*The Unstandard* Warning: I sometimes crack wise. As you probably will understand :-) Standard Disclaimer: Part the First Marvel owns all of their characters: The whole Excalibur team and all the vilians. This fanfic is copyright 1997 to me, Benjamin Gibson, as opposed to "Me" another great writer. Fine, now I will put in my normal one, this is getting too boring. Standard Disclaimer: Part the Second. (For you legalists) I own absolutely no character who is a Marvel character. They belong to others. This story is copyright, 1997 to me, Benjamin Gibson, as opposed to the other "Me." - Oh, me, I haven't read your stories but I hear they're good. -This is a work of fiction, if any character resembles you, its not because I'm telepathic, it's just bad luck. (Or good luck it depends on your P.O.V.) Don't sue me, I'm only student, I have no job, nor money. Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. Psew! Now, on to the fun! Stan Lee *does not* proudly present (That's because it is a fanfic): Story Title: Rahne's Day: Chapter 2 Writer: B. Verl Gibson Artist, Colorist, et. al. : Your own imagination! Historical note: This takes place before the Asian episode where Brian ended up loosing his powers but sometime after the story arc in issue #100 or 101. Bastion is known about, but he isn't part of the story. Reading note I sometimes alternate between "_" and " * " for emphasis. If you get weird symbols because your server can't read them e-mail me and I'll quit. Anyway here it is, with my own version of a Splash Page: Rahne's Day: Chapter 2 - The Letter "Who's that envelope from? I don know... but I'm going to find out." Rahne opened it up to find a mail merged letter just for her and a few others on the team informing them of the new "Atrocity Museum." Then the addresses and backers were given. They saw a few Grays, a few with the first name of "Don", a Creed, various other supremacist names chopped up in other ways. Lastly, there was one whose last name was Fortress." "Strange I know of no "Fortress" with whom we've faced." "Rahne, perhaps it's a play on words. Bastion is a current enemy, and a "bastion" is a type of fortress... a last refuge so to speak." "I don know, why but I have to go there." "Are you out of your bloody mind? Or are you just wanting to help Brian indulge in some senseless violence?" "Both. I could use a good work out anyway." "But, he enjoys that only for a *short* time; though why I don't know. It must be aberrant male gene. Oh, gosh, you mean Cable & Brian were wrong about attacking people first and asking questions later? "Rahne, you are smart enough to realize theses things are unsafe, and contrary to Cable & Brian Braddock's view of the world, one should not knowingly walk into a trap." "Sun-Tzu? From 'The art of war?'" "No, Pete Wisdom on going out on a date." "That reminds me, when was your last one?" "Pete Wisdom? Date? Are you are out of your mind? We haven't been out on a date in... in... oh, let me see. Hmm... Yes, it actually was then. I take it back, Rahne, last Tuesday." "But then we faced the evil Selene. "Maybe Monday?" "Nah., we played shoots and ladders with Douglock." "How about two weeks before last Monday?" Rahne realizing that Kitty was right, attempted to simply say something to get her mind of it. "Nah, we fought Tangerine who came back from the parody of the alternate AOA psycho-universe." "Rahne, that sounded so bizarre I would've believed it if I hadn't remembered that Pete had taken me to that Irish pub, you know the one Moira got drunk in? "Again? Does she never learn? "Rahne, Pete would never be so dumb as to take *her* to a pub... he'd sooner make her smoke *his own* cigarettes." "Are those the scorched ones or the non-scorched?" Kitty decided to get back to the point. "Explain again to me why you have to go to a place that is surely a trap and is home to excessive amounts of: insane, boorish, or thoroughly rascist individuals?" "Because I need to see the culture of "Humanity," Rahne replied. "And if nothing else, if I wanted to ever ridicule a culture - for instance a dictatorship or *our* own - this would be a great place to get my material." "You want to be a writer, or just another satirist? What? I believe you're bordering on the lines of a psycho." She added mentally, [Even if the job is cool.] "This coming from a girl who fell in love with a man whose name is the same as your former boyfriend, and at least your first wasn't part of - unknowingly of course, but... - an insane government program which replaced one of your other boyfriends' work? You know, Kitty, I think you don't have the greatest taste in men somedays. Oh, and by the by aren't we all at one time or another?" Rahne's comments struck home, but she knew there was little point in attempting to go against what Moira had already approved - not to mention everybody on her team; especially a smoking sod filled man by the name of Peat Wisdom, to quote an anonymous teammate - why that was she didn't know, but... "Fine then, as friend to both leaders - past and present - of the team I shall pull what little influence - and rank - I have and demand that if you go - & you will I know it - you must meet a standard list of provisos." "Done." "First, you must check in with us every... hmm... 25 minutes on your CellFone - thanks to Forge- and meet with Kurt... every... 30 plus or minus a few minutes." "Kitty, I'm visiting a museum! You know, a place of culture; not a concentration camp. Let me repeat that, a place of culture; not a concentration camp." "It is still home to - and I quote myself even though you shouldn't - "excessive amounts of: insane, boorish, or thoroughly rascist individuals?" "Your point? Haven't you gone to worser places with Wisdom?" "So he lacks some of it, so what? We were saving the world." "And saving the world is different from finding out who our current enemy at this time?" "Yes." "Fine." "I *knew* you'd see it my way." She said emphasizing the second word just a tad too much. "And I *knew* you'd act like a know-it-all, and quite too motherly in fact." With that Rahne marched off. "Rahne! Hold up!" To be continued...