>>6146518>Art: Mark Goerner>Alt-Text: A giant dam holding back a lake.>Dialogue Sample: Steve Englehart>Content Warning: Anti-Irish BigotryYou are Apocalypse, The First One, Bringer of The Revelation.
For aeons you have walked through hosts, reaping down the rot of mankind to fertilize a glorious tomorrow.
This Magneto is arrogant, filled with untempered rage, but he speaks truth.
The Americans seek to be the new masters of the world.
With guile and cunning, they have bent their betters, the mutants, to be tools in their quest. The Strong serving the weak.
This abomination must be stopped.
Apocalypse: Speak host, our will shall be done.
Essex: Well I do suppose the Yanks will have all manner of genetic goodies to plunder.Beast! Prepare my battlecape and ready the gin, we go to war!
Kanon: YOU go to war. The Hand agreed to ally with your nation, not to join a doomed crusade.
Magneto: If your leaders are too narrow-minded to see the future of the planet's new masters, I won't waste time enlightening them. They shall witness when the time comes. But I DO intend to hold them to our bargain. I know your network has spies across the globe, we will need intelligence for this raid.
Beast: Mariko-San, surely you see this facility for the atrocity it is. As Edmund Burke said, “The only thing necessary for evil to triumph in the world is that good men do nothing.”
Mariko: My place is with the Yoshida, beyond that, nothing matters.
Magneto: Very well, the three of us will take down an empire. Though Ms Kanon, instead of trying to pry into my mind, I suggest you pry into the goals of your so-called Grandmaster.
Kanon: How did you-
Magneto taps his helmet.
Magneto: Lord Darkwind isn’t the only one who knows how to block a telepath.
><span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-g">Alliance Acquired</span></span>>The Hand>Available Assets: Intelligence Network.1 Beta-Level Mutant>The Yoshida Group>Available Assets: Influence on Japan.1 Alpha-Level Mutant<span class="mu-s">Alkali Lake, Alberta, Canada</span>
Beast: You would think a project of such importance would be on American soil.
Essex: “Handsome Jack” doesn't want to get his pretty hands dirty. Leave it to an Irishman to hide his shame.
Magneto: Stay your tongue, Essex. Racism is unbecoming. ALL humans are equally beneath us. In this case literally.
Magneto raises his hand, and every radio in Kananaskis County shuts down.
The lakewaters shudder. A garish attempt to cling to relevance rises from the depths.
Beast: My Stars and Garters.
Magneto: I’ve knocked but they haven’t opened the door. Shall we teach our hosts manners?
The base cracks open. Sheets of metal twist into a staircase that stretches to your feet.
As the three of you walk in, bullets bounce harmlessly off magnetic shields.
Guns are torn away from the frightened boys they thought could stop you.
Guided by his magnetic senses your Horseman of War takes you to the core of this base's power. The Adamantium Chamber.
Magneto: no...
