Date: Thu, 23 Jul 2009 19:58:48 -0400
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: xmen tales-14 / mansion siege

Disclaimer:
X-Men Tales: is loosely based on the X-Men- Evolution t.v. cartoon series,
as well as the comicbook produced by Marvel Comics.
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The X-Men are mutants, unfortunate people born with an X-gene that gives
them extraordinary powers and abilities which makes them outcasts to those
considered "normal" in the world.
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X-Men cast:
(Teachers) Professor-X, Angel, Banshee, Beast, Bishop, Forge, Polaris,
Storm, and Wolverine, Dr Mora MacTaggert,

(Students) Cannonball-17, Cyclops-17, Colossus-18, Gambit-17, Iceman-16,
Multiple boy-13, Nightcrawler-16, Northstar-17, Spike-15, Sunspot-16,
Thunderbird-18 / Amanda-16, Jubilee-13, Karma-16, Magma-15, Premonition
(Jean Grey)-17, Rogue-16, Shadowcat-14, Spirit-17, Syran-16, Wolvesbane-15
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SENTINELS: government sponsored robots created to capture dangerous mutant.

The Black Panther: once an African prince, now the ruler of a nation as
King of Wakanda, as well as the first black member of The Mighty Avengers.
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X-Men Tales: -pt14
	Title: Mansion Siege

Salam Center, NY
Xavier's School For
Gifted Youngsters

	The skies grow dark and cloudy as the X-Man Strom soared high in
over the Xavier Institute. Her companions (Beast and Wolverine) rode
alongside her, coasting on the wind shears she created to give them flight.
	They return from a disturbing mission in the Manhattan sewers,
battling a group of renegade mutants calling themselves Morlocks, after
kidnapping one of the X-Men's original members, (Angel)
[chaps-11-13]. Angel was in need of serious medical attention in the
Mansion's med-lads located deep beneath the mansion in the lower
sub-levels, after being accosted by the Morlock's leader Callisto. Polaris
carried the injured Angel gently, using her powers over magnesium to help
keep him a lift. As they approached the Mansion, Storm began to get
concerned that they had not been able to mentally contact Professor Xavier
since leaving the sewers nearly an hour ago. With the Mansion now in view,
she began to descend, lowering herself as well as her two male companions.

"Goddess...!" gasped Storm, taking in the school grounds. "The school looks
like a battle zone! What on earth has happened here...?!"

"Drop us down anywhere, Ororo..." suggested Beast, wanting a closer look
from ground level.
	On the ground, the school's automated defense systems
activated. Laser cannons spring up from hiding places underneath grassy
mounds and shrubbery, aimed at the descending targets. "uh..., Ororo...!"
called Beast, eye balling the first cannon as a long laser beam shot in
their direction.

	Storm suddenly dropped the winds floating her companions as they
fall to the ground like sacks of cement, out of the beam's path. Both Beast
and Wolverine hit the ground on their feet as Storm used a stray lightning
bolt from her own hand to hit and explode the first cannon.
	On the ground Beast and Wolverine maneuver through an obstacle
course of defenses, knocking out automated guns and explosive disks
designed for the unexpected trespasser. "Why are the school's defenses
turned on...?" asked Storm, gliding down to a soft landing beside her
friends.

"Beats me..., but could it have anything to do with why we weren't about to
contact the Professor...?" surmised Beast.

"Check THIS out!" said Wolverine, spotting a body lying on the school
grounds.

"One of the students...?" asked Storm, frightened that one of the children
may have gotten hurt by the school's weapons.

"No..." answered Wolverine, turning the body over. "...it's not even
human!" he added, noticing the empty ear holes and vacant facial
expression.

"A robot...?" asked Storm, looking over Wolverine's shoulder. "What's a
robot doing on the school's grounds...?"

"Not just ANY robot...!" said Wolverine, taking a sniff. "...call it a GUT
feeling, but I believe this is the same robot responsible for Robbie's and
Kurt's abductions awhile back!"

"You think it attacked the school while we were out looking for Warren?"
asked Beast, couching beside Wolverine.

"More than think so, fur ball..., KNOW so!" answered Wolverine, pointing
towards another fallen robot a few feet away.

"The students...!!" gasped Storm, running towards the house on foot.
	Beast and Wolverine beat her through the broken front
entrance. They found Professor Xavier's empty wheelchair lying vacant on
its side. As Storm came running in, Beast came back downstairs from the
second floor, jumping over the balcony.

