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 Life In Chains, [Prisoners in Genosha]
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Date: 25th October
Time: Shortly after the battle at Hammer's Bay Docks
Location: Mutant Housing Facility outside of Hammer Bay

Slavery was a concept that had been about for thousands of years, every great empire was often built upon the backs of slaves, it was a system that had fallen out of favour however in most of the world. Genosha, however, was not one such part, it had taken the concept and perfected it, mixed it with ethnic cleansing and used the mutant population to carry out any and all forms of menial labour. Every child was tested at birth, mutants were sent to the camps, and government-run facilities where their powers were cultivated to serve the good of Genosha and each mutant was fitted with an explosive collar, coupled with a strict course of propaganda to ensure that they were the compliant workforce that their human overlords wanted.

Of course, that wasn't always the case, but rebellions were rare and there had not been one on the island for some time. To prevent the stirring up of any rebellious factions, no alarms were raised as the attack on the capital city began, those in charge of the facilities were aware of the situation and the guards were informed but for the time being it was more important to keep the slaves settled than risk adding an uprising to their problems as well as a mutant invasion.

::Inmates, you are to proceed to the cantine.:: The electronic voice commanded and the energy shield gateways began to open up in a set way, opening up a select pathway from the slaves quarters to the cantine where they would be served their slops for the day. The food was terrible, but it was genetically created to ensure that the slaves got everything they need to keep them fit and healthy and most importantly able to work.

Outside of the facility, the same energy fields that were used to keep the mutants in, had been activated to keep any hostile mutants out, effectively trapping the human guards in the facility between two groups of potentially hostile mutants. The guards did not appear fazed by this however, they were the best of the best of Genosha's armed forces and they dealt with the mutants with a level of force that ensured that most, if not all of the mutants did not raise an eyebrow at them.

Cold.

Adam Berman sat, cross-legged, in the center of his refrigerated cell, simply trying to think. The cold sapped him, physically and mentally, reducing the speed of his bodily functions to nearly nothing. The only thing that seemed to work at full speed was his healing factor, constantly fighting off the physical damage that prolonged exposure to freezing temperatures should cause.

He was not let out with the other mutants. No, Adam was a very special prisoner, for many reasons. He was one of Genosha’s older generation of slaves, those who had once known freedom. And he was a gifted mind, brilliant with genetics and chemical engineering. Add to that a quarter of a decade incorporating his knowledge into their technology against his will, and he might as well have degrees in mechanical and electrical engineering as well. They had had him under their thumb.

Until they pushed him too far, and found out too late what his real value was.

Adam had modified his own mutation, adjusting it and further mutating himself in the process. Their null tech no longer worked on him, as his X-Gene had mutated to be beyond human in nature, and without his own mind to correct things, they had yet to find a way to disable his powers. And, somehow, his re-evolution had torn the empathy from his body. Hurting others, killing them, making them suffer, no longer served to bring Adam to heel. He didn’t care when other people hurt. He didn’t care when he hurt. He didn’t care when they threatened to kill him with an explosive collar—and since he had helped design them, they didn’t trust the collars to be enough to contain him even if he did fear death.

All they could do was contain him against his will, now, or kill him. And killing him would prove very disadvantageous until they could get a replacement, someone who could follow and understand his work. Until then, they had to hang on to him, on the off chance they needed him and he might cooperate, or some of their newer null tech disable his powers and bring back his emotions, allowing them to resume their control over him.

For Adam’s part, all he knew was that much time had passed. In his icy world, days passed by in minutes to his sluggish mind. With his reduced body functions, he didn’t need food as often. They would keep him down for weeks at a time, then heat the room for a short period to allow him to eat, before putting him back into the semi-hibernation state once more. Beyond that, it was so hard to think, or to act. It was simply easier to sit, and wait, and let his dulled senses reach out to what little they could.

He had an extra guard today.

The square of light hitting the floor in front of him, the only real sensory input he had, was distorted on both sides, not just one.

How long had a second guard been there? So hard to keep track of time. But he never had two guards at his door. Why would he? Even if the cold wasn’t holding him down, the cell was too strong for him to tear through. There was no weakness for him to exploit from—

…from the inside.

It took him too long to connect the dots. Even longer to get to his feet. Everything was a haze of slow motion, like his mind and body were swimming through syrup. But minute after painstaking minute, he forced himself to his feet and plodded over to the small window in the door, the only part of his room that wasn’t solid steel.

He was right. Glimpses of two outlines, not one. Two guards.

And with him presenting no unusual danger in getting out today, it could only mean they were taking precautions against someone else getting in.

The guards didn’t notice the gleaming red eyes shining out of the dark cell directly behind them, nor the barely-visible toothy grin.

Quiet.

Ellie Phimister lay on her stomach on the cold floor of her cell, an assortment of scribbled on papers scattered in front of her, some crumbled, others ripped. Most of the scribbles on them were indiscernible and little more than meaningless doodles, but some had actual pictures, though what they were supposed to represent wasn't easily apparent.

Ellie wore nothing but a plain gray gown, her feet bare and calloused. Her long, black hair fell around her and brushed the floor, caressing her petite body like inky tendrils. Dark circled eyes peered intently down at the papers, strands of hair falling down by the sides of her face, obscuring it fully from view.

Cold seeped into her skin and her bones, but she didn't really notice. With her head down, her attention was fully focused on one specific paper in particular. It wasn't anything special, really, but was in fact blank. No scribbles, drawings or doodles. It was just blank, an empty canvas waiting to be filled with meaning or just simply something.

There was no sound within the cell save for her steady breathing and even if there had been, Ellie wouldn't have heard it. She wasn't really in her cell. In body yes, but in mind, no. She was far, far away in her own little world of undescribable thoughts and feelings that didn't make any sense but simply wouldn't go away.

Within that little world, Ellie was completely preoccupied with the blank piece of paper, black eyes like tar staring intently at it as if a picture would magically materialize on its yellow, wrinkled surface. But it didn't and nothing happened. She merely stared at it and chewed on her lip till it bled, expression dead and blank, her body stone still.

She had a weird feeling, a pressure in her chest and a cold chill prickling her skin like tiny little needles. It was a feeling of wrongness that didn't seem to have an origin or meaning to it, but that was growing in intensity with each passing moment. She couldn't make sense of it any more than she could put words to it, but that didn't stop her from trying.

Ellie had a pen in one of her hands. It hovered above the blank piece of paper as still as a statue between her fingers, poised and ready like a snake to bite down on the paper and smear it with black lead markings.

For a moment, the utter, pressing silence of her cell was broken by the sound of her thumb clicking down on the pen again and again and again.

Click click click click click.

Ellie's almost cherubic face twisted into a grimace of annoyance, her eyes momentarily lighting up with emotion, before her expression settled back into distant blankness. The pen did not strike the paper, and nothing within her head wanted to make enough sense as to be put to physical form. And away from awareness she slipped.

