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May 2 2018, 11:29 AM
Oh, how the Brood loved Marvel Girl.

Her press conference, with zero proof to offer the general public other than some blurry images that could not be verified had been the very finest example of showing your hand. She thought she was outing the Brood, causing them trouble in some pitiful human manner but all she did was send them food, hosts, and give the Brood an opportunity to discredit and tarnish the mutants they had so far failed to collect.

The media attention had been a blessing, news vans and reporters flooding the small Nebraska town to interview the hayseed residence. They were the very picture of offended outrage. How dare some mutant from the big city defame their wholesome, simple town! Many a slack jawed hillbilly shook their fist at the X-Men on TV, a microphone shoved in their faces as they defended Broken Bow. Aliens? There weren’t no aliens in Broken Bow. Just hard working, blue blooded American citizens! No mutants, neither! None of them freaks! That was why Jean Grey was targeting their sleepy little hamlet. She was just hateful. Unkind. Clearly she was trying to use that brain-hooky on the TV to stir up trouble.

That’s what those mutants did, after all. Shit-stirrers. All of them.

Broken Bow’s mayor, Sherman Truly, had called a press conference of his own, to respond to Jean Grey’s audacious claims about his town. He was, of course, long infected. The faint scar on the back of his neck where the Queen had injected one of her embryos was all there was to hint that there was something under the skin of the mild mannered man that appeared on TV screens across the country.

He stood unimposing and upright on the steps of the town gazebo, a lush park spread around him. Children were visible in frame running around the playground and laughing. A strategically placed young couple was having a picnic. It was the perfectly manufactured small town scene and as Truly began his address it became obvious to anyone watching that Marvel Girl was out of her damn mind.

“Good afternoon, America.” Truly gave the camera a kind smile before his expression drooped flawlessly into one of wounded disappointment. “Last week my small town here in the heartland of this great country was thrust unfairly into the spotlight by the leader of the X-Men. Marvel Girl herself appeared before the press with wild accusations about extraterrestrial outposts here in Broken Bow.” Truly paused and made a show of gazing around him. “Here in Broken Bow we are simple, unassuming people who work hard and do no harm and this unwarranted attack from a member of a known mutant organization... It has cut us to the quick. We cannot begin to understand what would make a supposed hero like Marvel Girl target our small town.” Truly shook his head and when his eyes lifted to the camera a sad smile was on his lips.

“We would like to invite Marvel Girl and all of her X-Men here to Broken Bow so they can see for themselves that there is no nefarious alien force here and accept their public apology for defaming our fine town. It is only just that, having spoken so rudely about us at a national level, she apologizes in a similar fashion. If she accepts this magnanimous offer to repair the damage done by her cruel and baseless words, I will personally tour her and her X-Men around Broken Bow and show them just how welcoming and forgiving we can be.”

Truly’s challenge was wrapped in a polite sign off. “I await her call. Thank you all for your time.”


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Apr 30 2018, 07:08 PM
March 31st, 4:20 am
Washington D.C., Office of the Secretary of Defense:


Dell Rusk didn’t need anywhere near as much sleep to function as normal people.

Which was beneficial when reports of some strange creatures attacking upstate New York came in.

Knowing he was one of the few up, the Secretary of Defense lit a cigarette and considered his actions. The reports said that these creatures seemed to be powerful. Yet the casualties were lighter than he would suspect. Logic then dictates they are searching for intelligence or simply need raw genetic material, Rusk thought calmly.Or perhaps these beasts seek to stock their larder for later. In any case, he needed more information about these creatures. More data to determine how to respond.

For it was going to be him having to shape a policy as opposed to the President. For while the politician could give a good speech and inspire people, in a former life Rusk had always valued a more direct approach. But over time he had learned to temper it for long term goals.

Pulling a secure phone from a pocket with levels of encryption that even a cyberpath would find time consuming to pierce, Rusk waited for someone on the other end to answer. As the man on the other end picked up, Dell said “I have a mission for you and the Crew. Head to Salem Center. Remove evidence of a possible bioweapon, but collect samples for the good doctor to examine. I am sure he can provide a suitable means of disposal. And play it low key as I will have military forces on the perimeter.” Hanging up, he then contacted the President.

