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> "What's up?"

> "Several members of the Chosen are heading your way! I suspect
> that they're minds are being controlled by Hurricane. Be ready. Tornado
> out!"

CROW (FX, sarcastic tone): How was *my* day? Oh, it's not
important...

> "Are you quite done yet?"

TOM: I'd ask the same thing of authors if they were here right now...

> "Hardly. With your Horsemen under their control, and with Image's
> powers especially, we need some kind of weapon."

> Aaron ponders for a moment.

MIKE (Aaron, "thoughtful" tone): Now, if I do real well in this story,
I just
MIGHT get a guest spot in the next X-Men year-end special. Course, I
really do have to consider that offer from DC comics....

> "Do you have an electronics lab in this citadel?"

> "Yes, but it is several floors below."

> "Not a problem! Just give me the exact coordinates!"

> Elsewhere...

> Jubilee finally wakes up after her capture.

> "Not again! Metal mittens?!

TOM: And here's another reference we're not going to bother
explaining.
Right along with actually giving the characters DESCRIPTIONS and
background details. We'll just assume that EVERYONE knows what we're
talking about.
CROW: Yeah, that way we can go straight to the good stuff.
MIKE: Good stuff?!?

> Can't they think o' somethin' original? Sheesh!"

CROW: That's what I've been thinking since--
MIKE and TOM: This story began!
CROW: How'd ya know?
MIKE: That one was too easy, Crow.

> She surveys her surroundings. She is in a cage,

TOM: Despite all her rage.

> bars making up the
> walls.

CROW: Yeah, and the bars are saying, "Oh yes, Walls, with this
lipstick
and eyeliner you'll look sooo nice!"

> "Great! Just great! No way out! And these overgrown charm
> bracelets block my powers...

MIKE (REAL slow and sarcastic): Oh no. It looks like she's trapped
with
no way out.
TOM (equally noncommital): Yeah. How is she going to escape from this
one I wonder?

> waitaminute!

MIKE (Jubilee): Konnan's not a Mexican!
BOTS: Huh?!?
MIKE: Never mind....

> I'm wearin' those power
> boosters Aaron built inta my gloves!"

TOM: Hmm.. You know, since they mentioned that earlier in the story, I
won't call this contrived.
MIKE: Uh... but Tom, they *didn't* mention that earlier.
TOM: Oh... (Pause) CONTRIVED!!
MIKE: Feel better?
TOM: Not really...

> Jubilee activates her powers.

ALL: Power on!

> If I can just get enough plasma flowin'...

> The mittens explode.

TOM: And all the kittens blew up their mittens....

> "FREE! YES!"

MIKE: Wow, good thing none of the fragments from those METAL gloves
ended up flying in her face or anything....

> She melts the lock to the caged room.

TOM: I hope it was that lock with Gilbert Gottfried's voice...

> "And now ta get outta here!"

> Sinister's electronics lab...

TOM (announcer): Where good things are brought to life!

> Two collums of white light flash into the room and change into
> Sinister and Aaron Thall.

> "I told you it wasn't a problem!"

> "But why here, when those two menaces are in the main control
> room?"

> "I'm building a neural scrambler to short out Hurricane's control
> of your followers. If that dosen't work, it'll at least scramble Image's
> powers."

CROW: And if that doesn't work, it'll at least be great for toasting
marsh mellows...

> "Fascinating. I had no idea that you were an inventive genius."

TOM: Yeah, he went to the "Montgomery Scott School of Jury-Rigging."
MIKE (James Doohan): I cannae do it Captain! If I put one more plot
device in this thing, it'll blow apart!

> "There's a lot about me that someone like you will never know
> Sinister."

MIKE: Yeah, despite your damn computer!

> Aaron holds up a small device. "Done! Rather crude and difficult,

MIKE (Sinister): Funny, Jubilee says the same thing about you...

> considering what I had to work with and time constraints, but it should
> work at least once."

> "Then you had best be ready to test it, because my Horsemen are
> coming this way as we speak!"

> Generation NeXt citadel...

> Hope enters the main hallway and comes up to FX.

> "I've contacted the Legion of Fyer and the Brotherhood and
> informed them to be on the lookout."

