Feral Saga Chapter 17 - Restoration

by Nyssa

A Marvel X-Men Fanfiction starring Wolverine and Jean Grey

Author‘s Note:

So as I get closer to the end of this strange tale, I find myself writing ahead a lot. That’s the only reason this chapter took as long as it did. Especially since this chapter is a little shorter than I usually do, but I think it breaks pretty well right here. Most of the next chapter is already written. I just hope it entertains. Plenty of sex and intrigue in this one. Maybe even another cliff-hanger. Thanks for still giving this weird story a chance. Once again, I‘d like to thank my proofreaders. Gabi (Xtrim), in particular, has been a huge help, but I have been blessed with several more (anonymous) reviewers and I thank them as well.

August 20, 2020 - I made some minor edits to the story and am posting them all at once.

Here‘s a wiki you can use if you‘re really lost: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/X-Men

© Nyssa 2020

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Everything you’ve ever wanted is on the other side of fear.

• George Addair

 

Admiral Delacroix strode into the Amsterdam International Hotel with the two Captains that had accompanied him on the trip. He walked up to the front desk.

“Good evening, Admiral. Will you be checking out tomorrow, or do you need to extend your stay?”

“Good evening to you, Addison. Yes, I will still be checking out tomorrow.”

“Very good, sir. I trust you enjoyed your stay?”

“More than you’ll ever know,” replied the Admiral.

“Admiral,” said Captain Palmer, “Captain Grant and I are headed to the bar. Would you join us for a little celebration?”

“I don’t think so. You gentlemen feel free to raise one for me though,” said the Admiral good-naturedly.

“Sir,” said Captain Grant, “I don’t know if you’ve been to the bar here, but it really is sensational. The uhh, scenery is the best I’ve ever seen.”

Captain Palmer nodded.

The Admiral raised an eyebrow but smiled. “Very well gentlemen, lead on.”

On their second round, the Admiral noticed a woman come into the bar and sit down. She was a statuesque redhead, very beautiful, but she moved like an athlete

It was only 30 minutes later that Admiral Delacroix was in his room, holding this beauty in his arms.

“I noticed you as soon as you walked in,” he said kissing her shoulder and moving on to her neck.

“Mmm? Did you now?” she asked, with only a faint Dutch accent.

“Yes, it was your red hair and the way you moved. I just had to have you.”

“So you like redheads?”

“I never said I liked them, my dear.”

“Hey, you’re not…” She stiffened slightly.

“No, my dear. I have no desire to injure you. You are my guest. I simply wish to have my way with you.”

“Well, then,” she said as she turned around. “Maybe you could help me get out of this dress?” She turned her back to him and lifted her hair.

He eased her zipper down and slid his hands inside the dress and around her waist and then reached up to cup her breasts in her bra. He pulled her to him and bit lightly on the ear she had exposed when she lifted her hair. The dress slid off her shoulders as she lowered her arms and pooled on the ground at her feet.

“Mmmm,” she moaned quietly at his treatment. He reached between them to quickly unclasp her bra and slip it off her as her generous breasts bobbed free. Quickly he had his arms around her again and his hands grasping her breasts as he ran his thumbs over her areola and her nipples began to stiffen. He kissed down her neck. She began to move as if she wanted to turn around.

“No, not yet my dear. I’ve got to see every inch of you on display. Finish disrobing.”

She smiled and bent forward as she pushed her panties down over her garter belt and stockings and stepped out of them so that she was standing in her heels, stockings, and garters. Now she turned, smiling, and anticipating his reaction.

“All of it, if you please,” he said.

“Most guys like this look,” she said, her voice suggestive and quiet.

He said nothing in return, so she unclipped her garters and pulled down her garter belt and stockings, trying to make a show of it for him. When she stood before him completely naked, he hadn’t moved at all. She kept expecting him to tear his own clothes off in a rush, but that didn’t seem to be his style.

“What about you? You’re still in your clothes,” she said with a pout as she crossed the small distance between them and drew circles on his chest with her fingers.

“I think you should do that. Reach into my pants and take out my cock.”

“Ooo, I’m getting the idea that you like to give orders? I like powerful men.”