So absorbed was she in her world that she didn't hear the command given by the electronic voice nor did she notice the opening of her cell. She lay still for a minute until finally her brain registered that something had changed and she snapped into the present, head raising, eyes blinking in momentary confusion before realization set in.

Slowly and with a cocked head, she rose to her feet, pen in hand and the blank piece of paper loosely held between her fingers. Ellie stepped out of her cell and followed the path that would lead her to the cantina. On the way, she stuffed the piece of paper and the pen into the tiny little pockets of her gown.

The closer she got and the more cells she passed, the stronger the feeling of wrongness grew and at the back of her head she had the barest itch of an inkling that something would happen. Something...something that slipped her mind even as it ran through her thoughts and played with her awareness, ripping her sight from the here and now and back again so quickly that nothing at all was seen or gained. Alone she continued to walk.

Tension.

It was a palpable presence sometimes. Blindspot felt it thicken the air in a way that suddenly made her overly aware of her own breathing. She’d thus far spent the majority of her time doing mental spring cleaning. Eyes shut, laid flat on her bunk in a slave’s basic short sleeve shirt and pants, she’d barely moved. Coming home had at least given her the opportunity to really disappear into her own head and sort out the clutter from Madripoor - reshuffle, recategorize, section off what needed offloading at the next opportunity - a complete cranial defrag.

But then a change in atmosphere tugged at her instincts and coaxed her back into the real world. Guards were suddenly moving outside of their established patterns…

She sat up as the public-address system echoed down the corridor.

::Inmates, you are to proceed to the canteen.::

It was too early for lunch… Maybe not even noon yet. She might not have had a watch, but an odd side effect of eidetic memory was being able to keep a decent enough grasp on the time of day.

She idly scratched at the skin just below her control collar. The nullifier had been left deactivated for now. They were expecting her to perform an extraction on something soon (she chose not to think of it as a someone yet). ‘Primal’. She felt like she ought to know the name, which was annoying because if she couldn’t remember then she really didn’t know. Bea didn’t simply ‘forget’ things like a human. The higher-ups were probably hoping for a high volume of memory per session if they were letting her go ahead and make room in advance un-nulled…

In a twisted way she’d been looking forward to finally finding out what the motherland wanted her for so badly. And getting to peek into heads named on classified documents was always interesting.

The energy that formed the fourth wall to her cell didn’t stutter and die like all the others she could see on the wing. It was understandable really. After going to all the trouble of extraditing her and dragging her home, they’d be mad to turn around and set her loose in the camp, even nulled. They knew her knack for finding security exploits better than any other government; they’d raised her to nurture the talent. Her old taskmasters had named her Blindspot for a reason, and it was so apt she’d kept it even after running away.

She paced her cell, watching the dumb beasts of burden plod their way to the canteen for an early helping of slop. Only a few bothered to look her way, vaguely confused as to why she wasn’t joining them. One paused to stare a little too long. He got corrected with a baton thump to the back of the head by a guard. Bea smirked and waved blithely to the guard once the slave had moved on. He took on the exact same confused expression for a moment. Humans here still weren’t used to mutants with a sense of humour. Ugh, for all the technology the nation boasted, they were so basic.

“Get that look off your face, kont.” he growled before moving to herd up the rear of the slave procession.

Bea said nothing but continued to wear a shit-eating grin as she watched him go. Her pacing only resumed when it seemed like the entire wing had been cleared, her focus back to the weird sense of tension running through the air. Concentrating on the floor, she saw shadows shifting nervously, Primal’s two guards feeling less and less at ease. It told Blinspot there was still at least one other mutant being held back from the canteen assembly.

“Hey, you like the Beatles?” She yelled out, wondering of she could get a response from the other prisoner. Better to pick an innocuous topic. Yelling about the approach of a mutant revolution was a surefire way to get her collar reactivated (and possibly a few ribs bruised, which wouldn’t help anything).

Then the ground rumbled. Just the faintest vibration, but enough that she felt it through the soles of her feet, saw a tiny ripple in the energy keeping her penned. Unbeknownst to Bea, somewhere on the other side of the city, Mammomax had just made landfall… She stopped to listen, to see if she could hear any distant alarms or further movement from staff… Nothing. There was only a soft hum she couldn’t identify, the power and coolant being pumped into the refrigerated cell just a little further down.

“What would you think if I sang out of tune, would you stand up and walk out on meee?” She sang to herself, “Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song, and I'll try not to sing out of keeey…” A smirk was flashed in the direction of a supposedly concealed camera in the corner of the cell. She knew it would be there. Whether it was actually being monitored was a whole other matter. But she’d gotten used to putting on a show in the last few years.

She got louder, letting herself take a little childish delight in shattering the ominous quiet. The echo down the corridor was cacophonous in comparison to the previously strained silence. She hadn’t grown up with much music but it was funny how many foreigners’ brains seemed to have useless sections devoted entirely to song and jingle lyrics. There was a whole back catalogue she could sing off by heart now, even if she couldn’t carry a tune that well.

“Oooooh I get by with a little help from my friends! Mmm I get high with a little help from my friends! Mmm gonna try with a little help from my friends!” If the Brotherhood members in New York hadn’t been messing with her, Genosha wouldn’t get to be ‘quiet’ any more, not for a long time to come.

A lone figure started to make her way past the cell, a barefoot waif who’d apparently been left behind by the masses. Bea remembered having long hair like that once; remembered those stupid little paper-dolly dresses she’d been forced into. Apparently it was easy for humans to underestimate girls like that, which in Blindspot’s experience had often been their first mistake. And sometimes their last before dying.

“What do I dooo when my love is away? Does it worry you to be alone? How do I feeeel by the end of the day? Are you sad because you're on your own?” She didn’t pause her singing, did nothing to acknowledge the new presence beyond a fixated stare, manic smile still in place as she stood barely a hair’s breadth from the energy wall containing her. It crackled faintly with the woman’s every exhale, lighting up dark eyes that beckoned without words. “No! I get byyy with a little help from my friends! Mmm I get hiiigh with a little help from my friends! Mmm gonna tryyy with a little help from my friends!”
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86
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Magnetokinesis
Widowed
played by:
Terry
Brotherhood
Erik had remained calm throughout the hours that followed the Brotherhood's defeat at Hammer's Bay. The Genoshan's were not a kind people, nor did he expect any sort of softness from the soldiers, this was war after all. As soon as they were defeated, and their hands bound with the nullification cuffs to mitigate any sort of chance of a powered rebellion, the Genoshan's replaced any sort of armour or equipment that the mutants might have been carrying with bright orange jumpsuits. As far as the Genoshan's were concerned the rebellion had been crushed, Lord Tiko's impressive display of Genosha's might with its new battalion of Sentinels ensured that no one would dare invade Genosha again.

