The entire scene naturally drew the attention of the children, the teachers, and even the overweight local official at the compound.
Still, none of them seemed alarmed. They simply smirked among themselves, amused at the pale, queasy foreigner clearly suffering from “African stomach.” The more miserable Henry looked, the more their spirits lifted.
Henry didn’t actually vomit again. The way Bryan and Audrey were holding him made it impossible—any further retching ...
"Your strength surpasses Nocturne and Daybreak's, but only by a margin."
The red-haired man’s voice was calm, but beneath its smoothness lay an edge sharp enough to cut steel. He didn’t need to raise his tone; his authority was absolute, the kind that pressed down on anyone who heard him like a physical weight.
He turned slightly, his crimson hair glinting under the pale light spilling through the balcony doors, and glanced at Oblivion.
"They were crushed effo...
Silence.
A suffocating, almost physical stillness gripped the plaza. Dust from shattered concrete hung in the air like a lingering fog, sparkling faintly under the dim fluorescent lights above. Not a single mutant dared to move, breathe, or even blink as their eyes remained fixed on the fragments scattered across the ground.
Those fragments weren’t debris.
They were pieces of Nocturne’s skull.
A diamond skull—one of the hardest substances known—shat...
In Western culture, respect is a matter of hierarchy—but not the kind that comes with age or seniority. It’s about status. Class. Rank.
So, in Audrey Hepburn’s six-person entourage, there was only one person who was ever formally addressed as “Ma’am.” The rest? Employees. Colleagues. Equals.
Even Henry, the youngest in the group by a decent margin, had long since shed any need for polite formalities. After days of close work in high-stress conditions, everyon...
Twin beams of crimson energy clashed in midair, locking in a brutal, glowing deadlock that lit up the entire underground plaza. The force of the collision sent shockwaves rippling across the room, dust trembling off the walls, air vibrating like a struck drum.
Around them, the gathered mutants stood frozen in disbelief.
Their leader—Nocturne, one of the feared Three Horsemen—was struggling.
And he was losing.
Charles and Hank, however, didn’t flinch.<...
Under the watchful gaze of the Schwarzenegger-like mutant, Alex strode confidently toward the hidden research facility’s entrance, Charles and Hank close behind.
For a place so clearly top-secret, they expected fortified gates, armed guards, maybe even drones in the sky.
Instead—
Nothing.
The entrance stood eerily silent and completely unguarded.
Clang!
The thick metal door creaked open on its own.
Charles and Hank exchanged wary gl...
Bryan didn’t ask the question on his mind—not right away.
He’d noticed it too. Audrey Hepburn’s young assistant was subtly, but deliberately, keeping anything ugly or unsettling well away from the woman’s line of sight.
And bringing things up now, without proof? That would only cause unnecessary worry.
Bryan trusted that this sharp young man knew the boundaries. When the time came, he’d talk. That wasn’t blind faith—it came from watching him. Every...
"I'm coming too!"
Raven stepped forward immediately, unwilling to be left behind.
"Raven, the base still needs a leader. With Emma and Vanessa gone—and now both Hank and I leaving—that responsibility falls to you."
Alex’s tone was calm but firm.
Raven opened her mouth to protest but ultimately stayed silent. Though reluctant, she knew he was right.
As for the other X-Men—while this could have been a valuable learning experience—Alex had alr...
"Alright, Charles. What’s going on?"
Alex didn’t waste time. As soon as everyone was seated, his voice dropped—serious, direct.
It wasn’t just Raven. He’d caught the faint flicker of unease in Charles’s expression. And after all this time, he knew how to read him.
"Emma and the others are in trouble."
Charles didn’t sugarcoat it.
"Emma’s in trouble?"
"What happened?"
Alex’s brow furrowed, his body tensing instinctively...
Henry dragged a folding chair into the shade beneath the aircraft hangar and set it down with a courteous smile. “Boss, we’ve got a decent load of supplies to haul off the plane. It’ll take a bit. Why don’t you rest here for a while?”
Audrey Hepburn gave him a mild glare. “I’ve been sitting on that plane for hours. And now you want me to sit some more?” She brushed him off with a smile. “Go on, sweetheart. I’ll take a walk, stretch my legs. If I get tired, I...