"No one's upstairs!" he announced, reporting the house empty.

"During emergencies we've instructed the children to hide underground in
the lower levels...!" reminded Storm, heading for the hidden
exits. "...perhaps they've all made down there safely...?" she hoped,
punching in the key codes.
	The elevator to the lower levels began to ascend. The doors opened
just as Bishop and Forge exited, holding their guns defensively.

"Bishop...!" called Storm, happy to see him.

"Ororo...!" called the muscled black man, dropping his gun by his waist
side as he took the weather witch in his arms.
	Forge rolled his eyes as he too exited the elevator with his
weapon, watching the two African Americans kiss like lovers.

"Sheesh, get a room, why don't you...?" he muttered to himself as Polaris
came in through the mansion's entrance, carrying Angel.

"Can we get some help...?" she asked, holding him up in her arms.

Med-lab #1

"Warren is going to be okay..., he was apparently given some sort of
sedative to keep him dazed and looped, but he should return to normal as
soon as it burns from his system!" said doc Mora Mactaggert, the school's
resident physician. "And what about YOU, Storm..., do you need tending...?"

"I'm fine, doctor..." said Storm, getting patched up by Bishop [from wounds
she sustained during her hand to hand battle with the Morlocks' leader
Callisto, (last chap)] whom had plenty of experience patching fallen
victims in his XSL unit. "...I appear to be in good hands!" she smiled,
causing Bishop to blush.

"What exactly happened here...?" asked Polaris, once they found the
majority of the student body safe and sound in bunkers beneath the school.

"Ask Bishop, here..." said Forge, holding his laser rifle over his
shoulder. "...HE seems to know our attackers by name!"

"Bishop...?" asked Storm, confused.
	Bishop stopped attending to her wounds as he thought back to his
time zone (Bishop is from a possible future where mutants are hunted by the
government)...

"Legend has it that the X-Men failed in their long time devotion to make
mankind accept mutants, after a well known politician by the name Senator
Kelley was assassinated by a mutant! More and more people began to fear and
attack us! The X-Men, as well as other super powered groups such as the
Avengers and the Fantastic Four were all branded outlaws, and hunted down
by the military! Groups like Magneto and his Evil Mutant fought back,
making matters even worse! The government deployed a series of robots, what
they called The Sentinels, to locate and exterminate each and every mutant
they could find! It took years..., decades even, but eventually they nearly
wiped out every mutant in existence! A small pocket of resistance fighters
led by two of the original X-Men went underground, organizing attacks to
try to destroy the factories building the Sentinels! I was only a kid when
I first joined the resistance, but I quickly learned how to fight and
survive!"

"Who were the two X-Men who led the resistance...?" asked Beast, curiously.
	Bishop looked around the room, his pupiless eyes focusing in on one
face...

"Wolverine was one..." said the time-traveler, fondly. "You were older, of
course, but no less fierce and feisty as you are now!" smiled Bishop. "And
the other was..." he paused, lowering his head as if in mournful
memory. "...Storm!"

"Me...?" asked Storm, as Dr MacTaggert finished off her bandages. "...but I
thought you said that I was died in your time line...?" [chap-10].

"I lied..." admitted Bishop. "...I didn't want you to know the truth..."

"What truth...?" asked Storm, intrigued.

"That I watched you die in my arms...!" said Bishop, trying to hold back
his emotions. "...shot down by the man who betrayed us..." he added, the
whites of his eyes focusing in on... "Forge!"

"Hold it, now...!" defended Forge, backing up. "...I haven't betrayed
anyone...!"

"Not yet..." said Bishop, balling his fists in anger. "But it was YOUR
designs that the government used to make the Sentinels! It was YOUR brain
child!"

"Wait a second..." said Wolverine, thinking back. "...didn ya work for tha
government briefly, after ya graduated from tha Institute...?"

"Yeah..., but that was a long time ago...!" defended Forge.

"Did you work on any projects designed against mutants...?" questioned
Beast, suspiciously.

"Hold on now..., I KNOW you guys aren't giving this...this, --time jumper,
credibility...?!!"

"Answer the question, Forge!" demanded Storm.
	Forge thought back, his eyes fluttering as he recalled some of the
many projects he worked on during his time working for the government...

"Yeah..., I worked on government projects about mutants..., but who
hasn't...?" he responded. "Mutant affairs were a big concern to the White
House...!"