> "Thank you Hope. I just hope

MIKE: Please don't tell me that was the authors' attempt at a pun...

> Aaron's alright out there with-"

> BRANGABRANGABRANGA!!!!!

CROW: They got Movie Sign!
MIKE: Ha, now that'd be irony! Having them sit through their own
stories....

> "THE ALARMS!"

> They run to the monitors.

> "What is it?"

TOM (HOPE): They're electric TV-like things that are connected to
cameras and stuff, but that's not important right now...
ALL: D'OH!

> "Trouble. And the worst kind."

> X peers into the monitor and sees Sinister's followers advancing on
> the citadel...

MIKE: Boy, it'd be cool if I just as the Chosen members got to the
Citadel
a police car pulled up out of no where and arrested them...
TOM: Sorry Mike, I doubt even X Wars has those guys in their stories.
CROW: I agree with Tom. Still... it would be cool though....
TOM: And the sad part is, it'd probably make more sense than most of
the
stuff that we've seen so far....

> Chosen Citadel, level 5

> "I have ta get outta here!

CROW: Yeah, but there's no way out of Skid Row...

> But with all these twists and turns, all
> I'm doin' is a good impression of a rat in a maze! Wait! That sound.
> Someone's comin'!

> "I do hope that my counterpart is enjoying her accommodations. I
> think I'll check up on her and see."

TOM (Deathsparkle): Yeah, especially since we left her conveniently
unguarded and didn't even bother putting a camera in her cell....

> "Deathsparkle!" Jubilee whispers out of both fear and shock.

> If she sees me, I'm finished!

TOM: The narrator's scared of Deathsparkle?
MIKE: Uh.. I think that's supposed to be Jubilee's thoughts...
CROW: Oh.

> Electronics lab...

> "We're out of options. We will have to fight!"

> "And your assessment of out chances of winning?"

> "Slim and none."

> "Wrong Sinister. And do you wish to know why?"

TOM (Aaron): I'm writing the script!

> "And why, pray tell, am I incorrect in this assumption?"

> "Because...

> IT'S SPIN DRIVE TIME!!!"

MIKE: Uh... okay...
TOM: He must be thinking it's laundry day or something...

> Aaron's costume appears. His gun appears in his hand and he places
> it in his belt's holster. He raises his arma above his head and his mask
> appears. He places it over his eyes.

CROW (Aaron): Hmm... maybe I should punch some holes into this
thing so I can see what I'm doing.

> And where only seconds before
> had stood Aaron Thall, there now stood Tornado.

TOM: Spandex changes everything!
CROW: Well, I guess it's better than just taking off your glasses and
suddenly becoming someone else...

> "Let's rock."

> Chosen control room...

> Hurricane keeps track of the pawns in his little game.

> He sees Deathsparkle drawing closer to her counterpart, Jubilee.

> "I should tell her, but it should be interesting to see how Jubilee
> handles this situation."

MIKE: Sides, I don't really love her *that* much, you know...

> He sees the members of the Chosen he sent out advancing on the
> home of Tornado's allies in Gen NeXt.

> "When you have a view like this,

CROW: You're better off being illiterate?

> you're sure to get all the
> action."

> He sees Tornado and Sinister preparing to fight the Horsemen.

> "And my dear 'brother' and my former leader walking streaight into
> their certain doom!"

MIKE: And we're walking "streaight" into a bad action sequence...

> He sets a chess piece on a board he set up while watching.

TOM: Symbolism at its most obvious, ladies and gentleman.

> "All the pieces are in place. And I control the outcomes." He
> smiles.

> "LET THE GAMES BEGIN!!!!!"

> Chapter 9: Horsemen Attack

TOM: The chapter titles get more imaginative by the minute..

> As the Horsemen of the Chosen head for the Electronics Lab,
> Sinister and Tornado prepare to face some of the most powerful mutants
> in existence.

> "Tornado. Use your device on Image. You MUST

ALL (singsong): You must, you must, increase your bust!

> concentrate on her. Once her powers are negated
> temporarily, I'll go after Burst. While his physical powers are quite
> powerful, he is nothing

CROW (Sinister): After a good kick in the groin.