“I still can’t believe this is really happening,” Henry said, leaning back in his seat and staring out the window of the private jet. Blue skies, white clouds—it looked like a painting.
Sure, the aircraft wasn’t one of those ultra-luxurious Gulfstreams, but it was a far cry from some rattling old propeller plane. Comfortable enough to make you forget you were flying into chaos.
Across from him, Bryan Mills, the head of their security detail, stretched his legs ...
Mutant Base – Training Grounds
Alex stood imposingly at one end of the training field.
Beside him were Raven and Hank, two of the original members of the mutant base.
Emma Frost and Copycat, the other two veterans, were absent—they had recently taken on a critical mission from Alex and had been busy, frequently away from the base.
In front of Alex, Raven, and Hank stood Liz, Vincent, Scott (who had just returned from visiting Charles), and all the other...
Of course.
Even for someone like Bolivar Trask, a world-renowned weapons expert, developing weapons that could truly counter mutants was no easy task.
In the original timeline, Trask’s research had been stagnant for a long time—until the turning point arrived when Mystique attempted to assassinate him, failed, and was captured.
Though Trask died, other scientists continued his work, using Mystique’s DNA as the foundation to successfully create the Sentinels....
Not long after the Lorien departed, Charles and Erik each came to bid Alex farewell.
The creation of a mutant nation wasn’t something they could finalize over a week of strategy sessions. It would be a long, winding road filled with challenges—diplomatic, political, even ideological.
From now on, the real work began.
“Leaving already?” Raven’s voice held a note of reluctance as she looked at Charles and Erik.
Over the past few days, seeing them fighti...
Establishing a nation was no simple matter.
On the contrary, it was an incredibly complex and painstaking endeavor.
Originally, Charles and Erik had intended to leave after their mission. But following Alex’s shocking declaration, they both chose to remain at the mutant base for an additional seven days.
During that time, all three mutant factions noticed something unusual—their leaders were frequently in closed-door meetings, disappearing for entire days. No one ...
Henry didn’t believe for a second that Bryan Mills and his so-called “security team” had any designs on a retired movie star. No, their interest in Audrey Hepburn had nothing to do with her celebrity status—it was more likely that she was the perfect cover.
Just like those “diplomatic” UN staffers, they were using her as a human shield while carrying out their real mission.
And when it came to shady American agencies pulling strings abroad? You didn’t need ...
The establishment of a mutant nation was never a simple endeavor.
Even with Alex’s overwhelming power—far beyond what mutants in the 1960s could’ve imagined—raw strength alone couldn’t solve the intricate political, logistical, and societal challenges ahead. Superpowers couldn't broker treaties, build infrastructure, or legislate freedom.
This required allies. Trusted minds, seasoned voices, visionaries.
And there were no better candidates than Charles Xavier an...
Mutant Base – Homecoming
"Welcome back, heroes!"
"Our saviors have returned!"
Thunderous applause erupted as Charles, Erik, and Alex stepped off the Blackbird. The roar echoed through the metal hangar like a tidal wave crashing against steel. Young mutants lined the platform, eyes wide and faces lit with pure admiration—not just respect, but awe. Some clapped with trembling hands, others simply stared, frozen in place, as if in the presence of living legends.<...
Hotels in Africa weren’t exactly five-star getaways. No central air conditioning, no modern luxuries—if you were lucky, your room might come with a rickety electric fan that sounded like it might give out at any minute.
Otherwise, you'd be left at the mercy of mosquitoes, windows wide open in the desperate hope of catching a breeze. And when the breeze did come? It was usually just more hot air.
Henry’s accommodations were no different from Audrey Hepburn’s. Each had the...
CRACK!
A searing red optic blast from Cyclops sent a crimson Decepticon hurtling backward through the air—only for its body to freeze mid-flight as Erik raised a single hand.
With a vicious tearing motion, Magneto's fingers spread apart—
KRANG!
The Decepticon's chassis split cleanly down the middle, severed cables sparking wildly as both halves crashed to the pavement.
"YES!"