"Oh Forge...?" signed dr MacTaggert disappointed.

"Hey..., MY designs were created to combat EVIL mutants like Magneto and
the Hell's Fire Club, not to attack the X-Men and innocent mutants!"
defended Forge.

"You can't be that naive to b'lieve tha government ain't gonna see us ALL
as tha same threat to be exterminated, can ya, bub?" asked Wolverine,
sarcastically.

"That's not fair, Logan..., how was I to know...?"

"Xavier's been teaching us that this could happen for years...! How could
you NOT know...?" questioned Beast, angrily. "Oh well, what's done is
done..., we need to find a way to find what out happened to the others...!"

"Bishop..." called Storm, still intrigued by his story. "...in your
time-line..., were we lovers, as we are now...?" she asked, curiously.
	Bishop looked at her, drinking in her younger beauty...

"No..., you always said I was too young for you..." admitted Bishop.

"How old are you...?" asked Forge.

"17!" answered the muscular black man.

"17...??!" choked Forge. "You mean now...??"

"Yes." answered Bishop.

"Oh dear..." gasped Beast astonished, knowing the consequences.

"My my my..." laughed Forge, getting a hardy kick out of Storm's shocked
facial expression, "...all this time you two have been doing the nasty
mambo bump n grind..., you never thought to ask the boy his age...?" cried
the older man, hysterically.

"My age has nothing to do with my maturity..." stated Bishop,
hastily. "...just as yours doesn't!"
	Forge silenced his laughter after realizing no one else was joining
in. "Storm..., Ororo..." called Bishop, reaching out to her..., "...we need
to talk...!"

"Bishop, don't..., please..." rejected Storm, suddenly ashamed of their
love affair.

"I'm still the same person I was a 10 minutes ago...!" reminded Bishop.

"That still doesn't excuse your age..." said Storm. "Bishop..., you're just
a child to me!"

"Was I a child when we made love in the air...?" asked Bishop, bringing
more shame to Ororo. "Or in your attic...? Or in the gazebo...? Or at the
lake...? Or in the..."

"I get it!" shouted Storm. "I need to think!" she added, walking out of the
room.

"Women...!" smirked Forge, getting a cold look from Bishop.

"Okay people, the show's over! Time to get back to business!" intervened
Beast. "Forge..., we need to know everything you can remember about your
secret government projects against mutants! And Bishop..., we need to know
everything you could possibly tell us about those Sentinels! Their powers,
their weaknesses, anything that comes to mind! I am going to use every
influence I have as an Avenger to find out where the government might hold
these robots, and the captives they have captured!"

Sometime later THE WAR ROOM...

	Scott Summers walked down the lone corridor after checking in on
some of the more shaken students in the private bunkers in the Mansion's
underground tunnels. Many of the students were young adolescents, whom
hadn't really begun to hone their powers. They needed reassurance that the
Sentinel monsters weren't coming back to get them. Scott had to promise
them that the X-Men would protest them, that they wouldn't let anything
harm them. He wandered the corridors in deep thought, with one thing
heaving heavily on his mind. As he walked by the War Room, he found Logan
[Wolverine] sitting behind the console, testing the school's automatic
weapons in case of another attack.

	He walked into the dimly lit high tech room without saying a word,
wanting to just watch Logan at work. His eyes [hidden behind his special
ruby quartz glasses] roamed over Logan's broad back and wide muscled
shoulders as the older man studied the computer consoles before him.
	Logan didn't need to see Scott to know he was there. He heard the
boy walking up the corridor long before he reached the door. He smelt him
before he entered.

"Ya juss gonna stand there, or ya got sumpthin' to say, bub...?" asked the
manimal, turning around in his swivel chair.

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised you knew I was here..., given your
heightened animal like senses...!" said Scott, walking into the small
room. He looked around at all the monitors. "How good are our chances at
finding the Professor and the others alive...?" he asked
suddenly. Wolverine started to see Scott in a different light, not as a
teenaged boy, but as a young man with a great deal of responsibility.

"Pretty damn good, if I have anythin' to say bout it!" said Logan, chewing
on an unlit cigar.
	Scott stepped further into the room...

"Bishop said the uh..., the Sentinels, were programmed to kill mutants..."

"That was in HIS timeline, not ours! There's still a good chance everyone
is still alive!" assured Logan. "Mutants haven't been declared a world
threat yet..., Senator Kelley's still alive...!"

"How can you be so sure...?" asked Scott.

