Legends Collide

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* **Name:** Legends Collide
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* **Setting:** X Camp, Sovereign Nation
* **Time In Universe:** November, 2103
* **Mutants:** Alvin Roker, Ezekiel Roker, Angela Brando, Amour, Vanessa Sandoval, Jake Maxwell, Nicholie Creiss, Gun, Kameron Kan
* **Hydra Nueva:** General Waffen
* **Characters Mentioned:**
* **NPCs and Antagonists:** President Jonathan Anderson

## Shining Plans

A faint cough echoed in the corridor of X Camp's primary holding area. A ball bounced against the wall, being tightly gripped by whoever was catching and throwing it repeatedly. "General Waffen...why is he here?!" one of the Mutants exclaimed, being highly alarmed by the appearance of the giant man in a full soldier's garb. He brandished multiple badges, reminders of his accolades.

General Alan Waffen was the Executive Director of Hydra Nueva, the sole 'protectors of the world'. "Excuse me...scum. You don't have a right to acknowledge my presence. Rot in that cell." the German spitefully shot back at the shocked Mutant who quickly calmed down and rolled over, meaning the general was no longer visible. He stood there for a second, glancing at the frightened and submissive Mutant before cockily smirking, continuing his stride.

"Hey, General." a voice manifested in front of Waffen, a silhouette appearing. "Alvin. Where are you coming from? Any keycard, perhaps?" General Waffen pried, Alvin Roker being revealed due to the dim light that bounced onto his face.

"I'm coming from the new arena that was built. I'm curious....what do you plan on having me and my brethren do?" Alvin's jaw tensed up and he clenched his fists. He was obviously furious, but his facial expression wouldn't be a clear indicator of this. He was quite good at hiding his feelings, a true stoic in nature at times. Waffen stood across from him, analyzing the Mutant up and down.

"Where exactly is your brother? You know I've been trying to induct him as the first Hydra Mutant ever....so just tell me where he is, and then I'll reveal our plans." Waffen had his sharp rebuttal ready, his query and statement forcing Alvin to go quiet. "You won't take him. He's about the same thing I'm about, Mutant freedom! If you try and cross my brother and take him away from me, I will deal with you." Alvin's emerald green eyes glinted, showing a small glimpse of his rising power output.

"So be it....get back to your cell, boy." Waffen pushed past Alvin, scoffing as he trekked away. "Bitch..." Alvin stuffed his hands in his pocket and entered his opened room door, shutting it tight and resting on his bed.

**-The White House, President Anderson's office.-**"Molly, please, get me my coffee. I'm about to have one of *those* conversations with General Waffen. Wish me luck." President Anderson propped his feet up and tapped a round device, the object glowing and whirring for a few moments until finally, General Waffen's face popped up. Molly the secretary scuttled into the room and delivered the president's coffee, silently dipping out of the room shortly after.

"Präsident Anderson! How are you?" Waffen loudly greeted Anderson, causing the political figure to rub his ears in dismay before trying to formulate a response. "I am well, General. I demand a skipping of the formalities and straight business. Nothing more and nothing less for this call." Anderson stated sternly, seeing Waffen's hologram nod and eventually reply, "Yes."

Opening a drawer, Anderson held up a file that read '**Battle of the Baddest**'. "Have you picked out the eight? The chosen eight, as I requested?" Anderson queried to Waffen, the general nodding once again. "Yes, I have. Do you want me to list them off by their names in the Hydra database?"

"That would be great, thank you."

"Your wish is my command."

Removing a device from his pocket, Waffen tapped it, the technology being much like the tool Anderson was using to converse with the general. "Here goes...the first one. An absolute no-brainer, and my personal favorite. **The Warden** is what they call this woman. She's an absolute force to be reckoned with. She possesses the ability to create uncanny force fields from her environment's energy, and might I add, they are quite formidable." Waffen smiled while reading off the unnamed woman's information.

"The next one is known as **Ignite**. He is a pyrokinetic and can control and produce any sort of flame he pleases. Next, we have **The Bird**. His ability is attested to the large wings on his back, which also let him manipulate the flow of the wind at times."

