u/Eden-Fesi

Eden stepped out of the cockpit and walked into the cabin. Aizuru looked at the clouds passing by out the window with earbuds in; Gosamyr had her bags sprawled open on the seat beside her as she excitedly planned outfits for the trip, and Shatterstar sharpened his sword on a whetstone.

“Alright, everybody focus up, time for a sitrep.” Eden walked over to a button that dimmed the lights, and a screen descended from the ceiling. “Pietro, you with us?”

Pietro snapped awake, wiping the drool from his face. “I’m awake!” he said, straightening up in his seat.

“Good, let’s get into the details.” Eden clicked on a remote, and the TV screen flashed on. “This London-based agency has been developing an X-gene-based lung infection. Most likely it’s a discreet way for England to curb the mutant population.” 

He clicked the button on the wall again, the lights turned back on, and the window shades opened. “When we land, we’re going to lay low for a day; we won’t interact with the agency till Wednesday, that’s when they have training for transfers.

Eden knocks on the cockpit door. “Take us down, Gwen.” 

Ding: “Buckle uppp!” Gwenpool sings over the speakers. 

The jet goes into a nose dive.

A collective scream fills the cabin.

Ding: “Whoopsie, pushed the auto-crash.” Gwen levels out the jet.

Gosamyr clutches her luggage, keeping all her clothes from flying out. “Why is there a button for that?” 

The T-Div lands at London Heathrow Airport at 9 Am.

The team takes a shuttle to the hotel. Eden takes out a pile of plastic keycards. "Ok everyone, here's your room keys. You can do what you want for the rest of the day, but be back in the hotel at 8 pm*."*

They arrive at the Waldorf hotel at 10 am.

u/Aukkuboi u/ShatterStar- u/ProHeroCloud9 u/GosamyrBaby u/Quicksilver4Life

Meeting Log - AX2TR

Eden lay in the wooded forest behind the X-Mansion property. He stared up into the starry sky, thinking back to his days training with Gateway. The experience of entering dreamtime changes you; it’s the metaphorical crossroads of all walks of history. 

“I remember seeing a fragmented history, my friends in chains, sicknesses destroying mutants, alternate versions of myself dying brutal deaths. My power is making me the epicenter of a multiversal tug, like a string pulling my head forward… “

Eden taps his staff on the grass. The entire teleporter division is transported into the woods. Manifold sat up, hands grasped together tightly. “Sorry to pull you from personal stuff, but we're gonna be out of town for a while.”

Manifold opened his eyes, the light of the universe shining through them. He did his best to project his memories onto the light around the area; the figures in the projection were… distorted, or only the feeling that the outlined figures were people that they knew.

“The future seems bleak for those of us here… death waits for us all, some lost to battle, two die of sickness, one of us dies of heartbreak.” Eden sighs; he lets those words sink in. 

“Dreamtime can be vague, but I'm sure we all get the gist. There are alternate timelines imprinted on my brain. Each could threaten every mutant*.”*

Eden stands to his feet, turning to walk out of the forest. “Pack your bags; we have work to do.”

Previously… the horsemen of death, Tabby, killed the teleporter division's leader, Manifold, on her rampage. Darwin has taken off into space on a philanthropic journey… who knows what he may find…

Every vein in Eden's body felt like ice under his skin, blood flow slowing to a crawl. Universe, save me… He uttered in his final moments on earth; now he floats through space, the energy in his body focused on keeping his heart beating.
A hand reaches out to Eden, her fingers tracing down his face. His eyelids crawl open; the light of a star-kissed eye meets his gaze. 

Eden: M-mother… did I-

She pressed a finger to his lips*, “shush.”* 
The universe puts a hand on Manifold's chest. A warmth echoed through his body; his heart started to beat faster, and blood began rushing through his veins. His eyes grew heavier. She leans down to Eden's ear as he drifts into unconsciousness. You were a hero… You are the Manifold. 

A Light is shone directly on Eden, with the hum of a tractor beam dragging in his body.

3 hours later…

Eden sits up. His head bumps a low ceiling; a breath slips from his mouth, the cold turning it to visible steam. He’s been nestled into a cramped container, some kind of cold storage possibly…

They put me in the dang fridge? 

With a twist of his hand, Eden bends space to make an opening at his feet and slips out. He hits the metallic floor with a loud thud. With a quick scan of the room's equipment, he knows this isn’t the slums of the galaxy. 

Clearly a ship, but not shi’ ar… 

Eden walks the metal-plated halls, passing the large viewport, stars… everywhere. He approaches a pinpad lock; without thinking, he starts inputting a bypass key… 

Dang… It’s a-

The door slides open, revealing Darwin at the helm of the ship. 

Darwin… why are you on a shi’ ar ship?