"Call it a gut feelin' kid! If the others were dead, I'd've sensed it...!"
assured Wolvie.

"Thanks, Logan..." said Scott, touching his teacher on the shoulder.
	Logan felt the electricity between them, even though he was trying
to deny it. Like Storm, he found himself involved with an underage student,
one Professor Xavier would not approve of. But While Logan did his best to
ignore his primal urges, Scott Summers was a horny teen whom had no such
conflicts. He lusted after the older man, and that was that. His innocent
show of affection quickly started to grow into something more as he moved
in closer and inched his hand down into the chest of Logan's tattered
uniform.

"Scott..." said Logan, wanting to put a stop to it before it
started. "...we should'n..."

"Why not...?" asked Scott, straddling Logan's legs as he sat across his
thighs face to face.

"I'm a teacher, you're a student..." protested Logan, weakly.

"So..., teach me...!" challenged Scott, removing Logan's cigar to
kiss. Logan accepted the kiss, allowing Scott's tongue to venture into his
mouth.

	The two mutant men kissed and suckled each other's tongues with
growing passion. Logan's large hands reached for Scott's compact ass,
grabbing two hefty handfuls as they sucked tongues and moaned into each
other's mouths lustfully.
	Scott could feel Logan's hard cock through his spandex uniform. He
reached down and began massaging it, making Wolvie moan in his mouth. As
Logan reached into Scott's pants to finger his anal pucker, Scott reached
into Logan's uniform and freed his uncut erection.

"You trynna make me fall in love kid...?" growled Logan, loving how Scott's
soft hands felt on his rough cock.

"If you think you can handle it...!" sassed Scott, half serious.

"You'd be surprised whut I can handle, kid!" said Logan, swiftly.

"Like I said..., teach me everything..." whispered Scott, slipping his
tongue back into the older man's mouth.
	Wolverine groaned erotically as he gave into his lust and ripped
open the back of Scott's pants with his bare hands. Scott felt Logan's bare
hands cupping his exposed bottom as he straddled the older mutant's
lap. Logan kneaded the ass firmly, pulling the tight cheeks apart to expose
the pinkish/red rosebud hidden between the near hairless crack. He
positioned Scott's ass above his cock, the head nestling against the teen's
sweet bunghole. Scott continued to suck Logan's tongue, breathing hard
through his nose as Logan pressed his pre-cum leaking cock head up into
Scott's bud. Scott groaned into Logan's mouth as he was descended down on
the cock.

"UHH, Logan..." he whimpered as the fat cock penetrated him.

"Just relax, babee..., let it in ya..." whispered Logan, caressing the back
of Scott's neck as he stared up into the boy's face.
	Scott relaxed his anal muscles, then moaned aloud as Wolverine's
cock slowly sank into him, stretching his boy hole wide.

"oooohhhhh godddd...!!" he moaned, his buttock nestling in Logan's lap.

"It hurt...?" asked the older man, concerned.

"Yeah..., but it hurts good, cause it's YOU...!" said Scott, making
Wolive's cock throb in his ass.

	Wolverine started to slowly rise and lower Scott in his lap,
impelling the boy on cock. Scott threw his head back as he closed his eyes
and concentrated on relaxing his straining hole. Each time he took
Wolverine's cock was easier than the last, he yearned for the day when he
could accommodate his teacher with no pain at all.

	Logan kept a close eye on Scott, not wanting to hurt or damage the
boy as he slowly rode his cock. Wolverine watched [leaning back in his
swivel chair] as Scott started to bounce, impelling himself now. Scott
groaned softly as he slid his ass up and down the girth of Logan's thick
manhood. Scott's own cock was hard against Logan's rippled abs, having
popped free from under the torn material of his shredded pants.
	Wolverine reached down and covered the 7" hardon with his hand,
stroking the lad off gently in his rough callused hand. Scott squirmed on
Wolverine's cock as his own cock was roughly manipulated. He bit his lower
lip as he rode Logan's cock, sliding his hole up and down the thick shaft
faster.

"Yur doin' good, kid..., take it deeper if ya can...!" encouraged Logan,
wanting his entire cock in the teenager's ass.

"OOOHHH...!!" moaned Scott as he sank down further. He ground his ass
around in Logan's lap, churning the manimal cock around in his gut before
resuming his steady bounce.

"Datz it babee..., work dat pussy...! Give it to me! Make it sing on yur
man's cock...!" whispered Logan, hoarsely.

