The Exiles: And It Begins.

[Wyldfire]

This place seemed to be nothing but desert. Namora had no idea where she was and no idea how she'd gotten here. One minute she'd been on her throne in Atlantis and the next she'd been spitting up sand that had gotten in her mouth when she fell. Whoever had done this would pay! No one does this to Queen Namora!

Namora had been in this desert for some time, she could feel her strength waning as she reached the point where she needed to be in the water. She was about to make a calculated risk and try to get airborne for long enough to see if there was anything but desert. That was when she saw the flash of light that she remembered from her transport to this place. Someone else was here. Maybe now she could get some answers.

(OOC)
Here's the OOC thread for this thread and the Weapon X thread.
https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=512015

 

[I_Am_Lust]

Jubilation Lee

Jubilee ran down the hallways of Bastion's hideout. She was cold, her clothes were tattered, and her long black hair swung down to the bottom of her ass. She paused for a moment to catch her breath and to decide which way she'd go. What had the woman that came to help her said? Left! Of course, so taking one last deep breath she dashed down the hallway, the sound of her bare feet echoing in her ears. Several guards appeared in front and she skidded to a halt with a soft, "Fuck!" Thankfully the woman from earlier had undone the power-nulling collar and she had her pafs back.

Gathering her power in her hands she sent off a violent volley of pafs. She saw blood splatter the wall and did a round off over the guards, then continued on. She saw more people and sent another volley of pafs ahead of her that fried them on impact. There was a door ahead! Perfect! She slammed her shoulder into the door with a grunt and darted straight into....well, she really didn't recognize the man, but she let out a low growl that would have made Wolvie proud.

At the thought of her lover, her throat tightened and she looked back over her shoulder. Had he gone in after her? She hoped not. Looking back at the stranger in front of her she ready a baseball sized paf. "Who the hell are you and what the hell do you want?" She snarled, again reminding herself of her lover. She shook her head and looked expectantly for an answer.

My name does not matter. However, what I have to offer does. If you want to save the man you love, step through the portal."
"Save...what?! What happened to Logan?! Who the hell are you?" Then she was screaming as a portal opened up under her and let out an "Oomph" as she landed in what appeared to be a desert, on her ass.

 

[DJ_Wordplay]

"How we got the monkey wrestling, I'll never know"

These were the words coming from the mouth of Tim McCoy, otherwise known as the Monster, as he piloted the blackbird over the Atlantic ocean. Sitting in the seat next to him was Nate Summers. He was a large, striking man with two shocks of white in his brown hair and a smile curled on his lips as he listened to the complaint.

"We needed to split up the team, Tim" Nate Summers, better known to the world as Cable, leader of the Mighty X-Men said "There was the problem in Wakanda and the attack of the Mole Man. You, me and Helen took one while Ray, Val and Nick took the other. Simple stuff"

Monster scoffed

"Yeah, I'm sure it's entirely a coincidence that your girlfriend and your sister got to go on the diplomatic mission to the world's premier vacation spot while I get to play human cannonball with a 15 story primate"

"Val's got a touch for the more sensitive stuff, you know that Tim" Nate looked back to the control panel in front of him "Besides, I was kind of hoping that, you and me, mixing it up with the Mole creatures, that we could find you a date for the Wedding."

"Speaking of the wedding....."

Tim's words were interrupted by a flash of light. It was brief and momentary but Nate still attempted to throw up a telekinetic shield around the outside of the ship. Nate's head ran through all of the possible attacks and defenses, strategies he'd worked over many times with Mr. Guthrie in the danger room. Whatever the source of this energy was, Cable was preparing to hit it back much harder than it'd hit him.

But in an instant the flash of light was gone and Nate found himself.....in a desert? There was no doubt about it, he found himself on his butt on a sand dune.

"Tim?" Nate sprang to his feet as he shouted the name of his best friend. Had it been a teleportation field? It was strange that the Blackbird's shields wouldn't kick in. "Tim?"

Nate's second call, which was more anxious, again yielded no reply. Concern began to grow. Nate tapped at his wrist computer, hoping to access the communicatator but the familiar green glow of the screen was replaced by a harsh blank screen. Nate tried to look around, get a bearing on his surroundings but found that this wasn't a desert that looked familiar in the least. Nate took to the sky, hoping for a better view of the situation.

