Meadow-X v. 2.0
Professor Charles Xavier wasn't much for socializing. His
last real drinking buddy had been Magnus. Some time back,
while they were both still in Israel, he had said, 'hey, you
know what would be neat? If we ruled the world.' Unfortunately,
Magnus had taken that drunken suggestion a little too seriously.
But today was an exception. Today he was the captain of the
Enterprise-D as he commanded his ship in tight formation along
side the captain of the first ship to bear that name. Cutter
John had dropped by the base for a visit but they decided
to take a tour around the galaxy.
"Prepare for transporter," he called.
Cutter looked over briefly. Can't be too careful when
traveling at warp factor ten, he thought.
"Transport coordinates locked."
Charles lobbed the flask over at Cutter, who caught it neatly.
"Where to, Captain?" He asked.
"Set course for The Untamed Planet of Moderately Moral
Stenographers, Captain." Cutter responded.
"Course confirmed." Charles agreed. "Engage!"
The two starchairs disappeared around a bend in the road.
Scott rubbed the bridge of his nose. The Professor was speeding
down the road in his wheelchair, Ororo was out romancing an
intermittently dead cat and Betsy had taken off to be with
her flightless paramour. We're going to have to have a recruiting
drive soon, he mused. He noticed Bobby Drake coming down the
"Hey, Scott." Bobby said cheerfully.
"Hey, Bobby," he said. "You going out?"
"Yup," The happy Iceman grinned. "I got a
Scott felt the start of headache behind his eyes.
"Tell me it's with a girl."
"What? Yeah, of course it's with a girl. What kind of
question is that?"
Bobby asked, affronted. "Her name's Lola Granola. She's
"Oh. That sounds normal, I mean, nice," Scott amended
quickly. He stepped aside as his teammate hurried out to the
garage. Then he noticed a young black man walking down the
driveway followed by what appeared to be a yellow computer
"Good afternoon," The boy said. "Is this the
residence of Katherine Pryde?"
Scott blinked under his visor. Computers? Kitty? Makes sense.
"Yes, it is. Who are you?"
"Oliver Wendell Jones." The boy said. He waved
at the ambulatory computer that was angled towards Scott as
if it was looking at him.
"This is my Banana Junior."
continued in Chapter
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