Having a solid plan in place made it sound better when waking the man up far before he wanted to. It was easier for Kelly to agree and go along with it, authorizing Rusk to send in National Guard forces and set a perimeter for a while.

And all the while, his own personal forces would be working to stage the scene. To remove the evidence.



March 31st, 4:41 am
Salem Center, New York:


Heavy boots landed outside of the transport, and a huge man covered head to toe in black tactical gear and covered with weapons surveyed the scene. His associates were decked out similarly, with a few differences due to specialized weapons. Which Brock always viewed as an effeminate affection, not being able to make due with standard weapons.

“Saxxon. Start to work on electronic recordings,” the large leader of the group said. “Manfredi. Take to the air.” At that, one of the men nodded and hit a button on a pack on his back, letting mechanical wings similar to a bat appear and lift him aloft. Looking at one of the nearby individuals, the huge man said “Levins. Keep an explosive or two ready in case any of these things are actually tough.” That man simply slipped one of several small round explosies at his waist into each hand, silently waiting to see if he needed to attack anyone.

Turning to the last member of this squad, Brock smiled and said “Cragg. Go door to door and have the inhabitants nap for a bit while we clean this up.” That smaller individual with an thick collar at his neck asked “Want me to keep them from talking in the future?”

The leader shook his head and said “No. Let them form some weird conspiracy theory if they want. We need to be in and out, so after we have a few samples I’m taking care of the rest.”

From a second helicopter more soldiers appeared, but they seemed to lack the same level of dangerous malice as the first group. Brood were loaded into tubes and placed in the helicopters, and when all were full the leader waited.

Cragg for his part simply went door to door, smiling as people opened it and using the device on his neck. His words became like commands from God, telling the people to simply nap or to not notice anything odd occurring for the next day. Once done, he hit a communicator and said “Everyone is covered. No eyes are on us.”

The leader then slipped out a vial, stepping up to a Brood and pouring out the contents. It was something that looked like a half melted form of Play Doh, green and oozing and maybe as big as a child’s hand.

But as it hit the Brood, it consumed and converted. Growing into a larger mass that then hovered and faced Brock. Nodding at the bodies,the commander said “Dispose of them and return home.” With that, the amorphous thing kept consuming the dead Brood, slipping in and among the people of Salem Center. The people wouldn’t be able to recall anything odd happening due to the efforts of the commands of one of these individuals.

Brock for his part then took a scan of one Brood, sending it along to his boss and the doc. He didn’t know what these things were, but knew they were some ugly sons of bitches. And he looked forward to trying his hand at killing a few if possible. Loading up with his crew, they then snuck out, with Brock sending a message to his boss to let him know the mission was done.




Washington DC, Office of Secretary of Defense:

Rusk looked at the image on his phone and started mentally dissecting the advantages and disadvantages of these creatures. Flight. Strength. Armor. But also a more limited dexterity and not very well designed for anything developed for a biped.

But even as he looked, his phone lit up with a familiar face. Smiling as he looked, Rusk said “Your thoughts Doctor?”

The image on the phone looked more like a computer generated face,and the mouth moved in time with the voice over the speaker. “Not of this Earth. The genetic sequence has markers not in common with any terrestrial DNA. And that is simply from the simple sample Brock transmitted.” There was a pause as the man in the phone said “There was no record of anything similar to this in history or science. But there was a new tomb found in Egypt with images of creatures similar to this. I am going to send one of my bodies to investigate with a team.”

Nodding, Rusk then said “But I trust you are also going to examine the bodies when they get in?”

Looking affronted, the voice on the phone said “Of course. I just prefer to get every information source I can if possible. I will keep you apprised of what is found and potential applications.”

Giving a curt nod, Rusk said “See that you do old friend. For from this position, there is no reason for us not to have all of the pieces in play. For when we do, we can shape this world into our own image.”
Apr 28 2018, 11:04 AM
Washington D.C.
The Oval Office

President Kelly sat behind the Resolute Desk a printed out briefing in his hands. One of those hard copy, for your eyes only, briefings that had been written on a computer without a modem and printed on a printer without internet connectivity. The days were long for the President of the United States and as events took place they only got longer and longer. He was only a few months into his administration and it already felt like an eternity. Today was one of those "what did I get myself into" days. Days that he cursed that meteor more than praised it.