Anderson scratched his chin, intrigued by these Mutant descriptions. "General, I've heard enough. I want you to collect and inform all eight of these Mutants that they are the Chosen Eight." the president grinned, Waffen gleaming with malicious happiness. "Like I said, your wish is my command. You'll be notified shortly of how this unification attempt goes. Auf Wiedersehen, Präsident!" Anderson's device clicked and Waffen's projection was gone.

Leaping out of his chair and onto the desk, the president happily tap danced on the wooden appliance with glee. "Today is the day! The beginning of the Mutant Battle! How exhilarating! AHHHHHHHH!" the president's shouts could be heard outside of his office, his employees giggling while clapping as well.

## The X Camp Eight

"ALVIN ROKER. LABELED AS **THE GENERATOR**. PLEASE REPORT TO THE CENTER HALL. GO STRAIGHT, TAKE A LEFT INTO THE SILVER TUNNEL, AND WHEN YOU SEE A LIGHT, THAT IS YOUR INDICATOR YOU ARE IN THE RIGHT SPOT." an intercom loudly echoed, causing Alvin to become highly attentive. By the end of its directions, he wore a skeptical and puzzled expression on his face.

Suddenly, his cell door opened without any sort of keycard. "*I've only seen that happen once! That means this has to be serious, no way it isn't.*" Alvin rolled out of bed, put on his grey sweater, and stepped his foot out of his cell. Instantaneously, multiple Hydra Nueva agents, armored in the highly advanced Sentinel Suits emerged from the shadows, closely observing Alvin.

"Go anywhere else, and we will end you, Generator." one of the agents threatened. Alvin turned to him and glared with a self-assured smirk on his face. "Ending me will prove to be harder than any other foe you've neutralized. But sure, I'll play the game. Hell, it could turn out to be interesting, don't you think?" Alvin flashed a glimpse of his energy power, his irises scintillating. The agent remained stalwart and silent, and Alvin began walking the path he was instructed.

Upon reaching the silver tunnel, Alvin waltzed his way in and passed over into a brilliantly lit room. "*How come I've never seen this before...? I swear I've investigated every inch of this place...I know I have! But now this....room, just appeared? No way, there's something bigger her-*" "WELCOME!" Alvin's entire thought process was interrupted by the clamorous greeting. "Who are you?!" Alvin tried to exercise his usage of his powers as a scare tactic, yet his energy output was being dampened.

"Stop trying, we already laced this room with mutation halting technology." one of the trailing agents said, Alvin shaking his head in disappointment. "Take a seat, Mr. Roker. The others will arrive shortly." the voice boomed in the room, Alvin looking back to see if he could rush through the tunnel and escape, but this whole plan looked bleak as it was guarded by the giant Hydra agents.

"Fine, but not because you told me to." Alvin sat in one of the chairs while still observing his environment.

Ezekiel had lost track of time, had it been hours, perhaps even days, since he had last left his room. The reason for his seclusion was readily apparent to anyone who stepped inside. His room was stacked from the floor to the ceiling with books that delved into the intricate realms of weather, atmospheric phenomena, and the intricacies of various breathing techniques.

Amid the sea of books, Ezekiel was absorbed in the pages of one particular tome titled "Mysteries of the Atmosphere." His eyes scanned the text as he delved deeper into his research, seeking to unravel the various moving parts of the weather.

His diligent study was abruptly interrupted by the commanding voice of an announcement on the main communication system, breaking the tranquility of his scholarly readings. The message summoned him by his codename, "EZEKIEL ROKER, known as "The Weatherman" within the organization's ranks. Is instructed to report to the Center Hall."

As Ezekiel emerged from his room and ventured into the maze of Hydra's underground facility, he was met by a group of formidable Hydra soldiers clad in Sentinel Suits. Their collective gaze regarded Ezekiel with a mix of fear and mistrust, as if he were something less than human.

One of the soldiers barked a harsh and sturdy order. "Get a move on, Roker, or we'll gut you like a fish," the words resonated with a chilling threat. Ezekiel had little choice but to follow their lead and navigate the intricate network of corridors and tunnels, all while knowing that the summons to the Center Hall could have profound implications for his future.