Nate's powers had many applications but recently he'd grown fond of using his telekinesis to mimic the powers of one of his personal heroes, the Sentry. Telekinesis could easily pass for flight, super strength and force blasts. Nate's flight over the area proved to be somewhat fruitful as, a few hundred feet away he made out the shape of someone. Nate might be able to mimic flight but he couldn't fake the sight that went with it and so he flew himself closer to the figure he'd seen on the horizon. As he came closer to her, Nate could barely believe his eyes. Whoever this person was, she was the spitting image of Ms. Lee, one of Nate's old teachers. She looked much younger and a little more ragged but there was no mistaking her.

"Ms. Lee?" Nate asked incredulously as he floated himself to the ground.

 

[dragonrazor]

Christopher Summers looked around him. The world he was born on looked the same as it did when he left. But something was nagging at him. Something important, he just couldn't put his hand on it. That was, until he saw what was definitely a Shi'ar building sticking up in the skyline of the city of New York. His eyes went wide in shock, and his first instinct was to reach for the pistol he carried, expecting to be attacked. Seeing no one, he relaxed, but only slightly. That's when he heard the voice from behind him. He whirled, drawing and firing the pistol in one smooth motion, only to see the energy bolt from it pass through a person in some kind of robe. "Oh shit." That was the only thing that made it from his mind to his lips. The next thing he knew, the city around him was gone, to be replaced with some kind of temporal nexus. The voice spoke again, repeating its words to him, and compounding them.

"Christopher Summers, father of Scott and Alex Summers, leader of the Starjammers, and rebel against the Shi'ar in your 'verse. You have been chosen to help in a fight that may very well decide the fate of the entire Multiverse. You have been chosen for your unique gifts and talents."

"Yeah? What if I refuse to go along with this? I just wanted to go home. My wife is dead, my children are monsters under the control of an evil empire, and the one woman who had gotten me over that fact died in my arms with a pole through her heart. Sorry, but you can take your fight and shove it."

"CHRISTOPHER SUMMERS. You seem to believe you have a choice in the matter. You WILL fight. However, if it is motivation you require, then We will give you one. If you fight, and are successful, We will remove you and your wife from the time stream prior to your kidnapping by the Shi'ar. We will NOT remove your children, except for the unborn child, who would eventually become Vulcan at the hands of the Shi'ar. The reason your other sons will not be removed is because they are integral to most of the multiverse. In fact, in the universe we just removed you from, they were heroes, protecting humans and mutants alike from threats."

The voice stopped, and the figure studied Christopher. It was mentally reviewing the records they had of him. Most of the universes had the same version of him. However, this version was chosen for several particular reasons. The first was that he was younger in his universe than in most others. At a mere 35 years old, the man known as Corsair was in his prime. Strengthened slightly by the gravity of the Shi'ar homeworld, but not to the point where he was superhuman, in top physical condition, highly intelligent and adaptive, able to defend himself against most threats, even those who would be considered Metas. He had been chosen because he was the ideal version of himself to be used. On top of that, he was the only one who could have been safely removed from the multiverse without affecting anything else, because of the deaths of all but his two sons. Well, maybe not the only one. There was the actual superpowered version, but considering that one was drunk with his own power, it would not have been wise.

Corsair studied the being before him, which was still covered in its hooded robe. He was not a psychic, he was not a mutant, or a superhero, really. He was just a pirate, a rebel with a cause. But one thing he'd learned was to trust his instincts. He could almost hear Hepzibah yelling at him as he examined the creature. 'No, Corsair, you can't. You know nothing about what's going on, for all you know this guy could be some deranged psychotic...ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?'. At that point, Chris grinned. "Alright, I'll accept. But I'd like to add one condition to your offer. Yes, I would like to be removed from this time stream thingy with my wife, and the son she didn't tell me about would be welcome as well. But I'd also like it if Hepzibah were allowed to come with me. She may have been a nag most of the time, but usually she was right. She'd be able to keep me from doing anything foolish. Besides, I think my wife might like her."

The figure thought for a moment, as if consulting with something mentally. Then it bowed its head. "We will take it into consideration. Now, go, and find your companions." With that, the hooded figure, and everything around them, seemed to ripple out of existence, to be replaced with desert. Vast, unending desert, or so Corsair thought. He sighed, then shook his head, and checked the small computer at his wrist. It didn't give him an actual location reading, but it did indicate that there were several life signs nearby. So he turned around, getting his bearings as he stared at the display, and then started walking in the direction of the converging bodies. "This better be worth it."