He just smiled. She knelt down on the carpet and unzipped his fly, staring up at him the entire time. She reached in and pulled him out, somewhat surprised by his impressive size. She ran her tongue all around the head and then down the length of it. She placed the head into her mouth and closed her lips over it just below the glans. Still staring up at him, she pulled her lips softly over the head, letting them slide over it. She repeated it over and over, taking him slightly deeper each time. After about a minute, he put his hands on the back of her head and began guiding her. Now she was no longer able to look up at him the entire time, but she tried to look at him as often as she could. He stared at her, his mouth slightly open, making short, gasping breaths with every couple of strokes. Her lips were soon reaching the base of his cock and his testicles swung wildly against her chin at the end of each stroke as he moved her head back and forth on him. She swirled her tongue when she could to try to give him as much sensation as possible.

“Oh God, yes,” he said. “I’m going to cum. Keep going.”

She thought that she wasn’t really the one in charge of whether or not she kept going at this point, but tried to maintain suction and her tongue movement. Soon, his motions of her head were becoming erratic. She felt the first spurt as it started from the base of his cock. He pulled her head back so fast she was momentarily stunned as his cock popped free of her mouth and strands of her saliva still connected her to it. But then the spurt of cum landed on her nose, cheeks, and lips. Trying to recover quickly, she took his cock in her hand and pumped it. Another spurt landed on her lower lip and chin, but then it was just oozing out.

He still stared raptly at her as she licked the cum dripping from his cock and used his cock to gather the rest from her face into her mouth. “Did you like that baby?” she asked.

“Very much,” he said, finally closing his eyes for a moment. “Finish undressing me now.”

She proceeded to remove his clothes and was very surprised and how well muscled he was for a man his age and by the fact that he was nearly erect by the time she was done. “Ready to go again so soon?” she asked as she stood in front of him and stroked his hardening cock.

“You are an inspiration.”

He kissed her and picked her up, which surprised her again and she yelped slightly. When he laid her down and moved between her legs, she was glad she had some lubrication, because he entered her right away and began thrusting. It wasn’t the desperate, frenetic thrusting she had half expected. It was slow and powerful, but not harsh. As he filled her, he pressed deeply into her with a very slow pressure, compressing her clit under its hood and moving enough that it occasionally peeked out. He pulled out only slightly and then back in, gradually increasing his pace.

She raised her hips to meet his thrusts and tried to move in such a way as to maximize her stimulation. He took her left breast in his hand and lowered his mouth to the areola. Taking all of it into his mouth, he pressed into the nipple with his tongue and sucked at it. Then he teased the nipple with flicks of his tongue until it was hard and pulsing with her heartbeat. She moaned at his ministrations to offer encouragement. He switched to the other breast until she was panting, continually thrusting against him.

When he went back to kissing her lips aggressively and squeezing and pushing her breasts almost roughly, he continued to grind the base of his cock hard into her over and over, barely withdrawing. His tongue seemed to fill her mouth and she found herself nearing a climax. She began moaning for real into his mouth and thrusting up against him almost involuntarily.

He broke off the kiss and looked down at her, a smile on his face. He again lowered his mouth onto one of her nipples and sucked hard. She convulsed slightly at the sensation, but he stopped almost immediately, again hovering over her and watching.

He grabbed her wrists with a firm grip and moved them up until they were even with her head. He held them down as he drove into her.

She realized that she was beginning to cum and tried to form the words to beg him to bring his body back down to hers. Instead, he transferred her wrists to one hand and used his free hand to take her wet nipple between his fingers and began to pull it, slowly allowing it to slip through.

She threw her head back and moaned loudly as her orgasm washed over her from her breasts, into her belly and all around his cock. Spasming shocks took her and short little breaths escaped her mouth for several seconds.

“Wow,” she said after a minute or an hour - she wasn’t entirely sure. “I don’t usually cum like that. I’m gonna need a second.” She realized that he was still hard inside her, but wasn’t moving.

“Quite all right my dear. I enjoyed the show. Since you are somewhat tender right now, I was wondering if you might consent to anal?”

She was feeling extremely good at that moment. “You know, I usually charge extra for that. But you surprised me. Let me just get my lube.”

Thirty minutes later, the Admiral was handing the extremely relaxed and smiling young redhead a wad of cash that was easily five times what they had “negotiated”.

“This is too much,” she said smiling but putting it into her purse.

“It’s not like it’s really my money,” he said.

“Oh,” she nodded. “Expense account?”

“Something like that.”

