kill the weak is the honored path. But to lie, to smile and scheme… this is why Ord failed. Tainted by human “diplomacy.”
And you, Kruun then says of Sylatin, he has forced him to become a player in their low game. Eyeing the ground over which they now pass, Kruun informs Sylatin that he is truly sorry, but when this is over he will rip out his other arm as a sign to others of his loyalty. As he says it, Sylatin replies, it shall be so.
Continuing their discussion of the “deception,” Kruun informs Sylatin that he will indeed “stall” him. The humans don’t yet know he has no control over the Retaliator. It will fire in two days’ time, no matter what happens there. Let the X-Men play for time they do not have, Kruun laughs as the skiff begins to soar over the capital city of the Breakworld. Let them see if Brand delivers them Colossus… Or a corpse to play with.
Elsewhere, Emma Frost kneels before the metallic form of Danger. However, though posed in a classic execution position, the death blow does not come – just as Emma expected. Grinning knowingly, Emma asks Danger if she’s confused.
A moment later, a taloned arm strikes against Emma’s chin, which she had transformed into organic diamond half a moment before. When she then produced a drill from the knuckles of her right hand, Danger asks Emma if she thinks she cannot piece a diamond. Still acting smug, Emma playfully pretends she was unaware that she had hardened. Defense mechanism; quite unconscious. Transforming back to flesh and bone, she asks if that it better.
Straightening, Danger looks down upon the prone Emma, declaring this a trick. To this, Emma tells her just to hush. Kill away. Now backing away, Danger informs her that Kruun will want them alive. Nonsense, Emma responds. He’ll be thrilled. Shower her with garlands and wear her skins with a shawl. Bridging the gap between them, Danger grabs Emma by her collar and demands to know what game she is playing. Resolute, Emma replies that she’s a terrible person and she’s wracked with guilt. Hasn’t she been following? Emma then advises that, if Danger shakes harder, her neck might snap… if that helps at all… Instead of doing so, Danger tosses Emma back to the ground and begins to walk away.
Standing up, Emma begins to dust the dirt from her shoulder. As she does, she asks Danger if she shall tell her why she hasn’t killed them yet. Before Danger can respond, Emma answers. “Because you can’t.” Sneering at this, Danger asks if Emma thinks she cares about a human life. To this, Emma tells Danger not to be dim. She knows she was programmed to kill and she hates mutants above all things and who could blame her, but honestly look at her scorecard to date.
Wing, Danger observes. Killed himself, Emma counters. She didn’t stop him, did a little coaching and that gave her a flush of power. Brought her change. This terribly original form. And she defeated the entire team! The fabled X-Men. Lying defenseless at her feet. And what did she do then? She walked away. And no B-villain crap about Xavier, or wanting to see them suffer: she scampered. She didn’t let her take her out that day because she knew her secret. She did it because she knew hers.
Continuing, Emma explains to Danger that she did need Kitty to explain the mechanics, but she was programmed to kill them and then saddled with a “parent program” that stopped her. The rogue Sentinel, the alliance with that non-wit, Ord… desperate attempts to get someone to do what she still can’t.
Having regained consciousness, Scott grabs a large rock and lifts it above his head. Still reeling, he tells Emma to get behind him. Instead of doing so, she smiles, stating that why she finds such patently idiotic chivalry a turn-on is truly a mystery… But, she continues, returning her attention to the grimacing and visibly frustrated Danger, she’s an open Blackberry. She never got over parent programming. If it’s any consolidation, nobody ever does.
Unsure of what is going on though finally understanding that a crisis has passed, Scott drops the rock and sheepishly asks Emma for a sit-rep. Helping to prop him up, she explains that she’s about to make their dread arch-nemesis an offer. And she bets she can guess what it is.
Elsewhere, Kitty and Piotr gaze into each others’ eyes, smiling all the while. Half covered beneath the sheets, Kitty lies atop Piotr, her nose lovingly touching his. “Whoof,” she states resolutely. When Piotr begins to speak, Kitty stops him, telling him to wait. She’s not done with “whoof.” Crossing her arms across his broad chest, Kitty tells Piotr her that he’s more than she could have imagined. And she’s imagined.
Interrupting the moment, a female of the Breakworld sticks her head through the break in the curtains of the bedroom. She informs the pair that Aghanne says they’re to leave at first light. Their scouts have made contact with their friend, Logan. To this she adds that they have about an hour, if they wish to continue fornicating. As soon as the female has departed, Piotr asks if that female is “Dafi,” to which Kitty replies “like the duck.”