Outside of the Genoshan Facility, the transports which carried the mutants from the battlefield rolled to a stop, it was here, that the Brotherhood and Hellfire members were going to be contained for now. One by one the armed guards pulled the mutants from the truck, two guards per mutant except in the case of Magneto who had a whole squad surrounding him.

"Open up." The thick accent of the lead guard called out to the gatekeepers, an electronic alarm began to blurt out as the thick metal doors that were surrounded by an energy shield began to part.

"Move it," The butt of the rifle held by the first guard went into the back of Magneto shoving him forwards, despite the elderly appearance, the man did not fall, but instead only stumbled slightly through gritted teeth. This was not the first time that Magneto had been struck by a prison guard, nor would it be the last, for now, he just had to bide his time until the next phase of his plan was put into action.

Stepping forwards, Magneto and the squad surrounding him began to move forwards, followed by the rest of the captured mutants. Moving through the prison, Magneto caught glimpses of the mutants that were conditioned to be happy with their surroundings - this was the reason that Erik invaded Genosha, to stop this from being acceptable.

"Open up solitary." The lead guard spoke again and a second forcefield lowered, and Magneto was once again unceremoniously shoved in its direction, while Erik was taken towards solitary, the remainder of the collective forces were directed towards the cantine, it was here the Brotherhood would meet with a mixture of distrust, disappointment and anger from the mutants that were either happy with their lot in life, or upset that the invasion did not go as planned.

Back in solitary, the energy field of a small cell was lowered, and Magneto was shoved into it with the forceful boot from behind. The pink-hued field was swiftly raised again and Magneto was now exactly where he wanted to be. "How many mutant brothers and sisters are kept in this wing?" He spoke loud enough for Primal to hear him, whether the guards heard it or not, the self-proclaimed Master of Magnetism did not care.
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71
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Science! Oh, boring lizard powers too
Meh
played by:
Nick
Brotherhood
Things were moving at high speed for him. With the quagmire of cold that held his mind back, it was almost impossible to focus on anything. Almost. But he forced himself to fight off the haze as much as he could, trying to catch any detail about the changing situation from his tiny window in the door of his cold cell. There was a new prisoner, singing off-key, and he forced her out of his mind. Any melody might lull his mind, and a lull could shut him down.

Primal wished to be awake today. No matter the effort involved.

Finally, a flash of silver hair and a stern face crossed his vision. He thought back, searching his memory...Magneto. Yes. One of a handful of extremely powerful mutants, too strong for Genosha to assault and bring down. In fact, hadn't he gotten into this situation over that...? Yes, that was right. He'd made his escape attempt when he was tasked to find a frequency that could shut down mutations from extreme distances. This was one of the mutants they wanted. And now they had him? Unfortunate for the mutant race.

But he did know some things about the Brotherhood. Magneto had evaded capture for decades, even with the most powerful psychics in the world hunting him. He was powerful to the extreme, moreso than most people realized. And he had followers. A lot of them. This accounted for the additional guard that he'd had. Magneto had attacked Genosha. That was the only way he could have been captured at all. Genosha simply didn't have the resources to mount an offensive to get the guy.

A question. It floated through the haze in his mind, and he focused on it, ignoring the guards' responses, until he worked it out. It was so hard to move...when Primal started to speak, the guards yelped and jumped away from the door of his cell, turning to point their guns at him. The best he could do was to speak slowly, each word taking six times as long as it would for him normally. “Eighty....seven...last I...checked. Been...awhile since....I was awake. This prison is...special. For mutants...who have value...beyond slave work...for...whatever reason. My...mind is...important...to Genosha.”

And, just because he had nothing better to do, and because the eerie calmness of the old man's words hinted at something bigger, he continued to speak. “A...direct assault on Genosha...doomed to fail. But...country is...brittle. It's...been rotted...from the inside...and it can....crumble.” He couldn't see the man, couldn't sense him through the confines of his cage. He could only hope the man's reputation as wily and cunning wasn't exaggerated, and he would catch the message between the lines. Primal's mind. Genosha corrupted from within. And then, how to unleash him. “Hard...to think...through the cold...”

The guards still had their guns pointed at him, but now confusion mixed with the fear in their expressions.
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30
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Adrenaline Manipulation
Single
played by:
Kris
Rage
Brotherhood
JP Rage and Mammomax

Cold. Hard. Pain. Rage opened her eyes remembering the last thing she saw, which was the butt of a gun zooming towards her face. The gun landed in the same spot where the SHIELD asshole had kicked her before. She felt something hard and restricting on her wrists, besides the arrow still sticking out of it, as well as the one in her knee. Looking down she saw the clasps that held her to the table, and the cuff to stop her powers. She groaned before slamming her head back down. Thunking harder than she intended to.

Tina looked to the side of her and saw a black man with muscular build nearby. She didn't recognize the form the man currently held, but she would have recognized his old form. Not knowing what to think about who the man was she spoke, “What are you in for?”

“I punched a robot. You were too busy being a pincushion to notice.”

Mammomax, or perhaps he could be called just Max for the moment, had been awake for ages. Long term exposure to null fields had caused the painful shift of his body back to “normal” and left him hurting far worse then when he had shattered his bones. On the upside, his bones had reset themselves while his body shifted from a mammoth monstrocity into that of of a pretty beat down middle aged black man who’d lived awfully hard. On the downside the transformation had hurt more then he had thought was actually possible and he had a shit load of fluid being IV’ed into him to deal with the changes and keep him docile. Lacking any powers and in agony, he’d still managed to break one man’s nose, give two black eyes, and bite a nursing assistant.

“Hey, you think there’s a way I could recover my phone? Taylor’s gotta see me swinging that tank like a bat, right?”

Tina lowered her eyebrows at the man, “Mammomax?” It was hard for her to imagine someone so normal formerly being the elephant that kicked her ass in a sparring match.

“You look weird…” She avoided talking about recovering his phone. It was doubtful.

“Maximus Jensen, father of three and proud owner, usually, of the finest tusks in America, yup, that’s me. What, you think I got too pretty when you weren’t looking? Maybe a bloke like me needs to pick more fights he can’t win.”

The humor came easy to Max, no matter what he had to say about his appearance most of the time, it was good on so many levels to see what he looked like. Last time he had a body without a trunk was 8th grade. He tried to reach a hand out to Tina, the drugs in his system made her sound and look really close, but the girl was over 10 feet away from him.

“Hey, you think they can fix that face of yours while we’re here?”

She saw him try to reach for her, but with the distance it wasn't going to happen. Tina rolled her eyes at him when he mentioned her face, “Can't cure resting bitch face.”

“Hey, it had to happen somehow, can’t have been born that way. Maybe they can recreate the lab accident or whatever.”

