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1X01 – Sentinel – Tag

1X01 – Sentinel – Tag

Deep inside the Pentagon several high ranking members of Homeland Security, NSA, FBI, Joint Chiefs, CIA, and about a dozen other acronyms, sat at a conference desk in a fairly well lit room. Valerie mused to herself, when she watched movies as a kid and dreamed about becoming a spy she always imagined every meeting would take place in some darkly lit, smoky room, buried into a mountain. This might as well have been a K-Mart share-holder’s meeting.

“Thank you everyone,” she offered them a polite smile as the last of the men, and a couple of women, sat down, “I’ve called this meeting of the Council for Super Human Affairs in order to discuss recent events regarding the mutant situation.”

“We get your reports, Miss Cooper,” a man dressed in the military uniform of the Army did not look too impressed as he glanced through the hard copy report that was left at every seat, “what’s changed to prompt an emergency meaning?”

“Yes,” a dark haired gentlemen who was a director from DARPA, or the Defense Advance Research Planning Agency, said wryly, “we know the Brotherhood stole Nimrod and some of the Sentinel software. We were given the impression this wasn’t a problem,” he looked pointedly down the room at the man at the end of the table.

“The Brotherhood’s threat level has been increased due to recent activities, yes,” Val hit the controls for the video screen behind her to turn it on, “but I’ve called this meeting because the Brotherhood is no longer the only group we have reason to believe constitute a serious threat to national security.”

When the image from the school’s website popped up, there were mixed reactions from the table, the Army man speaking up first, “I thought Xavier’s Institute for Higher Learning was listed as a minimal threat?”

“It was,” she nodded as she tucked a bit of blonde hair behind her ear, “and until recently it operated as a neutral haven for mutants. We’ve largely let it operate without interference because while at the school, any possible destructive or security threats a mutant’s powers may pose are contained there.”

“Wait,” the DARPA man spoke up, “haven’t some individuals from the school been getting into skirmishes with the Brotherhood? That doesn’t sound contained.”

“That’s why Xavier’s was a minimal threat, not a zero threat,” Val pointed out to him before continuing, “and those skirmishes were largely one-sided. However, it’s now come to our attention that a strike force has been assembled using the school as a base. Already they are responsible for some of the damage that occurred at Bastion Industries’ Newark office, the M-TAM Bridgeport facility, and the recent attack on the mutant database storage facility in New Jersey.”

“A strike force?” a woman asked from near the end of the table. “Is this like some kind of a mutant S.E.A.L. team?”

“That’s the way it’s looking, for the moment,” Val brought up images of several mutants, a few taken from surveillance photos but a couple looked like they were from a driver’s license. “We believe this to be the Xavier team and their actions have been directly against the Brotherhood. It’s too early to tell if containment of the Brotherhood will be their primary goal or if they are merely clearing the way to take their place.”

“Some of them are just kids,” the DARPA man said.

“We’re not entirely sure of the group dynamic,” she brought three faces forward, “but we’ve already known these three to have been involved in past incidents with the Brotherhood. Former Canaidan Weapon X solider, James Howlett, aka Logan, aka Wolverine. He has a healing factor, enhanced senses, and augmented skeletal structure. Ororo Munroe, aka Storm, American born, raised in Egypt, and current headmistress of the Xavier Institute. She can control the weather and related elements. Also, Scott Summers, aka Cyclops, American, son of Air Force pilot Captain Christopher Summers, deceased. His mutation is an optic concussion blast.”

“They were involved in the incident in New Mexico, last year,” the woman at the end of the table said.

“Yes,” she nodded, “they’ve had only marginal success against the Brotherhood, but it seems they want to change their luck.” Val clicked a button and the screen showed the new members of the strike team. “Jean Grey, of yes, those New York Grey’s, she’s a rare combination of telepathy and telekinesis. Jean-Paul Beaubier, former solider of Canada’s Department H, code name Northstar, invulnerability and endurance which allows super speed. Robert Drake, from Long Island, a cryokinetic, can affect temperatures and create ice. Katherine Pryde, Chicagoan, intangibility, can phase through solid masses.”

“Nice variance,” the Army man said appreciatively, “working in synch would make them quite formable.”

“Against who,” the woman asked, “the Brotherhood or the US Government?”

“Both,” the DARPA man answered.

“Their actions have been primarily against the Brotherhood,” Army replied.

“For what, the past week?” the lady scoffed at him.

“As I said, it’s too early to tell at this time,” Val broke up the argument before it could start, “but the military hasn’t been having much luck against the Brotherhood either,” she tried keep her tone neutral, “and the last thing we want is to let wild all the mutants currently contained to the Institute,” a possibility she had an action plan for but did not want to put into effect, “so I believe our best course of action is to wait this out, gather as much information we can about the X-Men while working on getting Sentinel online.”

“X-Men?” one of the others asked.

“Yes,” she realized she hadn’t had a chance to mention this, “according to the chatter we’ve picked up, Xavier’s strike team is called the X-Men.”

That was met by silence until the Army man said, “Well, I’ve heard worse.”

