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  Riding a super jet through the sky, Nero, who was sitting at the cockpit with his legs over the dashboard, looked at Nigel, "I had no idea you could fly a pne."

  Nigel chuckled, "I am a man of many talents."

  Maria ehe cockpit, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I hope one of those talents includes making a smooth nding."

  Nero ughed, his golden eyes glinting with mischief. "Rex, Maria. Nigel’s got this. Besides, what’s the worst that could happen?"

  Nigel grimaced, gng at Nero’s feet on the dashboard. "Perhaps you could start by taking your feet off the trols, Boss. It would greatly reduce the risk of us crashing."

  Nero grinned, casually keeping his feet where they were. "e on, Nigel. Live a little."

  Diego’s voice echoed from the back, full of appreciation. "I must say, Warren sure knows how to gift. This jet is geous."

  Donald, leaning against the doorway, nodded. "It's not just pretty, Diego. It's funal. State-of-the-art teology, reinforced structure... we're practically flying a fortress."

  Sofia looking at the various ss said, "It's impressive, but we 't rely on just the jet. Our pn has to be foolproof."

  Anthony finally spoke up. "We've gone over the details a huimes. As long as we stick to the pn, we'll be fine. But let’s hear it o time, Nero."

  Nero’s expression turned serious. "Our destination is Cape Citadel, Florida. This mission is crucial. We ’t afford any mistakes." Fog on the flight path, he added. "Warren is already in Florida, waiting for nal."

  Sofia chuckled, "Is it true he didn't want to e with us until we proved we could fly this thing?"

  Nigel snorted. "He has no idea who I am."

  Maria patted his shoulder. "Sure, Nigel, sure."

  Nero shook his head with a smile. "When we arrive, we should have a couple of days before the events start. Then we will go acc to pn, but as I said, nothing is set in stone. Be prepared to improvise."

  The others nodded. Donald asked, "This is going to be gest gig ever. How fident are you?"

  hought for a while. "It won't be easy, but it is necessary for us. This event is important for many that will follow, and I don't want to be excluded from this premiere."

  Donald nodded with a smile. "That is enough for me." The others copied his smile. They trusted Nero, and if he said it was okay, then it was.

  Soon, they reached the army base a little outside of Florida. With Warren bag them, they had no problems and were soon escorted to a giant room where Warren was seated, drinking a ojito.

  "Ah, you are here," he greeted the gang as they entered.

  "fortable, Warren?" Nero asked, raising an eyebrow at the drink.

  Warren ughed, setting the gss down. "Just a little something to calm the nerves. You know how it is."

  Maria gnced around the room, taking in the luxurious surroundings. "Nice pce. Very... secure."

  "Security is paramount," Warren replied, his tourning serious. "Especially with what's ing."

  Nero smiled. "Don't worry, Warren. You'll swoop in, kick the bad guy, and bee a rich hero. Just the first of many that will follow soon."

  Warren raised an eyebrow, unsure of Nero's meaning but nodded heless. Nero began to outlihe pailing how Mago, the ambitious mutant leader, would soon attack Cape Citadel to expose the existenutants to the world. In respohe X-Men would arrive to ter him, resulting in a csh that would make global headlines and spark fear and hatred towards mutants.

  As Nero expined, his mind wao the insistencies in this world. Heroes like the Fantastic Four, who were essentially mutants, were celebrated, while others, like Mago's kind, faced relentless persecution. Why the double standard? His thoughts deepened, sidering the societal biases and underlying prejudices that drove such divisions.

  Maria broke the silence, her voice calm amidst their overthinking minds. "Our role is to trol the narrative. We o ehat when the dust settles, we're seen as the protectors, the ones who kept the chaos in check."

  "Exactly," Nero agreed, his gaze intense. "We'll leverage Warren's influend resources to shape public perception. Our as here will set the stage for future moves."

  The couple of days passed in a blur, as they trained with Warren to synize their efforts. When the signal rang throughout the base, the group left quickly and arrived at Cape Citadel just in time to see a rocket about to be unched.

