Age Of Onslaught Part 26/37 - Quicksilver stood over Tony Stark's unconscious body. "I wasn't fast enough," he muttered in disbelief. Stark had been able to press the button before Quicksilver reached him. Now he watched as the computer prepared to purge the Avalon program, and anyone in it. ------------------------ The Astonishing X-Men 8. ------------------------ "We only have one more matter to discuss then," said The Russian Representative,"Who will lead the fleet?" This High Council was a great deal different from the one that had meekly followed Shaw's lead. Several of the Foreign Representatives were newly placed in this high position, the former Representatives had proved either unwilling or unable to deal with this new, aggressive policy of The Matriach's. "Well," said Betsy,"It's obvious that...." "Ahem," said a voice, Betsy turned about in irritation and saw Brian peeking his head through the large double doors,"Has anyone seen Meggan?" "Brian!" she growled at him,"We're busy, go away!" Brian's uneasy smile faded, he cast his eyes down,"Sorry, sis." Betsy's hard look faded,"I'm sorry, Brian, but this is very important business we're dealing with," she sighed,"I'll help you find Meggan later." He seemed to brighten at this and shut the doors. No longer was Brian allowed at these meetings, this was serious business and The Matriach was quickly stamping her authority on The High Council. "Does anyone have any suggestions as who will lead the fleet?" she asked,"This is a very serious matter obviously, without proper, experienced leadership the pilots, ships and Sentinels are next to useless." "Ah'll do it," said Rogue with a smile. "You?" asked the Italian Representative - one of the few to survive from the old regime, along with the German - sounding surprised,"Do you have experience?" "Ah used to run with The Brotherhood," said Rogue,"Ah've piloted past Apocalypse's and you Eurasian's anti-aircraft fire and Sentinel attacks before, ah can do it again." "Impressive credentials," said Betsy,"And if you were part of Magnus' crew it just makes it even more so, I second the motion, all in favor?" "Agreed," they said as one, they'd already learned that Betsy's position was no longer as figurehead. - Later, the meeting finished and The Representatives off to their respective countries to make the final preperations for the attack. Betsy walked into the council room just in time to catch the second Rogue's reaction to the decision on the pilot for the attack. "YOU!?! Are you crazy?" she cried. "Hardly, it's the most logical choice," Rogue replied, unphased. Standing off to the side, leaning against the wall, was Gambit, whose only sign of emotion was his eyes flicking from each Rogue as they argued, like he was watching a tennis match. "Fuck logic!" screamed the second Rogue, whose reason for being there still hadn't been explained to Betsy,"You've got a child, what if you die?" "Ah'm not planning on dying," returned Rogue,"In fact ah'm planning on saving a lot of lives." "You can't go," muttered Rogue,"Ah won't let you, ah'll go instead." "Don't try fighting me," replied her AOA counterpart,"Physically we may be identical, but when it comes down to experience ah've got you licked." "Maybe so," said Rogue, grabbing Betsy with one gloved hand and pulling her forward,"But ah know something you don't know." "And what's that?" Rogue pulled off her glove and pressed her palm against Betsy's head for a second, then pulled it away. "What was the point of that?" asked Rogue,"Our powers are to absorb the powers of other mutants or superpowered beings, The Matriach is a remarkable woman true, but she's only human." And then the other Rogue slammed a psi-blade through her AOA counterpart's head, knocking her out. - Gambit smiled and spoke through gritted teeth. "Dis ain't going to work, chere," he said to Rogue,"Other's won't know, but Banshee used to be de detective, remember?" Rogue had been strangely silent ever since knocking out Rogue, but now she just whispered back for him to stay quiet. "Are, there ye are," Banshee said, standing by the large fighter which Rogue would be leading The Eurasian Fleet in,"We've been waiting, have ye said goodbye to Belladonna?" Rogue had changed her hair to look like her AOA counterparts, changed into her costume and tried to look comfortable without her gloves on. "Of course," said Rogue,"Let's get going, ah'm eager to ram one down Apocalypse's throat." Banshee looked at her strangely, looked over at Gambit. "Come to see us off, boyo?" he asked. "Eh... no," replied Gambit,"I'm not a bad pilot myself, thought I might come along and help out." Banshee hesitated, then nodded. "Sure, glad to have you both with us," he turned and walked to the rampway leading up the fighter. "Us both?" Rogue asked Gambit. "He knows," replied Gambit,"But he not going to say anything, he knows it's right." They walked into the fighter. - Citizens all over Eurasia stopped in their tracks, looking up in surprise at the huge rumbling noise in the skies above them. As far as they could see, giant Sentinels, huge blimps