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Chapter 1 - Excalibur: Mission 1 - Artificial Sweetener[]
Heroic Battle[]
Start[]
Rogue:
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I never did like Sentinels. What kind are these again? |
Gambit:
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Prime, cher. But not so prime as you. |
| Rogue:
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You stop runnin' your mouth long enough for us to do this job, now. Hear me? There's MGH serum to recover before these Sentinels hand it off to their masters. |
| Gambit:
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As you wish, my darlin'. |
Lose[]
| Rogue:
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Running from Sentinels? Shame on us. We won't be able to show our faces around the Helicarrier. |
| Gambit:
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We off Xavier's Christmas card list, you think? |
| Rogue:
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We will be if we don't turn ourselves right around and get those Sentinels where they belong, by which I mean the scrap heap. |
| Gambit:
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We gonna get 'em right where they need to go, don't you worry 'bout that. Allons! |
Repeat[]
| Gambit:
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We gonna give these Sentinels another go? |
| Rogue:
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You game? |
| Gambit:
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I'm all game, cher. You talking to the original mutant player. |
Complete[]
| Gambit:
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Not too much for conversation, these Sentinels. |
| Rogue:
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You make up for it, sugar. You know you do. |
| Gambit:
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Now I got this whole stash of serum. Tempted to pour it down the nearest sewer grate. |
Agent Coulson:
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God, no. Don't do that. What would it do to the rats? |
| Rogue:
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Or the alligators? |
Maria Hill:
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Just get it back to the Helicarrier, Gambit. |
| Gambit:
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If you insist, cher. Mutant cocodrie, now that's something... |
Chapter 1 - Excalibur: Premium Mission: To Catch a Thief[]
Deploy[]
Start[]
Tony Stark:
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O favorite Southern belle, we here at S.H.I.E.L.D. command were wondering if you might do us a favor. |
| Rogue:
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Name it, sugar. Of course I will. |
| Tony Stark:
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We need someone to recover, if you will, the records of a certain private investigator who's been snooping around the Circle of 8.
No rough stuff. Just in and out. |
Complete[]
| Rogue:
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I present to you the records of a private investigator, as requested. Mr. Stark. Sir. |
| Tony Stark:
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Boy, they weren't kidding when they talked about Southern charm and courtesy. Even when I know you're joking, it sounds great. |
Chapter 2 - Crazy Eights: Mission 3 - Foggy Vision[]
Mission Start[]
| Maria Hill:
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Okay, this is a weird one: Circle of 8 cultists are parading around chanting slogans in an unknown language. In between breaks of murder and vandalism, that is.
Speaking of which, we've found more of their victims: Percival and Barton Grimes, the Brothers Grimm. Killed with their own exploding pies. While that develops, we've got another problem right here in front of us. Nitro and Titanium Man are working with Circle of 8 cultists. |
| Tony Stark:
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They're both amassing Iso-8 stockpiles, but it doesn't look like they're trying to build anything. |
| Maria Hill:
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Looks like they're using the Test Subjects to screen some kind of Circle of 8 smash-and-grab at a museum. |
| Rogue:
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I'll be doing a little advance recon. Catch you later. |
| Tony Stark:
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You stay out of trouble, kid. |
| Rogue:
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Don't call me kid, grandpa. |
Mini-Boss - Nitro[]
Reveal[]
| Maria Hill:
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This location is a command post of some kind. Rogue's been scouting and our tac team is just about in place. |
| Rogue:
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I'm already inside. Circle of 8 loons all around, and I see Nitro. |
| Maria Hill:
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Already inside!? This is no time to-- |
| Rogue:
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What, go rogue? Sometimes a girl's got to take matters into her own hands. |
| Maria Hill:
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Dammit. Agent, go in. We can't let Rogue get in over her head. |
Start[]
| So that's pretty cool what you can do, absorbing stuff. But you better be careful who you touch. You try to absorb too much of me, you're liable to blow. | Nitro:
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| Rogue:
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If you think that's gonna scare me, sugar, you really don't know what's already in my head. |
| Well, hey. Don't say I didn't warn you. | Nitro:
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Lose[]
| Maria Hill:
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Rogue. Report. Are you-- |
| Rogue:
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I'm fine. Don't you worry. Now I know what I'm up against, things'll turn out a bit different. |
Repeat[]
| Rogue:
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Time to show y'all what I learned. |
Complete[]
| Rogue:
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Fury, you were worried about who was working with the Circle of 8. I don't see anyone else here but them Test Subjects. |
| Tony Stark:
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Terrific. Maybe next time you can restrain your enthusiasm until all field assets are in place? |
| Rogue:
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I don't make promises unless I know I can keep 'em. So how about if I promise to try? |
| Tony Stark:
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Are you batting your eyelashes at me? Don't do that. I'll file a complaint. |
| Maria Hill:
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Both of you stop. Initial site report confirms large amounts of Iso-8. Looks like the somebody is in the smuggling business.
But where's it all coming from? We haven't detected amounts this large anywhere for months. |
| Agent Coulson:
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There's another strange thing going on. The surviving Circle of 8 cultists are chanting again, saying Vision's name over and over... |
Nick Fury:
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Somebody gag those nutjobs. |
Boss - Titanium Man[]
Reveal[]
| Where is Vision? Tell him phase in here and face me! Or we blow up building! | Titanium Man:
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| Rogue:
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You got that, Agent Hill?
Haven't seen any indication of Brotherhood goons 'sides the Test Subjects. |
| Maria Hill:
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10-4, Rogue. Vision's going to take the lead here. |
| Rogue:
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Excuse me? I can handle this just fine. |
| Maria Hill:
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The Circle of 8 have essentially built themselves into this bunker, with help from Titanium Man. The doors are all wired and there are pressure sensors all over the floors at every potential access point.