“You know, she said, pressing her body against him and her hands at his shoulders. “I could come back tomorrow night? I really enjoyed myself and we could spend more of someone else’s money...”

“No, as tempting as you are my dear, I don’t think you’ll find me here tomorrow.”

She pouted prettily and handed him a business card. “Well, if you’re ever in Amsterdam again, I’d love to see you. And I planned on giving you that card before the nice tip.”

He waved the card slightly and said, “Thank you... Amber,” he said, reading it off the card. Then he let her out.

“That was… therapeutic,” he said after closing the door.

>>X<<

Jean walked into Logan’s room, her arms crossed under her breasts, hugging herself, her steps uncertain. Logan was on the balcony wearing an authentic Japanese silk kimono robe with scenes of wolves and waves on it. Even though Logan turned as she crossed the room, she had no doubt that she’d been heard and probably smelled long before.

Jean stopped several feet before the door to the balcony.

“You look so young,” Jean said.

“Yeah,” said a very male Logan in his gruff voice. “Doc says maybe my healing factor made a few edits. But I’m right at my normal weight, though Hank recommended a steak dinner or two might help. I do feel kinda shaky, but Hank is confident he got the process right this time.”

“Why?” asked Jean after 30 seconds.

“Why?” he repeated.

Jean raised her head slightly and shook it. Tears gathered at the edges of her eyes and when she spoke, her voice was a little thicker with emotion. “You are such a guy. Always running off to solve a problem.”

“Jean, I wasn’t… Look, I know some problems can’t be fixed, but not everyone has to suffer from them.”

“You think this,” as she gestured up and down his body, “is going to make me suffer less?”

Logan was quiet for a moment and stared at the floor. “In the long run, yes… I know how I hurt you and I have no idea how I might have hurt you again in the future, but I know how this ends. This ends with you and Scott together. Assuming you can forgive him. I think you should, it was all me being selfish and needy...”

“Shut up! Just stop, ok? If you want to wallow in the drama and feel sorry for yourself, fine.” Her hand made a chopping motion. When she continued her voice was only slightly above a whisper and the hard edge was gone. “But I would have forgiven you.” She sobbed twice, once again hugging herself. “I already have…” Through tears, she said, “You didn’t need to do this. We were supposed to be together for the rest of our lives.”

Logan went to her and awkwardly wrapped his arms around her. Jean, still hugging her arms around herself, sobbed on his shoulder for a minute. When she finally spoke, her voice was husky and muffled. She said into his shoulder, “I thought I’d find you here smoking one of those awful cigars and having a beer.”

“Actually, they still make me ill and I’m not really in the mood for a beer.”

“This robe is very nice.”

“Yeah, I got it in Japan ages ago. The silk is exquisite and…”

“Exquisite?” asked Jean in a voice muffled by Logan’s shoulders as he held her.

Logan chuckled slightly, but then his body went rigid and he took a sharp intake of breath.

“What is it?” asked Jean, realizing that the link between them had come to life and was harshly buzzing with alarm.

“Don’t feel so…” Logan pushed Jean aside and vomited. He fell to his knees and put one hand on the carpet as Jean rushed to his side.

“Lo… gan, you’re burning up!” she said as she put a hand on his forehead.

“Funny,” he croaked. “I don’t feel too hot,” and with that, he fell onto his side and began convulsing.

“LOLO!” Jean’s mental blast once again brought everyone in the mansion to their knees.

“No, you can’t leave me,” she cried.

As Logan’s body convulsed and his lips spread in a rictus of pain, blood began to seep from his pores.

>>X<<

Once Admiral Delacroix was alone in his room, he set his briefcase on a table, closed all of the drapes and blinds and took out a small box with a blinking white light. He stared intently at it as he swept it all around the room and even into the bathroom. When he had completed the sweep, he opened his briefcase.

Inside the briefcase was a video screen. He lifted it up and turned it on

“Well,” said Admiral Delacroix, “everything went smoothly. In the end, no one objected and we were able to get all of the uploads completed before the next update cycle. Every country we contacted reported complete success.”

“And the X-Men? Were you able to contact them?” asked a voice from the video screen. It was a strange voice, similar to when an anonymous source speaks in shadow on a crime show.

“You really don’t need to use the voice scrambler, I swept the room completely. Actually, the X-Men were… preoccupied. I briefed them, at least with what we felt was prudent, and they will get back to me once they’ve had a chance to get over their current challenge.” Then, a moment later. “Now please turn off the voice changer, unless you’re about to confess to pedophilia or tell me where Jimmy Hoffa is buried.”