Val ignored him and addressed the man who was at the very end of the table, who had remained uncharacteristically quiet the whole time. “Colonel Trask, what’s the timeline for Sentinel?”

The older, pale faced man took a long breath as he considered those he was sitting with, “The damage was considerable, we’ve been set back at least a year.”

“That’s unfortunate,” the DARPA lady said, “you should allow our Dr Silvercloud in on the project.”

“Not when we have no assurances where the man’s loyalties lay,” Trask said pointedly.

“His threat level is listed as negligible,” she countered.

“I’m not trusting Sentinel in the hands of a mutie,” he replied darkly and there was a wave of murmurs across the room.

“Colonel,” Val once again was there to keep the peace, “we all know your position on mutants as a whole so please keep the council updated on Sentinel’s progress. The program is important but you’ll agree not the only weapon in our arsenal.”

After a moment the man gave her a nod and the subject was dropped.

Val waited a moment before continuing on, “Mutants have presented a clear and present danger to the security of this country from the moment they became known to us. Individuals such as Charles Xavier have attempted to assure us that despite mutant’s extraordinary abilities, we should consider them harmless. With the formation of his X-Men, it seems he’s had second thoughts on the matter.”

“He could just be trying to stop the Brotherhood,” the Army man pointed out. “Magneto was a friend of his once, right? Wouldn’t you try to stop a friend if you thought they were on a path of self-destruction?”

“If they were a drug addict needing to go into rehab,” the DARPA lady said, “sure, but a whole strike team to pummel his Acolytes? This seems a bit excessive for someone spouting peace.”

“Really,” he frowned at her, “after everything Magneto has done? I doubt staging an ‘intervention’ would help.”

“As I said,” Val interrupted the snickers from the comment, “we don’t have enough information to do anything but raise the threat level of the school, specifically the X-Men. I vote you continue to work on our mutant-defense projects while my team and I monitor the situation. Having someone else fight our battle against the Brotherhood could be beneficial, but if we see the X-Men deviating from that goal then we can react accordingly. All those in favor?” There was a murmur and several hands went up.

“Any opposed?” No one did.

“Very well,” she smiled at them, calling the meeting to a close, the members filing out the room, except for a sandy-brown haired man in a suit who approached as she packed up her things.

“A.D. Cooper,” he held out his hand, “Frank Lowell, CIA, I just took over my predecessor’s role on the Council. We haven’t had a chance to speak directly yet.”

She took his hand, “Yes, Agent Lowell, that’s mostly been my fault. The surge of activity lately has kept me busy.”

“I know, I’ve read the reports,” he said appreciatively, “and the backlog. It’s amazing what we’ve been able to keep from the public.”

“That’s my job,” and she was rather good at it, so if he was going to question her ability to do her job…

“Yes, and a good thing too,” he mused, “if the reactions from some of the council members are to be any judge.”

“Trask?” Val waved the thought away, “He’s the only true anti-mutant on the council, the rest of us are just here to do our job and protect the public from menaces like Magneto, and now possibly Xavier.”

“Right,” Lowell nodded, “does Magneto really think mutants, homo-superior you said he calls themselves, that they truly will take over and replace homo-sapiens?”

“Our biologists are still trying to decide if homo-superior is indeed a separate evolutionary step from homo-sapiens,” she shrugged, “but as for Magneto… yes, he does believe he and his kind are superior and believes they should take their place at the top of the food chain.”

He gave her a thoughtful stare, “And what do you believe, Agent Cooper?”

“I believe…” she considered her words carefully, “that regardless of biology and semantics, Magneto is a terrorist who supports mass genocide and Xavier is an unknown quantity with a virtual army at his disposable at that school. Both are threats to the security and safety of this country… and I’ll do anything in my power to stop them.”

On the next episode of X-Men: The (fan fic) Series…

— “Don’t mind Jubes, she’s not a morning person, especially on Mondays.” – Meg
“Mondays are a fascist invention.” – Jubilee

—“The FBI and NSA have agents on the ground in Philly looking for the Acolytes.” – Scott

—“Pre-history is before the written record?” – Jubilee
“Good, and when did pre-history end?” – Storm
“About the time Logan was born?” – Jubille

—“Let’s see, C4 or Semtex… C4 or Semtex…” – Pyro
“Semtex, always Semtex.” – Avalanche

—“Oh yeah, it’s a great school,” as soon as the words slipped from Jubilee’s mouth, a loud ‘woosh’ could be heard from the South wing, “but it’s not without its quirks,” the next thing Sharon knew, something, maybe someone, went crashing out of a window, sailing across the lawn with a loud screech.
Mouth agape, Sharon turned to Jubilee to ask just what the heck was that, and what should they do, but the girl was digging out the last of her ice cream before saying, “You get used to it.”

Episode 1X02 – Pop Rocks & Pixie Stix

1X01 – Sentinel

Written by JayCee

Based off Marvel Comics’ X-Men created by Stan Lee and Jack Kirby,
with Chris Claremont.

Adapted for Television by JayCee
Executive Producer – JayCee
Co-Producer – Chellerbelle

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