"TRAITOR!"-"Side with your own kind!"-"How COULD you?"
He had heard it all before, he heard it yesterday, he'll hear it tomorrow. As it was he stood across the way from a sewer full of hideously deformed mutants, none passable by any standard and almost none of them with anything resembling real power, The Morloks.
Their leader was a woman by the name of Naga And she matched her namesake. Standing on a steel catwalk thirty feet above the swirling waters of a Manhattan drainage outlet he faced off against her with an electronic clipboard in right hand as his left rested upon the handle of his sheathed ninja-to in a reverse grip. Mentally he superimposed the sewer with a training dojo, a mental exercise to force light telepathy to see what he wanted them to see by using his imagination. It also kept his terrifying fear of heights in check. The son of the great acrobat, the first time he tried to teleport ten years ago was by forcing himself into a position his mutant power would activate to save his life, it broke his back instead.
"Look, you're all mutants, register, I'm a mutant, I registered. If you register, Shield can get you placed in-"
"Concentration camps!"
"Listen b!tch, My grandfather was in those camps, and this isn't like that at all. You want hell on earth? I've see int! They don't march down here and give you a fight to the death, they flood this place, they flood this whole island to sea level then flash freeze it with a cryo-bomb! Those that don't drown die of suffocation and hypothermia as the air runs out.... That is your future if you don't sign."
Nagas hands came to rest on her swords as he shouted back, her slit eyes tried to read the solid black orbs for signs of betrayal, having to trust the facial structure instead. She released the swords as he continued to talk, impassively crossing her four arms before speaking in a softer tone, concern in her voice now.
"You have seen it, haven't you? A psychic vision?"
"Something like that. Right now their are options, apartments, farms, places where you aren't part of the petting zoo. Better to do it now than wait for imminent domain to take away your options one by one until you are cornered."
"If we are to be cornered, we would lead the fight now and take it to your streets. A riot of hundreds of mutants pushing back your 'saviors' dream by centuries. What then?"
"Then I am under orders to challenge you to trial by combat and 'when' I win I 'make' them register... The only difference is that you are no longer in charge."
He had heard it all before, he heard it yesterday, he'll hear it tomorrow. As it was he stood across the way from a sewer full of hideously deformed mutants, none passable by any standard and almost none of them with anything resembling real power, The Morloks.
Their leader was a woman by the name of Naga And she matched her namesake. Standing on a steel catwalk thirty feet above the swirling waters of a Manhattan drainage outlet he faced off against her with an electronic clipboard in right hand as his left rested upon the handle of his sheathed ninja-to in a reverse grip. Mentally he superimposed the sewer with a training dojo, a mental exercise to force light telepathy to see what he wanted them to see by using his imagination. It also kept his terrifying fear of heights in check. The son of the great acrobat, the first time he tried to teleport ten years ago was by forcing himself into a position his mutant power would activate to save his life, it broke his back instead.
"Look, you're all mutants, register, I'm a mutant, I registered. If you register, Shield can get you placed in-"
"Concentration camps!"
"Listen b!tch, My grandfather was in those camps, and this isn't like that at all. You want hell on earth? I've see int! They don't march down here and give you a fight to the death, they flood this place, they flood this whole island to sea level then flash freeze it with a cryo-bomb! Those that don't drown die of suffocation and hypothermia as the air runs out.... That is your future if you don't sign."
Nagas hands came to rest on her swords as he shouted back, her slit eyes tried to read the solid black orbs for signs of betrayal, having to trust the facial structure instead. She released the swords as he continued to talk, impassively crossing her four arms before speaking in a softer tone, concern in her voice now.
"You have seen it, haven't you? A psychic vision?"
"Something like that. Right now their are options, apartments, farms, places where you aren't part of the petting zoo. Better to do it now than wait for imminent domain to take away your options one by one until you are cornered."
"If we are to be cornered, we would lead the fight now and take it to your streets. A riot of hundreds of mutants pushing back your 'saviors' dream by centuries. What then?"
"Then I am under orders to challenge you to trial by combat and 'when' I win I 'make' them register... The only difference is that you are no longer in charge."