[[1]Gage[1]] >>>>>PROLOGUE<<<<<

[[1]Gage[1]] LOCATION> ISLAND.

[[1]Gage[1]] SCENE> THE NATIVES IN RED CAME ALONG AND FOUND SERAPH, MYRIAD, AND CAP AND KINDLY OFFERED TO TAKE THEM BACK TO THEIR CAMP. THE TRIO IS JUST ARRIVING AT THEIR CAMP, AND SEEM VERY EXCITED, ESPECIALLY WITH MYIRAD FOR SOME REASON.

<[1]Seraph[1]> ::looks at the scenery::

<[1]Myriad[1]> ::keeps giving the natives glares and bad looks, hoping to discourage them from whatever::

[[1]Gage[1]] <Native> [[The predictions are true! The white skinned goddess has arrived!]] ::paying not attention to her scowls::

<[1]Seraph[1]> ::glances back at his wings:: I do hope these don't cause any problems

<[1]Myriad[1]> ::runs a hand through her hair:: ..wish i knew what they keep on gibbering about..

[[1]Gage[1]] <Native2> ::frightened look:: [[Does this mean the Goten's have conjured the yellow demon?]]

[[1]Gage[1]] <Native> [[Fear not! The Pale One is here and she shall protect us! She even brings a winged one for our sacrifice!]]

<[1]Seraph[1]> ::looks up at the trees:: I wonder what they're saying

<[1]Myriad[1]> ::sighs:: as long as we manage to get Click and get outta here as fast as possible, it doesn't matter..

[[1]Gage[1]] <CaptainAmerica> I do not recall these peoples...but perhaps they know where my shield is. ::turns to Myriad:: You seem to please them very easily Myriad.

<[1]Myriad[1]> ::snorts:: it's not like i'm actually trying to.

[[1]Gage[1]] <CaptainAmerica> ::nods:: Your pale skin may be an attractive attribute to them.

<[1]Myriad[1]> ::...blinks:: ...i won't be looking very 'attractive' to them once i get sunburned.. ::crosses her arms::

<[1]Seraph[1]> do you think they will let us go peacefully?

[[1]Gage[1]] ACTION> ALL MYRIAD IS GETTING EMPATHICALLY THE NATIVES IS A SENSE OF AWE...AND CAP'S SENSE OF DUTY.

[[1]Gage[1]] <CaptainAmerica> I imiagine. As long as we do not offend them. So be weary.

<[1]Myriad[1]> ..hmph. ::grabs a stick and hands it to Cap:: ...draw your shield in the sand.. i bet they'd be glad to show me where it is if they're seen it..

[[1]Gage[1]] <<from the natives...*sigh* *twitch*>>

[[1]Gage[1]] <CaptainAmerica> ::smiles:: Good idea. ::crouches down and draws the sheild int he sand, complete with star in the middle::

<[1]Myriad[1]> ::looks to the Natives:: ..hey, you!! ::points to the drawing:: have you seen that?

[[1]Gage[1]] <Natives> ::just stare at the drawing for a second, then look at Myriad and begin admiring her again::

<[1]Myriad[1]> ::...puts a hand on her forehead:: ....damn.

[[1]Gage[1]] <Native> ::gestures for them to continue toward the village:: [[Come, we must celebrate your arrival!]]

<[1]Seraph[1]> I think they're too obsessed with you Ms Wellington

[[1]Gage[1]] <CaptainAmerica> Lets go with them. We need to figure out what they know of the other tribe. ::follows the natives::

<[1]Myriad[1]> ::starts walking the way they've gestured:: ...maybe we oughta paint you white so they'll leave me alone.

[[1]Gage[1]] ACTION> AS THE GROUP ARRIVES IN THE VILLAGE, STATUETTES WHICH RESEMBLE MYRIAD AND ARE PAINTED WHITE STAND NEAR A LARGE THRONE, DECORATED WITH FLOWERS. UPON SEEING MYRIAD, EVERYONE IN THE VILLAGE BOWS.