> compared to Sinister on the astral
> plane.

MIKE (Tornado): Wait a minute, I thought *you* were Sinister! What
the
hell is going on here?!?
TOM (Announcer): Astral Planes, flying literally by the seat of your
pants!
MIKE: Er... Tom, that's ASTral plane.
TOM: Oh. My mistake...

> Then we go for Captain, then Cannonball."

> The mutants turn the corner, and Image begins to scan the area for
> her former leader.

> "Mmmm. Interesting...nothing.

TOM: Yeah, nothing is always interesting. I'll bet she watches test
patterns
on TV, too...

> Cannonball take to the air and see if
> you can see anything."

MIKE (Image): And while you're at it, find out if you can find
anything...

> "Okay, Image. Be right back..." answers Cannonball.

> Taking flight, Cannonball is ready to fly right over Sinister, he is
> shot down by a plasma shot!

> "Holy mother of Bob Dole!!

CROW: What *is* it with this guy's Bob Dole obsession?
TOM: I think it's 'cause both of them start out trying something big,
put
little effort into it, get partner who gives time a short lived second
wind,
and then continue to the end on a sub par level.

> Essex, how did you shoot him down
> while he was blasting? He's supposed to be invincible." yells Tornado,
> ready for the Horsemen rushing to him.

> "Mmmm. Well, looks like we will have to improvise.

CROW: As opposed to the brilliant, highly detailed plan they had
earlier...

> You see, Cannonball
> doesn't quite understand his powers.

MIKE: Neither did Scott Lobdell.

> When I ran a test to see that
> extent of his mutant powers, I inserted a micro chip into his brain
> that would allow my mutant powers to harm him while he was blasting.
> Remember, I make sure I have ways to disable any...renegade
> Horsemen. Now, get on Image!!"

TOM (Tornado): Well, what about the *rest* of your guys?
MIKE (Sinister): Er... they were supposed to get microchips put in
their
brains next week...
ALL: D'OH!

> Tornado jumps out and turns his device on Image, who starts
> screaming in pain as her mutant powers start to fluctuate, causing her
> mental blocks to dissolve and rebuild over and over, causing horrible
> mental anguish.

TOM: CAUSING her to fall to the ground, CAUSING her knees to be
skinned, CAUSING her to...
MIKE: Tom, we just used the word *two* times, no need for that riff...
TOM: Sorry...

> Sinister teleports behind Burst and grabs him and pulls his mind into
> the mental plane.

CROW (announcer): Fly Mental Airways.... cause we'll KILL YOU if you
don't!!

> ::You are weak in this realm, Burst.

TOM (Sinister): And you eat too much, thus accounting for your
name....

> Your powers are useless, and
> only Jean Grey's powers can help you know. But by the time you access
> your powers, you will have already had a heaping helping of a mental
> blast...::

MIKE (Sinister); And a side order of salad...

> Sinister tells his horseman as Burst's brain is fried for a second,
> putting him out of action. However, the psychic backlash

MIKE: "Psychic backlash". I think that's what they called it when the
Psychic Friends Network went bankrupt.
CROW: Wonder if they predicted that one coming...

> extends to
> Image, Tornado, and the Captain, causing Tornado to drop his device...

TOM (Butt-head): Uh, huh huh huh... He said "extend".

> "Too bad, Aaron. Looks like your toy is broken. Well, it's time
> for me to play..."

TOM: Uh... who's spea--oh, forget it....

MIKE (looking offstage): Come on, guys, the door's open. Let's get
out of
here...
CROW: Right behind ya, Mike!

(MIKE and the BOTS exit the theater.)

(SOL, the BOTS stand off to the left, Mike to the right. They are all
looking mildly irritated.)

CROW: Boy, is this fanfic getting silly or what? Twins from another
dimension, how ridiculous!

MIKE: Well come on, guys, you never now.. I mean, some people say that
for every choice we make, there's an alternative dimension where we
made
the *other* choice, and not to mention tons of dimensions where our
others made even *other* choices.

CROW: Ah come on, Mike, you're been watching Star Trek with Tom too
much if you seriously start buying stuff like that.