She scoffed, “I've always been a brat. All, not anything I want to recreate that made me go from brat to bitch.”

Max’s hand held itself in the air for a moment, then fell. He was on some very good drugs and he had never actually taken anything like them in his life. The massive man didn’t drink or smoke, he couldn’t shoot up if he wanted to, and his inability to get hurt meant he had zero tolerance.

“So what’s the plan Rage? I mean I can’t complain about the digs so far, but I’m really allergic to collars.”

Despondently, she spoke, “I don't think there is one…” She cleared her throat before speaking, “With CAGE there was a plan and I knew the gist, what I needed to know. But with Genosha-” Just as she was about to continue a man and woman came in. The woman looked like a nurse and stayed prepping things, and the man, who looked like a doctor, was whistling a joyous tune.

Rage looked at them as they worked. Then the doctor spoke, “So we're working with, two arrows. One to the knee, one to the wrist, and a nasty little bullet wound.” He spoke like an adult taking to a child about being a vaccination.

“Also she's not up to date with her shots and she causes a sharp pain in the backside if you're around her for any length of time.”

Rage looked over to glare at Max. The doctor clicked his tongue, “Oh my. “ He learned forward to speak at Rage. “Are we a naughty patient?” She remained silent at his question. He took in a breath, “Suffer in silence type, ey? Very well. Nurse, we'll need something for the pain.” With a crude manner she turned and sharply said, “We're out.” The doctor looked at her and pulled her aside to speak with her.

“I hope one of you learns a lot better bedside manner. We're not house broken and I've been known to eat rude people. We're guests here and I ain't even seen a gift basket.”

Max smirked at Tina and pointed to a pen they had left near her hand. Through the drugs, through the pain, Mammomax watched and learned and made plans. Erik had trained him well.

“Also the view sucks and nothing goods on TV. Flatscan.”

Tina tried to look where Max pointed, she reached her fingertips outward to grab it. The tips of her fingers barely touching the end of it. It was especially difficult with the arrow still sticking out of her wrist. Moving it was painful. But somehow but some luck, she did grab it.

Just in time as the doctor was coming forward and saying in a pleasant tone, “Turns out, we are out, but I will be as gentle as I can” The nurse held a scowl on her face. The doctor rested his hand near her injured hand as he inspected her shoulder. It wouldn't be much, but it would be what she could manage in terms of pain.

But she couldn't move fast enough. Rage knew that. The doctor moved for a tool and reached back over to her shoulder. The forceps dug into the wound. Tina clenched her teeth together and groaned. Trying desperately not to react. It seemed as though the pain she was in was pleasing to her.

The doctor dug out the bullet… . After several moments. Letting the small metallic lump fall into a dish passed over to him. Tina exhaled heavily, and in pain. “Okie Dokie… now the wrist. “

“Hey doc, they got this whole thing about prisoners and torture and how you treat patients. There's some oath of the hippo and other shit. Pretty sure digging God damn bullets out of people with no painkillers violates all kinds of things. As I'm dosed to the gills, I know you shits have ‘em.”

The doctor waved off Mammomax, “Limited resources. We have them for you and only you.” He gave the nurse a meaningful glance before speaking again, “Plus, she's alright. Aren't you, honey?” Breathlessly Tina responded, “Fuck. You.”

“See?” He was too chipper. He moved to inspect her wrist. “Oh… Now what's this?” Ripping the pen from her hand he shook his head. She expected him to call her naughty again, but instead pulled the arrow for through her wrist.

Rage couldn't help but exclaim in pain. Cheerfully the doctor remarked, “There we go! Nurse, wrap that up.. While I look at this knee.”

As they worked, Max fought through his drug stupor just long enough to memorize the doc’s face, to learn the lines of his face and etch them deep in his mind.

“Hey genewaste, better enjoy it now. Soon as I'm free, I'm gonna smash you into paste and smile the whole time.”

Light and patronizing, “Of course you will, my boy. Everyone says the same thing… At first.” Without giving her time to breathe or recover he moved his hands to the arrow in her knee and shoved the arrow through. Rage jerked her hands and feet in the shackles that held her to the table while screaming.

After a few moments all Tina was left with was a pained gasping breath. “Excellent. Once we wrap you up, you two can head to your new abode.”

“You gonna make it Rage? The boss would be pissed if I let you die on me here. Come on, give me a warfare, think how good it's gonna feel when we turn the tables on these bastards. Oh and doc? I keep my promises.”

Tina was trying hard to control her breathing, to ignore the pain, even with Max’s optimism that they were still going to succeed it was hard to see it all. After a few more breaths she spoke to Max, “Not dead… Yet…”

It took the doctor and nurse a few minutes to get medicine to prevent infection in her system and patch up her wounds. Before the guards took the both of them to their cells the nurse crept up close to Tina's ear and spoke with venom in her voice, “That was for my sister you shot in the face, mutie freak.”

Moments later the guards were shoving Max down the hall of cells and dragging Rage behind him. They got tired of her trying to walk. Once they reached the cells the guards pushed Max into his cell, and threw Rage into hers. Arriving shortly after primal had shown to Magento.

“Fuck. Genosha.”

“Nah girlie, give Erik some time. We’re gonna own this place. Also, you know what's unfair? Not only am I uglier like this, I'm bald too.”


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30
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Memory Extraction/Manipulation
No.
played by:
Si
Brotherhood
Causing a racket hadn’t really done anything much beyond annoying the guards in the end. But it was fun to give them stress-headaches, if nothing else. The little slave-girl had skittered off, no doubt to join the rest of the dumb herd in the main canteen before someone spanked her with a cattle prod.

Blindspot continued to pace back and forth, like a caged tiger, until she heard the march of fresh numbers. They stopped short of passing her own cell but she heard voices. And more importantly, she heard voices that didn’t have that distinctive Genoshan twang, an accent Bea herself shared with the humans, despite trying to flatten it during her free-roaming years.

“How many mutant brothers and sisters are kept in this wing?” He spoke loud enough for Primal to hear him, whether the guards heard it or not.

Bea’s attention shifted so quickly she ended up slamming into the forcefield penning her in. It crackled as she was shocked backwards. Yet she barely paid it any heed. Echoic memory had that voice stored safely away, she’d know it anywhere.

“Erik?!” It was maybe disrespectful to be addressing Magneto by his human name. But Blindspot wasn’t yet making an effort to be heard, not like before.

“Eighty… seven… last I… checked. Been… awhile since… I was awake.”

“Oh now you talk, eh man?” Maybe the other one who'd been left on the wing with her was some old-fashioned type who didn’t bother talking to women unless it was strictly necessary… It was hard to tell age, the guy’s voice had a freaky gravelled quality to it.