  "I pulled a lot of strings to learn the exact timing of the unch," Warren remarked, his gaze fixed on Nero, who nodded and then poi a person hiding in the distahere, Angel saw a man wearing a helmet gazing at Cape Citadel with intense focus. To avoid Mago's dete, none of the group wore anythial except their rings. However, Vongs were immuo magism, as Nero had tested.

  Sofia stayed back at the base, supp them through her ptop, while the rest prepared for what was to e.

  Warren sed the area with binocurs and muttered, "That's him. Mago."

  Nero adjusted his earpied said, "We o be ready for anything. Stick to the pn, but be prepared to adapt."

  Warren watched ily as Mago floated above the unch site, his powers effortlessly dismantling the rocket’s inner ws. The unch was aborted, the rocket crashing harmlessly into the nearby water. Despite his desire to front the mutant, Warren knew he was not a fighter. Instead, he observed as the military personnel and NASA agents rushed out, quickly determining the sabotage had occurred before the unch.

  "Is this it? We just wait?" Warren asked, frustration evident in his voice.

  Nero nodded, maintaining his calm demeanor. "Mago will seize the base tomorrow. Our arrival today was to firm his preseomorrow, we'll be ready."

  The following day, headlines in the Daily Globe reported a "phantom saboteur" had thwarted yet another unch attempt, the tweh sut. The story spread quickly, causing ripples of fear and intrigue throughout the city. In the shadows of Cape Citadel, Nero and his crew prepared for the immi frontation.

  The base was a se of chaos as Mago’s powers wreaked havoc. ons fired erratically, tanks moved on their own, and soldiers scrambled for cover. Nero’s team watched from a safe distaheir expressions a mix of awe and .

  Mago hovered above the ground, his arms outstretched as he maniputed the metal around him with ease. He seemed almost serene amidst the destru he was causing.

  “Show-off,” Sofia muttered, her eyes fixed oallic dust f words in the sky that read "Surrehe base or I'll take it by force. - Mago."

  As the missile unched, Donald sighed. “There goes any hope of a peaceful resolution.”

  Nero’s eyes narrowed as he watched Mago stride fidently into the base. “We o move. We ’t let him gain plete trol.”

  Maria g him, her voice steady despite the tension. “Any ge, Nero?”

  ook a deep breath, his mind focused. "We stick to the inal strategy. We'll wait until this hits the media, then Donald will use the Lightning Ring to reduce Mago's trol over his magism. Nigel will engage him until the X-Men arrive. After that, we'll finish Mago off with Warren dealing the final blow, making sure the cameras catch everything."

  Maria nodded. "Timing is crucial. We o make sure we strike when the media frenzy is at its peak."

  Donald adjusted his grip on his e. "I'll be ready. Just give the signal, and I'll disrupt his power."

  Anthony quoted softly, "The best-id pns of mid men often go awry. Let's make sure ours doesn't."

  Nero smirked. "Good. Let's show them what we're capable of."

  Reporters soon arrived, ensuring they kept a safe distance. Mago used his power to take trol of the first helicopter, causing it to crash dramatically to demonstrate his might. As the media crews scrambled to capture the se, Mago floated into the sky, his voiing across the area.

  "The new age of humanity has begun. A superior race is born. Behold, before you stands a Homo Superior, the step in evolution."

  Nero's crew, now wearing wooden masks to ceal their identities, observed from a hidden vantage point. Maria tightened her grip on Nero's arm. "He's not holding back, is he?"

  Diego, adjusting his mask, whispered, "We o stay on track. Disruption phase, Donald."

  Donald nodded, gripping his e tightly. "On it."

  Nero gave a slight nod. "Remember, oal is to destabilize and then withdraw. We let the X-Men take the stage."

  Mago tinued his speech, creating a spectacle with metal debris swirling around him. "Humans have oppressed us for too long. Today, we rise!"

  Donald positioned himself strategically, hidden from Mago's view. He activated his Lightning Ring, sending a trolled burst of electricity towards Mago, subtly disrupting his trol over the metal. The debris wobbled in the air, and Mago's expression tightened with tration.

  "Now, Nigel," Nero anded.

  Nigel, only ohout a mask, using his honed bat skills, unched a coorditack, aiming to keep Mago occupied. He darted through the chaos, his movements swift and precise. The reporters, still focused on Mago, began capturing the unfolding battle.