TOM: Yeah, Mike, you've-- (turning to CROW) Hey!

CROW: I mean, "alternate" realities? Get real! That's just a silly
plot
device used by science fiction and comic book writers to come up with
stories. The whole entire notion is completely ridiculous.

(Suddenly a light flashes and Gypsy appears from the left.)

GYPSY: Hey, guys, we're got something off the port bow!

(Cut ot exterior of the SOL where we see a rather cheesy looking
circular
"hole" several "feet" wide near the ship. It's flashing a mixture of
red,
orange and yellow. Suddenly, there is a flash of light...)

(SOL)

GYPSY: Mike, another ship has appeared where that weird space hole
thingie was!

MIKE: Really? Wow! Cambot, can you give me rocket number eight,
please?

(Camera scrolls over as MIKE and the BOTS face the Hexfield
Viewscreen. It opens, giving them a view of outside the ship. MIKE
and
BOTS gasp in shock as they see... the SOL! Sorta, anyway. It's
darker,
with several mean looking spikes poking out of it's top and sides.
The
letters SOH are seen spray painted in bright red on the ship's side.)

ALL: Woooow!

(Behind them lights flash.)

GYPSY: Guys, someone's like... trying to talk to us!

MIKE: Oh. well... uh, punch them in I guess...

(Mike and Gypsy turn back to the viewer as it changes. We see the
interior
of an oddly familiar place, the SOL. Only it's less bright, the
overhead
lights dimmed, creating a slightly eerie effect. We see copies of the
SOL
crew. SOH MIKE has a long dark beard and mustache and is wearing a
dark grey jumpsuit. SOH CROW is just like his counterpart, save his
skin
is a shiny black instead of gold; his eyes are bright red as opposed
to
yellow, and his hairnet is gone, replaced by several long,
silver-colored,
Predator-style dread locks. SOH TOM is dark shades of red and grey,
with spikes protruding out of his front. His "bubble" is tinted, like
a pair of
sunglasses. In the far left, we see a Gypsy doppleganger, her body
dark
purple, eye dark yellow, and lips blood red. In short, the SOH is
kind of a
dark mirror of the SOL, with the SOH BOTS and SOH MIKE even
positioned counterpoint to the crew of the SOL.)

(All are quiet for several seconds. MIKE glances confusedly as "his"
BOTS, who stare back at him, equally confused. Simultaneously, the
same
action occurs on the SOH. SOL MIKE and the SOL BOTS then stares
back at the SOH crew, who, in turn, stare back at them. The cycle
repeats
itself several times, the stares becoming quicker and more
confused...)

CROW: (finally breaking the silence): Wow, Mike! I think we're
looking at
evil, alternative reality versions of ourselves!

MIKE: Uh, wait Crow... Alternate reality I can accept, but what makes
you think they're evil?

TOM: Oh, come on, Mike! Look at their color scheme: all dark and
deary.
And the dimly lit room they're standing in. It's a dead giveaway!

(SOH MIKE speaks, causing all eyes to turn to him. His voice is like
SOL
MIKE, only a little deeper, and, of course, more evil sounding.)

SOH MIKE: Your little friend there is right, "Mike." We ARE evil,
and,
no doubt alternative reality versions of yourselves. I am MARK
Nelson.
(Gestures to SOH CROW, TOM, and GYPSY, introducing them in turn.)
This is Raven T. Droid, Mot Axle, and Nomad.

MIKE: Oh... uh... hi. I'm *Mike* Nelson. This is Crow, Tom, and
Gypsy.
So uh... What are you guys... doing here in our little uh.. reality?

MARK (seems flustered for a sec, as though to come up with a quick
lie):
Well... we uh... decided to do a little exploring and whatnot... See
what
was out there.


MARK (clears throat, regaining his evil confidence): Tell me, dear,
alternate reality double, what is it that you guys do in *this*
reality?

MIKE (Shrugs): Well, uh... we're forced by a woman named Pearl
Forrester to watch bad movies and stuff. How about you guys?

(The SOH crew stare at each other for a moment and then laugh evilly.)

MIKE: They're still held captive by Pearl!

(SOH crew laughs again.)