“An’ it was eighty-eight. I got here not a few days back! Probably well into triple figures now if you brought friends.” Bea interjected without introducing herself. She wasn’t sure if it was worth reminding the old man about the little Genoshan girl Mystique had once dragged back from Japan, like a cat bringing a half-dead sparrow home. She’d become a fine Brotherhood bird of prey since, but keeping herself safe off peoples’ radar had always been her ‘thing’ back then. “It is you, right?” She asked Magneto, although it sounded more like a statement than a question.

“This prison is… special. For mutants… who have value… beyond slave work… for… whatever reason. My… mind is… important… to Genosha.”

“Ohhhhh!” Blindspot laughed, realisation dawning. “Reckon they had a plan for you then, friend. That’s why they finally dragged my runaway arse back from Madripoor an’ chucked me in nextdoor to you!” Something along the lines of scooping his brains out session by session. Once Genosha got what it wanted, he’d end up in a dumpster grave. And if Bea couldn’t convince them of her ongoing usefulness she’d end up just as dead and tipped right on top of him before they filled the hole in. It was why she’d held off surrendering until now.

“A… direct assault on Genosha… doomed to fail. But… country is… brittle. It's… been rotted… from the inside… and it can… crumble.”

Blindspot only snorted. It would’ve been a ridiculous proposition if Magneto himself wasn’t in amongst it all now. She’d heard similar sentiments from the ‘Genoshan Freedom League’ years before. But it was all just useless posturing among children trying to distance themselves from the Brotherhood. Not even Exodus would’ve been enough of a figurehead to get the support needed, to shake the collective mutant population until it woke the hell up. And that was providing they were even there to instigate a revolution, of course. There were all sorts of technological innovations Genosha had managed to produce, it’s cloning tech was almost unsurpassed and mutant containment was a booming industry the rest of the world lapped up out of necessity. If the Brotherhood were only there to throw a spanner in the manufacturing works, well, that was equally fine by Bea’s reckoning. As long as they brought down the prison holding her first. Whatever.

“Hard… to think… through the cold…”

“Time to light a fire then!” She muttered to herself before raising her voice again.

“It’s not that different to Guantanamo Bay here really. The slaves get quartered in different parts according to powers and levels of cooperation. But every noob gets processed here in Camp Four, that’s maximum security where all the guards get the best shiny toys an’ you got these fancy isolation cells for Solitary. Anyone needs specialized quarters, they stay in Four as well… After they’re rated, the polite ones get moved to Camps One an’ Two, swap from orange suits to white or grey ones. The mentals who don’t rank for super-max but can’t stay in general populace neither, they stay in Three. Three’s where they got the medical wing, so you got maybe a couple healer slaves in green but the rest still in orange there, easier for guards to pick out in the canteen among the white sheep when they’re all mixed up. Us in Solitary gotta wait ‘till they feel like pushing a tray into the cell though… Pro tip: check for rat shit.”
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Si
Brotherhood
Well, she wasn’t dead. That was unexpected. Neither were many of her Brothers. Bearing that in mind, Vai was trying to stay positive and not flashback to all the atrocities Zaladane had sanctioned the last time Vai had been nulled and taken captive by enemies. Still groggy from concussion, she’d been deemed docile enough to be managed like the bulk of prisoners, null collar clamped around her neck. Someone had prised open her eyelids to see if it was worth sending her for a doctor’s evaluation; and it was the strangest feeling to have someone stare her dead in the eyes without them immediately keeling over.

She moved where directed at first, simply for lack of any other plan. She took the orange polyester they gave her, made minimal fuss about having her own clothes taken, as grubby and bloodied as they were. And the little clone maintained a trance-like state as her body was checked for concealed weapons. It took a full fifteen minutes to get all the potentially dangerous detritus out of her hair, the staff getting frustrated enough to simply hack at her dreadlocks with knives and cut out the last few bits. She was left with more than a few bruises and scratches once the whole process was done. Left to walk on her own steam, she shook her head to rid herself of the echo of those pawing touches.

They were directed towards the canteen, but then Magneto was separated off towards solitary, followed by Max and Tina being singled out for further medical attention. That was enough to finally wake Vai up out of her funk. She didn’t understand that they were being taken for treatment.

“No!” she growled.

“Quiet!”

“NO!” She yelled louder on instinct, forgetting her voice no longer carried evil spirits that meddled with the minds of others.

“Get in line or get a muzzle. Your choice.”

Vai roared in objection as Tina and Max disappeared around the corner, Max’s IV feed in tow. She charged in their direction but only got a few steps before someone jammed a prod into her side, right above a kidney. The electric current made her muscles seize spastically, teeth almost biting through her tongue. Her footsteps faltered and she crumpled to one side. It hadn’t quite knocked the fight out of her though.

As one guard went to drag her back to her feet, Vertigo shoved out an inelegant kick. It brought him down to her level with a thud. She hauled her body on top of his and, while pinning his arms with her knees, managed to throw three punches at his face before another guard stuck a prod into her ribs. A high-pitched yelp flew from her lungs as her back contorted into an extreme arch. The guard she’d punched threw her off and stumbled away, following Max and Tina’s path in search of a nurse.

“These foreign genejokes, they all dumber than a bag of rocks!” she heard above her as two more guards stepped in, steel toecap boots giving her a few kicks for good measure. “What’s Tiko see in ‘em anyways?”

Ten minutes later, Vai had the foundation for a rapidly swelling black eye, electrical burns peppering her skin, several bruised ribs and a face like thunder. Her hands had been clamped together behind her back with cuffs that apparently weren’t going to come off until she learned how to behave. There was also a perspex muzzle locked around her mouth, since she’d spat and gnashed her teeth at the guard administering the cuffs. She walked into the canteen and many of the slaves in white or grey looked up from their meals warily. Some even got up to move further away. The ones in orange though, they looked more intrigued than anything.
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“What is your name and what are your mutant powers?” said a voice with an officious government clerk tone, and paused for a response.

Max couldn’t see him but was sure the man was clutching some sort of tablet, hand poised over the screen as he waited for an answer.

Stripped of his powers by the null field, the Black King regarded the clerk behind closed eyelids. “King of Jotunheim, land of the Frost Giants, Defender of Earth. However, your Majesty will suffice,” he said with a straight face and calm voice. He considered adding that his power was an inability to take obviously inane and insulting questions seriously. Either they knew who he was and it was an insult to pretend ignorance, or they actually didn’t and that showed the incompliance of their intelligence division.

“And I am unimpressed with your treatment of royal visitors.”

Max awoke some time later on a hard bunk, his sides aching but he couldn’t resist the chuckle that rose in his throat. The pain he awoke with, from the guards teaching an uppity mutant his place, was worth getting out of that tedious and humiliating registering process. Who was he? The idiots. No, he hadn’t been impressed by the Genoshans so far.