and countless fighter planes raced overhead, heading straight towards America, straight towards Apocalypse. "Where are the planes going, Mum?" asked one small child in London, looking up at the planes,"Where?" "They're going away," replied her mother,"And they're probably not coming back." - Morph strode purposefully down the corridors, dressed up in the old uniform of the London Guard, his furry black hat was well over five feet tall and his face was trapped in a hideously contorted expression. "The wind changed," he said to anyone he bumped into (anyone who didn't run away screaming, that was),"And my face got stuck like this, that's why they tell us not to show any emotion when we're on duty, I wish I'd listened." Of course there was no London Guard anymore, when the old Royalty had been wiped out by assassination, the guard had fallen into disgrace and been disbanded, but Morph didn't care about that. He morphed into a princess, wearing long flowing robes and swept his way into The Council Room. "Someday my prince will couuuhmmm! HEY!" he changed back to his real form, then his eyes bugged comically out of his head. Tied up on the table, gags in their mouths and furious looks on their eyes, were Rogue and Betsy. - As the fighter led the way towards the sea-wall, Rogue slept, allowing Banshee and Gambit to fly the large, sleek craft towards the defensive sea-wall. When they got close she would take over and co-ordinate their assault. She'd been strangely quiet throughout the entire trip, this was because of the memories that she'd accidentally picked up from her AOA counterpart when she'd hit her with her psi-blade. Now the strongest of these memories hit her as she slept, coming back as a dream. Magnus smiled warmly at her, he didn't smile often but when he did he seemed to glow. For months now he'd been training her in the use of her powers, getting to the heart of the psychological damage she'd inflicted upon herself when she'd put her first boyfriend, Cody, into a coma after kissing him. For a long time she'd been able to touch him, because of his incredible amounts of power and the ability to create an incrediblly thin electro-magnetic field between them that kept her from actually touching him while maintaining tactile stimuli. "It's in your mind," he said to her,"You've cut off your mind's access to your power, because you fear what you can do with it. And so you've lost control over your powers, which remain... after all, you can't stop a power based on tactile contact, no matter if your mind has cut off your control or not." "Ah understand all that," she replied,"And ah've tried to reconcile that in mah own head, but ah'm just not sure." "It's a leap of faith," Magnus said to her,"Just believe it, Rogue, just believe." She slowly pulled her glove off and reached out towards him, she was tentative, cautious... and then he reached out and grabbed her by the hand. "Ahh!" she cried and tried to pull her hand away, he just held on firmly. "Rogue," he said,"Calm yourself, just calm down." She struggled to pull herself away, but despite her considerable strength the magnetic lock he placed on her body kept her in place. "Rogue, I'm fine, look at me." She stopped struggling and looked up at him, fear in her eyes. "There's no electro-magnetic field about me," he said, holding her hand in his,"It's just you and me, holding hands." "Maybe.... maybe it's because you're so powerful?" she asked, unable to believe that she wasn't draining his powers and memories,"Maybe I'm draining your powers and it's not affecting you?" He smiled,"Rogue, I'm constantly aware of my powerlevels, sometimes it's higher, sometimes it's lower but I'm always aware of it.... and you're not taking anything away from me." "How can I? How can I be doing this?" "Because after all our therapy you've finally learned to make your mind exert it's authority over your body. It's the beginning of a long journey, but you've taken the first step." Rogue rolled over in her sleep, her dream skipped ahead to another memory, a few weeks after the first. Gambit tentatively move his hand up and caressed her cheek, wondering at his ability to do something so long denied to him. They stood in their quarters in the secret base where The Brotherhood lived between missions. She'd been studying with Magnus for a long time now, and Gambit had become jealous of the time she spent with their leader, suspecting that Magnus wanted her. He'd already had a confrontation with Simon over what he'd thought was a pass, and had turned out to be the two of them re-enacting an old play Simon had once starred in. "I can hardly believe it," he said,"Chere, dis be so unexpected, I still can't believe it." He acted with remarkable composure considering just how long they'd been going out and been unable to come into contact. He took her by the hand (even that had been beyond them before) and kissed it softly, then began to kiss up her arm, over the smooth, white skin up to the pulled up green sleeves. He moved over that to shoulder, lightly kissing her neck and cheek. He paused for a