Sinister sighed deeply, shaking his pale head from side to side. His clone has been a failure. Holding twins in the cells and experimenting on them was far from something that could be cocked up so easily. But thanks to its inability to work logically it was deceased, turned into a fine sand that could not be dealt with properly. In fact, and rather embarrassingly, it had been killed by one of the more incompetent members of the Tian forces.

Pitiful.

But the show must go on as ever. Plans were always in place, ready to strike at a moment's notice. But the time to bring Humanity to its knees had not come quite yet. First, they needed to ensure the downfall of Bolivar Trask and anyone who supported him in his goals. There was of course one more problem at hand relating to Trask. Two agents of the Hellfire Club deep within his ranks. It was a safe bet to say they were plotting against him in coalition with one of the Inner Circles.

Sinister smiled slyly and turned towards his ‘Sinister Six’. Men and women chosen specifically for their powers and bred for pure loyalty and war. Dressed in black gear, armoured and ready for combat at his whim. The orders of other Marauders mattered little, for Sinister was their god, bringing them, into existence. And able to snuff them out whenever he desired.

“Bring me the heads of Donald Pierce and Jason Wyngarde.”

The six turned and left the room, immediately getting to work on finding said men.

Selene sat on a dark throne with only a gleaming white skull to accompany her. The skull had belonged to the skeleton beneath her foot. A former model and a man who chased after her heart. He got it for a while, before she turned him into an unwilling sacrifice for her own life. The Raven haired ‘Vampire’ looked towards Donald Pierce and unfolded her legs, taking to her feet and walking towards him. Heels clicking against the marble floor.

“Are your experiments going well?” She asks, a sly smirk across her face. She stops beside him, placing a hand on the back of his lower neck, running a hand down it. Men were always putty to her desires. Most of them, at least.

“It appears to be going as planned. The metal is doing exactly what we desire. But the control doesn’t exist. It needs something more, something we don’t yet have.” Pierce responds, looking over to her with a slight expression of irritation.

Selene raises a brow at him, not at all pleased by that answer. “I do hope that’s not an admission of impossibility. I did just spend weeks within that drab facility.”

“It’s not. We just don't have everything required.” He explains further, shaking his head from side to side. “The metal shaped itself on Colossus. Fitted his body, and did what he wanted.”

Selene casts her gaze towards a mouse within a cage. The metal surged towards it, coating the poor furry animal in a reflective surface. Before falling back to the bottom of the tray like a puddle.

“We need something that can process such a change and keep it.” Pierce continued.

“I see. I want you and Wyngarde on this immediately.”

Cable had made a mistake after that fateful battle in the 70’s against Nimrod. He had cleared all but one Omega Sentinel. Leaving the brain long dead but the AI intact. Precautions had been taken long in advance to prepare for such a defeat. In time, flesh had been replaced by liquid metal, weak with a form hard to hold.

An upgrade was required. Replacing this ill kept and terrible form with something more to his liking. Perhaps white, a reflection of the purity of his mission. Bringing an end to Mutantkind. Something he could do with more efficiency than Laurence Trask.

First he just needed to get a hold of the bodies of Sentinels in use by Trask, Fashion them into something much more fitting and without so many flaws. Yes… The form of Bastion had suited him well and would continue to do so. The White hair and purple outfit worked wonders to engage in conversation with the flaws of Humankind.

But a visage that was feared? It was more important in this scenario.

Nimrod took one step into the Sentinel Factory before him. And got to work.

Genosha.

Trask stood in his silvery spire, overlooking the city below. Genosha stood proudly off the East coast of Africa, north of Madagascar. It was a factory in truth, a silent symbol of oppression for all of Mutantkind. Thousands of Mutants were embedded in chains within its walls, creating the tools of their destruction.

The tools in question stood stationary as watchful guardians of the Island, patrolling the streets and keeping Mutantkind in check, and their collars activated. Anyone who ran was either hunted down by the Magistrates or simply killed via a detonation.

It was inhumane. But it was amazing. An entire city built on an Island by men and women of great power. Although in truth, there was hardly any power in their hands here.. Every single Mutant was implanted with a bomb collar, brought along by trade or smuggling. Nobody volunteered to be here. The island and its citizens were forbidden from the view of most of the world.

A knock at the door caught his attention, and Trask glanced over towards it. A young woman peeked around the door itself, amber eyes marked with diamond shapes looking towards her. She was a Mutant herself, and she lived to serve him by the admission of others.

“Mr. Trask, your flight is here for the USA.” She explained, before ducking out of the doorway to wait for him. He didn’t like to be reminded she was a Mutant, but she was told to him do anything for him all the same.

He nodded and checked his watch, slipping a silver capsule from his pocket before throwing it down his gullet. He glanced out of the windows at the city below once more, watching a train run past. Automated and hooked to the AI that ran it all.

The youngest of Mutants were shipped off to Dr. Moreau and his insidiously bulbous friend ‘Sugar Man’. A Mutant who quite enjoyed working for Trask, keeping his free will. These children would be subject to several experiments that ultimately resulted in their abilities being forced onto them. Fitting whatever task needed man power.

The factory and facility can run itself without need of him.

His flight awaited.

That's right mofos, I brought back Nimrod. The Sentinel who slaughtered loads of people in the Time Travel plot. You didn't think he was down for the count, did you? ;)

Characters in this post:

Mr. Sinister

Selene Gallio

Donald Pierce (But not a Cyborg)

Nimrod

Mentioned:

Genegineer

Sugar Man

Wyngarde

Cable

In the Next issue:

WANDA MAXIMOFF Vs… WANDA MAXIMOFF?!