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What kind of ship is this supposed to be? This looks sci-fi even by Beast's standards. Someone going to clue me in on what's going on?

Seriously. I have things I need to be doing and I'm not sticking around to make nice with whatever asshole shoved me in that tiny crate. I'm not laughing. Not even a little.

Magneto? Mystique? Are you on this channel? I could really use some directions right about now.

Come on. Azazeal? Someone answer. This place is giving me the creeps.

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So. I have a 'communicator' out of a science fiction novel, I woke up in a metal pod, and now there are spies watching what I say? Yeah. No.

This isn't some freaky science fiction nerd's nightmarish wet dream at all. It is definitely reality.

And you still didn't answer my question. Or was that the 'CIA spies are out to get us' code for why don't you go meet some random stranger who knows your name, on some metal space ship you've never seen before.

I could know far more about you than I do, Havok, but I'm refraining out of tact.

And I am not, precisely, a random stranger.

[Slowly, she raises her fingers to her temple.]

My name is Jocelyn Xavier.

[There's an instant thread of something similar to a mental recoil at the unfamiliar voice in his head. He had never liked it when Charles did it, and he really wasn't a fan of a strang-

His thought process got sidetracked along the way, Alex staring at the communicator with something bordering between disbelief and confusion. Xavier? No, he definitely heard that right. She said - thought- whatever- Xavier at him.

It should have sent his mind spinning immediately to a conclusion that Xavier had finally given in and was using Emma's style of mental manipulation to make him think all of this was real. But he didn't think Xavier would do something like that. Not to him. And even if he would, surely it would never be something this elaborate and confusing.]

Okay. I'm uh.. I'm listening, I guess.

[Jocelyn smiles, pulling back mentally.]

Thank you. I'm sorry for that, but I didn't think you'd believe me, otherwise.

I suppose the Xavier you know is named Charles? He's here as well, but he may not be quite the same man you know. [Two of him, in fact, but she'll work up to that one.]

Yeah. That's him.

[Not that Alex wanted to see him. He still had a lot of guilt hanging around from after they found out he'd been paralyzed when they left him on that beach. Mystique had locked herself in her room for a week. Alex had buried himself in training and tried to remind himself that when the war was over, the other mutants would realize that this was what had to be done.

There were other options, there always were. But this one was the one that needed to be taken. By people like Magneto and himself, people who could take the actions necessary to make sure that mutants were free, and stayed that way.]

What about Magneto? Is he here?

[That gives her pause, brow furrowing slightly.]

Erik is here. I haven't heard him use that name.

[There's a moment's hesitation and then-]

You've seen Professor Xavier, right? Is he- Did he seem okay?

...Physically speaking, he's perfectly fine. [That accounts for both of them, as far as she knows.]

[That could mean anything, but he's not going to press the question right now. It's weird enough here as it is. What is going on.]

So... what. Someone scooped us all up onto a ship and crashed us onto another planet?

It seems so. I wish I could tell you how, or why. For the most part, we've simply focused on surviving. [Her gaze falters, straying downwards before it meets his again.]

We didn't crash in a time of peace, I'm afraid.

There's no such thing as a time of peace.

[Those words are too automatic to be his own, but they're out and he keeps going.]

Survival I can understand. I get that. [He was used to that. It was always survival these days. Whether it was as a person, or as a race.]

[A wry smile tugs at her lips. Yes, he's definitely a Lehnsherr protégé.]

You should do just fine, then. If you're cautious.

It wouldn't hurt to be open to cooperation.

So I'm guessing we have no idea who kidnapped us either.

[And there's that word. The one he had bee avoiding. The word that haunted him like few others did. Kidnapped. Someone beyond his control had snatched him up and stolen him for reasons unknown to a location, also unknown, full of strange, confusing and impossible things. And he could feel the excess energy licking through his suit and coiling at the flash of childhood memories that single word blazed into him.]

I have never been against cooperation. [Even when Erik had explained why cooperation would never work. How there would always be liars and those waiting to abuse whatever they got. Once you gave a foot, you would have to give a mile. It was too hard to regain lost ground. He shut the inner monologue off. This wasn't home. This might not even be about humans versus mutants. It was about surviving a supposedly alien planet at war.]

No. [Her response is soft, concern barely concealed in her features. She can see the way he tenses. It's tempting to to reach out with her mind and sooth his, to offer some security, tranquillity - but she doesn't.]

I'm glad to hear that. [Quicksilver certainly is, and Todd seems wary of the concept.] I've found are fellows to be quite capable.

[At this point, it's hard to know if Alex would welcome the comfort or recoil and close off from it. He never was fond of Charles in his head. He had a feeling the Professor knew it, too. The way he avoided ever doing so. Even when it meant Alex had closed himself off from the rest of the team and withdrawn into his guilt. Charles had said all the wrong things, but Alex knew it meant the telepath was not taking away his control by poking around in his mind.]

We're all after the same goal, as far as I can tell. I don't think anyone wants to die. There's no reason not to cooperate in that, as long as no one tries to keep me from doing what I have to do to accomplish that.

[There was confidence and determination in his words, shoving down the memories that had recoiled and bubbled up to the surface and grasping onto everything Erik had taught him. Everything Charles had taught him as well.]

How bad are we talking?

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[She nods, smiling slightly. He's young, but he's clearly sensible, and she has no doubt that Erik trained him well.

The smile fades as she answers his question.]

Verdana is a world divided. Many of its people are cloistered inside a great dome, very near impenetrable. Most of the other inhabitants live in the Old City, the settlement nearest to the ship.

The Outer Authorities are the Dome's enforcers, and the City's oppressors. From what I've gathered, they don't want the rest of the world to make very much progress.

They aren't thrilled with our presence here, and - [She cuts herself off, expression darkening.]

They attacked, recently. There were eighty casualties, at last count.

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