WELCOME TO NEXUS.

[XxWolverine]

Within the void in his head, certain images were forming as the strange voice whispered in his ear. The stranger's warm breath tickled Logan's ear, but it barely registered in his mind as a bed formed in the darkness of his thoughts. Strips of leather cut deep into his wrists, ankles, neck and waist. A strange, porcupine-like helmet attached to his head, welded out of glass and plastic conformed to wrap around his skull. The words were making him "remember" his past time in Weapon X, where things were more crude and less technologically advanced. The sudden sensation of knowing he lost against them caused him to become angry.

But... destroyed his... life? Who destroyed his life? Weapon X? Someone else? The hole was left gaping open, waiting for an answer, but the voice continued on. His... son? He left his son to die? His son was here to save him? The amount of confusion that was attempting to fill the gap was too fractured to make a coherent memory in its place. Weapon X had only blocked out the last week or month or three--that was what the memories were going to fill. The psychologists were going to make it out Logan went to Weapon X to heal his animalistic appearance. This was not what was going on.

Logan was being forced to think he impregnated a woman, killed her, left his son to die all in a span of... at the most three months? Whoever this voice was speaking about, Logan didn't have a lick of a clue as to whom this Romulus was. Not even a vague image showed; it was just a name floating with the confusing words that his mind couldn't make sense of. But that wasn't the best part. Now he was being ordered to do things like he was hypnotized. Funny, this act. Just another person trying to make him into a weapon.

Logan mentally rolled his eyes. He then realized he actually mentally rolled his eyes. He had come to, mind aware but body heavy, eyes still closed. Though he barely remembered what he heard outside of being captured by Weapon X, there wasn't a strong sense of... guilt as he opened his blue eyes. The florescent lighting blinded him for a moment, but as his eyes focused, the only emotion stirring within was unquestionable pity. As he stared at the figure sitting in a chair beside him, it was pity mixed with an explosive amount of snark that Logan didn't understand. Squinting, he tried to get up, only to realize he was bound in place. Grunting, his voice was hoarse, but he managed to speak.

"No idea who the hell you are. But I've got four words for you." He really didn't know why the sensation of saying these four words overcame him. There was still a black hole in his head that was as barren as the void in space. The only true memory he had was being strapped down to a table with no recollection as to why. He wasn't even sure where he was at. But... "Are you friggin' stupid?" There was an incredible amount of focus trying not to roll his eyes at the figure. The confusion that welled up in his head when Daken was speaking had turned into Logan figuring out someone was telling him something that couldn't have possibly happened. That in turn made him think the voice was an idiot and not worth his time. Since he couldn't remember any of that, all that was left was the lingering feeling of the snark that had swelled up.

But that was quickly dissipating.

"This Weapon X?" If so... "Cozy place. I like it." When it crumbled.

[MissB]

Daken simply listened calmly as Wolverine finally spoke. If his words had no effect on his father whatsoever, he'd make sure he'd get to him some other way. He was a patient man with plenty of time ahead of him. The insult simply didn't seem to phase him whatsoever. Instead, he said no words.

Claws popped forward instead, very similar to Logan's, but not quite identical, and cutting the Wolverine's restraints. He didn't seem to care much whether his razor-sharp bone claws were touching flesh or not. His aim was quick and to the point: he'd free his father, and then let the mayhem begin. The helmet attached to his head was sliced in two without even a single contact with Logan's skull. He was trained to be precise, utterly precise when he had to. And while perhaps his precision on the rest of Logan's restraints weren't as spot-on as the one that removed the helmet, it still showed he was actually fairly conscious of what he was doing.

"Weapon X, again," he said, then a small pause and a very small smirk curved his lips, almost barely there. "Father."

Tilting his head to the side, Daken inspected the bed for a moment, as if looking for anything else he'd have to disable in order to free the short feral mutant. "They captured you, and they were going to brainwash you again. Luckily for you, I am here."