"My man...?" asked Scott, looking down into Wolverine's eyes.

"So long as ya want this cock buried in yur gut, I'm yur man!" stated
Logan, making Scott whimper weakly as he began to fuck himself harder. He
leaned forward to kiss his instructor again, this time heated by the rising
passion of Wolverine's cock sliding in and out of his relaxing hole.
	Wolverine grabbed Scott about the thighs, then picked him up in his
hands as he stood upright on his own two feet. Scott wrapped his arms
around Logan's neck, kissing him desperately as Wolverine turned him around
and slowly lowered him back down into the swivel chair he had been sitting
in. Scott allowed Wolverine to raise his legs into the air, pulling his ass
down to the chair's edge of the chair as he continued fucking in and out of
his ass. In this position Wolverine had more leverage, allowing him the
freedom to fuck Scott as hard and deep as he wanted.

"Fuck me, Logan..., give it to me...! I can take it!" whispered Scott
breathlessly, as he prepared himself to be plowed.

"You shure...?" asked Logan, knowing how wild he could get.

"I think so..., I want to be there for you when you need me!" said Scott, a
hint of uncertainty in his voice. Logan loved the idea that the boy wanted
to be good pussy for him, to let him cut loose and go wild, but Wolverine
knew the boy had no idea what he was asking, for if Wolvie was to allow
himself to let go, he could surely cause Scott more harm than good.
	To show his appreciation, Wolverine grabbed Scott by the ankles,
then started to fuck long hard strokes into his vulnerable ass, giving
Scott the illusion that he was getting all the maninmal had to offer.

	Scott's cock leaked a steady stream of pre-com into his navel as
his stomach folded in half at the bend of his body. He could see Logan's
wrist thick cock sliding in and out of him, pulling the inner lining of his
tender boy pussy outward with each withdrawal before fucking deeply back up
into him. Scott couldn't help grabbing his erection and stroking it as
Wolverine's cock beat a path into his intestines. It didn't take but a
dozen strokes before his cock suddenly spurt 5 full streaks of hot boy
cream onto his face. Scott's mouth opened instinctively as his own cum load
shot directly into his mouth. He tasted his own cum as the last of his load
emptied out onto his chest and stomach.
	Wolvie saw Scott cream his own face and taste his own load. His
cock jumped inside the boy's straining boy hole as soon as he saw the cum
splatter Scott's face, coating his mouth, nose, cheeks. And ruby quartz
glasses in gobs of his youthful sperm.

	Logan fucked Scott a little harder, driving his cock through the
flexing man cunt. Scott gasped and grunted with each inward thrust, his ass
suffering the slings of his premature ejaculation. Wolverine came in him 10
minutes later with a howl as he picked Scott's ass up out of the chair by
his stiff thighs. Scott grabbed onto the computer console to keep his
balance as Logan continued to ram into him, his cock spitting thick gobs of
potent Canadian ball juice well deep in the teen's tortured innards before
his cock slowly started to wilt.
	Logan's strokes slowed to a stop as he caught his breath, panting
like an animal, as if he'd just run a hundred miles. He lowered Scott back
down into the chair, his now soft and satisfied penis falling limp from the
teenager's hole.

"Ya alright...?" asked the Canadian man, tussling Scott's hair. "Ya did
good, kid! Much betta!"

"Thanks...!" said Scott, taking a break as his sore asshole throbbed
painfully as it tried to regroup its former seal. "uh Logan...?"

"Yeh, kid...?" asked Wolverine, tucking his cock back into his tights.

"...could you stop calling me kid...?"
	Wolverine smiled...

"Shure thang, squirt!"


CONTROL ROOM


"Avenger's files don't show very much research on any government projects
named `Sentinels', Hank..." said African King T'Challa, aka the Black
Panther (an Avenger), as he spoke with Hank McCoy over a live link monitor.

"Thanks T'Challa..., I knew it was a long shot, but I figured I'd give
using the Avenger's computers to locate these Sentinels a try!"

"Hold on, Hank..." called T'Challa, spotting something Online. "...there
nothing listed under the name Sentinel..., but there's something listed
under `Sentential Prototype'..., it's a top secret robotic division headed
up by agent Gyrich!"

"That might be it..., send me that link and I'll cross reference it with
our computers here at the Mansion!" advised Beast.

"We'll do!" okayed T'Challa, sending the link. "Is everything okay? Has
something happened that the Avenger's might assist in...?" asked the
African King, concerned.

