A Sinister Land…Pt. 4

The X-Wing flew over the Mediterranean zooming its way towards the Tunisian base of the X-Men Gold team. Xavier’s lot had a great deal to tell Storm and the others. Only a few hours ago he had come across two people who claimed to be refugees from other dimensions. One of them looked exactly like Mr. Majestic of Factor X. If not for this telepathy Two-Face might have slain the man on the spot.

“I know that you two speak the truth, but I’m still shocked about it. To think that there are other worlds out there where the oppression of Sinister doesn’t reign…it’s baffling,” Xavier sighed as he guided the plane to its destination. Maybe there was some way he could send all the innocents of this world to another one where they would be safe until the reign of Sinister was over with. Why would these two allow themselves to be locked into servitude where they had to come to worlds such as his?

“Does Sinister even exist on the worlds you come from?” the short redhead, Jean Grey, asked. She was just as curious as her mentor, Xavier. He had found her in the depths of a destroyed Philadelphia. He had to do battle with Mr. Freeze for her life and it had cost Xavier his arm. Grey was eternally grateful to the man and she could clearly see that the cogs of his brains were going at full steam. She knew Xavier like the back of his hand and when he started to think too hard he lost focus on everything else. The only thing that overrode his curiosity was his need to eavesdrop.

“Sinister doesn’t exist on my world. No one I have met here thus far has a counterpart on the world I’m from except for the alternate of myself,” Mr. Majestic said.

“I’m not particularly fond of him,” Senyaka, the sword-wielding member of the team, groaned underneath his cloaked face.

“Nor am I,” Mr. Majestic said as he looked out of the X-Wing’s window. Something gave him butterflies in his stomach. As if he was heading towards something familiar.

“So your Xavier can walk huh?” Bluestreak asked as she waited outside of the X-Men’s base with Blink, Storm, Cortez and Mistress Strange.

“Yes of course. Why do you ask?” Storm replied.

“Well, for most of us Xavier is a cripple on our worlds,” Bluestreak explained.

“Speak for yourself. He was a dark sorcerer of great power in mines,” Mistress Strange commented with a blank stare that spoke of deep thoughts.

Bluestreak wished she could break through to what was at the core of the woman. Something was there that terrified the hell out of Mistress Strange and she was trying to carry a regal air to disguise it. She never got to know the Storm of her world because she had died of the Sinister Outbreak. Her father had definitely seemed to be impressed by the woman from his stories though.

“The aircraft is coming. I suggest we make their landing a bit safer,” Blink said giving a wink to Mistress Strange.

Closing her eyes the Sorceress Supreme began to chant incoherently and concrete rose up from the ground to give the plane sufficient space to land. From what Storm had told them landing aircraft was a supremely hard task in these parts simply because Sinister had wrecked most forms of transportation to ensure that his terrasect portals would be the supreme standard of the land.

The landing of the aircraft was a smooth one and as the passengers made their way towards the Exiles and X-Men a certain item caught the attention of Clarice Ferguson.

“How the hell did you get a Tallus?” Blink asked shocked at the sight of the item attached to the caped man’s wrist. Could it be possible that Timebroker had other teams out there doing what she had been doing for years? The idea was a staggering one for the pink skinned teleporter.

“I’m guessing you’re not part of Weapon X then,” Mr. Majestic replied as he examined the group of people before him. It was actually quite easy to tell the natives from the out of towners. The natives all had an eternally tired look across thief faces. As if their whole lives were a funeral.

“Weapon Who?” Bluestreak asked her face contorting into an expression of confusion. Wild Thing had told her about a Weapon X project once, but she seriously doubted that this guy was referring to the same thing.

“Another team of Timebroker. Thus far you’re the third team of his that we’ve encountered,” Mr. Majestic explained seeing that the two young women found the idea of what he was suggesting implausible. A smile of amusement crossed his face.

Lady Death nudged Mr. Majestic in the ribs seeing that he was enjoying his conversation with the two women a bi too much. Her hormonal leader hadn’t been with a woman since the Titans were on the world ruled by the demon goddess Maitresse. Majestic had seduced and used the Black Canary of that world to achieve the Tallus’ goal. Ever since then her leader had been feening to get his hands on another young morsel. Unfortunately for him, Lady Death was going to keep him in check.

“I think we should talk about this all more in-depth inside,” Xavier suggested having sensed Lady Death’s annoyance.

“Yes I agree with Xavier. We should retreat to more accommodating settings,” Mistress Strange suggested having to fight back the instinct to lash out at the bald man. The presence of the woman with the other Tallus holder disrupted her as well. The woman’s power was entirely mystical in nature and something about it felt primal. If she could get a chance she would pull this woman to the side and speak with her about her power.

“If you’re curious about something why don’t you just ask?” Storm said briefly before making her way ahead of Mistress Strange and addressing Xavier. Seeing the two of them speak was eerie for the Sorceress Supreme. Xavier had been her greatest foe and then some on her world. Here the two acted as if they were the best of friends.

Mesmero opened the entrance to the base and passed a stern look over everyone outside, “Come in quickly! Something terrible has occurred in Moscow! The JLA has been totally decimated from early reports.”

Xavier and Storm exchanged worried glances. The JLA had been one of the strongest defenses against the advance of Sinister. Only a short time ago Deathstroke had defeated the Avengers. It seemed as if they resistance to Sinister was falling apart.

“We were there in Moscow. We were there,” Cannonball said as he carried She-Hulk and Hippolyta on his shoulders. Behind him was Marcus Pezzini and Darkness. The five battered and bruised warriors looked like they had just fought a Roman Legion. The exhaustion was evident in all of them, especially the two that were barely holding on to consciousness.

6 Hours Later….

“So we all got separate missions? Ahh this just keeps getting better and better,” Blink laughed weakly.

“Well, I think we can all help each other out in the others mission. That way we can get off this shithole world and move on to the next one. No offense Xavier,” Lady Death said.

“None taken my friend, but killing Sinister is going to be quite the task. Not to mention rescuing someone from the Nucleus and destroying it.”

“If we help them Xavier maybe they can do it,” Jean Grey commented.

“I agree with Jean on this. We can help,” Magma added.

“I think the spirits demand we help,” Xorn said.

“Fine! We’ll help them. That’s settled. Where first tho?” Xavier asked.

“Lets hit the Nucleus, free this Darkstar, and then take the fight to Sinister,” Mr. Majestic said.

“Yea I agree. Darkstar would be of great help in a fight. At least if she’s anything like the Darkstar of my world,” Cannonball proclaimed.

“Well then why are we sitting around here for? Lets get to work!” Blink exclaimed.