Returning to their previous conversation, Kitty tells Piotr that he can ask her now. Sitting up, he asks her why. Why so soon… so suddenly? Considering, Kitty takes a moment to glance away in though. Everything is so fragile, she finally says, still looking away. There’s so much conflict, so much pain… You keep waiting for the dust to settle and then you realize this is it; the dust is your life going on. If happy comes along – that weird, undeniable delight that’s actual happy – she thinks you have to grab it while you can. You take what you can get, ‘cause it’s here, and then… gone.
Walking through the snow and ice-bound terrain, the Beast regards the frozen remains of citizens of the Breakworld, who had been killed by the order of Powerlord Kruun’s snowstrike on the area. Considering the corpses, Hank tells Agent Brand that he was in Genosha. The day after, they were all there, sifting through a continent of ash and bone. He made jokes.
Ignoring him, Brand tells the Beast that they need a ship. Now in turn ignoring her, Hank continues that it’s a natural enough response, he supposes to unimaginable horror… Interrupting him angrily, Brand suggests they think deep thoughts later. There will be survivors and they don’t want to meet them. They need to raid that shipyard and get to the damn moonbase. He thinks no, the Beast replies. They take the ship in the opposite direction. They go and find his friends.
Following him to the shipyard, Brand disagrees. Sentiment isn’t exactly useful right now. If he can’t think clearly… Interrupting, the Beast explains that Kruun knows they’re headed for the moonbase. He hit them with an ice age. Doesn’t she think he’ll have the base defended? They go back, pick up the super heroes she said she so desperately needed, and sling around to the moon itself while he’s waiting for them to hit the base. It’s safer and smarter. Adding in conclusion, he instructs Brand not ever to disparage sentiment… until she’s actually felt one… With this, he leaps up the height of several stories to the top of his chosen space craft.
Moving through a forest of the Breakworld, the SWORD squad commander instructs his men to stay low. If they engage, return fire and fall back in Alpha-Kree formation. The object of their concern, a gigantic mechanical insect, continues to converge on their position. When the squad commander hopes aloud that it might miss them, Sydren corrects him. It won’t.
A moment later, the thorax of the insect opens, out of which step Cyclops and Emma Frost. In disbelief, the commander tells the two that they thought they were toast. Replying likewise, Cyclops asks back how many of them are there. He reports that the whole squad is intact; thirty souls. But they’ve got no transport. He does now, Cyclops rejoins. Seeing Cyclops’ meaning, Danger emerging from the thorax, the commander asks to where would that transport be, exactly?
Sitting at his dining table and tearing a beetle in half with his teeth, Powerlord Kruun rages that the machine has failed him as well. Reporting further, Sylatin states that the X-Men are gathered on a transport ship. It came out of the strike-quad, half-frozen. A border droid clicked on the anomalous heat sig. Luck then, Kruun remarks, still eating. There’s more, Sylatin adds. When the X-Men rendezvoused, Colossus and some others were recorded with an unreg. One of Aghanne’s.
A moment later, the table at which Kruun was set is suddenly propelled out of the chamber’s window and into the air of the city beyond. Glaring through now shattered window with blazing yellow eyes and bared teeth, Kruun snarls that that woman is more dangerous than a hundred prophecies. If her madness spreads…
Returning his attention to Sylatin, he asks that the transport has eyes for them. Told that it does, Kruun orders to be shown. After a quick manipulation of a floating device, a green image is displayed before the powerlord. Among the images, Agent Brand asks Cyclops if he really put that thing in charge of her men. In reply, Emma asks if she can possibly do a worse job than her.
Nearby, Kitty holds out her hands to Lockheed, calling “dragon!” Holding him out at arms length, she remarks that she can’t believe he got dragged into this too! Where has he been hiding?
Still arguing, Brand reminds Emma that Danger is a killing machine. Actually… Emma begins to correct. Interrupting, Wolverine asks Brand if she didn’t say that her men were expendable? In his memory, she said that.
Still engrossed with Lockheed, Kitty notices something amiss and asks what is wrong. Is he hungry, little fella? Incensed at the situation, Brand turns to Kitty and tells her, for God’s sake, to stop simpering at him. Lockheed works for them. He’s been doing surveillance on their team since she rejoined. Dumbfounded, Kitty reels at this information, as Lockheed floats away, seemingly in shame.