“Sorry, one of IC’s precautions,” said Magneto in his normal voice. “My dear, I can’t tell you how good it is to have you restored to us. You know, there’s really no need for you to continue your masquerade any longer either”

Mystique’s form shimmered as she flipped to her natural form and ran her hands down her sides as she smiled. “It’s definitely good to be back. Thanks for arranging for a double to take my place.”

“IC cautioned me that they didn’t have anyone anywhere near your ability, but I assume it went well?”

“Yes, Gemelo, a Spaniard, should be sufficient for a little while.”

“Gemelo? Spanish, you say? Isn’t that a male word for twin?”

Mystique smirked. “Yes, and a horny one at that. I expect that will probably be how he reveals himself. Even though I was mostly kept away from the other inmates, they’re all female. I don’t think he’ll be able to resist trying to tempt one of them and it takes him forever to change. But at least he can get the voice right and we did find a way to spend the time while he changed...”

“Well, we shall have to hope he isn’t discovered before our preparations are complete. I must say even I am surprised at how devastatingly efficient the humans have been at creating the instrument of their destruction. I daresay, even if we hadn’t come along, they’d have found a way to make themselves obsolete and redundant within a few decades. Unfortunately, we can’t wait since they’d have taken many of us with them. I only hope our own species can learn from the lessons these foolhardy homo sapiens ignored, even as we wipe them out.”

“I don’t know, they can be fun sometimes. Couldn’t we keep a few as pets?”

>>X<<

“He seemed fine at first,” said Jean as she sat in the waiting area outside the Med Bay. She was just staring at the floor in front of her and she seemed drained. Kitty sat beside her and had her arm around her shoulder, looking very concerned. Professor X and Scott were there as well, all looking very concerned. “He looked like himself, except he just looked so young. We were… talking and then he threw up and started convulsing. It was awful. I couldn’t do anything. None of my training could help… I feel like he did this… all of this, because of me.” She started to cry quietly.

“Jean,” said Charles, “you don’t need to punish yourself. We’ve all felt helpless at one time or another when someone is in crisis. This is not your fault. Logan knew what he was doing.”

“Did he, or she?” Asked Jean with a little anger. “Another of Hank’s ill-conceived experiments? When she was just desperate to run away from a problem?”

“Jean,” said Scott, “you know Hank wouldn’t…”

“I don’t know what Hank promised Lolo and neither do you,” said Jean.

Everyone was quiet for a little while after that.

“Professor,” said Scott after a while, “did you ever find out about the computer virus you mentioned? If it was Magneto behind it?”

“Yes, I just came from a briefing. The U.S. led the development and distribution of a counter-virus. They were able to get complete cooperation from all of the affected countries, which is remarkable. They believe that the upload of the counter-virus was a 100% success. Everyone has been slowly bringing their systems back online and testing to ensure its eradication.”

“So it was Magneto?” asked Kitty.

“So it would appear,” said the Professor.

“Then why did he attack the school, or kidnap Storm, or have Sabretooth… attack Lolo?” asked Kitty.

“I don’t know for sure, Kitty. I wish I could get Logan’s input on it. The virus certainly seems like a viable strategy for Magneto, but some of the pieces just don’t fit. I feel like Logan would have some keen insight or intuition. I feel somewhat lost without it.”

Jean sobbed a little and tearily said, “Please don’t talk like we might lose her… or him.”

Hank walked out of the operating theater, his face grim and looking beaten. Immediately, Jean and Kitty jumped up from their seats.

“Well?” asked Jean, a little stridently.

“As I’m sure everyone suspects, Logan has experienced another severe healing factor crisis. This time, the outcome is one that I never could have expected and the parameters of the crisis are startling, even shocking. I fear I owe everyone here an apology,” said Hank. “My miscalculations and oversights have much to do with what happened to Logan and are why we are here…”

“For God’s sake Hank,” yelled Jean. “Just say it!”

“I think it would be best if we went in so you can see for yourselves. I think it would be simplest if everyone got the news at the same time.”

>>X<<

The sounds of struggle were difficult to miss.