 

[I_Am_Lust]

Jubilee

At first there had been silence. The air was stifling as she stumbled trying to get to her feet. The wind, usually a welcome caress that cooled her seemed to sting the multitude of cuts and bruises on her body. Jubilee did her best to knot her hair up off her back to help keep a tiny bit cooler as she softly cursed in Chinese at the person who had dumped her in this place. Her face was a mask of worry as she thought about the last words she had heard. To save the man she loved... She'd do anything for Wolvie, so she squared her shoulders and let her face relax. That is, until she heard someone calling her by her last name.

She whirled around to find the owner of the voice. Her pafs floating above her in an arch as she took up a defensive position and let out a warning growl. "Who the fuck are you bub and why the hell shouldn't I blow your head off where you stand?" Her heart ached as she spoke, thinking about just how much her lover had influenced both her mannerisms and speech patterns. She glared at the unknown man with cold blue eyes and her lips pulled back in a sneer of defiance. Jubilee wouldn't be captured again, not so soon after regaining her freedom. They'd have to kill her. Out of the corner of her eye, she vaguely made out what looked like another human shape and smirked. "Now this could be a fun party," she thought as more of the globules she controlled appeared around her.

 

[Wyldfire]

Namora saw The two people as they met. She also saw a third person heading towards them. Not recognizing any of them she approached them warily. Her strength was already fading but she couldn't let these people see her as weak. She straightened her shoulders and strode towards them.

 

[DJ_Wordplay]

Cable

When Nate had made his approach to who he thought was his old friend it had been with relief. He may be stuck somewhere bizarre but at least he was here with someone he knew. He had expected a warm and friendly greeting, what he got was

"Who the fuck are you bub and why the hell shouldn't I blow your head off where you stand?"

"Uh....." Nate threw his hands back in a symbol of surrender as he saw the familiar energy well up from Ms. Lee's hands. AS he got a closer look at her, Nate noticed that despite the youth, there was more about her that distinguished himself from his friend. She looked harder, rougher. He'd had a little bit of a crush on Ms. Lee when he was younger but this one looked so harsh and cold.

"Ms. Lee, it's me. Nate Summers. " Nate said, continuing to back away from her with his hands raised. An attempted scan of her mind revealed nothing. She had some sort of mental blocks in place, almost like the ones he found when he would tried to scan Logan. In lieu of being able to get anything from her mind, Nate instead mentally prepared to throw up a TK shield around himself. He'd hoped to see some sort of recognition in her eyes but instead just got the same harsh stare.

"I, uh, don't want to fight you." Nate said as he took another step back. Over the horizon he saw a figure approaching "And I don't think we're alone."

Nate watched as the tall blue skinned woman, an Atlantean from the looks of it, approached. He kept an eye on the energy balls that were probably aimed at him though. That wasn't anything near as surprising as the next figure to appear over the horizon. Nate watched as the man walked closer and closer to them. There was the unmistakable familiarity of his psychic residue. As soon as he saw the man's face, he knew who he was. He looked younger, like Ms. Lee, but there was no mistaking him.

"Grampa?"

 

[I_Am_Lust]

Jubilee glanced back at the blue-skinned woman...an Atlantean if she remembered correctly and then looked at the man the stranger, no Nate Summers addressed as Grandpa. The globules began to slowly circle her as she watched all three wearily. "Sorry...Nate was it? I ain't got no clue as to who you are. She watched the others warily, not wanting to let her guard down in case these people were friends of Bastion.

 

[Wyldfire]

As Namora got closer and closer to the newcomers she realized that she was in deep trouble. Her blue skin was starting to purple from the blistering sun of this desert. She was starting to wheeze with each step and her vision was occasionally blurring and graying around the edges of her vision.

As she got within polite speaking distance she said "I am Namora the First Queen of..." before her vision went and she toppled over.