MOT: What idiots!

(SOH crew laughs again.)

RAVEN: What maroons!

(SOH crew laughs a fourth time.)

NOMAD: Yeah! They're foogee doogees!

(SOH laughs for a second and then abruptly stops.)

ALL: Huh?!?

(Everyone from both crews stare at NOMAD.)

NOMAD: Uh... what? What?

GYPSY: That woman's stupid! I'm glad I'm not her!

(A beat, then...)

MIKE: So.. why are you guys laughing at us anyway?

MARK (smiling): We'll show you. (Speaking to something OS) Vidbot,
give our guests here a view of camera number twelve.

(SOH crew vanishes and is replaced by a shot inside the SOH theater,
similar to the shot we see in the show's opening. The SOL crew gasp in
shock as they see alternate reality copies of Pearl, Bobo, and
Observer.
They are bound and gagged to the theater chairs. Wicked looking metal
clamps and bars hold their heads in place, forcing them to forever
view
whatever is playing in the theater. Their skin is pale, eyes wide and
blank.
Obviously they have been in this position for some time. We see the
light
from the off-camera movie screen reflecting on their eyes and skin.
As we
stare, we hear a muffled bit of dialogue from the current movie...)

(Movie dialogue, OS): ...so, let me get this straight, you're mortal
there,
but you come here and you're immortal, until there's only one of you,
and
then... you're mortal again?

(Hexagon view flashes back to the interior of the SOH, where MARK is
smiling darkly.)

MIKE: Wow... that was Pearl! Or at least... *their* Pearl...

CROW: This is becoming really confusing...

MARK: You see, dear friends, being evil and all, *we* outsmarted Pearl
and her henchmen and subject them to the same thing that they had us
going through.

MOT: And although we despised their methods, that is, using *us* as
guinea pigs, we found their experiment to be an interesting theory...

RAVEN: So we re-programmed the Satellite of Hate to tap into all of
Earth's satellites...

MARK: Allowing us to duplicate Pearl's experiment using the entire
planet
Earth as OUR subjects! After years of having their wills broken, the
Earth
finally accepted us as their almighty rulers!

(SOH crew laughs)

TOM: Whoa! These guys did what Pearl and that other guy had always
been planning on doing...

MIKE: Oh man, that means their Earth has been subjected to the same
horrible crap that we've had to stomach for the past several years!

CROW: What a bunch of dickweeds!

GYPSY: They're mean!

MIKE: Wait, evil people, I'm confused... If things are so great in
your
dimension and stuff... why did you come here?

MARK: Well... uh... just to... uh...

RAVEN (angry): Cause *somebody* went and blew up planet Earth!

MARK: I didn't mean to, it was accident!

CROW (to Mike): Wow, nice to know that some things are universal, huh,
Mike?

MIKE: Oh, be quiet.

(MARK clears throat, getting their attention.)

MARK: But anyway... now that we are in *this* dimension, we'll be free
to
conquer your Earth.

(MARK laughs evilly and the SOH BOTS follow suit.)

MIKE: Uh... look guys, I don't blame you all for being evil and stuff.
I'm
sure there's a good reason for it. I mean, maybe on *your* Earth,
life was
a constant struggle, for survival against some dark, twisted, evil
tyrant who
was wanting to rule all of humanity and stuff...

CROW: Me personally, I'm betting you guys are just jerks.

MIKE: But, we can't let you guys make our world go through the same
horror and stuff we've suffered for all these years; that wouldn't be
right.

MARK: Ha! What are you going to do about it, huh, pretty boy?

CROW: Er... yeah, Mike, what *are* we gonna do?

MIKE: Well... uh... we're going to have to stop you guys.

(SOH crew laughs.)

MARK: Take your best shot!

SOH BOTS: Yeah, bring it on! Let's see what you're made of! Yeah,
yeah!

MIKE: Er... okay...

(Presses a button on the table.)

MIKE: Hey, nanite guys! Uh... the ship in front of us is full of evil
twins of
us from another dimension. They want to take over the Earth. Uh, can
you stop them? We'd appreciate it.

TOM: Whoa, Mike, are you sure that will work?