An announcement ordered all the inmates to the canteen. He rolled up into sitting position on the bunk.
Max tentatively tried to open his eyes but quickly shut them again. The blinding burst of light that slipped through the tiny crack he’d opened was painfully bright. It was ironic; many times in quiet moments Max had longed for his sight back, to see colors again, to see the beautiful faces of his children flush with color and life.

“Be careful what you wish for,” he said to himself with a sigh. After living in darkness for two decades, his eyes couldn’t handle the brightness of the world. This time he was blinded by light. God had a wicked sense of humor.

“To the canteen, your Majesty,” sneered a voice that Max took to be guard.

“Since you asked so nicely,” Max replied genially and rose to his feet. His steps were slow and cautious in the unfamiliar space and as he predicted, the guards didn’t have the patience to wait for him to blindly grope his way to wherever they wanted him; hands roughly took his arms and marched him to the canteen, releasing his arms with a shake just inside the canteen doors.

Max remained where he’d been left, head high, spine straight, and shoulders square, as he soaked in the ambient sounds and feel of the prison.
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Magnetokinesis
Widowed
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Terry
Brotherhood
Erik's eyes drifted around the cell as he began to look for weak points. It was going to be some time before any sort of release was going to happen. Magneto was not deluded enough to believe they were just going to be released from prison, no, Erik, of course, had a plan. It was just a matter of time until the next piece of that plan was executed. This prison was far better built than anything the German's had ever managed to piece together, but that was a lifetime ago, their intentions were still very much the same - the eradication of one race so that another can thrive.

As the Master of Magnetism tried to get the attention of the lizard mutant, Erik heard a voice that he was not expecting to hear in this particular wing of the prison. "Blindspot? What are you doing in here?" As he replied, Primal also woke up and began to answer Erik's questions.

"mmmm ninety-five mutants." Erik mused aloud. "Yes it is me," He confirmed again as he began to think about the more long distance implications of their being almost one hundred mutants trapped in this prison. "How many slave camps are there on the island?" He asked to them both. While one hundred mutants were potentially more than enough to do what needed to be done, Erik needed to make sure that there was more than that on the island. While he didn't doubt his people, the problem was, just how many Sentinels did Genosha possess?

Now that the prisoners were secured in their cells, the guards returned to their prior task of patrolling the wing. "Quiet down in there," The guards rapped their batons against the metallic walls. Rather than continue to talk Erik waited until the guards had passed until he spoke again.

"How often do the guards change shifts?" Erik asked, hoping it would not be too long until the next phase of his plan was put into action. "We need to keep our wits about us and do not allow the guards to pull us into anything that would give them a reason to use force against us." His people needed to be at their best for once they got out of these cells.

"Do either of you have any way of contacting the other prisoners?" Erik needed to get a message to the mutants that were as yet pulled into this wing. "Rage, Mammomax." Erik welcomed them as they were shoved into their cells. "Rage how are your injuries?"
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Adrenaline Manipulation
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Kris
Rage
Brotherhood
There was talking in the cells as Max and Rage were dragged in. Who it was, she couldn't say. After she was tossed into the floor of her cell and spoke a curse towards Genosha she heard Max's voice. She didn't want to focus on it but still heard his words. Then she heard Magneto’s voice. Saying their names in greetings, then asking her how her injuries were. In an tone that wasn't too enthusiastic she simply said, “Peachy.”

Rage then used her elbows to push herself into a sitting position. Her wrist and shoulder screamed in pain, but her voice only let it the faintest of groans. “They gave me ‘medicine’ but… “ After a pitiful attempt to standing and finding it to be too painful she scooted her body to the wall to lean against. “The nurse had it out for me, so I wouldn't be surprised if I start coughing blood in a minute.” Rage sighed as she rested her back against the wall, “So pretty status quo.”

Her tone was indifferent for the most part, only letting the slightest bit of pain reflect in her voice if she moved too quickly. There might have been a plan, Magneto could have very well thought it out and already knew what was going to happen. But it the plan to invade Genosha wasn't even revealed to them until they seized the boat. At least with the cage there was an outline.

Rage could follow that. But there was nothing, nothing to hold onto, nothing to grasp onto. Hope and faith were particles in the air to her, invisible and, depending on the particle, dangerous. When it came to her, Tina needed a little bit more than faith. She rested her head against the wall. “I’d love to kill that nurse right now…” Spoken so nonchalantly with a far off sigh.

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71
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Science! Oh, boring lizard powers too
Meh
played by:
Nick
Brotherhood
He heard others talking—women, plus another man. And Magneto himself continued to speak as well. But Adam’s mind was slipping, falling back into the haze they tried to keep on him, the cold numbing his ability to think, act, and respond. He could fight it off somewhat, but it was so hard to do so…time disjointed, and once more he wasn’t sure how long he’d been standing there. He heard some of Magneto’s questions, and slowly, so slowly, managed to respond.

“Twenty…five prisons…including this one. Some are…based on location…others on…powers. The largest camp…is near the…island center…and contains…mutants who…can provide food for…Genosha. The…most secure is…in…Carrion…Cove. The…Brain Camp, where…all the state…telepaths…are. Then you have…the mutants who…are personal property…scattered in…the cities.”

He hesitated for a moment, working his jaw slowly as no words came out. He almost lost himself to the mental numbing of the cold, but this was his one chance to get out again. Primal forced his frozen words to continue to flow, drove himself forward with a predatory force of will. “Genosha relies…on the interaction…of mutations…and their technology. They are…prosperous…because the tech lets…mutants extend beyond…their normal…capabilities…and they control…when and where those…capabilities are used. The Brain Camp…is the center of that…control. A…mental spider’s web…across the entire island. And I know how…Genoshan minds are…shielded…and how to…expose them.”

Adam had, after all, been a major force for Genosha’s advancement over the last two years. He’d never had much experience with technology before his capture, but he was a natural born genius, and he had learned quickly. He was capable now, not only of building technology, but of modifying Genosha’s existent technology to suit new purposes as needed. And Genosha had wanted all sorts of comforts and efficiency as the years dragged on and their confidence in their system continued to grow. But efficiency of use came at a cost to security. And it was high time for that price to be paid. “Losing…awareness. Guards…won’t open my cell, no…matter what. Get me…free…and I can…free everyone…else. Need…heat.”

The haze finally settled over his mind once more, and Adam stood silently at his window, eyes dimming as his cognizance faded away.
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30
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Memory Extraction/Manipulation
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Si
Brotherhood
“Blindspot?” Good to know old age hadn’t worn out his memory.

“Hey boss!” Bea smiled to herself, cheery enough that she would have waved if Magneto had been in her eyeline. Something about the absurdly brutal setting for a genial reunion just tickled her. She was the only one finding any of this remotely funny though, so she kept the reaction muted. Gallows humour was an acquired taste.