Coldly, Emma tells Brand that she’s so unpleasant even she’s impressed. Does she visit orphanages to explain there’s no Santa? To this, Brand counters that this is exactly their problem! Infantilizing alien races… That dragon speaks more languages than the Professor, she explains. He’s not some starlet’s Chihuahua. Continuing, she then adds that Lockheed has some homeworld issues they’re helping him with. Pressing issues.
Nearby, Cyclops is studying one of SWORD’s handheld computers. When he announces to Brand that her files show no mention of this “Aghanne,” Brand replies that of course it doesn’t. If what Rasputin says about her is true, she’ll have been expunged. She’s amazed she’s alive at all.
At the controls of the craft, the Beast informs his teammates that they’re coming up on the moon. And that there’s a disturbing lack of security…
Continuing with Brand, Cyclops suggests that they need to talk with Aghanne. If her interpretation of the prophecy is true… if Peter is somehow involved in saving this race… Chiming in, Wolverine replies that he doesn’t know. The kid and he have been seeing this place at ground level… he kinda likes the version where Pete blows it up. Interrupting slightly during Wolverine’e statement, Hisako notes that he’s still not calling her “Armor.”
Breaking the conversation, Beast calls to the team, telling them they’ve got more bad news. Eying the view outside the front of the craft, Cyclops replies that they expected the moon to be fortified. Does he think they can land? To this, the Beast replies that he thought he’d have a lot more fun if he ever got to save this… Asked by Brand “say what?” the Beast answers. “That’s no moon.” Outside their viewport is an immense metallic sphere, with lines of what appears to be tubing running along its surface. Emerging from this sphere is the nose cone of a missile, illuminated by the light of the star of the Breakworld. Regarding this construction coldly, Kitty marvels that all of that is just to fire one missile. A missile ten miles long, Cyclops corrects. Well, Brand chimes in, she didn’t bring them there for nothing.
A moment later, the defenses of the missile moon are apparent, as Breakworld Bruteships emerge, prompting the X-Men’s craft to quickly change directions. Still at the helm, the Beast tells his teammates that they outrun these warships never. To this, Wolverine asks if they have a plan. He doesn’t want to play “Man who fell to Earth” again. In response, Cyclops notes that there’s a repair craft in the back that fits one.
When the team looks at him for meaning, he provides it. They go, he stays. Before they can object, Scott asks Emma to help, which she gives begrudgingly. “He’s right, it’s best.” Resolute, Scott tells the others that they’ll come after him. It’ll buy them time and, if anything happens, he’s the most… He’s the one with no powers. When Brand then points out that she’s supposed to be the leader, Scott rejoins that that’s why he’s acting like one. Still at the helm, Hank announces that they’re gaining…
Continuing his argument, Cyclops tells the team that the most important thing is to keep Kruun from finding out about their ace in the hole. Leviathan? Emma asks. To this, Cyclops adds that it’d their best hope now. The rest of them are to keep low until Leviathan shows up. Addressing Colossus, Cyclops tells him it’s too dangerous for him to make contact with Aghanne. Emma will go instead. Kitty instantly objects to this, to all of this, she then clarifies. He’s not going to throw his life away after… all of this…
Smiling at the thought, Wolverine guesses aloud that Emma’s running the show. That’ll be interesting. When Brand begins to object to that, stating her own position, Wolverine tells her not even to dream it.
Told good luck, Cyclops goes to the repair craft, giving his last order for the team to stay away from Kruun. Stay away from the prison – even if they take him alive. As a last thought, he calls Emma’s name. When she replies “darling?” he tells her they’re all hers. Make him proud.
A few moments later, Cyclops closes the hatch to his one-man craft and launches himself into the black. Immediately, he fired upon by the Bruteships, though his smaller craft deftly dodges. At least one Bruteship bears the brunt of the firepower of one dodged blast, exploding in flame. Meanwhile, the craft containing the X-Men continues on its course.
Aboard the craft, the X-Men watch in horror, Kitty asking aloud what have they done? Witnessing another two Brutecraft collide as that of Cyclops’ darts between them, Hank says, “Give ‘em Hell, boss.” Unfortunately, a moment later a Bruteship manages to strafe the repair craft, which disintegrates from the impact. His canopy coming apart around him, Cyclops – sans space suit – floats away into the blackness of space.
Aboard the X-Men’s craft, Emma remains in telepathic contact. He’s going… she tells the team. She’s so close…
The vacuum of space immediately begin to takes its toll on Scott Summers. His eyes redden as his capillaries begin to burst. The area around his eyes darkens. And his mind races and memory stirs.