 

[dragonrazor]

Christopher had been walking, staring at his screen. Once he was within thirty meters, he knew he didn't need it anymore, so he looked up. What he didn't notice was that the other life sign had suddenly stopped moving. As he looked up, he saw a woman with blue skin pitch forward. He may not have been superhuman, but years of training on the slightly heavier world that was the capitol of the Shi'ar empire, as well as in the artifical gravity of space, had allowed him to quickly and easily build up the muscles of a normal man his size. Granted, some of them could work better when they wanted to. Still, he hadn't quite adjusted to the change in gravity on this world, whatever it was. All this ran through his mind, as he darted forward, ignoring the woman he passed by with some sort of energy balls surrounding her, and the young man standing opposite her. He had almost stopped when he heard the word Grampa, but his years of only preying on the Shi'ar and protecting innocents, mainly women, pushed him forward. He managed to get to the young woman just as she would have hit the ground, and caught her, trying to steady her.

"Well, now, what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" It sounded like a cheesy pickup line, he knew, and he instantly regretted letting it fall from his lips. Hepzibah would have smacked him for it, but it actually seemed appropriate, given that the woman was having trouble breathing. "Hmm. I wish that damned MediDroid were here. Hell, at this point, I wish any of the Starjammers were here. You don't look like you'll make it much farther. But why are you having trouble breathing?"

 

[DJ_Wordplay]

Cable

Nate was only momentarily distracted by the shock of not being recognized either by Ms. Lee or by his grandfather. When the Atlantean woman fell and his Grandfather caught her, Nate rushed to her side as well.

"Hmm. I wish that damned MediDroid were here. Hell, at this point, I wish any of the Starjammers were here. You don't look like you'll make it much farther. But why are you having trouble breathing?"

Nate looked up at the man holding her. Closer, it was really quite interesting to see his grandfather as a younger man. Christopher Summers really did look a lot like his sons.

"She's an Atlantean, gramps" Nate said quickly. "She needs water. I can help, a little"

Nate stepped back for a moment and began concentrating. It was one of the most delicate uses of his power that he'd ever attempted. He could separate molecules telekinetically. It had pretty sparse use in most situations and took a great deal out of him but in this situation it seemed pretty useful. Nate began drawing the moisture in the surrounding air to the area surrounding the tall Atlantean's body, making the air around her slightly more humid. Nate couldn't affect it much but it was going to be better than nothing.

"Did....either...of...you....see...any....water...around?" Nate's words were choked out as he felt a gigantic headache building. He couldn't maintain this concentration for long.

 

[Armphid]

>> Personal Lifeglow level: 81%
>>>Disposable Lifeglow level: 32.4%
>>>>Environmental Conditions: Stabilized
>>>>>Systems re-initializing...

Doug Ramsey opened his eyes, the bright blue shot through with gold wiring, a focusing iris instead of a pupil automatically adjusting to the bright light that momentarily blinded him. "Where...am I?" His voice had an unusual, synthetic quality to it, otherwise a pleasant tenor. "Sam?" "Rahne?" He sat up, turning his head to look at his surroundings. Well, this wasn't where he remembered being last. No Phalanx stronghold in the Alps here. Just desert. As he stood, he scanned for the others. No sign of their comm units. No sign of them.

He paced to the top of a dune, his systems scanning for any lifeforms. Four humanoid lifeforms found. His right hand shifted and flowed, the T-O material reshaping itself into a sleek pair of binoculars that he lifted to his eyes. He could see four of them in one general area. "Magnify." The view suddenly swooped in close enough that he could make out their features. As he did so, their faces were scanned and small pictures pulled aside as he scanned his database for matches.

Humanoid 1: Partial Match
Jubilee
Lee, Jubilation
Homo sapien superior
Projection of light and plasmids
See: X-Men, current
Anomoly: Subject matches Jubilee only if a minor variance in age is allowed.

Humanoid 2: Unknown
Unknown
Unknown
Homo sapien superior
Unknown capabilites

Humanoid 3: Unknown
Unknown
Unknown
Homo mermanus, mutant gene detected
Amphibious, Super human Strength (Class 5) and Durability (Class 5),
Vulnerable to dehydration
Alert: Presence of mutant gene indicates subject may exceed normal Homo mermanus perameters
Alert: Subject is rapidly expiring due to arid environment

Humanoid 4: Partial Match
Corsair
Summers, Christopher. Major, USAF (presumed deceased)
Homo sapien
Access to alien weaponry (See: Shi'ar)
See: Starjammers
Anomoly: Subject matches Corsair only if major variance in age is allowed

Cypher lowered the binoculars, the device reshaping into his hand. "I've got a bad feeling about this." "But...I won't get any answers just watching them, and the Altantean woman is going to die without water." He nodded to himself, large vents and fins emerging from his back a moment before twin jump jets fired, launching him through the air.