"You seem perplexed Mr. President." The voice was that of the Secretary of Defense,Dell Rusk. After the Inauguration, where Dell had whisked the President off the stage and into the Limo, Dell's confirmation had went swiftly and smoothly. Achieving almost a unanimous vote. Though Dell did not concern himself with unanimous votes. Only with what was needed. "You should be celebrating. The MRA has passed the House and is off to the Senate." Dell seated himself on the couch that sat in front of the Seal of the President of the United States. The Eagle's head turned towards the Olive Branches signalling a time of peace instead of towards the arrows.

"Dell... The House was the easy part. The Senate will Fillibuster and a couple of the Senators have the same Constitutional reservations that I do." Kelly said as he sat down the report on the Camp David attack that Dell had brought in to him. The report detailing the assassination of the Genoshan contingent. The infiltration by a noted Cyberpath, and the mercilessly ripped to shreds soldiers. The report coming to the conclusion that the Brotherhood had assassinated the Genoshan and were behind the resistance on Genosha itself.

Dell could see the President teetered between yay and nay on the MRA depending on his mood. His own machinations precariously hung in the balance and depended solely on passing the Mutant Registration Act. "Visionary or reactionary." Dell simply said as he rose from that couch and crossed over to a table against the rounded wall. Picking up one of the crystal bottles, Dell poured out a couple glasses of scotch and sat it on that Resolute Desk. "FDR knew the threat the Japanese posed, and the Germans for that matter, yet he did nothing until he was forced to react." Dell seated himself in the chair next to the desk and sipped at that Scotch. "The FBI were aware of Timothy McVey and his Militia ties yet it took an explosion before they reacted to the threat."

Dell Rusk liked to be subtle with things. Gently nudge his quarry in the right direction. More overt means were seldom to dangerous to implement, while sometimes necessary. They, however, came with risk. Today he felt he did not need to take such a risk. President Kelly would think of Japanese Internment and the sudden stringent regulation of chemical used by farmers that had been used to make that explosive. "Do you want to be the President who reacted to the Brotherhood attacking another military base, or worse yet, a school." Dell said glancing over at President Kelly, sizing the man up and determining how hard he needed to push. "Or the visionary who put peaceful public safety measures into place in order to prevent lose of more life."

President Kelly took the glass and sipped at the scotch before turning to look at his Secretary of Defense. The man who had become one of his most trusted advisers. Unaware that Dell Rusk was playing to the Presidents vanity. "Breaking a fillibuster won't be easy and getting a majority will be just as difficult. This one shouldn't pass by a VP tie breaker." President Kelly said, turning back to the top secret file on his desk. "It'll lose legitimacy if the VP has to vote yea." He, of course, was correct. Dell knew this to be true. Dell also knew he did not need a super majority. He would not need to manipulate a situation where a Veto was overridden. He just simply needed a simple majority. Two or three votes more than needed. Easy enough is a town such as this, where everyone had their dirty little secrets. "You have staff that can worry about getting the votes. All you have to do is voice your support and begin working out the logistics in anticipation of it passing." Dell said with a bit of a grin as he glanced over top of his scotch glass. "I'm sure Bolivar Trask can help with that, and with the problems in that report." Luckily the sip of scotch hid the swarmy grin that threatened to cross Dell Rusk's face.
Apr 11 2018, 01:00 AM
Creep and crawl, fly, slink, slither. The Sleazoidsdescended on the school like a plague of locusts. They flew down in a looming cloud, swarmed over the walls, dug up from under the lawn, like so many hideous whack-a-moles. Shane had said the Brood would come by the month’s end and they were not about to make a liar out of him. A snack, perhaps, but not a liar. He didn’t need to be in one piece to be returned to their wonderous queen.