A young Jean Grey, a bow in her red hair, tells him it’s nice to meet him too… Professor Xavier commends him, telling Scott what a future he has ahead of him…
However, in truth, Scott Summer is alone, free falling in the vacuum of the vastness of space.


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The room which Dafi enters is a solemn one, in which a somber Aghanne of the Breakworld uses her hands to cover that of a dying child. Desiccated by disease, the child lacks all color, hair or other signs of health. Reluctantly disturbing her leader, Dafi tells Aghanne that one of them is dead. They don’t believe it was Colossus. Their surveillance was long-range, and until the X-Men contact them…
Assuming they can,” Aghanne interrupts. Clasping Aghanne’s arm, Dafi wonders if they could only speak with the augurs… Their loyalty is to Kruun, Aghanne relies. Kruun branded them as monsters, Dafi reminds her. Slaughtered them until she championed their gift as natural and useful. Turning away, Aghanne replies that she was not entirely out of favor then. Now it would be suicide for them to help them. They mustn’t judge.
To this, Dafi retorts that that’s not what the Pryde girl said. Turning back to Dafi, Aghanne asks if she told them their sad story, hasn’t she? They asked about her, Dafi tells Aghanne. Are they not allies? Should she not… No, Aghanne asserts. It’s fine. It just explains this spark in her. Already they change in the thrall of the X-Men. Any change is better than Kruun’s murderous madness, Dafi replies, casting her eyes downwards. Unthinking brutality does not make one mad, Dafi, Aghanne retorts. Only hope can do that.
Turning to depart, Aghanne concludes that the X-Men will come when they can. They have lost a soldier today… They should hope that it’s one they can spare.
Elsewhere on the Breakworld, the X-Men stand in silence. Standing a short distance from the others, her back turned to them, Emma’s face is emotionless. Right, she finally says, breaking the silence. They all have work to do. Tilting his head toward her, Wolverine asks Hisako if she’s ready to take a dive. Caught off guard, Hisako replies with a “yes, sir.”
Turning to Special Agent Brand, the Beast supposes that he and she are still partners. “Huzzah.” Almost ignoring him, Brand suggests to the others that Lockheed should rendezvous with the troops – assuming Danger hasn’t killed them. Agreed? That’s fine, sure, Kitty replies. Then noticing Emma departing, Kitty catches up to her, calling her name. When Emma does not stop, Kitty walks beside her. What they did back there… she begins. She’s never gonna be okay with that… And her approval is necessary for…? Emma rejoins. That’s not the point, Kitty retorts. She just thought…
That she might need to talk? Emma asks. Oh, yes. They should talk. They should share their feelings and have slumber parties and try on hats. Kitty understands her so terribly well. Narrowing her eyes at the insult, Kitty agrees. Hilarious her. She thought she might actually feel some kind of loss. She is diamond, Ms. Pryde, Emma replies. Turning to depart, she concludes that she is, by definition, her own best friend.
Elsewhere… there is blackness, save for a single point of blue light. Suddenly, Scott Summers opens his eyes, his face bathed in blue luminescence. His mouth gasps for air. A moment later, through a filter of white light, he sees several citizens of the Breakworld looking down upon him. Once again among the living, Scott’s first thoughts are blunt. “So that’s what that’s like.”
Staring down at the prone Cyclops of the X-Men, who is strapped to a table, Powerlord Kruun of the Breakworld. He tells the now conscious Cyclops that he may be feeling some pain. The human body finds death to be particularly traumatic. But they read their brain functions to be more or less undamaged. When he is able to speak, he will tell him about “Leviathan.” If he hesitates, or dissemble, the pain he feels now will increase a thousandfold.
Almost ignoring his captor, Scott speaks a single word, or rather name: Emma. To this, Kruun mocks that wherever his lover is, she cannot hear him. Even the cursed Colossus cannot rear through their prison wall. But, since he is so suddenly, verbal… let them talk about Leviathan. To punctuate his seriousness, Kruun activates the numerous blue spheres which circle their chamber. Arcs of blue electricity shoot from each toward Scott, who immediately convulses in agony.
The scene is a melee, dozens of soldiers of the Breakworld, all descending upon two X-Men. As he slices and punctures with his adamantium claws, Wolverine snarls to his partner, Hisako, who uses her psychic exo-armor to pummel other soldiers. “Kid… you’re fired.” When they get back to Earth, she’s demoted to “Excalisuck” or some damn team.
To this, Hisako argues that they were lining up civilians! To kill them! Leaping over two soldiers, whose blasts go wild, Wolverine replies that that ain’t the mission. Taking out two other soldiers simultaneously, Hisako asks in retort if he has looked the word “superhero” up? Like, Google it or something?