“What are you doing in here?”

“Long story. Might have something t’do with Mr Baritone in the cell over.” She answered blithely, fudging where the hell she’d been for the last six years. There was no point waffling on about details that didn’t matter. Better to let him talk with Primal while she quietly filed away the revised ninety-five mutant headcount.

“How many slave camps are there on the island?” Magneto eventually asked.

“Twenty… five prisons… including this one…” Waiting for Berman to finish every sentence was a test in patience, fighting the urge to interrupt and try finishing his thoughts for him. Like listening to someone with a severe stutter. Christ, she hoped it was just the cold or some kind of sedative doing that to him. “The Brain Camp… is the center of that… control. A… mental spider’s web… across the entire island.”

That was the cue Bea had been waiting for. “Aaaaand guess which little Carrion Cove homeslice did a good long stretch in that place?” She actually paused to see if anyone volunteered the answer. “Yup, yours truly!”

Blindspot had always been classed among the psionic slaves. But she wasn’t stuck in the telepathic facility Primal was calling the ‘Brain Camp’ initially. That came when she’d been earmarked for espionage work. Her intel was a combination of eidetically recalled experience and memory ripped straight from other peoples’ minds. That the other guy knew about it too was impressive. Seriously, how long had this poor foreign fucker been sat around in his pet-crate, to have absorbed all the juicy details?

“Last I heard they code-named it ‘The Turiel’.” After one of the fallen watcher angels bound in ‘everlasting chains under darkness’ until Judgement Day. Appropriate for the poor sods stuck down there. Genoshan higher-ups seemed to have a boner for Biblical references. The fact that they’d even codenamed the sentinels ‘Anakim’ proved that much. “It’s a black site but, gimmie a computer, I could still pin the bastard down. Even make bloody Google cough up directions.”

“And I know how… Genoshan minds are… shielded… and how to… expose them.”

“Well, there you go then.” Bea shrugged, even though it was a useless gesture when no one could see her. “If you’re doing a ‘thing’? I want in too!”

“Quiet down in there,” The guards rapped their batons against the metallic walls.

If looks could kill, the glare Blindspot gave the guard nearest her would have made him instantly disintegrate. Sadly that wasn’t what her x-gene had gifted her with though. Eyes shadowed by the fall of her hair continued to bore holes into the back of his head until he’d passed.

“Losing…awareness. Guards… won’t open my cell, no… matter what.”

“Not even for Sunday walkies on a leash?” Bea had no idea about the feral state Adam had been reduced to yet. It just wasn’t that uncommon to see private slaves getting lead around like pedigree pooches. She grinned, her face making a rapid switch between vastly differing moods. The habit always seemed to disconcert people, but it was par for the course when your psyche was an unholy chimera bristling with stolen mental fragments.

“Get me… free… and I can… free everyone… else. Need… heat.”

“So he needs a tanning bed and a cough drop… I just need a phone and a scalpel.” Bea said darkly. If Magneto was here, he was going to free them… right? She wanted to believe it.

“How often do the guards change shifts?” Erik asked.

“Standard three shift pattern to cover the camps twenty-four seven.” Bea strained to check none of the guards were hovering in an eavesdropping attempt, lowering her voice as much as she could without dropping out of Erik’s audible range. “Oh-six hundred, fourteen hundred and twenty two hundred. No set pattern for breaks and lunch, just whatever they figure t’make sure at least one other’s covering the post. I reckon you got three smokers working this shift and one with something IBS-y going on,” her face wrinkled with repulsion, “So there’s come an’ go.”

“We need to keep our wits about us and do not allow the guards to pull us into anything that would give them a reason to use force against us.”

“Fine with that if we still get t’use force against them, come the time.”

“Do either of you have any way of contacting the other prisoners?”

“Only through the healthcare wing” Bea sniffed. “Anyone feel like shiving themselves t’get some medical attention?”

At that point the guards walked two of the other Brotherhood members in, bearing IVs and bandages from the very area she’d just been talking about.

“Rage, Mammomax.” Erik welcomed them as they were shoved into their cells. “Rage how are your injuries?”

Blindspot’s eyes lit up. The new guy she didn’t recognise, offering only a brief nod of “Alright big fella.” But the first name she knew.

“Peachy.”

“Jaaaaaaaaames.” She offered the other woman a manic grin as Tina was interred to the cell opposite her own. “Long time no see! You look like shit now, girl.”

“They gave me ‘medicine’ but… The nurse had it out for me, so I wouldn't be surprised if I start coughing blood in a minute.” Rage sighed as she rested her back against the wall, “So pretty status quo. I’d love to kill that nurse right now…” Clearly Ms James still boasted that same old sunny disposition then.

“Don’t suppose you saw an old fella called Edgerton while you was getting patched up? Bald, green medic slave shirt…?” Bea wasn’t holding out too much hope, it had been over a decade since she’d passed through the Hammer Bay main ‘storage’ facility. But if the wrinkly old healer was around, he might be the channel Magneto was after…
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33
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Telepathy. Not a Ninja.
Single
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Lauren
Hellfire Club
"In there, Princess," the guard gave her a shove, no doubt intended to unbalance her and send her sprawling. Betsy kept her feet, and smiled.

"It's Queen, actually. But your lack of decorum no doubt stems from being dragged up on this rock," She shook her purple head. Unable to see, she slowly paced forwards, through the cell door. "I'll remember you."

"You can't even see me, or use your mind witch powers on me," the guard laughed. "One, blind English toff doesn't scare me."

"Oh, but it should. Thank you for that eloquent little bit of Shakespeare, it's just helping me to remember your voice."

The man slapped her around the back of the head and she dropped to a knee, settling herself before slowly standing again. That smarted, but it would no doubt simply be one bruise of many for the days to come. Once she had surrendered out there, they had brought her in. Null cuffed, they had also added extra insult by taking away her bionic eyes. Completely blind, she was incredibly vulnerable. much more so than her bravado suggested, but Psylocke was in this for the long game. She would not stay blind.

The ambient sounds of the prison were calming around her, following her arrival and she listened, carefully. Sadly, her ears were simply human. "Who else is in here? Erik?" she thought she had caught his voice on her way into her cell, but sound could carry oddly in places such as this, and the White Queen could not be certain, not without two of her senses to aid her. He could be next to her, or half a dozen doors away.

Until she had her eyes back, or her telepathy, she was in an uncomfortable state of limbo. All she needed was one, and she was sure as hell not bloody getting sent to the 'Brain Camp', though no doubt a telepath of her calibre would be gleefully scooped up by those monsters...

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Sono-Psionic Disorientation/Cool Hair
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Si
Brotherhood
Vai stared at the other mutants through a curtain of green dreadlocks. What was left of them anyway. She scanned the space for signs of people she knew, yearning to see the reassuringly familiar green or purple skin tones that would indicate Mesmero or George were there with her. All she saw was strangers though.