They were hideous to look upon, huge and dangerous. Long, skinny wings were similar to massive horse flies, all translucent and veiny and moving at speeds almost too fast to see. They appeared with their claws out, their fangs dripping with anticipation. They were the stuff of NIGHTMARES, their front legs could only be described as tentacles of raw muscle, curling and uncurling as they flew. Two sets of insectoid legs with far more joints than strictly necessary supported their weight when they were on the ground. Their exo and endo skeletons were incredibly durable and difficult to pierce. Most notable was the double tipped, stabbing tail that injected a paralytic in their victims. If they had been stupid, mindless monsters, perhaps they would not have been able to devour one species after another, conquer planet after planet.

The Brood were extremely intelligent and more than that, they were cruel. They didn’t just want to dominate. They wanted to cause pain. They weren’t just there to invade, they were there to torture. The only thing keeping them from just dropping down on Xavier’s and slowly, delightedly murdering all of those mutants was the fact that their exalted queen wanted every one of them alive. They would be brought before her, bowed down in her magnificent presence, and receive the highest honor. These lowly worms would have one of the queen’s embryos injected into their necks.

It would grow, rewrite the host DNA until the original body, the original mind was converted into Brood. Oh, the host would fight. It would struggle. But once the embryo took root, there was no help. No hope. There was only Brood.

The brood... They were delighted by their luck. They had been infecting and devouring the people of Broken Bow, Nebraska for weeks. Thick, aggressively stupid people with ungroomed bodies and a fascination with corn. Amelia Bradshaw had fallen into their lap by pure happenstance and through her, oh the amazing things that Slate could do. And Shane Adler was only one of a whole nest of this planet’s inhabitants with powers. There were dozens of them. Remarkable beings waiting to be harvested, to be turned to Brood.

Hopefully they would fight back. Breaking spirits was so deliciously fun.

The X-Men were ready. Or as ready as they could be given their information had come to them in the form of flashing lights from the future. They had not heard so much as a flicker from Kerr 27 since the night she’d warned Shane, Marvel Girl, and Serenade. They’d done what they could, packing up the kids and sending them out west. Forge had been hard at work updating the biometrics in the security system. It had been programmed to scream out and go into battle mode when an unidentifiable vertebral life form set foot on the grounds. When the Brood showed up, the school itself would fight back.

Sheer numbers, however, occupied the turrets and as the sirens sounded and what remained of Blue and Gold took up their combat positions. Security instantly had its hands full as massive monsters covered the mansion in layers. They tore into the building like it was little more than stale bread, flinging debris in every direction.

“Shane.” Amelia Bradshaw stood on the front lawn while Brood began to systematically disassemble the school. “Come out and play Shane. We promise not to hurt your friends if you’re a good little boy.”


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Apr 10 2018, 11:06 PM
Colorado Rocky Mountains, West of Vail


The New Mutants and Alphas had been sent away.

The X-Men didn’t try lying to them or stuffing them into the danger room this time. It wouldn’t have worked anyway after four of them came face to face with Amelia. If the kids stayed, they would undoubtedly end up mixed up in a fight the X-Men barely had adequate intel on so they were packed up, put on a jet, and delivered unharmed to a secluded part of Colorado’s Rocky Mountains. Angel had a private chateau tucked into a rockface, what he had called a cabin, most others would refer to as a small palace.

The west wall was floor to ceiling windows that gave a spectacular view of the horizon and when the sun sank it washed the elegant and understated home in pinks and purples and eventual starlight. It was stocked with food and movies and more than enough means to keep the lot of them occupied for a few weeks. The surrounding mountainside was beautiful with countless trails to hike and rock scrambles for the brave. Best of all it was immensely difficult to get to unless you flew in or teleported which made it a perfect reclusive nest for a billionaire bachelor or a camp for a group of grumpy, unruly teenage mutants.

The New Mutants weren’t alone, of course. Angel was there himself, trying to host the messy, destructive, whiney, energetic invasion. Mistral was there to supervise the Alphas with Arsenic and Firestar. Menagerie and Hellfire had gone along because after the hell they’d gone through with losing Neena, they were letting her out of their collective sight over their dead bodies. Warpath and Thistle had gone along, with Colossus rounding out the chaperones charged with keeping the kids under control and out of trouble.

All those kids and most of the adults charged with their care were back in Salem Center...

It was so easy.