Or maybe not. At this point, Daken didn't care much. "If you want to bring this place to the ground, as I believe you might, you won't be doing it alone." He frowned a little. "Besides, I have a score to settle with them as well. More than one, actually. This is just the beginning."

And then, walking calmly away to allow Logan the space to readjust to his again newly-found freedom, he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. Soon enough the whole place would crumble. They'd all die. But for now, he'd wait.

[XxWolverine]

Claws. Did everyone have claws nowadays? It seemed every few months, POP went another series of claws. Logan let the lingering question as to where he was at again stay silent, but he had a funny feeling he already knew. There weren't too many tables that could hold him down. His clothes were stripped off; he had a blanket around his lower torso. He could feel something funny going on his head as if he had been poked or something. Wherever he was at, this place had money, and Logan assumed they knew what they were doing.

The kid confirmed it. Weapon X. A deep seeded anger threatened to emerge, but he stuffed it down as Logan sat up, rubbing his wrists and chest. No guards, huh? Fancy that. There was a faint scent of blood, but Logan couldn't place where. And brainwash him? Again? That's funny; Logan remembered everything. Almost. There was still a gaping hole that was filled with a lot of nonsense, but he still remembered the majority of everything he already knew before. How did he get here anyways? He couldn't see himself willingly being captured. What use did Weapon X have in erasing that portion of his memory?

Unless they finally figured out the formula in taking him down. If so, they wouldn't want him to remember what happened, not when he could act against it. The thought brought about a grim line to his lips.

The kid kept talking, assuming this and that as if Logan was going to play along. Screw this kid. While he knew the stranger wasn't lying about being at Weapon X, no facility would let someone like him walk around so at ease. This was a set-up, a trap, something. Logan wasn't going to fall for it, but he was going to take the act of freedom given to him. Cracking his neck and swinging his legs to the lip of the table, he felt heavy again. He remembered feeling lighter before everything in his mind disappeared. He also remembered looking more... feral.

He walked off the table, letting the blanket slide off of him, and walked to the nearest reflective surface. A tray, of all things, wiped clean and sanitized. Logan looked down at his distorted form and realized he looked like his old self. Did that mean...? Snikt. It meant exactly what he thought it did. Damn them.

"You smell like 'em." Weapon X always had a scent that he'd never forget. The kid had that scent--strong yet diluted. Maybe he was around some guards or workers, or maybe he wasn't. Either way, Logan wasn't in the mood to figure out if the kid could be trusted or not. "We're goin' separate ways. You can take 'em down yerself." Logan smiled. "I ain't." In a flurry of a white blanket snatched in his grasp with the speed and grace of a trained hunter, he darted out of the room and down the hall, using his senses to guide him.

The slap of his bare feet echoed in his wake.

[MissB]

There he was. The Wolverine that Daken had been told about growing up. All the stories that he had been told, over and over again. He couldn't help but grin a little. This was more what he had been expecting, in a very strange, peculiar way. He hated it, yet he appreciated it. He loathed it yet he admired it.

Twisted feelings from a mind that had been forged for too many years. And that was now free, and simply thinking for himself for a change. He had goals. He wouldn't stop until he reached them. Until he got what he wanted.

"You smell like 'em."

"Not any more than you do." The reply went quick and to the point. And it was true. Daken was part of Weapon X as much as Wolverine was. And right now, not much at all. He wasn't there to cooperate with them. He wasn't there to be their 'pals'. He was there to bring them all to the ground, again. Yet, when he thought that his father would cooperate, that he'd wish the same, he surprised him.

"We're goin' separate ways. You can take 'em down yerself." Logan smiled. "I ain't."

