Post by Cory W. on Dec 28, 2014 15:29:47 GMT -5
In celebration of my return to New X-Men and the upcoming release of a new issue, I present to you... a preview.
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Six months ago…
Formerly a beautiful ocean side city espoused with the most advanced and sophisticated architecture of its time, Hammer Bay had become war ravaged in recent years beyond repair. Reconstruction was a complicated task as the island nation of Genosha possessed resources that were in flux at best and scarce at worst. The battered buildings and burnt out vehicles littering the streets were a somber reminder that war was always right around the corner for the world’s first mutant-led nation.
The woman known to some personally as Beatrice, but to others more professionally as Domino, raced across the city’s rooftops with a sniper rifle strapped to her back. A mutant herself, Domino had pale white skin and a black birthmark of sorts over her left eye, and the uncanny knack of being in the right place at the right time. She leapt from one building to the next, dropping some two dozen or so feet, but gracefully falling into a roll from which she recovered harmlessly into a sprint.
When she reached the end of the rooftop, Domino dropped to her knee and positioned her sniper rifle on the building’s ledge. Peering through its scope, she took aim at a rundown facility’s eastern wall. After a moment, the beeping on her wrist watch sped up rapidly.
“Any second now…” she mumbled to herself.
It was then the wall exploded in a bright ruby red blast, throwing several identical looking men in identical looking uniforms out of the building in the process. Debris such as bricks and mortar scattered among their unconscious bodies in a cloud of dust, obscuring their fallen forms.
“Bingo.”
When the dust cleared, a man with brown hair and a golden visor emerged from the gaping hole and scanned the area. Domino smiled and pressed the button on the radio piece in her ear.
“Scott Summers,” she said. “As I live and breathe. You’re late.”
The man shot a glance up to Domino, then sprinted across the debris and bodies several yards out into the open. He turned around to face the building and took a defensive position.
{{ Look alive, Domino! We’ve got incoming, }} he replied. {{ And don’t forget, it’s Cyclops in the field. }}
Domino grinned mischievously as she readied her rifle for the incoming assault.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
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Six months ago…
Formerly a beautiful ocean side city espoused with the most advanced and sophisticated architecture of its time, Hammer Bay had become war ravaged in recent years beyond repair. Reconstruction was a complicated task as the island nation of Genosha possessed resources that were in flux at best and scarce at worst. The battered buildings and burnt out vehicles littering the streets were a somber reminder that war was always right around the corner for the world’s first mutant-led nation.
The woman known to some personally as Beatrice, but to others more professionally as Domino, raced across the city’s rooftops with a sniper rifle strapped to her back. A mutant herself, Domino had pale white skin and a black birthmark of sorts over her left eye, and the uncanny knack of being in the right place at the right time. She leapt from one building to the next, dropping some two dozen or so feet, but gracefully falling into a roll from which she recovered harmlessly into a sprint.
When she reached the end of the rooftop, Domino dropped to her knee and positioned her sniper rifle on the building’s ledge. Peering through its scope, she took aim at a rundown facility’s eastern wall. After a moment, the beeping on her wrist watch sped up rapidly.
“Any second now…” she mumbled to herself.
It was then the wall exploded in a bright ruby red blast, throwing several identical looking men in identical looking uniforms out of the building in the process. Debris such as bricks and mortar scattered among their unconscious bodies in a cloud of dust, obscuring their fallen forms.
“Bingo.”
When the dust cleared, a man with brown hair and a golden visor emerged from the gaping hole and scanned the area. Domino smiled and pressed the button on the radio piece in her ear.
“Scott Summers,” she said. “As I live and breathe. You’re late.”
The man shot a glance up to Domino, then sprinted across the debris and bodies several yards out into the open. He turned around to face the building and took a defensive position.
{{ Look alive, Domino! We’ve got incoming, }} he replied. {{ And don’t forget, it’s Cyclops in the field. }}
Domino grinned mischievously as she readied her rifle for the incoming assault.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
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