“You shut up! Give, give…!” it was a young male voice and it was obvious that he was addressing the woman that Captain Don Andrews had heard screaming and making terrified noises just a moment before. He was walking past an alley in Rio de Janeiro, near one of the shopping districts. It was one of those areas with a mixture of good and bad areas. This one happened to be pretty bad.

He stepped back into the alleyway and could now see what was going on. Nearest to him was a kid, probably late teens, who was clutching a purse that obviously didn’t go with his outfit. Further into the alley were three more youths. Two were holding a woman and the other was the one yelling at her. He was also holding a knife. It was difficult to be sure, but it looked like the woman was very attractive. So, the boys might be after more than just robbery. Not that he was about to just walk away, but that really sealed it for him.

“OK, the strategic target is the purse holder. Don’t want him running away. But then I gotta get to the knife and hope the other two let go of the girl, so I can take care of them. Let’s see…”

So, with a brutal sidekick to the head, Don sent the purse holder into the wall of the building. Before the sound of him hitting the wall could register, Don reached the kid with the knife. An armbar and a twist later and the knife was no longer a threat. Don decided to grab it from the kid’s hand. He used it to slash the kid’s face.

“Stupid,” he thought, appraising his action. “No time to be flashy. They’re not good kids by any means, but he doesn’t need to lose an eye.” Don decided not to stab anywhere for similar reasons, but he did twist the kid’s wrist enough that it was probably sprained.

One of the kids holding the girl came at him. A straight punch to his diaphragm made him suddenly much more focused on breathing than on Don. Don followed up with a strike to the kid’s head with the heel of his palm.

The third attacker thought he’d have a chance to attack while Don was dealing with the second kid, but a side kick to the chest sent him back into another wall.

Don casually went over to where the purse had landed. The girl was staring at him wide-eyed and breathing heavily.

“There’s no way that kid could pull off this purse with that outfit. I assume this is yours?” As he asked this, the kids all managed to get to their feet enough to help each other to run off down the alley. Don was pretty sure they’d all have headaches for a few days, but even though he had taken mercy on them, he didn’t feel too bad for them.

“Shouldn’t we call the police?” asked the girl in a husky voice as she watched them disappear into the darkness.

“Nah, wouldn’t amount to anything. They got their butts whupped. That’ll have to be enough this time.”

“You’re an American?” asked the woman who seemed to have calmed down some. Don could now see her much more clearly. He had been right, she was extremely beautiful. She had long, straight black hair and was very tall, probably nearing six feet. She was slender, but also very well endowed. Her features seemed Asian, (to him) exotic and sexy. She was dressed in a very nice, lightly colored sundress that showed off her endowments quite attractively.

“Yes ma’am. You too?”

She pushed her hair back and smiled at him. “SanFran. Well, we moved there from Hawaii when I was eight. Umm, could I buy you a drink? There’s a nice little bar in my hotel and I’d really like to thank you.”

“I don’t know…”

“Please, I’m a little shook and could use an escort. Especially one like you. It’s just a block from here.”

“No problem. I should have insisted on it myself.”

“Thank you.” She took his arm and hugged it, mashing her breasts into it as they started out. “And the name’s Misty, Misty Quay Q-U-A-Y.”

“I always thought that was pronounced like key?”

She laughed. “Yeah, my agent suggested it. He had no clue. Apparently, a lot of us swimsuit models use names that come from the weather or something nautical. When my agent signed me he was up to the letter ‘Q’ and he looked it up and that’s what he came up with.”

“Well, what about your real name?”

She smiled and hugged his arm again. “Not until I get to know you better. Like, maybe your name?”

“Oh, my name’s Don Andrews. So you’re a swimsuit model? Would I have seen you anywhere?”

She giggled, “Not unless you shop for bikinis. I mean, I haven’t made Sports Illustrated. I wish…”

As they passed into a better lit area, she actually became somewhat more somber. “You know, I thought I could go out just this far. It was so stupid. See,” she said, pointing to a very fancy hotel. “It’s right here. Hard to believe I couldn’t even go a little over one block…”

Don held the door for her and guided her through as she didn’t seem willing to let go of his arm just yet. She pointed to the bar and they went in. It was empty except for one other customer. They sat at a booth and a server came over to take their order.

“I’ll have a rum and Coke,” she said as she got out her cigarettes and lighter.

“What American beers are on tap?” asked Don.

“Budweiser and Coors,” said their server.

“Wow, Coors. I’ll have one.”