Basically, we can't get in without phasing through the walls, unless we want the building to blow. So, Vision. We need you to lead the way. |
Vision:
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I am prepared. |
Complete[]
| Vision:
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I have rendered Titanium Man and the Circle of 8 cultists incapable of further resistance. |
| Tony Stark:
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Sometimes I wish you'd just say you'd kicked someone's ass. |
| Vision:
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I choose to avoid phrasings of that nature. Given a choice between precision and vividness, I prefer precision. |
| Tony Stark:
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Also Rogue is what a New Englander would characterize as wicked pissed. |
| Nick Fury:
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Quit trying to bait Vision, Tony. That decision is on me. We needed to find out what the Circle of 8 wanted. |
| Rogue:
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How'd that work out? |
| Maria Hill:
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We are still assessing intelligence. |
Mission Complete[]
| Nick Fury:
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We need to get something straight. This is a S.H.I.E.L.D. operation. You want to join the fight, we're happy to have you.
But every time someone decides to fly solo, that's a whole lot of mission planning and resources up in smoke. |
| Maria Hill:
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Plus we've got to plan for how to get you out if your cowboy act backfires. |
| Rogue:
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Did it backfire? From here it looks like you got exactly what you wanted.
Hand's cleaned out, them Circle boys are in paddy wagons, and we confirmed the Brotherhood ain't involved. Maybe you ought to lecture a bit less, sugar. This is the West Coast. Lighten up. |
Special Operations - Apocalypse: Mission 1 - Missing in Action[]
Mini-Boss - Avalanche[]
Complete[]
| Nick Fury:
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Need a sit-rep, Pym. |
Hank Pym:
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Avalanche is out... but I don't see Hank anywhere. |
| Tony Stark:
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Keep looking. We're on it too. |
| Rogue:
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I'm trackin' a whole stampede of Test Subjects in a damn big hurry to get somewhere. Stay on the wire, sugah, and I'll let you know where they're goin'. |
| Maria Hill:
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Rogue, wait for backup. We've been through this before. |
| Rogue:
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Then you heard what I said before, didn't you, now? |
Boss - Living Pharaoh[]
Reveal[]
| Rogue:
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I just found the Livin' Pharaoh, right here in--unh! |
| Maria Hill:
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Rogue? |
| Agent Coulson:
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Rogue, do you copy? Report! |
| Rogue sends her regrets, Director Fury. She is currently otherwise engaged. But the Living Pharaoh is available to take all your questions.
Now if you will excuse me, there is much to do. |
Mr. Sinister:
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| Gambit:
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I'm goin' after her. |
Special Operations - Apocalypse: Mission 2 - A Team Divided (San Francisco)[]
Mission Complete[]
Professor X:
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I am... having difficulty tracking both Laura and Anna Marie. Something has transformed their psychic signatures... |
| Greetings, S.H.I.E.L.D.. Agent Hill. Professor Xavier. | Mr. Sinister:
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| Professor X:
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Nathaniel Essex. What pernicious madness are you about? |
| A collaboration. Allow me to introduce you--telepathically, of course--to the next stage of post-human evolution. | Mr. Sinister:
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| You can keep chasin' all you want...sugah. | Famine:
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| Come and get us, because we're about to ride. | War:
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| Marvelous, aren't they? Perhaps you'd like to meet the senior partner in this endeavor... | Mr. Sinister:
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| It is time for the grander destiny of Homo Superior to be realized. The test begins... let us see who shall pass. | Apocalypse:
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| Maria Hill:
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Worst-case scenario. |
| Professor X:
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Not quite. The worst will be when all four Horsemen ride together... and that day is not far off.
If we are to forestall that, we must divide the team. Go to Wakanda. I feel X-23 is headed there. Rogue remains in San Francisco. |
Special Operations - Apocalypse: Mission 3 - Rumble of Distant Hooves (San Francisco)[]
Boss - Famine[]
Start[]
| Ahh, the first X-Man. You plan to be the last, too, sugah? Because if you do, you don't wanna tangle with me. | Famine:
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Cyclops:
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My plan's a little different. It includes you back in the X-Men... but there's a little something we have to settle first. |
| I agree completely. | Famine:
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Lose[]
| Why, I'm practically starving for another fight. Who's next? | Famine:
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Special Operations - Apocalypse: Mission 4 - Survival of the Fittest[]
Mini-Boss - Famine[]
Start[]
| Gambit:
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Oh, cher. Look what he did to you. |
| Don't cry for me, Remy. This is what I was born to be. No one but Apocalypse is gonna to give us a gift like this. | Famine:
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| Gambit:
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It's no gift. He's poisoned you, and made the poison taste sweet. |
| That's jealousy talking. You can have your chance if you want it. But if you make the wrong choice...that's on your head. | Famine:
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| Gambit:
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Ainsi soit-il. I'll get you back, or I'll die trying. |
Lose[]
| Don't fight anymore, Remy. I won't kill you unless I have to. | Famine:
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Covert Task: Palm of Her Hand[]
Start[]
| Rogue:
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You know, Sugah. I think it's time I try out a new look. This uniform's torn up and feelin' old ta me. I could go for somethin' new. Something more modern.
I've had me eye on a little green number, but the hardest part is findin' just the right gloves to go with it. Oh Ah'm not just talking one or two pairs, I go through gloves like you wouldn't believe. Try punching diamond hard skin with gloves on and see how long they last. If you could track down a whole bunch of sturdy, green gloves for me, I'd really appreciate it. So what do you say? |
