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Special Operations - Apocalypse: Mission 2 - A Team Divided (London)[]
Mission Complete[]
Nick Fury:
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Status. |
Agent Coulson:
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We still don't know where Beast is, and now we have lost Iceman as well. |
| Greetings again, Director Fury. And this is the rising star in your ranks, the Coulson we've all heard so much about. | Mr. Sinister:
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| Nick Fury:
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Sinister. Xavier figured you were behind this. |
| Not by myself. Far be it from me to assume credit I have not earned. Allow me to introduce you--telepathically, of course--to the next stage of posthuman evolution. | Mr. Sinister:
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| The old must be destroyed. Sorry, friends. But evolution marches on. You brontosaurus. Us mammals. See you in museums. | Pestilence:
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| You thought we were powerful before? You don't know power. Most of you norms never will. | Death:
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| Marvelous, aren't they? Perhaps you'd like to meet their senior partner in this endeavor... | Mr. Sinister:
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| And now the pieces are all in place. A new age dawns, and a test begins... let us see who shall be found wanting. | Apocalypse:
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| Agent Coulson:
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This isn't good, boss. |
| Nick Fury:
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We need intel from all our teams. Then we'll know just how bad this situation is.
You stay here. I'll take a team back to New York. |
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 4 - Survival of the Fittest[]
Mission Start[]
| Everything has inevitably led to this, has it not? Your ragtag band of accidental mutants and obsolete Homo sapiens so-called superhumans...
...arrayed against the avatars of the next stage of human evolution. Or posthuman, if you like. |
Mr. Sinister:
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| The age of natural selection is over. Now begins the age of conscious selection.
Only those worthy of survival will remain. A new race, cleansed and culled and stronger, awaits... ...on the other side of apocalypse. |
Apocalypse:
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| Nick Fury:
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I take it everyone heard that? |
| Agent Coulson:
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If I did, I'm sure everyone else did. |
| Nick Fury:
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Then we know what we have to do. |
Boss - Apocalypse[]
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| I see before me insects. Vermin. A mass of accidental mutations, begging to be culled and perfected. | Apocalypse:
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Tony Stark:
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Boy, is he laying it on thick. |
| Professor X:
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En Sabah Nur has never been known for his moderation, either in word or in deed. |
| Do you challenge me? Then prove yourselves, or die. | Apocalypse:
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Lose[]
| Pitiable. If, that is, I had not purged myself of pity centuries ago. | Apocalypse:
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Repeat[]
| Evolution has been accidental for far too long... and you are accidents that must be corrected out of existence. | Apocalypse:
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