As he made it into the room, Ezekiel noticed his brother Alvin, who was already there. He was probably called there for the same reason he was. Whatever that reason was, it couldn't be any good for them.

In the feeble room light, a woman sat motionless, deep in contemplation. Clutched in her hands was a weathered, tattered teddy bear, its button eyes dangled precariously from slender threads. Her gaze remained fixed upon it as if she were in a state of meditation or perhaps entangled in a far more intricate inner dialogue along with the plush itself. The room itself was pretty clean yet it didn't have a lot of things aside from the bed a chest of drawers.

Vanessa was a solitary figure within the room, seemingly indifferent to the outside world. Each day, she carved out moments for contemplation with her cherished teddy bear. However, today, it appeared that her solitude would be disrupted.

"**VANESSA SANDOVAL**, LABELED AS **THE WARDEN**. REPORT TO THE CENTER HALL IMMEDIATELY."

As her name resonated through the communication system, a slight twitch manifested in her raised eyebrow. Nevertheless, she remained still, a deep furrow creasing her brow as she directed her attention to the ragged teddy bear nestled in her lap. She sensed that the impending call did not bode well for her, and the very notion irked her. Although she displayed no outward signs of willingness to depart from her room, an inquisitive spark ignited within her.

"**VANESSA SANDOVAL**, LABELED AS **THE WARDEN**. REPORT TO THE CENTER HALL IMMEDIATELY." After some moments in silence, the same message played calling for her presence immediately making her grunt out of frustration.

Rising to her feet, she gently placed the Teddy Bear on her neatly made bed before embarking on her exit from the room. A sense of urgency propelled her steps, as waiting any longer might result in an unwelcome, forceful removal—an outcome she had no inclination to endure that day. As she opened the door, her gaze lingered for a fleeting moment on the plush toy, a silent farewell before she shut the door behind her and ventured into the facility's hallways. The sterile corridors resembled a vast and intricately secured metal labyrinth, a stark contrast to the comfort of her room.

As her eyes fixed upon the entrance, she found herself confronted once more by the intimidating assembly of Sentinel suits, poised for her to unlatch the door, ready to encircle her and take her captive. The sheer number of these encroaching figures ignited a simmering fury within her, etching a deep frown upon her countenance as she stood her ground, awaiting their next move. Amidst the silent tension, a solitary soldier among the soldiers dared to break the silence.

''Yo - You know the deal Warden, **ehem**...If you try anything funny you're meeting your end here...'' A soldier, his authoritative presence accentuated by a measured step forward, issued a directive for her to follow the designated course. However, Vanessa remained rooted in place, her gaze locked upon him with an exasperated intensity. Her eyes radiated a frigid determination, their icy depths seemingly capable of piercing through the soldier's very soul.

''Hydra Pigs...'' In a tone laced with subtle mockery, Vanessa released a comment, her steps carrying her forward. The palpable tension that had hovered between her and the soldiers gradually ebbed away as she proceeded confidently in the direction of the central hall.

Upon her arrival at the room, Vanessa's observant gaze fell upon two other individuals who had preceded her. The circumstance struck her as suspicious—being summoned for the same purpose—prompting her to consider the possibility of additional arrivals of other mutants. She recognized the two brothers, looking at them with a raised eyebrow looking for answers, but her response was still boldly marked by a simmering annoyance, a reflection of her discontent with the unfolding situation.

Nicholie rested uncomfortably in his bed. He was constantly changing positions and moving with no real pattern outside of his back, facing the sky. Because of his unique mutation, which disallowed him to sleep normally, he had grown used to the awkward position. No matter how annoying it was to sleep with. Just when he stopped moving, having finally grown comfortable with how he rested, he heard his name echo throughout his dimly lit cell.

**"Nicholie Creiss,** LABLED **THE BIRD** REPORT TO CENTER HALL WITH HYDRA GUARD ESCORT." He couldn't exactly pinpoint the source of the sound. With no microphone or speaker visible.

"Huh? No, call me by something else first." He replied to the bodyless voice. He felt a sense of annoyance at the mention of his assigned alias. The bird, he hated it, it was too simple for someone of his sophistication. "Couldn't you of called me something worth a dime? The Jet, The Angel, Th-" Nicholie began to list different names. Only for his words to be cut short by the swinging open of his cell door. A new set of guards outside grabbed his attention.