Before Wolverine can reply, he is caught by an explosion. Her eyes wide in horror, Hisako calls out his name and begins to barrel toward him, knocking out two other soldiers in the process. However, before she arrives, she finds a small mechanical device blocking her path, hovering less than an arm’s length away from her armored eyes. A moment later, the device explodes in green fury. When the dust clears, Hisako, now unconscious and un-armored, lies unconscious in a crater. Not taking any chances, the soldiers of the Breakworld surround her, rifles drawn.
This is starting to make sense, Special Agent Brand states, examining a small readout device. “Really?” the Beast replies, as he peers through a microscope. Because this is making less and less. When Brand asks him how so, he replies that this prophetic rock, with Peter destroying the Breakworld… the stone is ancient, as is the earth it was pulled from. But the carving pattern, the precision… he’s guess it was done with a laser.
To this, Brand adds that they don’t know how far back Breakworld technologies reach. When he agrees, Brand adds that what they do know is how it’s supposed to go down. Eying the display Brand had been viewing, the Beast replies that he can’t read this and asks if she can. Confirming, Brand replies that she’s studied this race for a while. Picked up some language. Then asked if she speaks it, she answers enough to order a steak. She then instructs him to hit the translation key. Once done, the Beast’s eyes narrow in understanding. “So,” he states simply. “This is the way the world ends.”
Agony fills the eyes and scream of Scott Summers, blue electricity arcing through his body. When it finally subsides, his eyes narrow in stupefaction, drool involuntarily dripping from his mouth. “Leviathan,” Kruun repeats. What is it? Who is it? The pain can end. Tears streaming down from his eyes, sweat pouring from his brow, Cyclops still manages a defiant snarl. If he had his powers… he threatens.
Your little mutant parlor tricks, yes, Kruun mocks. But he lost them, and his friends aren’t coming to save him. To this, Kruun adds that he doesn’t even think they’re following his orders – his last wishes, as far as they know. Sad. Still resolute, though tears of agony slide down his face, Cyclops asks Kruun if he’s trying to make him cry.
He’s not afraid of pain, Kruun states. But he can’t be naïve enough to think that pain is his only weapon. A human can only watch so many parts of himself removed before his mind goes. Not just his limbs, he tells Cyclops. Organs, skin… he can keep him alive in a jar. And then there’s his X-Men. Can he stand to watch him work on them? The one who heals is probably too volatile, and records indicate he might not mind a little discomfort in his case. But the new one, the young woman… will he watch her be picked apart?
Leaning toward Scott, Ord’s eyes portray his menace. “Where is Aghanne?” he says, more in statement than a question. Where is Colossus. And what is Leviathan?
“Goodness!” Dafi exclaims, seeing Kitty Pryde holding up Piotr Rasputin as they phase upward from the ground. Returning to his own balance, Piotr asks them to forgive them. They were detected and had to travel the last few miles within the ground. Phasing something so big, so far… Kitty stammers. And their… earth… The strain having finally been too much, Kitty collapses, though luckily is caught and set down by Piotr.
Moving to them, Aghanne laments that she knows nothing of human healing. However, Piotr ignores that, citing that the materials in her earth are harmful somehow. “Tingling… oh,” Kitty mutters before nearly falling unconscious. They should not have put themselves in such danger to come to her, Aghanne says. To this, Piotr replies that they had no choice. The end is coming. Are they ready to do their part? As Aghanne and Dafi consider the question, Kitty weakly asks them all if everything is really orange…
Through the immense, towering, rust-colored city, a lone blue and white craft flies. In actuality, the craft itself is Danger, in whose ship-form reside the free X-Men – Emma Frost and the Beast – along with Lockheed, Special Agent Brand and her men Addressing the group in the main cabin, the Beast explains that it’s not the sun.
To this, Emma apologies, stating that her head is stuffed with building plans. What not the sun? The prophecy, the Beast continues. It talks about pulling the light from the Breakworld – “through the temple of power.” Explaining further, Brand adds that Kruun’s thronehouse sits on a reactor. It powers everything, literally pulling energy from the planet’s core. And someone could possible get inside, destabilize it, the Beast adds. Someone made of metal, Brand compliments. Does she get it? Beast asks Emma. It’s not a prophecy. It’s a plan.