Misty lit her cigarette with a shaky hand. “Oh God, I’m sorry Don. Do you mind? I’m just still rattled from that…”

“It’s ok. So, are you down here for work?”

“Yes, well, they never give us a free minute, so I added a couple of extra days to my stay. We finished this afternoon and I had seen this little boutique down the street… You know, you hear about this kinda thing, girls going missing, but to have it almost happen to you…” She exhaled smoke from her cigarette.

“I’m just glad I was there,” said Don.

Misty smiled and put her hand on his. “So am I. So,” she said, not removing her hand. “Why are you here, business or pleasure?”

“Well, neither really. I just needed to get away for a while.”

Misty took another drag from her cigarette as their drinks arrived. “This seems like an odd place to pick for just getting away. I mean, even with what happened, it’s been pretty spectacular.”

After talking more about the local sights and a little about themselves, Misty paid their tab (after much insistence). “Don, do you think you could walk me to my room? I’m still a little nervous.”

“Uhh, ok. Sure.”

When they got to her room, Misty closed the gap between them. “You know, you could come in?”

Don slowly shook his head as he looked her in the eyes. Very beautiful and inviting eyes. “A few months ago I’d have thought myself ridiculously lucky to be able to spend 5 minutes in your presence, but now…”

“I see,” said Misty with a slight smile, but not moving away. “So, it’s a girl?”

“Pretty obvious, huh?”

“So did you cheat on her, or did she cheat on you?”

“It’s… complicated. But I’m not ready to move on.”

“You know,” said Misty, placing her hands on his chest and looking up at him from under her thick, black lashes, “I can be very un-complicated. No one’s saying you need to move on… I’m only here for a couple of days and could really use someone to protect me. I don’t really want to be alone right now...” She pressed herself against him and moved her face even closer.

“Misty, I’m sorry. I’m happy you’re ok, and you are spectacular, but I’m not going to come in.”

She pouted as prettily as she could manage. “Then, can I give my hero a kiss?”

“Uhhh…”

Misty put her hand behind his neck and pulled their lips together. Don was surprised but allowed it until Misty tried to slip her tongue between their lips. He then pulled away as gently as he could. Once their lips were apart, Don took a slight step backward.

Misty touched her lips and said, “I wish I could meet this girl who has you so wrapped around her finger.”

“More like she has her claws in me,” said Don with a smirk. “Good night Miss Quay.” With that, he walked away.

“Good night Captain Andrews.” Misty watched his ass for a few moments as he walked away before getting her room keycard and cell phone out of her purse. “What a shame,” she said to herself as she opened the door to her room, already dialing.

>>X<<

“Rogue, I would have thought you would be with the others, with Logan,” said Storm as she strode into the conference room.

“No, Ah wanted to, but somebody had to hold down the fort and Kitty gave me them puppy dog eyes. Ah don’t know what all Ah could have done anyway.”

“Where is Bobby? Couldn’t he assist you?”

“Ah don’t know where that boy is. He seems to be spendin’ an awful lot of time in his room lately.”

“Perhaps he needs to catch up on his studies,” suggested Ororo.

“Is anybody even holdin’ classes with all this goin’ on?”

“Did the Professor get any useful information from the mercenaries who surrendered?” asked Ororo, ignoring Rogue’s question and the possible avenues of speculation.

“Not really. Apparently, the only asshole who actually knew anything was the one Logan killed. They said he was the only one to ever talk to the people that hired them.” Rogue and Storm were both quiet for a moment. “Did y’all see what she did to him? Ah had to go help carry the body out from near the caretaker’s shack.” Rogue shuddered.

“No,” said Ororo. “But I did hear of it. Do you think there’s something wrong with her? Maybe she’s going mad?”

“Ah’ll leave that to the Professor and Dr. Grey, but she seemed pretty strong to me. Ah can’t imagine going through everything she just did.”

“I guess I’ve been somewhat beside the loop for all of that,” said Ororo.

“Y’all mean outside?” asked a puzzled Rogue.

Ororo stared at her blankly. “I was captured and held inside.”

“Ah know that. I was talkin’ about the loop.”

“What loop?”

>>X<<

“Just another in a long line of disappointments, I’m afraid. Not that I expected much from Colonel Black’s band of misfits, but that was especially underwhelming,” said Magneto.

“But we achieved our goals, didn’t we? The counter-virus uploads went well?” asked IC, sounding a little nervous.

