X-Force: Beyond Omega

AN: So close to 1000 ps. Pls, give those PS. 

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Jean looked into the rippling waters of the lake, her fiery aura now completely extinguished, replaced by the faint warmth of the morning sun. Her reflection wavered, but her resolve remained steady. She glanced at Aron, his expression calm but attentive, waiting for her to speak.

"Aron," Jean began, her voice soft but laden with gravity. "There's something I need to tell you about Genosha. It's not the sanctuary you might think it is."

'Yeah, I know. I think Magneto rules that place and if I'm not wrong, Cassandra Nova and Wild Sentinels will attack and kill everyone there. But, I could be wrong,' Aron tilted his head slightly, intrigued but cautious. "What do you mean?"

Jean took a deep breath. "Genosha is an island nation that could've been a paradise for mutants. But instead, it's become a living hell. It's ruled by a man named Dr. David Moreau, the Genegineer. He's a mutant scientist who developed a process called 'mutate bonding.' It strips mutants of their free will and binds them to servitude. They're used as labor—slaves to keep the nation running while Moreau and his government prosper."

Aron's jaw tightened, his icy-blue eyes narrowing. "And no one's done anything about it?"

"Ten years ago," Jean continued, "Magneto found out about the atrocities happening there. He wanted Charles to help raid the island, to free the enslaved mutants, and take down Moreau. But Charles refused."

"Why?" Aron asked, his tone sharp.

Jean hesitated, her green eyes meeting his. "Charles said it was too dangerous. The Genoshans have advanced technology—devices capable of depowering mutants. If we failed, it would risk exposing mutants across the world to even greater oppression. Charles believed diplomacy would be better."

Aron let out a bitter laugh. "Diplomacy? With slavers?"

"Exactly what Magneto said," She replied. "That's why he left the X-Men. He took his supporters and launched an attack on Genosha. But the technology there... it was overwhelming. They barely escaped with their lives, and the mutants left behind suffered even worse punishments as a result. Since then, Magneto has been obsessed with growing stronger, gathering forces to one day try again."

"And Charles?" He asked, his voice cold.

Jean shook her head. "He's turned a blind eye, just like the rest of the world. Governments know about Genosha, but they ignore it because the island produces advanced technology and resources they rely on. Even the Avengers and other heroes stay away. It's like Genosha doesn't exist."

Aron stared into the distance, his mind calculating. "So, no one cares. Not heroes, not governments. Not even Magneto anymore?"

"Magneto's a shadow of who he used to be," She said softly. "He's lost too much. But you... we could change that."

"I don't just want to change it," Aron said, his voice like steel. "I want to burn that system to the ground."

Jean smiled faintly, though sadness lingered in her eyes. "I thought you'd say that."

Aron looked at her, his expression softening. "You've been through enough, Jean. You don't have to come with me."

Jean shook her head. "I can't stay behind. Not when I know what's happening there. Besides," she said with a serious expression, "this fight isn't just yours. It's ours. Together, we can free those people and destroy everything Moreau has built."

However, Aron felt something intense. A sudden surge in energy. It was so chaotic and destructive, that he could not comprehend the sheer scope of its power. And, he knew who it was.

"Something wrong?" She asked noticing his expression.

"No. Things just got interesting," Extending his senses, he used the raw energy of Phoenix Force to materialize an avatar form on the rooftop of a building in NY.

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[NY]

Wanda appeared in New York with a soft ripple in the air, her powers opening a portal to the bustling city. She moved through the streets, unnoticed by the people around her, her gaze fixed on the chaos that had followed Aron's miraculous return from the dead. Word had spread quickly. There were whispers of divine power, of a man who could resurrect the dead, and the fervor surrounding him was palpable. Some saw him as a messianic figure, a savior, while others were quick to dub him a devil, a harbinger of destruction.

Wanda's crimson eyes glowed faintly as she reached out with her abilities. She had a unique gift for perceiving emotions and thoughts, tapping into the psychic web around her. As she passed, she allowed herself to read the minds of those who spoke of Aron—some with awe, others with fear, but all with fascination. Her power sifted through their fragmented thoughts, piecing together a portrait of a man who had commanded their reverence, and perhaps their fear.

It wasn't long before she found herself standing before a gathering of Aron's followers, a crowd of devout believers who had been attending a makeshift memorial. They chanted his name, and the air was thick with their fervor. Wanda closed her eyes, her mind extending outward, probing deeper. She brushed against the thoughts of the individuals around her, sifting through their memories.

"He brought them back... my son. My wife. They're with us again."

"He's a god. No one can do what he does. He has to be the one to save us all."

She continued, diving deeper into their collective thoughts. Some stories were more chilling than others—accounts of people who claimed to have seen loved ones return, their corpses revived with no explanation. Others spoke of strange, inexplicable phenomena that seemed to accompany Aron's presence: a burst of golden flames, the crackling of divine energy that felt both warm and terrifying.

Wanda felt a sharp pull of recognition in her chest. This wasn't just a resurrection; it was a manipulation of life itself. Aron's power was vast, but there was something darker hidden beneath its surface. The dead were returning, but what had truly been brought back? Was it their souls, their memories? Or was it something else entirely? She wanted to know what it actually was. If he can really do all that then maybe... Maybe he could bring her parents and everyone who died that day back to life. She decided to drop Magneto's mission and walk her own path.

She withdrew from the crowd, her form shifting as she vanished into the shadows of an alley. The streets of New York felt eerily quiet as the hum of the crowd receded, replaced by the overwhelming sense of chaos that now swirled in her mind.

Wanda's thoughts began to churn with the implications of what she had uncovered. Aron's power to bring the dead back to life was not just remarkable; it was unprecedented. No mutant had ever demonstrated such a capacity for manipulating life and death. And yet, there were still unanswered questions—how did he do it? What was the cost? And why was he refusing to take control of the world that was so eager to follow him?

"A god or a devil?"

Wanda pondered the question, her mind flickering to Magneto's words. Humans would betray him, Magneto had said. They would turn on Aron once they realized the true extent of his power, or perhaps once his power became a threat to their fragile sense of control. Would Aron rise to claim the mantle of leadership? Or would he remain detached, an enigmatic figure in the eyes of the world?

'I can't let that happen, Eric. You thought I was weak and that your little technology could stop me from reading your mind? I know everything you planned. And now that I'm out of your grasp. It's time to show you what happens when you mess with me and my brother.' She thought with a cold expression.

A subtle ripple in the air signaled a shift in her power. She extended her senses even further, gathering more impressions from those around her. But this time, her focus was different—she was no longer reading the minds of the masses. This time, she was looking for something specific: a sign, a clue that would lead her to Aron himself.

It didn't take long. As her mind sifted through the network of human consciousness, a sudden vision flashed before her eyes—Aron, standing alone atop a rooftop, his eyes glowing with golden light as he gazed down upon the city. He was far from the worshipped hero the crowd thought him to be. There was a loneliness in him, an emptiness that echoed in his every movement. He was playing a game of his own, far more complex than any of them realized.

He was smiling at her.

'I'll be damned!'

Wanda's lips curled into a small as she looked up at the building right before her.

Before Aron could say or react, she gave him a wink and disappeared with a wisp of red energy.

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