X-Men: The (fan fic) Series

PREVIOUS EPISODE – NEXT PAGE
TEASER | ACT I | ACT II | ACT III | ACT IV | TAG

X-Men: The (fan fic) Series
Episode #: 1X11
Title: Pinnacle

Summary: Hank McCoy visits the school to check up on the growing mutations of several of the students, meanwhile, Logan helps out an old friend.

Previously… on X-Men: The (fan fic) Series

—“That’s not the real David, it’s the manifestation of Xavier’s fear, of all our fears.” – Jean

—“Discover anything interesting.” – Pyro
“Yeah, maybe, give me a minute.” – Rogue

—“Hank’s coming by?” – Jubilee

—“You’re going to trust the poster boy for self-loathing over here?” – David

—“A human trafficking ring, only with mutants.” – Rogue

—“What I see is a grown ass man who can’t ask the girl of his dreams out on a date because ‘reasons’.” – David

—“They’ve been hiding in plain sight.” – Rogue

1X11 – Pinnacle – Teaser

A Boeing B-52 few through over snow capped mountains while the flight crew kept a wary eye on their avionics in the darkness of the early morning.

“It’s messy,” the pilot said as he looked outside, “but it’s consistent.”

The co-pilot didn’t bother looking up from the clipboard he was scribbling on, “I will never see the appeal of snow.”

“Didn’t you grow up in Michigan?” the pilot asked.

“Don’t remind me,” he replied dryly but then let out a little chuckle.

The plane rocked and instantly their hands flew to the controls, the plane suddenly dropping several feet before stabilizing.

“What you doing up there?” the navigator called up from the lower deck.

“This ain’t right,” the pilot was checking the gauges.

“What the hell,” his co-pilot echoed, “we’ve lost the board.”

“What?” the navigator fell back as the plane jerked again.

“Tower, this is Victor Oscar Lima,” the pilot called in, “needing instructions for emergency landing.”

“Victor Oscar Lima,” a voice immediately called back, “what is the situation?”

“We’ve completely lost the board,” he was pulling out every trick in the book he could think of to bring it back, “everything is showing zero, nothing is responding.”

“One moment,” the voice said, “we’ve lost your telemetry, switching to radar.”

“You mean you’ve lost us?” if it was one thing it was another.

The plane fell again, this time much farther, and then the voice coming through started to break up until it dissolved into complete static.

“Ah hell,” the pilot switched as much as he could over to manual and hoped it was working, “I’m gonna put her down, end of the line for the rest of you boys.”

“Sir,” his co-pilot questioned.

“You heard me, jump while we got the altitude,” he told the man, “if the board comes back up then I can land her myself if I have to.”

“But,” the other man shook his head, “don’t you think that’s a little pre-mature?”

“We keep discussing this and we’re going to have this payload over a populated area,” he pointed out, trying to eyeball land features, “now, get out, you’re cramping my style.”

With a frustrated grimace, the co-pilot unbuckled his seat to head down to the lower deck to jump with the rest of the crew, giving the pilot a strong grip on the shoulder before he went, “Good Luck.”

“Miss Marvel herself taught me how to fly,” the pilot grinned, “but more importantly, she taught me how to crash.”

Minutes later, the crew had jumped wearing their cold-weather gear and active GPS beacons.

“Yeah,” the pilot spotted an area relatively clear of trees, “you look good.”

Adjusting the flaps, or at least hoping he was, he put the plane into a controlled dive. He had no idea what his altitude was and was going to have to eye-ball the landing. Making minor adjustments, he didn’t even bother with the landing gear, he’d have no way to know if it deployed or not.

“That’s coming up awful fast,” unblinking, he fought against the wind and weather to keep the bomber straight.

Hitting the snow, the plane dug in and ploughed forward. The pilot was jerked around in his seat as he road out the crash. A screeching sound filling the air as the right wing hit the tree line.

But eventually the craft came to a stop, half buried in the snow bank.

The pilot ran his fingers through his hair and he took several deep breaths, “Holy Hannah.”

Relieved that he managed not to get himself killed, he unbuckled and made his way down to the lower deck to check and see just how bad things were.

There was a whooshing sound and the smell of brimstone.

Quickly spinning around, the pilot came face to face with the devil himself, the red face of a demon in an immaculately tailored suit.

“What the…?”

The pilot barely had a second to process what he was seeing when the devil drove a knife into his stomach.

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

Adapted for Television by JayCee

PREVIOUS EPISODE – NEXT PAGE
TEASER | ACT I | ACT II | ACT III | ACT IV | TAG