He landed in a crouch with a heavy thud about 100 feet from the group of people just in time to hear Cable's gasping question about water. "There are no surface deposits of water within a 10 square kilometer range." Damn it, all this time and he still couldn't talk like a normal person, even if his thoughts hadn't changed. "There is a 95.6% probability that the Atlantean subject will expire before existing surface sources can be reached." As he stood, the jump jets, vents, and fins shrank away. "Please excuse the dramatic nature of my appearance." "I intend no harm."

He lifted his left hand, the appendage becoming a slender rectangle. "Let me scan for underground water sources...found." "75 feet below." "Please, shield your eyes." He pointed to the east, his right arm stretching, swelling, and changing , becoming a huge drill much larger than the young transformed mutant. The bit whined as it began to move, and Cypher brought it down onto the sand. His other arm also stretched out, snaking through the small group to fan out over Corsair and the prone Namora, providing shade. Sand flew up from the boring arm as the drill bit deep into the ground, past the sand, into the earth hidden far beneath. A translucent tube of yellowish T-O material slithered out from the drill, along the arm, back over his shoulders to connect to his left arm. A few moments later, small spouts formed on the fan-like left hand, and with a hiss, water began to fall onto the space pirate and the Atlantean queen. "Hydration initiated, chance of recovery at 99.3%."

Doug turned to look at the others, his eyes curious. "My designation is Cypher, currently affiliated with X-Force." "Do any of you know where we are or how we arrived at this location?"

 

[dragonrazor]

Chris looked up at the...creature...that had appeared. It looked mostly human, except it was solid red, and looked sort of like a living machine. He'd never seen anything like it, and considering he'd explored most of the two galaxies housing the Human and Shi'ar homeworlds, that was saying something. The abilities of the creature interested him. And it could speak, that was a plus. It indicated a good degree of intelligence, even if it had a mechanized quality. It kind of reminded him of the medical droid from the ship. He smiled to himself at that. He looked at the others, then considered. He knew how they got here, or at least, he could guess, considering what happened to him. Shrugging his shoulders, he spoke. "I'd guess you were each offered a deal by the shadowy guy in the hood. That's what I'm doing here. Just wish I knew what here was. Last thing I remember was being dropped off on Earth by the Starjammers, after Hepzibah died." His voice caught slightly at that, but he continued anyways.

"The problem was, it wasn't MY Earth. There was something wrong with the scenery. It didn't hit me until I realized there was a Shi'ar facility in the NYC skyline. When did those murdering, selfserving bastards take over? Has it really been that long since we were taken? Scott...Alex...they've turned you into monsters, and now they try to take my home from me?" He was speaking to himself now, drawing into his mind.

 

[Wyldfire]

Enter the Timebroker.

As the group began working on saving the atlantean woman a man rounded a sand dune and looked at them. He was a short man with a bit of a paunch belly and he was balding. He wore a nicely cut suit even if it was a decade or so out of modern tastes. He watched all of them trying their best to save Queen Namora.

"Hello boys and girls. You know Douglas that was quick thinking drilling for water. It's also shown that wise choices were made for this team. To go to such extremes to save a total stranger, it speaks well of each of you."

Now, he thought, let the chaos of questions and demands begin. These people had to be easier to handle than the others.

 

[Armphid]

Humanoid 4 confimred as Corsair.
Note: Subject is exhibiting unusual behavior and speaking that may indicate mental deterioration. Caution should be exercised.

Doug was about to ask Corsair if his ship was available, when a new arrival ambled around a dune. He seemed unsurprised by what he was seeing, from the plasmids orbiting Jubilee to his own shape-shifted T-O composition. Doug's mind flashed back to an old cartoon he'd watched as a child. "So, this must be the Dungeon Master." "He expected to see us, he's not startled at all." "And he knows who I am." "Interesting."

Scanning new Humanoid Subject (Humanoid 5)
Subject resists all scanning, and matches no database entries.
Vast energy reserves are detected in Humanoid 5, but no further analysis is possible.