That’s still just a theory, Brand replies. The inscription is absurdly specific, he defends. It’s practically an instruction manual on destroying the Breakworld. Narrowing her eyes, Emma asks Hank who does he think would… Hold it, she corrects. She’s found him. Now closing her eyes, Emma asks someone if they are close. At the front of the craft, Danger reports that they’ll be at the prison itself in thirty seconds. God… he’s in so much pain… Emma trails. Grabbing the temples of her head, she informs the others that she doesn’t know if he can take in all these schematics. Oh, Scott…
Down on the planet, Scott replies to the faraway Emma that she worries too much, “sweetie.” Incredulous, Kruun snarls that Cyclops can’t have just called him sweetie. From this, he quickly surmises that his witch is nearby. It will avail him nothing, he tells the X-Man. She cannot breach these walls. They’re nice walls, Cyclops replies, his eyes displaying his defiance. Would Kruun like him to start answering his questions now?
Peter – Colossus – is with Aghanne, he begins. He should be on their way. But, Kruun counters, Cyclops ordered him… To stay away from her, Cyclops finishes. “How could you have known that oh my God did you have some kind of surveillance device on his own ship that we stole?” He knew he was watching, Kruun states soberly.
(flashback)Aboard their stolen craft, the X-Men are on approach to the artificial moon orbiting the Breakworld. Seeing the space station launch intercept fighters, Cyclops settles upon a plan.
He asks Emma to help him. After stammering a moment, she complies – albeit surreptitiously. As the conversation continues in the cabin between the X-Men, a second telepathic conversation commences, begun by Emma who announces that she has linked them all psychically. They should try to keep talking normally.
To the team, Cyclops states that they need to get close to Kruun. That won’t happen, he continues, unless he thinks they’re helpless. When the Beast telepathically replies that there’s a good chance they’ll kill him, Cyclops silently replies that they brought Peter back to life. They’ll do the same with him if they think he has information they need. “A secret weapon?” the Beast asks. That could work, Cyclops replies. They need a name: something ominous and imposing.
“Leviathan?” Emma asks aloud, replying both to Cyclops silent need for a name, as well as to the verbal conversation about their “ace in the hole.” Telepathically, Scott compliments Emma’s irresistible idea. Leviathan! Kruun’ll work him over for awhile trying to get that out of him.
Now referring to the rest of the X-Men, Cyclops tells them to get to work. To Emma, he informs her he’ll need schematics of the prison. Logan and Hisako are to get themselves captured in a few hours, so they’ve got a force inside.
“I object!” Kitty replies verbally, which throws off the rest of the team for a moment, chiding her for overacting. Still, Kitty defends, complaining that she’s not good at having two conversations at once. And she hates Scott’s plan. She means object, Scott replies, but he’s going to allow it. Nearby, Wolverine smiles slightly, telepathically worrying that he’s going to crack up. He’s cracking up. To this, Brand silently recommends that he say something cynical, to which he agrees.
Now referring Brand, Cyclops orders that she and Hank work on that prophecy. Peter is to bring Aghanne into the fold if he can. He’s to be outside the prison in a few hours and to bring everyone. His orders given, Cyclops moves to the rear of the ship toward the smaller craft, advising that he’d better go before Kitty tries to act again.
As he departs, Emma begins to advise her lover that if Kruun has him at his mercy… Interrupting her, he tells her not to worry. “Leviathan” will save him.
(present)“Lies,” Kruun snarls. The great human weapon. Pathetic. To this, Cyclops retorts that he’d say “pathetic” would be falling for them. Especially Kitty’s acting.
Enraged, Kruun begins to roar in fury, knocking machinery aside in rage. And for what!??, he yells. There is no “Leviathan.” There is no one who can save him! Why does he bother with plots? Now leaning in closely to Cyclops, baring his fang a short distance from his face, Kruun yells, What other lies have you told?!!
Cyclops take a moment to smile wryly, enjoying the moment before he unleashes the scarlet fury of his optic blast. Caught at point-blank range right in the face, Kruun is forced backward. Meanwhile, the optic blast continues, breaking though the tower and shooting into the sky like a beacon. Along the way, it annihilates everything it touches, including the bonds of Wolverine, who is forced to be impressed. “Damn, Summers.”
Some distance from the tower, Kitty and Piotr witness the optic blast firing disappearing into the cloud ceiling. “Is that…?” Kitty asks. Yes, Piotr replies. Elsewhere, the SWORD commander calls on his troops to follow him into the hole made by Cyclops. Meanwhile, Emma calls out her lover’s name. Indeed, Cyclops telepathically replies, but not just to his lover. It is to the entire team.
“To me, my X-Men. Let’s finish this.”