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Carlos eyes opened and he watched Damion carefuly as he spoke un-hearable words to Zion. Still he laughed out loud before settling down then leaned his head back to look at the ceiling. " There are no escape pods. I looked, I checked every dark corner of this satellite nada. Generators yes, oxygen converter yes, Waste management and resivoir yes, control room yes, escape pods no." Having sais that he once again ignored snide remarks or any questions about his abilities. He didn't hear a word, but reading lips, invaluable when you lived out in the mountains in fear of constant attack from mercenaries. His dad's unit took him through so many basics and advanced techniques he should have enlisted into an academy here in the u.s. His powers not too controlable were the problem. He lazily let his head look at the third brotherhood member he could assume. He distinctly remembered little about her but obviously her temperment was as sour as the rest. He closed his eyes and continued his nuetrality listening before opening his eyes. and letting it shift around the room. It never escaped him that these people hated him simply because of where he went. hell if he cared he was only their a freakin day.

For a moment she thought then nodded. "If he used enough power he probably could break this place in half if he wanted to. Riddle me this though, the bloody things closed after tossing us out as if it had had to much whiskey the previous night. I didn't see any type of seal or crack in it when I looked at it last. How would we get back in it....unless." Zions right hand went to her shapely hip as the other one scratched the back of her neck. "Unless they're only controlled by the old man that brought us here and we need someone who has a similar power because I doubt if we ask him he'll open the damn things."

Damion shrugged and sighed simultaneously. Shed did have a major point. "Even I cannot control the outer layer unfortunately." At this point Morgan and Raze arived. "Just what I need, more optimists to ruin my solemn mood." He was wearing a smile but it was the cocky 'I am going to kill a guy!' smile he always seemed to put on whenever the x-men were around. (Or whenever something especialy bad happened to Lancey boy) "Well," he said looking towards Zion as his smile faded back to his normal calm translucent form, "at least things are begining to move along."

After only a few minutes of trekking and some directional help from Kurt, Victoria, as well as her followers soon found themselves standing in the X-Mansion's hanger. It was completely empty save for one large, sleek airplane standing quietly in the room's exact middle.

"That's the X-Jet," said Kurt proudly, pointing at the machine, clearly noticing Victoria's curious gaze.

"Nice," replied Victoria, nodding while still staring at the X-Jet, "hope you don't mind if I borrow it..."

"VHAT!!" screamed the elf, 'porting directly in front of Victoria, blocking her from moving any closer to the plane. "Are you crazy?! Vhat makes you think you can do that!?"

"Well," she said in as calm of a voice as she could muster, "how else are we gonna get to 'Asteroid M'? I don't know about you Kurt, but I'm just not gonna just sit around here like a loser. I'm going to Asteroid M weather you like it or not."

Kurt shot her a cold glare. He was clearly not buying it. "Oh, come on," she pleaded, "I'll even make you my co-pilot."

"Fine," the foreigner scoffed, defeated now etched across his face, "but if we get in trouble, you're taking all the blame!"

"Alright, alright," said Victoria, rolling her eyes, "I'll take the blame."

Shaking her head at how easily the male ego was stroked, she shuffled past the elf and closer to the X-Jet, their new mode of transportation. As luck would have it, the hatch was open, revealing a spacious high-tech interior.

"Alright my fellow losers," she said, pulling herself up the ladder while still managing to bark orders, "get your asses in the jet 'cause we leave for Asteroid M. Now!"

Aaron stubbed out his cancer stick and boarded the X-Jet. Looking at the pilots he sighed. "Shouldn't we have someone who knows how to fly aircraft doing that? Not me of course I only know how to use my wings but...I dunno maybe an adult of some sort?" He asked sitting in a seat in the second row.

Aaron got a look of pure worry on his face when Victoria answered him. She was right. The only adults were tending to the wounded except the blue woman and he didn't trust her at all. "s**t." He buckled himself in then clung tightly to the seat. The jet hadn't even gotten started and he was already terrified of Victoria's skills as a pilot.

Lizz swallowed looking from Victoria then back around the jet. "Don't you need a licence and so many flight hours clocked in before you fly something like this?" She asked a touch on the nervous side. Lizz didn't like flying to begin with and the fact that their pilot was around her age wasn't helping matters any.

Damion put up his hands and shook his head without thinking too seriously on the subject. "Who knows? I dont hold grudges against insects. Ants cannot help it if they ruin a perfectly good picnic. You just have to spray them all down with pesticides and keep going." He glared mildly at this Raze character. To be hell honest he did not remember much about the so called party crashing because nothing had realy went too wrong. Granted several trees and some grass had recieved battlescars he had not seen any issues presented by the enraged X-monkeys. Like a monkey with a sledge hammer... thought Damion having only seen the commercial just recently and finding it mildly amusing. ...they are so overated.