"Very interesting." "This guy showing up can't be a coincidence." Doug's head turned a full 90 degrees to regard the oddly attired man. "Thank you for the compliment." "It appears that you are fully aware of who we are, despite our own ignorance of such data." "Would it be correct that you can account for the discrepancies observed in Jubilee and Corsair, as well as for the nature of our arrival at this location?" "I assume that this was not random."

 

[Wyldfire]

Humanoid 4 confimred as Corsair.
Note: Subject is exhibiting unusual behavior and speaking that may indicate mental deterioration. Caution should be exercised.

Doug was about to ask Corsair if his ship was available, when a new arrival ambled around a dune. He seemed unsurprised by what he was seeing, from the plasmids orbiting Jubilee to his own shape-shifted T-O composition. Doug's mind flashed back to an old cartoon he'd watched as a child. "So, this must be the Dungeon Master." "He expected to see us, he's not startled at all." "And he knows who I am." "Interesting."

Scanning new Humanoid Subject (Humanoid 5)
Subject resists all scanning, and matches no database entries.
Vast energy reserves are detected in Humanoid 5, but no further analysis is possible.

"Very interesting." "This guy showing up can't be a coincidence." Doug's head turned a full 90 degrees to regard the oddly attired man. "Thank you for the compliment." "It appears that you are fully aware of who we are, despite our own ignorance of such data." "Would it be correct that you can account for the discrepancies observed in Jubilee and Corsair, as well as for the nature of our arrival at this location?" "I assume that this was not random."

"Yes I can Douglas, You have each become Unhinged from time. Each of your realities have been damaged causing each of your fates to become changed. If you can repair the realities you will be sent to then as things are repaired some of you will be able to go home to your normal realities." The man said to the group.

He paced a bit as he let this news settle in. "The first world you will be going to has a rather large problem. That problem's name is Hank Pym. Pym is going to be finishing a project that will bestow the powers of a herald of Galactus on him. It will also complete his decent into madness. He is an unstable personality and the power he will receive will drive him into madness. This must be stopped."

 

[I_Am_Lust]

Jubilee looked pissed. "You wait til after that bastard Bastion catches me ta realize something is wrong ta set things right? That's a laugh bub." She reabsorbed her pafs and turned away. "Ya know what? I'm outta here. Wolvie's prolly worried half ta death looking for me." She started to walk off. "Later."

 

[Wyldfire]

Jubilee looked pissed. "You wait til after that bastard Bastion catches me ta realize something is wrong ta set things right? That's a laugh bub." She reabsorbed her pafs and turned away. "Ya know what? I'm outta here. Wolvie's prolly worried half ta death looking for me." She started to walk off. "Later."

"Young lady, if you walk away I will send you home. Then you will never get to see your Wolverine again. In your case what unhinged you from time is that your lover dies trying to rescue you from Bastion and you will be twisted into Bastion's pet assassin." The Broker put this out there for her with not a bit of regard for her feelings. The little girl needed a wake up call.

"So, should I call you a cab back to your homeworld?"

 

[I_Am_Lust]

She froze upon hearing the man's words. "What didja say?" She turned, anger and despair flooding her as her pafs surrounded her. "What did ya say happened ta Wolvie?" Her voice took on a slightly hysterical edge. She fell to her knees, her head in her hands as the plasmoids danced around her. "Oh God...Wolvie....I'm so sorry..." She whispered softly, no longer paying attention to the others. She looked up at the man. "So, Wolvie will be safe...if I stay? Will he?!" She demanded impatiently.

 

[Wyldfire]

She froze upon hearing the man's words. "What didja say?" She turned, anger and despair flooding her as her pafs surrounded her. "What did ya say happened ta Wolvie?" Her voice took on a slightly hysterical edge. She fell to her knees, her head in her hands as the plasmoids danced around her. "Oh God...Wolvie....I'm so sorry..." She whispered softly, no longer paying attention to the others. She looked up at the man. "So, Wolvie will be safe...if I stay? Will he?!" She demanded impatiently.

"If you stay and repair the damage of as many worlds as it takes then you will get to return home, Jubilation. When you return home you will find that Wolverine is alive and well," The Timebroker said, "And you may also find out he's got something for you as well."