second before he finally, after his long, long wait, gently kissed her on the lips, making it tender and filled with love, wanting her to remember it. "Oh Remy," she said,"I've waited so long for this, so very, very long." She kissed his now, more passionately than their first kiss, he wrapped his arms around her waist and she did the same, but her hands quickly moved and playfully squeezed his buttocks. "My little Rogue has a dirty mind," he said with a grin. "I've been waiting a long time," she said with a smile,"Don't make me wait any longer, Remy." They kissed again, now his hands slid down her back and lightly circled over her firm ass cheeks through the little shorts she wore, she reached down with her hands and grabbed one of his, moving it around so it rested on her groin. His eyes widened and he smiled as their kiss continued. She reached down and grabbed his groin, she cupped his balls through his tight pants and squeezed them slightly, just enough to send a quiver through his system. He decided to take control of the situation, and pulling his hand away (with some regret) from her groin, he scooped it under her ass and lifted her into the air. "WHEE!" she laughed. He carried her over to his bed and lowered her down onto the sheets. He reached up and took the green top she wore in his hands, then lifted it up over her head. She helped, and soon her top lay on the floor next to the bed. He smiled at her playfully, he'd seen her breasts many times before, she'd often masturbated in front of him, but this was the first time he would have a chance to feel up those magnificent breasts of hers without a layer of cloth between their skin. He sat down on the bed and kissed her, as he did his hand began playing with one of her nipples, pinching it slightly and rubbing it between two fingers. Rogue gasped in pleasure and lay back on the bed, reaching down and grabbing her tight little shorts by the waistband. She lifted her ass and began to shimmy the tight fabric down her hips and over her thighs. He also removed his clothes, lying down next to her on the bed and smiling as his gaze crawled over her beautiful body, her large breasts, erect nipples, skinny waist, her beautiful creamy white legs surrounding a neatly shaven vaginal lips, a smooth rectangle of brown pubic hair over her clitoris. Her legs lay slightly parted, showing the pink pleasure within, begging to be filled up for the first time with a real cock, not just some kind of dildo or cucumber. He kissed her lightly on the lips, then began kissing down her wonderful body, following the flow of form, kissing her neck, the crests of her breasts, licking small circles around the nipples which caused the mutant beauty to moan lightly in pleasure. He continued on down over her flat waist, finally coming to where he'd wanted to be for such a long time now - at her vagina. Slowly the Cajun began to kiss lightly around her thighs, hovering just above her damp pussy, ready to lower down and press his lips on her lips. But instead he kissed the inside of one shapely thigh, making Rogue moan in anticipation and spread her legs open wider, wanting him to press his face into her pussy, to tonguefuck her cunt. His hands reached down and slid under her legs, just beneath her asscheeks, then lowered his face to just an inch over her cuntmound, sniffing deeply, getting the smell of her clean, hot snatch. He softly blew on her wet cunt, making Rogue groan in anticipation of what was coming, then her eyes snapped open and she gasped out as she felt his tongue flick out and quickly lick up through her glistening lips and over the head of her clitoris, which was still mostly hidden inside it's hood. He made several more quick flicks, making them faster but not pressing down any harder, keeping them light. Rogue moaned and pressed her hips up, trying to get his tongue into her, but he pulled his head back. "Come on, Remy," she moaned,"Do it!" He chuckled lightly, feeling a joy and lightness in his chest that he hadn't felt since he was a boy. Then he relented and pressed them, lightly nuzzling his face into her pussy, brushing his lips over her slit, but being careful not to push them too far, he wanted her to appreciate and enjoy it when it came. Looking up, he saw that Rogue's head lay back, resting on the pillow as she moaned happily, calling out for more as she massaged and kneaded her own large, beautiful tits. He quickly moved his lips around her slit as she pushed her hips up, trying to press his face deeper down into her mound. He moved his lips up to just underneath the top of her slit and right underneath her clitoris, which was coming out of it's little hideyhole in aroused anticipation. The Cajun slipped his tongue out and spread her cuntlips apart, tasting her juices as it pressed forward into her pussy. Then he began running his tongue up the pink innerfolds inside her cunt. His hands spread her legs open wider, which in turn spread open her cuntlips and made her fuckhole easier to access. He began to bob his head up and down, making his tongue into a rock hard