CROW: Yeah, I mean, you haven't tried that for over a whole season
now...

MIKE: Oh, yeah, that reminds me...

(Press button again.)

MIKE: And try and stop them *without* blowing them completely up!

CROW: "Without" blowing them up?

MIKE (turning to Crow): Yeah... after all, we *are* the good guys.

CROW: Oh. Uh... right.

NANITE BOB (OS): Okay, we'll see what we can do!

MARK (smiles): HA! That won't work, Mike. We *also* have nanites
aboard! And they--

MOT: Uh. Mark..

MARK (to MOT): Shut up, MOT, I'm talking! (Back to MIKE) And *our*
nanites can easily counter-act anything that--

NOMAD: Mark...

MARK (turning to NOMAD): Quiet, Nomad! Anyway... they can *easily*
counter-act anything that *your* nanites will try and do to--

SOH BOTS: MARK!!

MARK (turning the BOTS, irate): WHAT?!?

NOMAD: Uh... we don't *have* the nanites anymore...

RAVEN: Yeah, don't you remember? They vanished after building that
portal opener for us.

MOT: And they left that note about wanting, and I quote, "A planet of
their own"...

MARK: Oh yeah... (A beat, then he turns to the SOL, horrified) Uh,
oh!

(Suddenly we hear a noise like a high tech laser being fired. The
Hexfield
Viewer goes blank as we hear a loud explosion from somewhere out in
space. The SOL shakes from the impact.)

MIKE: Whoa! What was--

(Hits button.)

MIKE: I told you guys *not* to blow them up!

NANITE BOB (OS): We didn't! Not completely anyway...

ALL: HUH??

MIKE: Cambot, can you give me rocket number eight?

(SOL crew turn back to the Viewer. We see a view of space from
outside
the SOL. Pieces of debris and remains from the SOH are floating
about.
The largest piece is the forward half of the SOH. It is spinning over
and
over, out of control.. Through the clear front window, we see the SOH
crew screaming and holding each other in terror. As it rotates
ompletely
into the camera view--)

MARK (--as though somehow realizing he's being watched, screams):
We'll
get you for this!!!

(MARK then goes back to screaming as what's left of the SOH continues
to roll away... Suddenly, there's a flash, and the "hole" in space
reappears.)

GYPSY: Wow, the dimensional gateway has re-opened!

MIKE: Huh?? How did that happen?

TOM: Mike, large explosions in space *always* re-open any nearby
dimensional gateways.

CROW: Yeah, Mike, everyone knows that!

MIKE: Oh.

(SOL crew turn back to the HV as the SOH bridge goes tumbling back
into the gateway. As soon as it is completely inside, the gateway
vanishes.)

MIKE: Oh wow.

(Hexfield Viewer closes as the camera scrolls over and Mike and the
BOTS
face Cambot.)

TOM: Amazing Mike.

CROW: Yeah, we confronted evil, alternative universe versions of
ourselves and you managed to send them back to their own world in the
space of three minutes.

GYPSY (sighs "lovingly"): Mike is my hero!

MIKE: Well, thanks Gypsy. Gee guys, do you think we' ll ever seem
them
again?

CROW: Ah, probably not until next season at least...

MIKE: Oh, well that's good. I guess now that they're gone we can sit
back
and take a for moment to rest and think about what all has hap--

(Suddenly lights flash and alarm goes off.)

CROW: Rest later, Mike, we got fanfic sign!

(MIKE and BOTS dart off as door sequence starts. We return to the
theater where MIKE and BOTS enter.)

MIKE: Okay, all, buckle up, I think the end is in sight.

CROW: I hope so. I've had all the "alternate reality" stuff I can
take for
one week...

TOM: You said it, Crow.

> Chapter 10: Cornered, Reunited, and Betrayed!

> Tornado whips out his gun and blocks the blasts from the
> Horsemen.

TOM: How can you use a *gun* to block things?

> He leaps, rolls,

CROW: He sits up, he begs, he plays dead! Yes, Aaron has been trained
rather well, ladies and gentlemen...

> and grabs the device before Image can get it.

> "OXYGEN DRAIN MAXIMUM!"