  Nero looked at Nigel and turo Diego, "Take your crew and steer the narrative."

  Diego nodded and quickly moved towards the media as Maria used her ring to shift his face, apanied by a group of people. He arrived just in time to hear a reporter speg on Mago's as.

  Diego raised his voice, ensuring he sounded natural and impassioned. "Mago doesn't represent all Neogenes! Just like a single criminal doesn't represent all of humanity. He's ag alone, not on behalf of any group!"

  A reporter turned her microphoowards Diego. "Do you think Mago's as will lead to more fear and hatred towards Neogenes?"

  Diego sighed, shaking his head. "Unfortunately, that's possible. But it's important to remember that individuals like him are the exception, not the rule. There are many Neogenes out there who just want to live peaceful lives, tributing positively to society."

  Meanwhile, Nigel engaged Mago in battle. Nigel dodged and tered Mago's metal projectiles with precision. The fight was intehe air crag with energy as metal cshed against force fields created by Nigel's Haki.

  Mago sneered, lifting a rge pieetal with a flick of his wrist. "You think you stop me? You're just a puppet, fighting for humans who will never accept you."

  Nigel's eyes narrowed, his voice steady. "I'm fighting for bance, for a world where we coexist without fear. Your methods will only bring more chaos."

  As the battle raged on, Diego tio sublic opinion. He poio Nigel. "Look at him! A Neogene fighting to protect the very people Maghreatens. This is the true spirit of our kind—ce, iy, and the will to do what's right."

  A bystander, intrigued by Diego's words, asked, "Who is that guy fighting Mago?"

  Diego smiled, his charm evident. "That's Cloud, another Neogene. He's proof that we're not defined by the as of a few. We're individuals, each with our own values and choices."

  The urmured in agreement, the fear and suspi in their eyes beginning to fade. Nigel, sensing the shift in public perception, intensified his efforts. He used his Observation Haki to predict Mago's movements, striking with calcuted precision.

  Mago growled, frustrated by Nigel's resilience. "You're wasting your potential, aligning yourself with these humans. They will never see you as one of their own."

  Nigel's response was calm but firm. "It's not about being seen as one of them. It's about creating a world where we all live in harmony."

  Nero, watg the battle from a distance, khey were on the right track. He turo Anthony, who had been silently . "Anthony, let's get ready to move. We o ehe X-Men arrive at the perfeent."

  Sofia reported from the base. "I've mao hato the media feeds. We're broadcasting this live. The world is seeing Nigel's bravery and Mago's tyranny."

  Donald added, "This is a crucial moment. The narrative we set now will influence public opinion for years to e."

  Ba the battlefield, Nigel and Mago cshed fiercely. Nigel's abilities and Haki was keeping him oep ahead, but it was clear he was not aiming to defeat Mago alone. He was buying time, creating a spectacle that would draw the X-Men into the fray at the most opportune moment.

  Mago, sensing the impending arrival of more oppos, intensified his attacks, but Nigel's resilience held strong. As the battle reached its peak, the sound of a jet engine roared overhead. The X-Men had arrived, and the tide was about to turn.

  Nigel, gng up, allowed himself a brief smile before renewing his efforts. "The cavalry has arrived. Let's finish this."

  With the X-Men joining the fight, the battle against Mago became a symbol of unity and hope. Diego's words and Nigel's as had id the groundwork for a new narrative—one where Neogenes were seen as allies, not threats.

  As the X-Me desded, it revealed its small but formidable team. At the forefront, Cyclops emerged, his visleaming with the promise of his powerful optic bsts. Beside him, Wolverine’s cws gleamed menagly, his gaze sharp and focused. Behind them, a blind girl moved with surprising fide was Toph, whose earthbending senses made her acutely aware of her surroundings. pleting the team was Sokka, who now wielded a fme sword with telekiic abilities granted by Nero.

  Nero, from a distauro Warren. "Get ready, and remember to smile for the cameras."

  Warren nodded, adjusting his feathers and trying to look calm despite the looming battle.

  As the X-Men approached, Mago’s attention shifted to the new arrivals. Cyclops wasted no time, firing a precise optic bst that Mago narrowly deflected with a sheet of metal. Wolverine charged in, cws sshing through Mago’s barriers with a feral iy.