point, tonguefucking her cunt with eager abandon, wanting to make her cum, to be the first to bring her to a non self induced orgasm. Rogue cried out in excitement. "Oh yes, Remy! Oooooh yeah, lick me, lick my clit please! It feels so good!" "But of course, mon chere," he replied, licking at her erect clit with his tongue, sending a thrilling buzz throughout her hips and making her back arch, pressing her chest out and making her tits look even larger than before. Rogue's legs shuddered and quivered as her Cajun lover ate her out, slipping his tongue in and out of her vagina, running it over her clit and sucking on the little lovebutton, making her squeal and moan in desire. Remy sucked a little more firmly, a little harder on the little pink pearl in his mouth, making Rogue's hips buck around beneath his face. He pressed her cuntlips apart with the fingers on one hand, bringing the other up from under her sweaty thigh and pushing two fingers up into her cunt. "YES!" she squealed, fingers were in her cunt and they weren't hers! A man had his fingers inside her cunt! He slid the fingers along the roof of her vagina, along the underside of the clit he was even now sucking into his mouth. Her hot, streaming juices lubricated his fingers and allowed him to slide the digits in and out of her clasping, eager cunt faster and faster, building up the pressure of Rogue's oncoming orgasm. Rogue's breathing had become faster and more frantic, her hips bucked about beneath his sucking mouth and she squealed out loudly whenever she could. Now she began a low keening noise which grew louder and louder and louder and she was bucking about beneath him, her large tits were bouncing and jiggling and sweat ran off them and her hair was plaster over her face and she was cummingcummingcumming! Her orgasm rocked through her body unlike any she had ever felt before, so much better than when she wanked herself. Her juices ran down her cuntlips, past Gambit's probing fingers and her hips bucked wildly, Remy sucked up as much of the juices as he could as he continued to move his head around with her hips, sucking firmly on her clitoris. He pulled his soaking fingers out of her cunt and pulled his mouth away from her clit, then pressed his tongue between her cuntlips and began tonguefucking her. It didn't take long for a second orgasm to rock through Rogue's body, she squealed out again and Gambit grabbed her by the hips to keep from being thrown across the room by her powerful strength. Finally, after licking up as much of her juices as he was able too, he slipped his tongue out of her now exhausted, sated pussy and smiled up at her, her cum running down his chin. "Wow!" she gasped,"Ah've been missing out on so much!" Remy took his dick in hand and said,"That ain't all Roguey, ye must wake up coz we're approaching the seawall." She jerked awake, making Banshee jump back. "Sorry if I startled ye, lass," he said,"But we're approaching the seawall." "Yeah, yeah," she replied, getting out of the small bunk,"Ah'm cumming." "What?" "Ah'm coming," she said, hoping he wouldn't notice the small damp patch in the fabric over her crotch. He had been a detective of course, but he knew how to be discreet. - Andreas Strucker sighed glumly. He'd once been a powerful mutant in the hierarchy of Apocalypse's corrupt regime, but when his sister had died he'd lost his mutant power. When in contact with his twin sister - Andrea - they had the ability to create destructive bursts of energy. When she died he became nothing more than a human, and he still counted himself lucky to have ended up where he was rather than dead. He was patrol chief of The Infinites who guarded the control stations situated every third tower of the long sea wall stretching across the Atlantic. Nobody ever came through here, those who did without the proper authorization were blown away. "Sir," said an Infinite,"Registering an approaching ship, they're requesting permission to pass through the sea wall." "Tell them to send their authorization code," mumbled Andreas, bored. The Infinite passed the message along, then spoke again. "The code is no longer valid sir, in fact it's been security flagged." Andreas lifted an eyebrow, this was curious. "Blow them up," he said. - "Ah shit!" cried Banshee. Rogue had ordered the Fleet to hold back while she tried to get the sea wall's defenses down. Once it was down she planned to lead the Fleet through and destroy the sea wall, then move on towards Apocalypse. "What?" she cried. "They're powering up their systems," Banshee cried,"We're fried!" "I'm registering a major power fluctuation!" cried Gambit,"Somet'ing big is happening!" To their left they saw a huge flare of white light as one of the furthermost towers in their view exploded. Then the one next to that was destroyed, then the next and next and next, proceeding on out of sight. "What the hell was that?" asked Rogue. "I don't know, mon chere," said Gambit,"But we free and clear to go to Manhattan." Rogue smiled, then gave the order to the Fleet to proceed, they were going to take the fight to Apocalypse!