"A mutant doesn't deserve more than what they are given; you should be grateful to even get an alias." One of the guards spoke up after seeing his gaze. In response, Nicholie repositioned himself to be sitting on the edge of his metallic bedframe. He looked up, a smug grin covering his face. "Nuh uh," he quickly said before getting up fully. His wings created an imbalance which he had grown used to. Compensating for it by leaning far forward to gain a decent stance. "Where did you tell me to go again? I forgot." His voice carried a sense of entitlement. Even in his situation, he kept a smug sense of joy.

"Just follow." The same soldier said this before preparing to leave. Waiting long enough for Nicholie to leave the room and begin to follow him. Traversing through the dark halls. The only light comes from an occasional metallic glow on the ceiling. The confining space forced him to leave his wings slightly extended. Mostly so that they don't hit the sides of the corridor.

After a few minutes of walking, he approached a set of doors. His guard ushering him inside. Nicholie followed the request, lowering his wings to walk inside. "Well, well, well, if it isn't brother one and brother two, and Warden lady." He spoke confidently, announcing his presence as he took a seat. As he prepared to finally raise his wings back up to their regular height, he came to the quick realization that they refused to move to his command. Being completely motionless, as if they weren't even apart of his body. "Huh? Thats bullshit," he complained whilst settling into his seat.

Amour had been in her room, alone with her thoughts, and yearning for the love and affection she so desperately sought. The room was sparsely furnished, with little to occupy her time. She often found solace in hugging her pillow, imagining it as a surrogate for the physical touch she craved from others. Her nickname, "RICOCHET," seemed like a cruel reminder of her own bouncing emotions. Then, a disembodied voice broke the silence. **"Amour Brando, Labeled 'RICOCHET,' report to the Center Hall immediately."**

The message echoed through the room's intercom, jolting her from her solitude. The directive was clear, and her heart raced with curiosity and a hint of trepidation. Amour quickly left her room, feeling a mix of anticipation and anxiety. As she moved through the sterile and metallic corridors of the Hydra Nueva facility, she couldn't help but wonder why she and her fellow mutants had been summoned. The very thought of being called for something significant filled her with a sense of purpose.

Eventually, she reached the Center Hall, where she found herself in the company of the other mutants, including Alvin, Vanessa, Ezekiel, and Nicholie. Each of them had their own unique abilities, and Amour's curiosity about their roles and the reason for this gathering intensified. She observed her fellow mutants, wondering how this meeting would unfold and what President Anderson and General Waffen had in store for them. With her intense craving for love and connection, she hoped that this situation might lead to the bonds and affection she longed for.

As Amour stood amidst the gathering of fellow mutants, her thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions. The anticipation in the air was palpable, and each of them carried their unique abilities and burdens. Alvin, exuded an air of determination and defiance, unwilling to let anyone take his family away again. Vanessa, "The Warden," appeared resolute yet discontent with the situation, and Ezekiel, "The Weatherman," maintained his focus on his books and the enigmatic forces of nature. Nicholie, known as "The Bird," entered with a sense of smug confidence, exuding a charisma that was both intriguing and irksome to those present. His wings, now motionless, further emphasized the mystique of his condition. As she looked around, Amour couldn't help but feel a kinship with these individuals, all bound by their unique abilities and the burden of being labeled as mutants.

In the Center Hall, they were bathed in an eerie, sterile light, surrounded by a crew of intimidating Hydra Nueva agents who watched their every move. The environment felt more like a prison than a meeting place. As she observed her fellow mutants, a mix of emotions swirled within her. Amour's longing for love and connection had driven her to become overtly clingy and affectionate, and she wondered if any of them could offer her the warmth and understanding she so desperately sought. She saw in their unique powers and struggles a potential for bonding and acceptance.