  Toph maniputed the grouh Mago, causing tremors and disruptions to throw off his tration. Sokka, with his fme sword, provided agile support, telekiically direg his strikes with surprising accuracy.

  Mago, though powerful, found himself momentarily overwhelmed by the coordinated assault. His magitrol wavered uhe bined pressure, giving he opening he needed. Nigel darted in, using his Haki-enhanced speed and precision to strike at Mago’s oints.

  Cyclops barked orders, "Wolverine, left fnk! Toph, keep those tremors ing! Sokka, aim for his helmet!"

  Wolverine snarled as he leaped to the left, sshing at the metal projectiles Mago hurled. Toph stomped her foot, sending seismic waves that kept Mago unsteady. Sokka, his fme sword bzing, unched a strike towards Mago’s helmetl.

  Nero's pn was simple. As he watched, he saw Nigel positioning himself with the help of Observation Haki. Nigel darted nimbly, avoidiallic projectiles that Mago hurled at him. In the chaos, Cyclops and Wolverine found themselves dodging the errant debris, their coordination momentarily disrupted by the iy of the battle.

  Toph and Sokka, both inally summoned by Nero, feigned injuries at the perfeent, drawing Mago's attention and causing the media to gasp. Toph colpsed, clutg her side, while Sokka staggered back, his fme sword flickering.

  Diego murmured, "Is there no hope?" His voice echoed the growing despair of the crowd.

  Mago, sensing victory, floated higher, his arms raised triumphantly. "Behold, humans! The new era begins now!"

  The media watched with bated breath, cameras focused on every move. Nero signaled Donald, who ched his Ring of Lightning. At the precise moment, Donald unleashed a surge of electricity, synizing it with Warren's attack. Warren swooped in from the heavens, his wings glowing with ahereal light of lightning, diving towards Mago with blinding speed.

  The spectacle was breathtaking. To the viewers and media, it looked like a diviervention, a bolt of heavenly lightning striking Mago down. Warren's final blow was captured perfectly on camera, his figure radiant against the dark sky.

  "Did you see that?" oer excimed. "It’s as if the hand of God punished Mago!"

  Mago, stunned and weakened, fell to the ground, struggling to maintain his posure. Warren nded gracefully, his feathers ruffling as he stood o, the embodiment of a guardian angel.

  Nero, watg from the sidelines, smirked. The pn had worked fwlessly. By using Donald's Lightning Ring to enhance Warren's attack, they created the illusion of diviribution.

  Just at that moment, Warren looked at Mago and said, "Yn of terror ends here, Mago. It's time for a new era—one where we proteot destroy."

  Mago sneered, struggling to stand. "You think you stop me? I am the future of our kind!"

  Warren's gaze was steady, unwavering. "Not if your future is built on fear and hatred. You will face justice."

  Mago, despite his weakeate, sneered up at Warren. “Justice? From a mere puppet?”

  Warren stood tall, unfazed. “Not a puppet. An angel of retribution.” He fred his wings, the light refleg off the white feathers, creating ahereal glow.

  The media captured every word, and the image of Warren standing tall over a defeated Mago began to flood the news outlets. The narrative was shifting, and the public perception of mutants was starting to ge.

  Nero observed the se with satisfa. He turo his team. “We’ve set the stage. Now we let the X-Men take over and ehe story spreads.”

  Anthony nodded. “We should make our exit before we attract more attention.”

  Maria agreed. “We’ve done our part. The media will hahe rest.”

  Nero smirked. “Good. Let’s get out of here. Sofia is waiting.”

  They moved swiftly, avoiding the main pathways and using their intimate knowledge of the base to evade dete. As they reached the exit, Donald gnced back at the se of chaos and flict as Nigel joihem. “You think this will really ge anything?”

  Nero, his golden eyes refleg the distant fmes, replied, “It’s a start. Public perception is powerful. If they see us as protectors, it gives us leverage.”

  They piled into the jet and the engine purred to life. “How was it, I saw the news, but it should still be better to watch with your own eyes?” Sofia's voice chimed in.

  “Better than expected, Sofia,” Nero smiled, leaning ba his seat as the jet sped away from the chaos.

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