Mystique nodded, “They ate it up. Everyone was so excited to be given the solution to a problem they didn’t even know they had.”

“IC, you were able to implement my extremely non-technical suggestions?” asked Magneto.

“Yes, that was a stroke of genius. I included trojan horse processes that made it look like the U.S. was including spyware in the solution. I used some code from the NSA as a wrapper and made sure it would still trip the proper flags for the Soviets and the Chinese. I did have to upgrade some of the malware detection software for some of the other countries, but everyone should still get a least one ping from it.”

“Thank you IC, even if only the first sentence was something I understood.”

“I thought the NSA used 64-bit encryption on their code,” said Mystique.

“Please,” said IC, derisively. “They might as well write it in 24 point type across my screen. I can decrypt it at over 200 megabytes a second and that’s without using my powers. In fact, if I’d put my own code in there, they’d never have found it. 256-bit encryption, with a double-key encryption scheme.” IC was fairly vibrating at this point.

Mystique patted him on the head and said, “That was so cute. I just read that thing about the NSA in Time magazine, I have no idea what it means.”

“If we could get back to the topic at hand,” said Magneto. “We are now in a position to put my plan into effect.”

“Aww, but I was going to get my nails done tomorrow,” pouted Mystique.

“Mystique, with your abilities, you can make your nails look however you want. Please focus. It will be two weeks before we are in a position to make our final move and there is much to be done.”

“Why can’t we just tell them we have their weapons systems and maybe blow up a city to prove it?” asked Mystique.

“My dear, as enamored as I am with your brilliant and devious mind, there are military realities you aren’t considering. We cannot control that which we do not occupy. We will have to mobilize our people so that they can seize the strategic targets that will allow us to control the humans.”

“Can’t we just use the fact that we can blow up any city… Hell, the whole world, to get them to surrender?”

“First, we don’t want to blow up a city containing our fellow mutants. Second, the human governments aren’t likely to stay surrendered if we don’t take control of certain sites.”

“So it will take two weeks to get our people in place?”

“No, it will take that long to very obviously and conspicuously remove our people from the cities we will later threaten and move them to undisclosed locations near the strategic sites we will invade. That will make it clear when we make our threat that we have already taken care of our own people. Then we will make our position and our demands clear. From there we will either attack and beat them into submission or they will surrender. Once they have surrendered and accepted the rule of mutants, then we invade.”

“Invade? Why would we need to invade?” asked IC.

“Do not be naive. There will be resistance no matter what the humans promise. This will not be bloodless. I only hope to minimize the bloodshed. That is why I have called you here; there is much to still do. I have been planning and preparing for this for years and now it comes down to what we do in the next two weeks. And what Charles and his X-Men do to make this difficult.”

 

WHAT WILL BE THE OUTCOME OF LOGAN’S GRANDSTAND PLAY TO AVOID DEALING WITH JEAN AND SCOTT? WILL CHARLES AND THE X-MEN REALIZE WHAT MAGNETO IS DOING IN TIME, OR HAS LOGAN PROVIDED THE PERFECT DISTRACTION THAT WILL DOOM HUMANITY AND BRING ABOUT THE BRUTAL RULE OF MUTANTS OVER HOMO SAPIENS BY MAGNETO? PERHAPS EVEN EXTINCTION? FIND OUT IN THE FRENETIC NEXT ISSUE OF THE FERAL SAGA - MAGNETO’S FINALE’!

Once again, my nephew, who was so excited to tell me a cheese joke:
What do you call cheese that isn’t yours?
I don’t…
(interrupts) Nacho cheese! (fit of giggles)
 
     Since he’s never had Nachos, I think it’s the way he got to say the word “nacho” that got him. I hope there’s something in the cheesy content I’m providing for you to like.

End Note:

Kudos are always welcome, but I really do want to know what you think of the story, so please comment. It doesn't have to be positive but if you have a correction, a PM would be more appropriate than a comment, so we don't bore everyone else with trivialities. If you are upset that this story contained violence, graphic sex, non-consensual actions, or mind control even after all my warnings and flags then I can't help you. If you want to demonstrate your superior knowledge of all things X-Men, please save it and just make lots of smug faces as you read my egregious errors. I'm here to have some fun and I hope I have provided you with some as well. ‘Nuff said. Until next time - Excelsior!