Amour's thoughts turned to the looming figures of President Anderson and General Waffen. What could these powerful figures want from a group of mutants like them? How would they be utilized or manipulated in the grand scheme of things? Her curiosity and anxiety intertwined, creating a whirlwind of emotions within her. As the moments ticked by, she felt the weight of the situation pressing down on her. The uncertainty of their future, the unknown challenges they might face, and the potential for bonding and connection with her fellow mutants left her feeling a mix of trepidation and hope. Amour yearned for answers and guidance, hoping that this gathering would provide some clarity to the questions that swirled within her mind.

The air was charged with anticipation, and Amour could sense that they were all standing at the precipice of something significant. She clung to the idea that perhaps, in this unexpected and challenging situation, she might find the love and acceptance she had been seeking for so long. The room remained silent, but the unspoken emotions and unfulfilled desires of each mutant spoke volumes. In this Center Hall, where their destinies were uncertain, they were bound by their powers, their pasts, and the shared longing for connection in a world that had often cast them aside.

Hydra guards equipped with Sentinel Suits approached a certain room in the facility with caution. Bang, bang, bang, all they could hear were the blows delivered to a punching bag getting louder and louder as they continued to come closer.

"Why do we have to be the ones to get *him*?" One of them complained.

"Just shut up and stick to procedure. If all goes well he *might* not do anything and just comply with us." Another one chimed in.

"You already know that shit doesn't work on him... I don't get it, why don't they just give us the green light to kill the fucker? He's always been trouble the moment he got in here and..." The guard was starting to go on a rant before getting cut off.

"Shush, we're getting close now. Everyone get ready to detain the mutant."

Inside the room, Gun was delivering blow after blow to the punching bag without a moment of rest. An average person might have thought that Gun was trained in martial arts from birth due to his strikes but to an expert, they would be able to tell immediately. Gun's strikes were rough, it was not the movements of someone trained in martial arts rather it was the style of someone who had to teach themselves how to fight in order to survive. With his past and with his mutation, he stopped punching the bag as he could hear the guards preparing themselves through the door.

"**GUN**, LABELED AS **THE IMMEASURABLE**, YOU WILL BE ESCORTED OUTSIDE OF YOUR CELL TO THE CENTER HALL. DO NOT ATTEMPT TO RESIST. ANY ATTEMPTS OF RESISTANCE AND FAILURE TO FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS WILL RESULT IN FORCE TO SUBDUE YOU. NOW RAISE YOUR HANDS!!!!"

Following instructions, Gun raised his hands showing no will to fight the Sentinel Suit clad guards.

"Well, I'll be damned... There's a first time for everything I guess." The guard who complained earlier started to relax at the sight.

The moment the door opened, however, Gun charged at the guards. Delivering a knee kick to the face at the guard who let their guard down. The other guards however were already used to such altercations and immediately held Gun down. The guard who received the blow did not receive any damage due to the suit, but he was vehemently pissed and did not hesitate at tasing Gun the moment he could.

"YOU THINK A PIECE OF SHIT LIKE YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH THIS?? HUH? IF IT WASN'T FOR THE GODDAMN GENERAL... IF I HAD MY WAY YOU WOULD BE LONG DEAD, YOU HEAR ME?" He shouted while making sure the Gun was being tased all throughout his rant.

"Enough!" Another guard separated the two of them and examined Gun's body on the floor. "Good... He should be able to recover from this in time for the event."

"HEY! WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA? LET ME AT HIM A BIT MORE! Since it's him he should be able to handle a bit more punishment anyway."

"It's precisely because we're dealing with him, that this behavior can't continue. What are you gonna do once he adapts to the tasers you fucking idiot? How the hell are we meant to subdue him without killing him?"

"Heh... At least one of y'all has some brains." Gun spoke while lying on the floor.

"Good. You're conscious now get back up on your feet and let's get a move on. I assume you won't be doing anything else stupid like continuing your futile rampages?" The guard scoffed at him.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it already." Gun stood back up without much struggle and followed the guards as they escorted him to the center hall.

Entering the room, he looked at the other unfortunate mutants that were stuck here with him. The Generator, the Weatherman, the Warden, the Bird, and Ricochet, he could not guess what all of them had in common to all get called out here but nonetheless he sighed as he walked towards them and took a seat.