<[1]Seraph[1]> me? ::blinks:: but I believe they are attracted to you because you are a female

[[1]Gage[1]] >>>>>PROLOGUE 2<<<<<

[[1]Gage[1]] LOCATION> THE ISLAND, OTHER SIDE.

[[1]Gage[1]] SCENE> CLICK AWAKENS IN THE TRIBESMEN CAMP, BOUND BY ROPES. TRIBESMEN STAND AROUND HIM, GRINNING EVILLY.

<[1]Click[1]> ugh, wha? ::looks around, going to stand::

[[1]Gage[1]] <Tribesman> ::jumps back, then a holds a spear to Click's throat::

<[1]Click[1]> ::looks at the tribesman and tries to shift his fourm so the ropes fall off::

[[1]Gage[1]] ACTION> THE ROPES FALL OFF EASILY. THE TRIBESMEN ALL PICK UP THEIR SPEARS AND HOLD THEM NEAR CLICK.

<[1]Click[1]> ::looks at all the spears:: Your weapons will not harm me

[[1]Gage[1]] <Tribesman2> [[Stay down, or we will hurt you! ]] ::pokes him with the spear, having no effect on Click::

<[1]Click[1]> ::blinks and grabs the spear, going ot snap it in half::

[[1]Gage[1]] <Tribesman> ::shouts:: [[Call for the conjurer! Hurry!]] ::throws his spear at Click, moving away from him as Click snaps TM2's spear in half::

<[1]Click[1]> ::walks towards the exit, ignoring the spear::

[[1]Gage[1]] <Tribeman2> ::jumps at Click::

[[1]Gage[1]] ACTION> ALL THE TRIBESMEN AROUND CLICK PILE ONTO HIM...ABOUT 6 IN ALL.

<[1]Click[1]> ::falls over:: get off of me ::tries to makes a few tendrils to pull the tribesmen off of him::

[[1]Gage[1]] <Conjurer> ::arives, wearing a dark blue robe and several talismen:: [[Remove yourself from the vessel!]]

[[1]Gage[1]] ACTION> ALL THE TRIBESMEN BACK AWAY.

<[1]Click[1]> ::looks at the Conjurer:: You cant understand me as well, huh?

[[1]Gage[1]] <Conjurer> ::waves his hands around towards Click and utters what seems like gibberish::

[[1]Gage[1]] ACTION> THE CONJURER'S SPELL FREEZES CLICK IN PLACE AND HE PASSES OUT. RIGHT BEFORE HE GOES UNCONSCIOUS, HE SEES A FIRE BEING BUILT AROUND A POLE....

[[1]Gage[1]] >>>>>END PROLOGUE 2<<<<<

[[1]Gage[1]] >>>>>SIM START<<<<<<<<<

[[1]Gage[1]] LOCATION> COLORADO, AREA 52.

[[1]Gage[1]] SCENE> AFTER ARRIVING AT THIS UNKNOWN BASE HIDDEN IN THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS, X-FACTOR WAS ESCORTED WITHOUT EXPLANATION TO A SMALL ROOM WITH A ROUND TABLE AND SOME CHAIRS.

[[1]Gage[1]] ::sits down:: Well, this is interesting. Any bets on why we're here?

<[1]Polaris[1]> ::Pulls out a chair, sitting in it, crossing her right leg over her left, folding her hands in her lap, glancing around in silence::

<[1]Phase[1]> To be questioned ruthlessly, then "eliminated"? Sounds like a perfect James Bond plot.

<[1]Dragon[1]> ::sits down, next to Cryz, resting her chin in one hand::

<[1]Eve[1]> ::sits down with a bored expression::

[[1]Gage[1]] ::chuckles slightly:: Well, last time they did something like this....we got a new base, and some new members... ::shrugs::

<[1]Cryz[1]> ::glances to Drags:: Are you doing alright?