A small part of her wanted to panic. The combination of muzzle and cuffs always poked at the worst parts of Vertigo’s fractured psyche, corrupt digital memory saves of an adolescence spent in slavery. Feeling like a hunting dog in a kennel did nothing to calm her rotten mood.

She wanted to eat. She had a vague understanding of canteens and vending machines from Sanctuary, but would be just as happy grabbing whatever caught her eye from the trays of other mutants. But she couldn’t reach with hands behind her back, any more than she could fit solid food through the perspex locked over her mouth.

Nobody talked to her at first. The ones in white or grey simply moved out of her way as she nosed around, checking the exits and ventilation. Eventually someone in orange stepped into her path though. He had a broad chest, tanned skin and long, straight hair that looked like every colour of a sunset. “This lockdown’s something t’do with you, isn’t it? What happened? What did you do?”

“We are make war.” Vai answered honestly, voice muffled. Her warm breath fogged up the muzzle as she spoke.

“War? What idiot invades Genosha in this day and age?”

“We are the Brothers who are follow Great Father Magneto.”

The man’s expression took on an odd look Vai didn’t know how to interpret. He stepped back to speak to someone else in orange, and then more gathered. Chatter rippled around the space, confusion thickening the air. The atmosphere almost became a liquid, volatile thing.

Vertigo didn’t care though. She saw the guards usher in another new person and felt hope spark in her belly that it would be one of her Brothers. When he was left standing alone though, she instead saw the dark king her leader had brought to help them. Although she still wasn’t entirely clear on how flinging Mammomax through a portal had helped.

She trudged over and stared up into his face without reserve. The small savage clone might not know how control collars worked, but she knew her eyes wouldn’t harm people for as long as it was clamped round her neck.

She wanted to wave for his attention as his vision seemed somewhat… unfocused. Damn the cuffs! It was probably going to get her in trouble but she couldn’t resist it – she wiggled her shoulders and bent her knees, looking vaguely like a cat getting ready to pounce on a bird. Then she jumped. Her knees came up high and she wrenched her hands under her backside and past her feet. When she landed, her hands were still cuffed but at least in front of her.

“Hello King.” She raised both hands to give him that awkward wave.

“Magneto brought you here… So is… are you with the Brotherhood too?” one of the mutants in orange uniform asked, pointing at Max.

“No, he is not Brother.” Vai answered. “This is King who makes a big dark for to help us.”

More murmuring ensued. And this time it escalated. The slaves of Hammer Bay knew now that the world’s most outspoken Mutant Freedom Fighter/Mutant Terrorist (depending on who you spoke to) was among them. And the smarter ones there were already starting to wonder if the Illuminati’s global blackout a few years ago had anything to do with the new male inmate stood among them. Seeds were being sown. Dangerous notions were taking root.

A guard at the main entryway smacked his prod against the door frame in objection. “You genejokes wanna keep it down?”

Vai would have spat at him if it weren’t for the muzzle. Which was exactly why they’d clamped it on the little foreign weirdo in the first place.
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“Why is he still,” the speaker paused and there was a hint of a nose wrinkling from a bad smell in his words, “abnormal? Do we know?”

“It’s likely because his mutation transformed his body so completely,” a second voice replied.

George blinked but his eyes were as unfocused as the morning after a weekend bender.

“But even the elephant mutant became human-like again.” Human-like, but not human; it was important that they remembered these people weren’t humans, sometimes they just looked human but they were monsters.

“Yes, sir,” said the second voice. “But in his case, it was still flesh and blood, just in two separate appearances, human and elephant. Organic flesh and blood. In this case, the substance this mutant transformed into is inorganic; our null tech is limited. We can lock him into a human-shaped form but not reverse the process any further.”

“A pity. Will he die?”

“It’s pretty touch and go, sir. He seems to have a healing capability but we’ll need to restrain,” the second voice started to explain but stopped as the first speaker waved the details away.

“Try to save his life if you can. I don’t like it that there some mutants with even a limited immunity to our null tech, and we’ll need this one as a test subject to fix that shortcoming.”

Sometime later –

George woke up feeling like he’d spent all night in a mixer and then been poured out. Like crap, in other words, and said as much.

“Craaaaap,” he croaked.

But he noticed that all his bits seemed to be there and in working order, and still purple, as he got to his feet and stumbled out among the prisoners to see what was what. He heard murmuring and knew, just knew, that his Vai would be at the center of it.





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Max heard the murmurs and the name Magneto flitting around the room moments before someone said, “Hello, King.” The savage girl.

Max couldn’t help being a snob, the Hellfire Club was the cream, the best of the best, and oh so civilized; at the beginning of the mission, he had more or less ignored the brutish savage as cannon fodder for the upcoming battle. However, now she was his hope, and the Black King was nothing if not adaptable, and greeted her amiably.

“Hello,” he searched his memory for her real name, “Vai. You are just the person I need,” he said. “I require… I need,” he amended, ratcheting his vocabulary down to that of a child, “someone who can see, and I think you need,” someone who can think, “someone to follow,” he said and placed a hand where he thought her shoulder might be.

The guard came around, full of smiles and kind words for the inmates, and Max felt Vai want to leap for the man’s throat. “Patience,” he counselled but knew from his short association with her that wanting her to have a little self-control would be as successful as spitting on lava, so he went in another direction. “Remember him, he is the goat bleating and prancing before the sleeping predator, but you are not sleeping, you are waiting for the right time. Be the...” but the rest of what he was going to say never got said as the other mutants need for information interrupted them.

“Magneto… Magneto… is that true?” Max heard that sentiment and versions of it whisper around the room.

“Yes, brothers and sisters,” he spoke up, his voice, used to giving commands and being heard, cut through the sea of whispers, “Magneto is here!”

“Quiet down in there! Now!” Yelled a passing guard.

Max paused, getting thrown into solitary confinement would not help their cause. Magneto’s name spread like wildfire among the prisoners. Vai’s mention of the King of Darkness and Illuminati popped up here and there but Max was eager for Magneto to take center stage, the last thing he wanted was his name and face to any more famous. He wanted to stay in the shadows as much as possible.

“Yes, brothers and sisters, Magneto has heard your pleas and come to your rescue,” he said, knowing they were likely being heavily monitored. To the guards listening, he would be talking about the failed attack at Hammer Bay, but to the mutants, they heard the glimmer of hope. Magneto…. Rescue…

“Magneto… Magneto… Magneto,” the soft chant of a mild rebellion murmured around the room and carried out into the rest of the prison.

“Tell me, are there other new prisoners?” Max asked the congregation.

Little by little, they told what they knew. A woman, blind with purple hair. A purple man. And others.







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