In a concrete room, lights flickering on and off, resting against the corner of the room, kneeling with their legs curled up and head facing downwards, a man sat there in silence. Other than them, nothing in the room itself stood out of place, tho in front of him at the entrance of the room the walls were marred with scratches. Large both in shape and size they were old, but these scratches weren’t natural, all of them together holding one correlation to the other, all of which had scorch marks.

There wasn’t sound or motion coming from the stationary prisoner, the only gauge of life were the momentary flashes of light illuminating the very room as time ticked by within this stagnant chain with it just being them and their corner.

“**JAKE MAXWELL**, LABELLED AS **IGNITE**. REPORT TO THE CENTER HALL IMMEDIATELY."

Hearing his name resonating from the communication system, Jake would open his eyes. Bringing his hand up to his head, the man would comb it through his wild mane. Grunt in frustration at the interruption of his monotonous routine as his cell door swung open.

Gazing with a blank expression his mind pondered on what to do. Follow orders or be his usual self. The idea was tempting but not beneficial for him unless he wanted another pair of bruises and broken bones, so he got up before walking straight out the door.

The moment he got out, he was faced with the unpleasant sight of things, oh so familiar to him. Three Sentinel Suited soldiers, each having their hands held up in front of him, lasers armed and ready like they were a firing squad. Huffing under his breath the man looked at each one of them with a pissed-off gaze. “Is this ready necessary? You lot already got me under lock and key so at this point you all are being extra.”

“Shut it mutant! You don’t have any right to speak, so start moving or else!” Speaking with full authority, the guard ordered Jake about. Their eyes narrowed, and each one of them gave him a look of disgust even just having to be around him as if he had the plague. Meanwhile, Jake just remained there scoffing at the so-called guards placing his hand over to the back of his neck and scratching he looked back up at them before giving them a sly smirk.

“You know one day all of you are gonna burn, and when that day comes I’ll be there to watch your corpses turn to ash.” soon his sly smirk turned to a sinister smile. In return, the soldier's look of disgust transformed to pure anger, and in their rage, one reached out to grab Jake by the shirt and shove him ahead. “You heard what we said, you damn mutant! Shut it and start moving!” Sounding louder than before, the soldier's orders this time were absolute. Their arm raised, their gauntlets pulsated with energy signaling how serious they were.

Scoffing while dusting himself off, Jake looked back at the soldiers with a neutral expression before just putting his hands into his pant pocket, and as ordered, he started to walk over to his destination guards in toe.

After a while, he reached his destination. Opened the door he took a glance over to those inside ahead of him. Six people, four guys, and two girls. With him, this made seven. This didn’t sit right with him, why were they all here well they didn’t have any other choices. So walking over, he grabbed a chair and took a seat.

In a cold, poorly lip concrete prison, laid a boy who had a mysterious aura about him. The boy laid in complete silence, staring at the ceiling puzzled and perplexed how humans gained sentience. The room around him had blood splattered across the walls, looking like a crime scene. The blood was too much to be from just one person, or was it?

"*Why are we alive...*" He thought to himself.

"**KAMERON KAN**, LABELED AS **THE PHOENIX**. REPORT TO CENTER HALL IMMEDIATELY.

Kameron rolled his eyes and rose to his feet. He cracked his neck and walked out of the door infront of him. As he walked out he was greeted with a army on stand-by ready to mow him down at any given moment. The guns didn't faze him, but he kept to himself and contiuned his path towards the center hall.

He stopped in the middle on his walk way flashed his teeth and raised his hands, acting as if he is a type of beast towards one of the gunman. "GET A MOVE ON YOU MUTANT TRASH, OR I WILL KILL YOU." Kameron dropped his hand, leaving them to hang by his side and continued walking his normal path.

"Please do, you'd be doing me a favor."

He walked through the door, in front of him stood 7 people, 8 including him. Kameron had no interest in the people around him, he fell to the floor and sat chris cross applesauce on the floor waiting for what is to happen next.

"Well, nice to meet you guys. I'm Alvin Roker, that's my brother, Ezekiel." Alvin smiled at his fellow Mutants, pointing to Ezekiel to signify who exactly he was calling his brethren. "I don't know why we're here, my brothers and sisters....but I do have a creeping suspicion that we're about to be tested beyond anything we've ever endured in this....shitty facility." Alvin's smirk quickly faded, becoming ominously serious.