<[1]Dragon[1]> {{I'm fine.. }} ::smiles a little to him::

<[1]Phase[1]> Well, let's hope they show a little more mercy this time. :::Raises his voice a little, talking to nobody::: How do you get a decent cup of coffee around here?!

<[1]Eve[1]> ::quietly:: we did..?

[[1]Gage[1]] ACTION> THE DOOR OPENS, AND IN WALKS A MIDDLE AGED MAN IN A LAB COAT.

[[1]Gage[1]] <Alister> ::walks in, shuts the door:: Hello. My name is Dr. Robert Alister. I'm the head temporal scientist here at Area 52.

<[1]Eve[1]> ::shudders a bit:: scientist?

<[1]Polaris[1]> ::Glances towards the door, and nods to Alister:: Can you tell us why we're here?

<[1]Dragon[1]> ((Temporal?.. And what do they want with us...)) ::arches a brow::

<[1]Phase[1]> Temporal science...Area 52? Scratch James Bond, we're in the middle of an X-Files plot.

[[1]Gage[1]] <Alister> ::sits at the head of the table:: Let me begin by reminding you of a young boy named Lucas. Now, Lucas, as you may remember, was a captive of the woman named Sapphire. He had a unique power of having a mind that was in a state of temporal flux...until he was killed.

<[1]Eve[1]> ::stares down at the table::

[[1]Gage[1]] ::eyes Alister:: ((Oh no...lets not rehash the Sapphire ordeal)) ::shifts a bit in his seat::

<[1]Phase[1]> :::Frowns a bit at the mention of Sapphire, grinding his teeth:::

<[1]Polaris[1]> ::Just grows silent, not saying a word::

[[1]Gage[1]] <Alister> When we received the body of the boy, we were able to resuscitate the brain and keep it alive. You see, we wanted it for it's unique power. Lucas' brain, being a state of temporal flux, creates a portal on the Astral plane, allowing for visions into the past and every possible future. This overload of information is what made the boy comatose.

<[1]Cryz[1]> ::sighs to himself:: ((Are you liking the sound of this as little as I am?))

<[1]Eve[1]> YOu want to use him like another weapon? ::glares::

<[1]Dragon[1]> ::watches Alister warily, remaining silent::

<[1]Phase[1]> Sounds like the military's MO alright. Who'd pass up a chance to have a living crystal ball at their fingertips?

[[1]Gage[1]] <Alister> ::ignores Eve's question:: ...but the time portal is only accessible through the astral plane, which means only those who can read minds can see into the portal...*and* only those we can exist or teleport through the Astral plane can actually travel through time using this portal.

<[1]Eve[1]> ::blank expression:: wha..??

<[1]Eve[1]> ::glances at Gage:: Can we go now.. I don't think he's a very nice person..

[[1]Gage[1]] ::groans slightly at hearing the words time-travel, looks at Eve and whispers:: It's okay...let him finish.

<[1]Dragon[1]> ... ((Edge teleported through the astral plane..)) ::looks away, studying her hands::

<[1]Eve[1]> ::sighs and frowns:: ...but I'm bored..

<[1]Eve[1]> There isn't enough blinky lights in here either..

<[1]Polaris[1]> ::Closes her eyes, crossing her arms over her stomach, still listening to Alister talk::

[[1]Gage[1]] <Alister> Now, as you can imagine, we used extreme caution in guarding the brain, using the most advanced EM shielding. But someone... ::pauses and takes off his glasses:: got through and went back in time.

[[1]Gage[1]] <Alister> We don't know who, but it's our belief that they have altered the timeline. Now, what that means is total destruction of this timeline in a matter of about two days unless someone goes back and corrects the change.

<[1]Phase[1]> :::In a sarcastic tone::: Well, there went my plans for the weekend.

[[1]Gage[1]] <Alister> ::pauses and look at everyone::

<[1]Dragon[1]> Well, I guess that means you f*cked up big time. ::cold stare at Alister::

<[1]Eve[1]> ...