"That's how it's done!"
"These mutants are incredible!"
Queens, New York – Aftermath of the Battle
The battlefield was deathly still.
The only sounds were the faint crackling of scorched circuits and the stunned murmurs of the onlookers.
"All... all of the Decepticons... wiped out?"
"That was... too much."
"Over a hundred... gone just like that?"
For several heartbeats, no one moved. No one spoke.
Even the mutants—those who had seen Alex in action before—stood frozen, minds reeling.
This was an era when America had just concluded the First Gulf War. With the reunification of Germany and the collapse of the northern Red Empire looming, U.S. soldiers of the time were basking in their sense of invincibility—utterly convinced that no one in the world could match their might.
Even if these soldiers hadn’t personally taken part in that war, simply using the same equipment gave the impression that they could have. And honestly, that wasn’t entirely an illus...
Queens, New York – The Battlefield
BOOM! BOOM! CRACK!
The moment the triple-layered barrier encased the mutants, the world erupted into chaos.
Stray plasma blasts and armor-piercing rounds meant for Alex rained down in a relentless storm.
Erik’s magnetic field roared under the pressure, catching thousands of bullets in mid-air, suspending them for a breath before they dropped to the pavement like rain.
Liz’s energy dome shimmered under ceaseles...
As the Decepticon’s taunt echoed across the battlefield, every war machine present wore the same expression—metallic, twisted confidence.
They weren’t just ready to kill Alex.
They were convinced they’d already won.
After all, no one—no matter how powerful—could survive an onslaught from 135 Decepticons.
Not even the so-called monster who had obliterated Wiper’s elite team.
Not today.
Not against all of them at once.
The logic...
As with previous battles, the Decepticons made no attempt to halt the retreating human troops.
To them, these fragile creatures were beneath notice—irrelevant.
From the moment the mutants arrived, all optics locked solely onto them.
“Mutants. You again.”
A deep, gravelly voice echoed across the battlefield.
The speaker was a towering emerald-green Decepticon, standing over seven meters tall. Hydraulic pistons hissed as he stepped forward, glari...
"That’s right, buddy—we’re heroes now!"
Havok clapped Banshee on the shoulder with mock solemnity, gesturing at the TV screen in front of them. "Did you see that? They gave me a close-up!"
"What’s there to be proud of? I was on there too," Banshee replied with a snort.
"Yeah, but I got the hero angle—the lighting was perfect!"
"You definitely imagined that."
"You definitely saw it. You just don’t want to admit it!"
The young mutant...
"I'm truly surprised," Audrey said, not hiding her astonishment. She turned to the older woman beside her. “Katharine, is this the ‘little surprise’ you said you had for me?”
Katharine, being a born-and-raised American, only spoke a bit of French—and not very fluently at that.
By contrast, Audrey was a British citizen born in Belgium, with Dutch noble roots. She could speak several major European languages as if they were her native tongue.
And the three...
"I’ll report today’s events truthfully to my superiors."
The human commander stood stiffly, voice formal but respectful as he addressed Charles and the others.
For a moment, Charles simply smiled.
Maybe he hadn’t been wrong about humanity after all.
Prejudice still lingered, yes—but today had proven that understanding was possible. That coexistence wasn't just a dream.
"Don’t misunderstand."
Erik’s voice cut through the air like st...
Broken Neck Mountain, New York
Atop the highest peak of the Seven Mountains, two towering metal titans faced each other:
The supreme commanders of the Decepticon invasion—Megatron and Starscream.
> "Lord Megatron… Wiper’s entire squad has been annihilated."
Starscream’s voice was low and grim—uncharacteristically serious.
> "What?"
"Already?"
Megatron’s optics pulsed with disbelief.
> "That unit deplo...
"Is Robert not coming with you?" Katharine asked.
Since her 1982 divorce from Andrea Dotti, Robert Wolders—the Dutch actor seven years Audrey's junior—had become her officially acknowledged life partner.
Though they never remarried, they maintained a relationship that was clearly more than friendship. Audrey often brought her younger partner to public events; the two had even met with then-President Ronald Reagan together.
By comparison, Katharine had remained...