"I'm not sure yet, T'Challa..., the school was attacked by mutant hunting
robots! Some of the student body and staff were abducted..., including
Professor Xavier!"

"Tell me, Hank..., was a student named Evan taken...?" asked the Avenger,
suddenly sounding distressed.

"Evan Daniels...? Yes, he was!" answered Beast, wondering how T'Challa knew
of the student's identity? Suddenly the screen went dark as T'Challa cut
off communications, leaving Hank to wonder what that was about?


Med Lab #2


	Roberto DeCosta sat in bed, the Mansion's computer Automated
D.O.C. feeding him a steady stream of proteins and nutrients his body had
been deprived since becoming the captive of the Hell Fire Club's newest
member (Mountjoy) [chaps-4 throu 10].
	He wondered when Dr McTaggert would tell him her was well enough to
get back to his normal life? He was feeling better by now, surely he could
go back to school and resume some shred of a normal life?

"Roberto...?" called a familiar voice as Roberto sat up and peered about
the door's entrance, hoping it was his doctor giving him the okay to go.
	Roberto had mixed emotions when he saw not his doctor round the
corner, but classmates Peter Rasputin and John Proudstar [Colossus and
Thunderbird].

"Hey guys...!" he said, bucking up when he saw them.

"Not too loud..." warned Proudstar, one of the school's only two Native
American Indians. "...we snuck in to see you...!"

"Cool!" glee Roberto, happy to see some friendly faces.

"How are you feeling today, Roberto...?" asked Peter, the school's resident
Russian.

"Okay, I guess...! I'll be glad when I can get out of here and get back to
class! It's boring as all hell down here!" complained the teenager.

"Haven't you heard...?" asked Proudstar. "...the school was attacked by
robots! Some of the students AND Professor Xavier were captured! The X-Men
are trying to find them as we speak!"

"No...! Really...? No one tells me anything down here!" pouted Roberto.

"Has Dr McTaggert told you what is wrong with you...?" asked Peter.

"She said something about replenishing nutrients, or something..." said
Roberto, looking at the I.V.'s coming out of his arm.

"We got some nutrients for you right here...!" joked Proudstar, groping his
crotch.

"Now That's what I'm talking about!" glee Roberto, licking his lips
hungrily. "I haven't had any cock in ages! Bring em here!!"

"Are you well enough for sex...?" asked Peter, concerned.

"Who gives a fuck?" asked Roberto, ready to abandon his treatment for some
cock. "If I don't get some dick in me quick, I'm gonna die!"

"We can't have that, now can we...?" smiled Proudstar, pulling his uncut
erection from his pants...


WAR ROOM


	Wolverine and Scott Summers took the time to clean themselves up
after achieving two resounding orgasms together.

"Did you HAVE to rip my pants to shreds...?" asked Scott, smiling as he
held up the left overs of his tattered overalls, which were hardly able to
cover his naked bottom.

"Dat happens when ya hang wit tha big dawgs!" smiled Logan, grabbing his
crotch with a playful squeeze.
	Just then the alarms rang as the automated defense system kicked
in, alerting danger.

"What's that...??!" asked Scott, looking at the monitors as the sirens rang
in his ears.

"Someone's approachin' tha Mansion...!" explained Wolverine, adjusting the
camera angles to see a small ship beginning to land on the school
grounds. "Don't worry thou..., the school's defense systems'll blow dat
thing back from whereva it came...!"

"No, don't...!" yelled Beast, running into the room. Scott tried to hide
his nakedness by backing his exposed bottom back against a darkened corner
of the wall. "That's an Avenger's Quinn Jet..., it's my friend,
T'Challa...!"

"T'Challa...?" asked Wolverine, wondering why that name sounded familiar?

"The Black Panther!" explained Beast, looking Scott up and down curiously
before exiting the room.

	The Avenger's Quinn Jet landed on school ground without
incident. As the slick metal doors opened, the African born Black Panther
emerged, somersaulting through the air to a graceful landing on his feet as
members of the X-Men (Beast, Polaris, Storm, and Forge) came running from
the X-Men Mansion.
	Storm's eyes widened when she saw T'Challa emerge from the ship...

"Where is he...?" asked the Black Panther, ripping his black cat mask from
his head to reveal his true princely identity. "Where is Evan Daniels...?
Where is my son...??!!"


Written by
Eugene Marvin
NPhillydogg@aol.com
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