An eyebrow was raised and the blue-eyed man tilted his head to the side. "Do you mean you don't really wish to destroy them? After what they've done to you? Not only once, but twice?" There was a hint of real wonder in Daken's voice. Was the Wolverine that merciful? That wasn't what he had heard of him. "I've been taught that mercy is the weapon of fools. Yet I've also been taught that you were not a merciful man. That you delivered your revenge with cold steel. That you killed an entire facility when you were first brought in. That you weren't merciful to any of them simply because they deserved no mercy from you."

Narrowed blue eyes stared as he followed Logan out. "So what makes you be merciful now?"

[XxWolverine]

Logan stopped mid-stride. His instincts told him to keep going, to get out of the foul smelling facility, but he halted looking over his bare shoulder at the kid. He listened to every word spoken, curious how the younger one knew so much about his first time encountering Weapon X. Logan's initial suspicions that something wasn't right was beginning to come back. Still no guards; still no resistance. Was Logan "escaping" a calculated plan with the kid having some part in it? Maybe that was why the one who freed him was surprised. Logan truly had no intentions of fighting. Not this time.

"No one said I was merciful." Logan smiled, the tips of his canines flashing. With that last impression, he ran off, using his sense of smell to track where he needed to go. It was different this time, more confusing and more advanced than what he was expecting. But still, that didn't keep the myriad of smells out of the halls the closer he got to the cells. Every scent had a lingering smell of ammonia and disinfectant, much like a hospital room. But he reached a point where the clean smell was replaced with dirty.

Body odor, blood, sweat, fear, it all coalesced into a tornado of stenches Logan knew. He was getting closer then, sliding to a halt on his bare feet as his claws tore into a security panel. Electricity lanced up his arm, forgetting momentarily he was now a living conduit. Shaking his head to rid himself of the after-effects, the door slid open in a flurry of sparks, and there they were, in a row of cells, the other weapons of the facility.

"Well then, bubs. Show 'em whose boss."

One by one the energy fields faded around the cells as the captured ones hesitantly took a step forward. Logan didn't recognize them--couldn't tell if they were man, mutant, or beast. He only knew they were captured, now freed, and understood the burning passion in their hearts that was dying to raze this place to the ground. Some had to have the passion unlocked, but once it was coaxed out, they were ready to fight.

Alarms blared, footsteps raced, but Logan was gone again, leaving the prisoners to their own devices. He gave them freedom. It was now their time to fight for it further. The kid was surprised Logan showed mercy? There was no mercy, only hope--hope these prisoners would destroy this facility once and for all.

That is, until Logan disappeared completely.

tbc: Wolverine - Extraterrestrial // In The End

[MissB]

"No one said I was merciful."

Daken's eyebrow shot up. The smile there confirmed part of what he knew about this man that happened to be his father. It matched the accounts of his deeds, good and bad, and all the legends that were behind the man known as Wolverine. Still, it surprised him that he would rather leave his captors alive than destroying them again. But before any further questions could come out of the younger feral's lips, his father ran off, and he pondered whether to follow him or not.

And the curiosity, that pesky little thing called curiosity, made him follow. He didn't do much though, he wanted to watch, watch what his father's intentions were, what he wanted to do, where he were headed. If he weren't going to fight his way out, then what? What was in that peculiar mind of his?

When he reached to the control panel, then Daken understood. And the fact he had absolutely no regard about the jolt of electricity that would have given him a body shock made him believe that he had the noble intentions of freeing the prisoners. Noble, indeed, because Daken would simply have brought the whole building down regardless who was in it.

He watched though, and as the prisoners went out, he had a part to play. "The building is clear, I've cleared most of it. Front still has guards and the scientists are still roaming." His were just brief instructions to those that Logan had just freed. Not that he gave a damn. But if they were going to be the ones tearing the place apart - if he caught the strategy on his father's actions as he thought he did,- he might as well give them instructions on how to do so.

But if Logan wasn't going to fight... then just what the hell was he planning on doing? That alone made Daken stick around. If only to figure that man he called father out.

Until he decided he no longer cared.

EXIT DAKEN