His statement was clear and the meaning was even more coherent. He knew that something deeper was going on, even if he didn't have substantial evidence to prove it. "Hey, Generator, let me ask you something!" the voice over the intercom had appeared once again, now targeting Alvin. "What do you need, pig?" Alvin rudely shot back, the person on the other end containing a chuckle.

"I wanted to see if you know a little fun fact....regarding your father." Alvin instantly became interested and partially baffled by such a statement. This alarming question had Alvin muddled due to the sudden nature of it. "W-what about my father?" he struggled to get out, glancing at Zeke and then looking to the ceiling where the huge voice box was mantled. "Did you know he used to be a prisoner here? He actually made you two here, him and your mother....and then they gave you two up for freedom. Sad, huh?"

Alvin froze. He couldn't resist outputting an extreme quantity of his generated energy. He radiated with a outflux of shining viridescent vivacity, his fists glowing with power. Upon raising his face, his burning emerald irises possessed the same energy around his body. "STOP! NOW!" the Hydra agents swiftly charged into action but were swiftly struck down by an outburst of wild and pure power.

These formidable sparks continued to shoot from around Alvin, just somehow missing the other Mutants. "He didn't...he wouldn't leave us-, NO!" Alvin clenched his hair with his hands, furiously falling to the ground. If he continued to lash out, he possibly could end up doing something that he would regret forever. He needed someone he was close to for comfort. He needed Ezekiel.

Upon seeing his twin brother, Alvin, on the ground, Ezekiel's response was immediate and silent. He approached Alvin, not uttering a single word, as he extended his hand towards Alvin. With a gentle but reassuring expression, Ezekiel beckoned Alvin to take his hand, making it clear that he was there to assist and lift him up from his current state, as he pointed to his jaw, indicating that he was currently mewing.

Gun was dumbfounded by the scene that had just happened. *What the hell was all that about? Why did some agent randomly decide to harass him specifically? Not to mention... His powers were working extraordinarily well given our current situation with the power dampeners... Well, I won't be getting any answers if I just sit here and ponder.* "Hey, you two!" He walked up to the brothers. "Best we calm down for now since we don't know what's going on. Did you guys do anything to piss them off or something? Since you know they did direct the message to you guys, well they directed it to Alvin to be specific."

Vanessa's intrigue deepened upon realizing Alvin's ability to wield his powers despite the power dampeners enclosing them. This revelation sparked a cascade of thoughts in her mind, causing her to reconsider certain notions. However, as she observed another mutant advancing towards the brothers, Vanessa felt compelled to intervene, swiftly deciding to join the unfolding interaction.

"Hey big guy, I think is better if you don't bother Mr.Cheater here. Besides, It is more a him problem than a you problem, we should be more interested in knowing why this Soldadito reunited us here..." Her hand gently landed on Gun's shoulder, her gaze slicing through the air to stare at both brothers.

"Warden?" Gun paused for a moment to think. "Well, I guess you do have a point about that..." Gun then stared at the communication device. *Were they just testing him or something? No... That's beside the point. Ever since that guy's little display, I can feel my body getting back some strength... Did he perhaps mess with the dampeners?*

Nicholie quickly took notice of the events taking place. Fixing his sitting posture to lean forward intrigued. "Ooo family drama! How entertaining!" He said whilst motioning with his arms as if grabbing popcorn from a bag. He was immediately struck with surprise when Alvin was able to use his powers. Then more realization struck him as his own wings began to move again. Standing up and extending his wings to stretch them. He was acting like it had been ages since they had last moves, when really it was at most a couple minutes.

Moving around the table after assuming Alvin's little outburst had finished. Nicholie replied, "AlvI! Please let's not do this here, wouldn't want to make a scene in front of the ladies." Extending his arm out, he gestured to Vanessa, who had already been occupied with halting Guns interference, as well as Amour. "I doubt your brother would like you messing up his impression of his 'crush'." He said mockingly, taking notice of the change Ezekiel had made to his jaw. Clearly trying to impress someone there.