<[1]Eve[1]> ...can I get a soda? ::blinks::

[[1]Gage[1]] ::looks at Dragon surprised somewhat, then looks at Eve:: Uh...no. I think we'd better listen to him. ::to Alister:: And X-Factor has been elected for the job?

<[1]Eve[1]> ::frowns at Gage:: but..but..

<[1]Eve[1]> He's a scientist Gage! He's a bad man.. they all are.. ::glares at Alister::

<[1]Cryz[1]> ::scowls:: But.. won't us going back into time change things in itself.. thus rewriting the timeline anyways

<[1]Polaris[1]> ::Sighs:: So basically, we're going back in time, to stop someone in which you can't?

<[1]Cryz[1]> ?

[[1]Gage[1]] <Alister> ::to Gage:: Yes. ::to Cryz:: Well, minor change, like the movement of a twig from a tree wouldn't have timeline destrcution capability. But something large would.

[[1]Gage[1]] <Alister> Now, we've pinpointed where- err...when the person went to. It's some two and a half years ago...we believe the time altering event is the assassination of Graydon Creed...or actually, the now, lack thereof.

<[1]Dragon[1]> ::turns away, rolling her eyes:: You.. absolute morons. You think you can play god with time... you think you can keep this brain around, somehow keep it safe enough that nothing will happen... and then when you reveal your utter incompetence in *that* regard, you call in someone else to mop up the mess!

<[1]Eve[1]> hmpf yeah! ::stands up:: Dragon's right.. you're a bad.. man!

[[1]Gage[1]] <Alister> ::slams his fist down and turns to Dragon:: We ARE NOT trying to play God! This was a peaceful experiment to study the past! And some MUTANT LIKE YOU came in and ruined it for us!

<[1]Eve[1]> ::glances at Gage after Alister's outburst:: told you.. but you never even listen to me anymore..

<[1]Dragon[1]> ::stands up, eyes glowing slightly::

[[1]Gage[1]] ::stands and grabs Alister by the shoulder:: Back off, Mister! You want us to go back in time and fix this, you better treat us with some more respect than that!

<[1]Phase[1]> "Peaceful experiment" my ass! When it comes to the military, that is an oxymoron!

<[1]Polaris[1]> ::Glares at Alister:: Well if a 'mutant' like us came in and ruined it, why're you looking to us for help...?

<[1]Dragon[1]> You idiots had no business poking around in the past in the first place! ::glares slightly, then shakes her head and turns away::

<[1]Cryz[1]> ::sighs and gets up, putting a hand on Drags' shoulder:: ((Hon.. you need to calm down..))

<[1]Eve[1]> I think this means we don't have to help him right? ::looks at everybody else but Gage::

<[1]Dragon[1]> {{And that moron needs a lesson.}}

[[1]Gage[1]] <Alister> Becuase, we have to! ::throws his folder across the room , sending papers flying everywhere:: You are a pompous witch! You know nothing af what we were trying to do here!

<[1]Eve[1]> ::growls and charges at Alister and throws a punch at him:: You leave her alone!

<[1]Dragon[1]> And you know nothing of what you're playing with!

[[1]Gage[1]] ::grabs Eve, shouts:: Everyone, CHILL OUT! ::pauses, restraining himself:: Dragon, no offense, but shut up gor now. ::looks at Alister:: You...need to leave. ::looks at Eve:: And you!

[[1]Gage[1]] <<gor = for>>

<[1]Eve[1]> ::hurt look:: but Gage..

<[1]Dragon[1]> ::eyes still glowing, leans back against a wall, folding her arms::

[[1]Gage[1]] <Alister> :cracks his knuckles and stands up, fuming:: You must go back in time and ensure that the Graydon Creed is killed. ::storms out, slamming the door::

<[1]Polaris[1]> ::Just shakes her head, closing her eyes, mumbling somethings to herself::

<[1]Phase[1]> :::Rubbing the stubble on his chin::: Is it me or has the boss changed lately?