> All of the Horsemen go flying out of sight. A soft thump can be
> heard in the distance.

CROW: That was so confusing I can't even think straight enough to riff
it...
TOM: How can draining oxygen send people "flying out of sight"?
CROW: And if all the oxygen's been drained, how is he still breathing?
MIKE: Guys, what were you just telling me something earlier about
thinking too much?
BOTS: Er uh... yeah...

> "That was most unnecessary young warrior." says Sinister, who
> has just finished off his target.

MIKE: Yeah, you should be nicer to people who are trying to kill you.

> "Yeah, well they were beginning to annoy me."

CROW: I could say the same thing about this st--
MIKE: Crow, please, that joke is getting old.
CROW: Sorry.

> "Is the device still operational?"

> "Don't know. We'll find out eventually."

> And with that, the two mutants headed to face the menace of
> Hurricane...

> Level 5...

> Deathsparkle draws closer towards Jubilee.

> What am I gonna do? She turns this corner, I'm toast!

> Jubilee looks again.

> Waitaminute! Jubilee, you are a genius!

ALL (snicker loudly)

> She fires right above Deathsparkle's head, causing part of the ceiling
> to fall.

MIKE: Yeah, that was MUCH easier than actually hitting Deathsparkle
with the blast...

> Jubilee walks out into the open to see that a very angry
> Deathsparkle is pinned under some of the rubble.

> "You little...! When I get my hands on you...!"

TOM: Strong enough to pin her, but she's not hurt one bit? She must
she
be under a pile of pumice or something....

> "Yeah. Heard it all before. Scared. Later... loser!"

> Jubilee sprints off in the direction she believes will let her escape.

ALL (hum the theme to "Chariots of Fire")

> Her path takes her deeper into the Citadel, where, in the distance...

> "Don't tell me what to do Sinister! I'm as sick of you as you are of
> me! I have a job. It's to protect my friends in Gen NeXt. And right now,
> I can do that job best by stopping Hurricane!"

CROW: Well, actually, since Hurricane's only mad at you personally,
you
probably could have done it best by not joing Gen Next at all....
MIKE: Geez, Crow... remind me to never go to your for sympathy.
CROW: Just telling it like it is, Mike...

> "That's Aaron's voice! But with Sinister? Could he have joined...?"

> And with that horrifying thought, Jubilee runs toward her partner...

> Control room...

> "BLAST IT! Jubilee got the better of D!"

TOM: Only when that guy from "Gen 13" draws her..

> Hurricane watches as Deathsparkle frees herself from the rubble and
> start her journey back to the control room.

MIKE: "Back To the Control Room", I think that was on their "Best of"
album, right after "Open Arms"....

> "And Tornado and Sinister flattened the Horsemen!"

> He sees them still unconscious from Tornado's attack, all save
> Image, who's powers blocked most of the impact, but not the gale force
> winds that followed.

CROW: Yeah, good thing no one lit a match during those "wind"
attacks...

> She heads back to the Control room.

> "But Tornado would never suspect an old friend like you to betray
> him." he says to a figure garbed in red and blue, with large, white eyes...

TOM: Uncle Sam?

> Level 5

> "We should head in this direction. It is the fastest way to reach our
> quarry."

> "Fine. But if this is a trap Sinister, so help me I'll-!"

MIKE: Little late to start being suspicious of this guy's motives,
don't you
think?

> "AARON!"

> Tornado turns and sees Jubilee running up to them.

> "JUBE! You're alive!"

> "And ready to rock Hurricane's world!

ALL: Whoa!

> I took out
> Deathsparkle!"

MIKE: You know, I could easily start to misinterpret this...

> "Great! One less to deal with! But are you all right?"

TOM: Most people are usually traumatized and suffer deep emotional and
psychological problems when they're assaulted and kidnaped, but hey,
stuff like this happens every week to these guys.

> "Been better! You?"

> "Can't you guess?"

CROW (Jubilee): Uh, not really, I'm kinda dumb.

> "From the giant grin on yer face, I'd say yes."

MIKE: And what's with that stupid grin?
CROW (Jack Nicholson): Life's been good to me!

> "If we can continue?"

> "Fine. Let's go!"


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