The Broker looked down at Namora as she started to rouse from her suffering. She was still a slight shade of purple but the blue was returning. "I'm sorry your majesty, but it was deemed prudent to weaken you for this meeting. Your will and outrage could have been dangerous if you were allowed your full might. In your world your unhinging was the result of damage to your world. In it you would never be born. Atlantis would be destroyed and the surface world would never benefit from your wisedom and just rule."

Namora looked up at the man speaking of her never being born and the damage that would happen. She wanted to rail against him, to scream at him, to tear him to pieces but she held herself back. "I suppose then I have little choice but to aid in this repair work. But I do not like you or your methods little man. And you will pay for what you have done to me."

 

[DJ_Wordplay]

Nate took stock of the entire situation unfolding in front of him with some degree of shock, some degree of surprise and some degree of lucidity. After all, this was not all that close to the weirdest situation he'd been put in. Still, he spoke up.

"Uh, hi everyone. Look, I don't know if you can recognize me from any of your realities but I'm Nate Summers, or Cable. I, uh, lead the X-men where I'm from."

He turned to the odd man in the funny suit.

"And I legitimately have to get back. Leaving aside I don't know what happened to Tim, I have a girlfri....fiance to get back to and a life in my reality. I'll be happy to help out with the Hank Pym problem but after that I can't take a lot of time traipsing around the multi-verse. I have a wedding to plan and things to do."

 

[I_Am_Lust]

Jubilee looked from Namora to the man in front of them. "I'm with the Queen. You will pay for what you did....after we fix your messes. I want ta get back ta Wolvie." She tilted her head. "So are ya sending us or do we get ta call a cab?" She thought for a minute and looked back at the man. "Somethin' for me? What...? Never mind, I'll find out when this is over."

 

[Wyldfire]

Nate took stock of the entire situation unfolding in front of him with some degree of shock, some degree of surprise and some degree of lucidity. After all, this was not all that close to the weirdest situation he'd been put in. Still, he spoke up.

"Uh, hi everyone. Look, I don't know if you can recognize me from any of your realities but I'm Nate Summers, or Cable. I, uh, lead the X-men where I'm from."

He turned to the odd man in the funny suit.

"And I legitimately have to get back. Leaving aside I don't know what happened to Tim, I have a girlfri....fiance to get back to and a life in my reality. I'll be happy to help out with the Hank Pym problem but after that I can't take a lot of time traipsing around the multi-verse. I have a wedding to plan and things to do."

"Oh, and don't forget the funeral you have to plan if you go back too soon either Nate," The Broker looked the man up and down seeing the words hit home, "Or the long term care for your sister either. So I think you need to remember the gravity of this. I don't make the rules I just follow them. If you want to leave you can whenever you want, but if you leave too soon and your timeline's not repaired then you simply have to live with the broken time, even if that means you never existed." The last was said with a look at Namora.

"Cypher, you will be returned to your home, as will you Corsair. To your proper home. Namora, you will continue to rule your world. Each and every one of you have reasons to do this but you also have the typical strong wills of Heroic mutants." He thought they should hgave a little time to let this sink in, besides there was one more member to arrive.

 

[Wyldfire]

Jubilee looked from Namora to the man in front of them. "I'm with the Queen. You will pay for what you did....after we fix your messes. I want ta get back ta Wolvie." She tilted her head. "So are ya sending us or do we get ta call a cab?" She thought for a minute and looked back at the man. "Somethin' for me? What...? Never mind, I'll find out when this is over."

"So like your man aren't you Jubilee? All rough and ready for a fight. Well, if it will help spure you and Namora through this then keep making me pay as your inspiration."

He watched each of the team as he continued, "You will be transported from reality to reality, don't worry about that. I will also be able to give you information when you're in the field. This will all be obvious once you get started."

 

[dragonrazor]

Corsair hadn't actually been listening until he heard the last name Summers spoken from the guy who had called him Gramps earlier. He blinked, turning to look at the guy, then shrugged. He slowly turned to look at the man calling himself the Timebroker. "You already know my answer. I want my wife and sons back from D'ken and his damned empire. So when do we get started." He stood up slowly, helping this Namora to her feet, then stepped away slightly, and bowed, remembering something the Broker said about her being a ruler. Then he turned back to survey the group. "I don't know what a mutant is, but I'll help in any way I can. I'm sure there's some use for a pirate, though I'll be damned if I can figure out what."