X-Men '97

Previously on X-Men...

Magneto just declared war on the whole planet.

His day ends one way.

- The brave always die first. - Logan.

This feud is over.

Jean...

It turns out the adamantium

was the tape keeping this banged up grunt together.

So much for home sweet home.

I don't know what you're planning, Logan, and frankly don't want to know.

But as a friend, you can't go after these guys alone.

- Don't worry your pretty feathers, Cap. - I got myself a crew.

Could even say I'm getting the old band back together.

So I pumped 210% efficiency into my right arm,

and I figure, that's more than enough juice

to pound through his thick skull, so I swing.

Boom! Boom!

But he doesn't go down. Can you believe it?

So instead, I introduce him to my other friends...

Pow! Pow! Pow!

Oh, he stayed down.

Stupid boys and stupid guns.

Got the real guns right here, lady.

Keep it friendly, friends. Remember why we're here.

Yeah. Excited to bury Dr. Cornelius

and the trash bags that made us mindless killing machines.

Oorah!

Just like old times, sir.

Band's back together.

Quite the crew you pulled together.

Where are we going?

My intel says Weapon X scum has a new lab conducting illegal experiments again.

Who better to stop them but the hit squad who hits hardest?

So to review,

Maverick and Kane are old Weapon X bosom buddies

you and Yuriko used to date, which...

Yeesh, thought you and Jean were unhealthy.

You and Sabretooth hate each other, can't seem to live without each other.

A classic "will they or won't they kill each other."

Can't wait to add to the memories.

Don't recall twisting your arm.

You tried a few puppy dog looks and...

What the hell's a puppy dog look?

An innocent gaze, dripping with subtextual guilt.

What's your deal, putty boy?

You got beef with Weapon X,

or are you just the hairy runt's little X-pet?

Only pet here is whatever that flea-riddled outfit of yours was

before it got road killed.

Don't you talk about my damn outfit.

Huh?

We're hit! We're hit!

Pull up! Pull up!

Hang on, everybody, hang on!

- We're going down! - Brace, brace, brace for impact!

Logan?

Logan!

Oh, man.

Logan? Anybody?

Status report?

I think I found our nasty culprit.

No match for a flock of birds.

Bodes well.

Let's find the rest of the team.

Huh?

Hmm? Hmm.

Ain't you glad I've always been better than you?

What happened to your pretty metal claws?

Don't worry about it.

Impossible.

The adamantium process cannot be reversed.

Ain't nobody's business but mine.

Nobody's business?

Stranded out here in the Arctic with a bunch of lying mercs and killers.

You damn well bet all your business is my business!

Hey, alphas.

Want to get back to our regularly scheduled programming,

courtesy of your mad scientist?

These creatures appear to be infected.

Perhaps a contagion.

Smell ain't right either.

Never smelled anything quite like this.

Hmm. Perimeter's been breached.

Looks like something went down.

Let's go.

Local wildlife must have busted their way inside.

Or clawed their way out.

Cornelius is around here somewhere.

Better find our punks before I start gutting something.

Uh, before we go gutting,

should we maybe pause

and figure out how we're getting back home?

Tackle one problem at a time.

We're here to do a job.

So the job's getting done first.

Maverick, what's this?

Life signs, six o'clock.

It's in the control room, above the hydrogen core.

Vitals fading.

Poor Tomo, so loyal.

Ew!

When Logan told me Graydon Creed was your kid, I couldn't see it,

but now... I can't unsee it.

Should've killed the little mistake when I had the chance.

Doesn't look like anyone made it.

Ah.

Stray dogs always slink back home

sooner or later. Ha!

Well, I'll be. Dr. Cornelius.

Thief! You perverted my father's work.

Whoa! Bad history, I get it. Theme of the day.

But the guy's unarmed, and he probably knows

how to get us out of here.

Hmm.

Professor Oyama's work, it's all junk.

Dead science, primitive.

Much like you mutants are to the queen.

Uh-uh.

Four-eyes is mine!

Did I miss one of your jokes?

Oh, great.

What the...

Maverick, behind you!

This doesn't look like local wildlife.

Get in here!

Hmm. Reports said something fishy was going on.

Guess they redacted the bits about the overgrown roaches.

You've basically smelled everything there is to smell on the planet, Logan.

What are those things?

Caught a whiff of something similar once.

But these are different.

Different from anything on this planet, at least.

Look at that, Yuriko.

Our second alien invasion.

Good news is, this bunker's laced was adamantium.

Should keep 'em off while we find another exit.

We gotta go deeper.

Are you dumb or crazy?

We need a way out.

Crazy is trying to outrun these bugs on foot.

Morph and I will push to the vehicle bay here.

Get some wheels.

But the bay doors ain't opening

until you clowns reboot the generators in the server room.

Deeper is our way out.

You weren't there after the crash.

Who's to say you didn't suck face with one of those things?

And now you're infected like Cornelius!

He could be under their thrall,

luring us into a trap.

Didn't see you after the crash either.

How do you know Wolverine was gone?

Were you watching us?

Maybe you're one of them.

Perhaps both are.

Look, there's a lot of dead lab coats around.

Is it too big a stretch to imagine Cornelius

injecting himself with alien DNA?

Hmm. No two X-Men go anywhere alone.

Tomo here comes with me.

Once Team X, always Team X, right?

Yeah, right.

Ah!

You never answered Creed's question on the helicopter.

What is your stake in our nightmare, Tomo?

What's up with this Tomo stuff?

Tomo is a magical shape-shifting fox, from Japanese legend.

A loyal sidekick to a heroic samurai.

There was nothing Tomo wouldn't do.