<[1]Eve[1]> He hates me..

<[1]Eve[1]> ::pulls away from Gage::

[[1]Gage[1]] ::sighs, looks at everyone like an angry parent, and lets go of Eve:: Everyone sit.

<[1]Eve[1]> ::looks away and sits down::

<[1]Dragon[1]> ::stays where she is, expressionless::

<[1]Phase[1]> We're not seriously going to do this, are we? Play clean-up crew for the military?

<[1]Eve[1]> ::still looking away and pouting::

[[1]Gage[1]] The way I see it, we don't have much of a choice. If we don't go, then we end up living in some world where Graydon Creed, who I remember as the major-anti-mutant asshole of century, is still alive. ::pauses::

<[1]Dragon[1]> Would you rather cease to exist? ::scathing tone:: Who the hell killed.. or didn't kill.. or whatever.. Graydon Creed, in the first place?

<[1]Eve[1]> ::pouting:: I won't do it.

<[1]Polaris[1]> ::Just listens not even attempting to try and say anything, hands come up to bring back green tendrils behind her ear, and she glances at Gage in silence::

<[1]Eve[1]> If the bad scientist man wants us to.. I don't trust him..

<[1]Dragon[1]> I've got no problem with doing it... I just suggest we do a little.. creative editing of this entire crew's memories, and destroy the brain, so they can't do it again.

<[1]Phase[1]> Well, as we have to do this....are we getting hazard pay outta this?

[[1]Gage[1]] ::without looking at Dragon:: I don't think they ever found out who killed him. ...we'll deal with these "scientists" when we get back...to the future...

<[1]Dragon[1]> And yeah... I second the 'hazard pay' idea. Make them pay out the nose for this..

<[1]Eve[1]> ::makes a face:: out of their nose?

<[1]Polaris[1]> ::Glances around and sighs:: Well...if we're going to do this, when do we leave, might as well get it over with asap.

<[1]Phase[1]> I believe this is the kinda mission where we demand mucho money. The kinda money that makes Bill Gates quiver in fear.

[[1]Gage[1]] Fine, whatever. But right now, we're not leaving without the rest of our team. So, we go find them ASAP and get back here. ::stands:: It's a race against the clock, so lets move. ::walks to the door::

<[1]Eve[1]> I don't think I want anything out of their noses though..

<[1]Polaris[1]> ::Stands and walks towards the door, at a brisk pace, sighing lightly::

<[1]Phase[1]> :::Follows after Gage, in his usual sarcastic tone::: Tally-ho.

[[1]Gage[1]] ACTION> A GENERAL STANDS IN THE DOORWAY AS GAGE OPENS THE DOOR.

[[1]Gage[1]] <General> Where do you think you're going? ::hands on his hips::

<[1]Cryz[1]> ::rubs his hands together:: Here's a question.. once we go back in time.. will we be limited by the amount of time left in this time, or what? ((Maybe I could place a wager...))

<[1]Phase[1]> We think we're going to save our friends. But, we could be wrong.

<[1]Dragon[1]> ::hands on her hips, waits, watching the general::

[[1]Gage[1]] ::sighs angrily:: Somebody remind this jerk who we are please...

<[1]Polaris[1]> ::Glances at the General, and then to Gage, shifting her weight to her left foot, placing her left hand on her hip:: We're X-Factor, and we're going to find our friends and save the world, same routine, now -please- move.

<[1]Dragon[1]> {{May I help you, General?}} ::cold look::

<[1]Eve[1]> ...and I still want a soda..

[[1]Gage[1]] ACTION> WITH AN ANGRY LOOK, THE GENERAL MOVES ALLOWING X-FACTOR TO RETURN TO THE JET.

[[1]Gage[1]] >>>>>END SIM<<<<<