And here it is, the first full trailer for X-Men: The (fan fic) Series. This trailer encompasses the first episode (story) only. A larger trailer which will touch on the first half of the first season will be coming next month.

XMTFFS: Trailer #1

From the fan fiction writers who gave you X-Men: Among Thieves,
Squeaky and Stripes, and the Gym Class (Anti) Hero series,
comes an all new X-Men fan fic series unlike
anything you’ve seen before.

“Magneto will continue to escalate until he’s given the government no choice but to declare war on the Brotherhood,” Storm spoke with surety and sadness in her voice, “and that war will spill over into non-combatants both mutant and human alike.”

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“We can’t sit idly by when we have a chance to do something to protect ourselves, our kind, and everyone caught in the middle,” Scott told the group gathered.

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“I wish you’d let me deal with those trouble makers,” Logan emphasized his words with a snikt.

“As I have said many times, Logan,” Charles replied sternly, “I will not let you be party to murder on my account.”

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“Truth of the matter is, Professor,” Scott spoke with a released fervor, “we’re out-gunned. Magneto’s Acolytes, this is what they do.”

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“Well, at least you’re learning,” Rogue frowned as she took in the high collar leather biker jacket Logan wore, with matching full gloves, leaving only the skin of his head vulnerable to her touch. “What we at now, 12-8?”

“I don’t keep track,” he said with a growl, releasing the adamantium claws in his other hand.

“Sure ya do,” she winked, then made her move. 

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Part of the floor gave way under Cyclops who dropped with it onto the level below. 

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 “So, what, you’re creating ice out of the air moisture?”

“Yeah,” Bobby furrowed his brow in confusion at Pyro’s polite conversation, his eyes darting side to side as if he was expecting to be attacked, “pretty much.”

Pyro sighed and shook his head lightly, “That’s so not fair.”

Clicking at his control pad, the Australian grinned as a streak of green flame shot out from the nozzle of his flamethrower and he kept pumping fuel into a menagerie of mythical beasts of at least two sphinx, a Cerberus, a dragon, a couple of centaurs, and one drop bear…

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Frustrated at her inability to land a strike on exposed flesh, Rogue let out an involuntary growl as she turned to face him.

“Same ol’ moves there, skunk,” Wolverine brought his claws up.

She raised her fists, “Bring it, short stack.”

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Charles regarded the young man for a long moment, “What are you suggesting, Scott?”

“That we have a dedicated team as well,” he was expecting the Professor to say something. When he didn’t, Scott continued. “That we train together, learn how to work in-synch with each other, and how best to contain the Acolytes. Otherwise, we might as well stay home next time something happens.”

Again, the older gentleman was quiet before finally asking, “And who would be on this team?”

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“I don’t think you quite understand what Scott’s asking,” of the three, John-Paul was the most reserved about the situation, “he’s wanting you to fight,” his eyes flicked over to Scott’s, “to be a soldier.”

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“They’re watching their teachers train for what is essentially a war,” Wolverine gruffed, “and you’re worried about a little Canadian brew?” 

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“I’m not sure about this,” Scott frowned as he stood fifty feet from Jean Grey out on the lawn.

“I’ve been successful in testing this.”

“I understand that, but,” he really didn’t like the idea of shooting his optic beam directly at the woman, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not going to hurt me, Scott,” she smiled at him, one full of faith, “you could never hurt me, trust me.”

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“Just ‘cause I’m a cryokinetic,” Bobby was standing in front of a row of Roman Candle fireworks, each one lit at a different time and shooting out the little balls of fire at random intervals, “why do I have to deal with the crazy pyrokinetic?”

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Scott winced at the word ‘soldier’, “More like a policeman, or a fireman.”

“Ain’t much of a difference from where I stand,” John-Paul would be the one to know.

“I have no interest in creating an army,” Scott assured him, “but Magneto needs to be stopped, for everyone’s sake.”

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“Excuse me,” a voice said behind them and they turned around to see the thin wisp of a figure that was Katherine Pryde standing with her hands on her hips. “I want in.”

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“Logan isn’t a team player and John-Paul is a soldier. Both know you have more experience with dealing with Magneto and the Brotherhood, they’ll follow your lead as long as you don’t screw up,” Jean gave Scott a wink, “no pressure.”

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“You might want to remind Charles that the Brotherhood is stepping up their game, the government is a tension line ready to snap in all directions.”

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“This processor,” Kitty paused as she formed her words, knowing that at least one of them would yell at her to speak English if she said what she really wanted to, “it’s the core of a prototype lattice system to hold a unique A.I. software program. It takes the concept of the terrorist tracker and expands on it, like, a thousand fold. It’s an auto hacking, real time tracking, A.I. that will break into anything, private security, phone lines, hospital and doctor computers, you name it. Then it looks for patterns and specific tell-tale signs of mutations.” 

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“Men like Magneto are exactly why Department H decided to go the way of the Weapon X program.”

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“It feels like an arms race,” the regal looking Storm said bluntly, “but Magneto will continue his proliferation regardless of what we, or the government, do. I do not like it, but if we are to have any hope of protecting ourselves and maintaining some kind of peace, we have to be able to meet him head on.” 

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“We all know what’s coming,” Kitty looked past Storm to the rest of the team, “Magneto intends to start a war and it’s my generation who are going to be the ones fighting it.”

“Not if we can help it,” Scott assured her.

“But you don’t know if you can, do you.”

 … 

“You think we’re doing the right thing?”

“I wouldn’t have joined your team if I thought otherwise,” Jean’s normally dazzling smile fell a few notches, “are you having second thoughts?”

“No, I…” Scott adjusted his ruby specs as he tried to put a voice to what he was feeling, “I still believe we need to do this, be pro-active, and I know it was my idea, but… when did this become my team?”

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Bobby was running for his life, literally, making it out to the middle of the street as he was chased by a green fire-breathing dragon, amongst other things. He turned just in time to throw up an ice wall which the dragon slammed into, losing most of its substance, so it reformed into two smaller eagles.

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Spotting Avalanche, Scott’s hand went to his visor and this time he led the target as the man attempted to dodge and struck Avalanche with his optic beam sending the Greek mutant against a nearby lamp post which buckled and fell over.  

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Scott listened to Jean’s words but he couldn’t help thinking, “So I get to be the leader by default?”

“No,” she said softly, “you get it because you’re the right man for the job.” 

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“Sentinel?” Scott asked.

“That’s the A.I.,” Kitty explained, “they named it Sentinel, and once it’s online… there’s nowhere we can hide where it can’t find us.”

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“We’ll carry on with our plans,” Magneto told his gathered Acolytes, “you’ll simply have to be better prepared for the… Boy Scout troop.”

“X-Men,” Rogue blurted out as the name rang loudly in her head, “they call themselves the X-Men.” 

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for an all new fan fiction event, an ongoing fan fiction series
made in a faux-television style.

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 “Ah, come on,” Kitty frowned, “I thought Canadians were supposed to be all nice and personable… and nice.”

“How many Canadians do you actually know?” John-Paul asked dryly.

“Well, you…” she had to think for a second, “and Logan.”

The Wolverine was standing off to the side with his arms crossed, an annoyed look on his face, and a growl rumbling through his chest.

Kitty sighed, “Stereotypes suck.”

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