While the X-Men had been given rudimentary, basic information via a flashing light on the wall of the Danger Room, they had no idea what an actual Brood looked like, or how their glorious queen was able to reach into their minds. She could talk to them, deliver orders... And find them. And two of her precious babies had been taken. They had been stolen away and carried across the country. One was still fifteen hundred miles away in Salem Center.

The other...

The other was in a glass jar, buried in glitter, coffee, and cookie crumbs. Shaken until he permanently saw double. Subjected to cartoons, g-forces, and having his stinger and tentacles braided together. Linda and his little nestmate were homing beacons. And help was coming...


Flying was the best way to reach Angel’s Aerie. Luckily for the Brood, once they matured they had wings. Long, skinny wings that were most similar to massive horse flies, all translucent and veiny and moving at speeds almost too fast to see. They appeared with their claws out, their fangs dripping with anticipation. They were the stuff of nightmares, their front legs could only be described as tentacles of raw muscle, curling and uncurling as they flew. Two sets of insectoid legs with far more joints than strictly necessary supported their weight when they were on the ground. Their exo and endo skeletons were incredibly durable and difficult to pierce. Most notable was the double tipped, stabbing tail that injected a paralytic in their victims. If they had been stupid, mindless monsters, perhaps they would not have been able to devour one species after another, conquer planet after planet.

The Brood were extremely intelligent and more than that, they were cruel. They didn’t just want to dominate. They wanted to cause pain. They weren’t just there to invade, they were there to torture. The only thing keeping them from just dropping down on Angel’s Aerie and slowly, delightedly murdering all of those kids was the fact that their exalted queen wanted every one of them alive. They would be brought before her, bowed down in her magnificent presence, and receive the highest honor. These children would have one of the queen’s embryos injected into their necks.

It would grow, rewrite the host DNA until the original body, the original mind was converted into Brood. Oh, the host would fight. It would struggle. But once the embryo took root, there was no help. No hope. There was only Brood.

There was no telling what woke the kids and X-Men up first. Possibly it was the buzzing, the heavy thudding of large, solid bodies against the western windows. Large, blunt heads rapidly began to smash their way through, crawling in through the shattered glass to descend on the sleeping children like ants on a candybar. They were everywhere before the New Mutants could even react.

Wiccan and Speed were yanked out of their respective sleeping bags, and whipped violently across the room. Tommy landed splayed and flailing on the pristine, antique grand piano Warren had on display. Billy went into the waiting jaws of another Brood.

A thick tentacle wrapped its way around Boom Boom’s throat, yanking her off the ground while the creature’s other tentacle wound its way up her leg, pulling violently in the other direction.

Nocturn received several sharp scuttling legs to the sleeping bag as one of the Brood trampled over him to get to Phantom. “Pretty girl...” It hissed in her ear, it’s impressive -if somewhat skinny- forked tongue snaking out of its mouth to slide down her face and force its way into her mouth.

Darkchylde and Gunslinger each got to experience the burning pain of double tipped stingers plunging through meat and muscle alike, paralytic pumping into their bloodstreams. It would leave them fully conscious, fully aware of their bodies, simply unable to move any of their voluntary muscles.

Of course one of the heinous monsters made a direct line for the Alphas, swatting the handful of babies out of the way with cruel abandon until it found what it was looking for, stuffed into the foot of Velocity’s sleeping bag. The girl herself wasn’t in it but Linda was, stunted and screaming encouragement to his brothers and sisters as he was released from his glitter smeared prison. “And the little one,” he howled, trying to claw glitter out of his various nooks and crannies. “Take her, too!” He leapt at Kaylee, enjoying the idea of keeping Neena in a glass prison until she was mature enough to be of use to his venerable queen. Linda tore at Kaylee’s ankles, sharp teeth violently tearing into her ankle tendon and calf muscle.

The Aerie was under attack.


Time to shine, New Mutants. There will be no posting order, but just one post per round, please. Next ST post will be after 5PM on the 13th.

NMs- Abra Cyclops Faust Gentle Glitch Honeybear Impulse Ion Magma Mercury Mo'o Nightcrawler Plasma Scarlet Spider Scion Wallflower X-23 -feel free to have Brood attacking your characters. There are so many of you. Have fun.


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