X-men Supreme Issue 31: Memory Musings PREVIEW

Well after so many updates to the bios and pics area, it's time for the X-men Supreme fanfiction series to resume the core of it's awesome. I'm very excited about the upcoming issue. The previous issue, The Unstoppable Juggernaut, was potent entry of classic X-men action. It brought the infamous Juggernaut to this fanfiction series and introduced a less familiar face in John "Thunderbird" Proudstar. Juggernaut definitely got his share in the previous issue of X-men Supreme. In this upcoming issue, Thunderbird will get his. Don't expect it to be nearly as explosive as the previous issue, but this fanfiction series involves more than just action. There is an entire history to the universe that X-men Supreme takes place in. I haven't had time to flesh it out completely. Keep in mind issue 1 began long after the X-men were established. What happened before that? How did the X-men get to where they are now? Well this next issue will start to tell that story! Below is a brief preview to show what you can expect from this very important issue.

John laughed again as Logan took bigger gulps of his drink. He had to admit, Logan was a pretty swift drinker. As soon as he finished the bottle he slipped the bartender another round of bills. He was already looking at Logan strangely, but he didn’t get paid to judge. He got paid to serve drinks. Soon Logan had another bottle of whiskey in front of him.

“Tell me something, Proudstar, what makes a girl like Jeannie tick?” said Logan as he opened up the new bottle, “I was with her for months. We went out, talked, humped, all that crap. I learned a lot about her, but I never could quite figure her out.”

“Is that another reason why you’re here? To get some answers about Jean you weren’t able to get when you were together?” asked John.

“If you’re gonna start answering questions with more questions, then save me the trouble and just shut the hell up,” grumbled Logan.

“Take it easy, Logan. I’m still sore from the Juggernaut fight,” said John, “But I can’t say I blame you for wanting answers. I was with Jean for almost a year. And I’ve asked myself that same question many times before.”

“Let me guess, you had no better luck than I did,” Logan surmised.

“Seeing as how I’ve known her longer, I like to think I have some insight. But Jean’s a complicated woman with a complicated history. Everybody in the X-men is like that I guess. You and I are no exception.”

“Seeing as how I don’t know shit about you I’ll take your word for it.”

“But Jean Grey is special,” said John distantly, “I know we’re probably bias because we dated her, but she’s really something.”

“That she is,” sighed Logan, thinking back fondly to the good times he had with her.

“It’s amazing how far she’s come,” John continued to muse, “Kind of puts a lot of things into perspective.”

“Sounds like quite a story,” said Logan as he started gulping down more whiskey, “Care to share more?”

“Are you really interested or is that just the liquor talking?”

“It’s easier to get drunk when you got something else to listen to than the rest of these lowlifes,” he shrugged, “And unless you’re gonna tell me you got something else better to do, why the hell not?”

Logan had a way with words. John was starting to see why Jean hooked up with him. Turning back to his beer, he figured he might as well come out with it. It had been a while since he had anyone to talk to anyway, let alone share a beer with.

“Just warning you, it gets a bit complicated. And I don’t know how much you can understand when your drunk.”

“So try anyways. Think of it as a challenge.”

John smiled and shook his head. He finished his beer and signaled the bartender to get him another. This was going to be a long story. He might as well stock up.

“If you say so,” he sighed, “I’ll start from the beginning on the day I joined the institute."

The plans I have for this fanfiction series are still pretty extensive. The next issue will set the stage for a fresh arc that if you've kept track of the hints I've dropped, will be quite revealing! In the meantime I'll continue to work on upgrading this website. Just this past week, X-men Supreme saw the launch of it's own wiki site! Thanks to a very generous fan named Jenna, X-men Supreme has yet another medium in which it can grow. It's still new, but I hope to see it flourish as this website has.

I also hope to see more reviews come in for future issues of thsi fanfiction series. Again, there have been some very nice fans like rekkanoryo who have commented on multiple issues. I hope more are able to do so. Just know that I'm always willing to chat! Feel free to contact me at any time. Thank you all very much for your generous support. Stay tuned for more updates on the X-men Supreme fanfiction series. Until next time, take care and best wishes! Excelsior!

Jack

X-men Supreme Issue 8 PREVIEW

It's Friday everybody and you know what that means. X-men Supreme is set to grow again. The new issue, Date Night, is well on its way. This issue will mark the first multi-chapter story of this fanfiction series. So far I've only had issues that are essentially one-shots. They are singular self-contained stories. As the roster of X-men grows and the complexity of their task expands, more multi-part chapters will emerge. If you don't like to be left hanging, don't be too worried. I try to make sure all my updates occur regularly on a biweekly basis. If there is a delay I'll make sure it's for a very good reason.

But no worries this week! No delays should be necessary. Until the update, here's an extended preview of what you can expect with the upcoming Date Night arc.

Hank kept sifting through his data, not noticing Ororo drifting closer and closer to where he was sitting. She was listening to some of these startling revelations of his, but they were quickly lost in the complex jargon Hank coded them in. Even though she went to Grad school, her vocabulary was no match for his. But that was the last thing on her mind at the moment.

“Here’s one other peculiarity,” he went on, “There seems to be traces of an unknown foreign catalyst in his samples. It is unlike any catalyst I have ever observed before. I’ve gone over every possible source and near as I can tell there is no documented case of it occurring in nature.”

“Mmhmm,” said Ororo, not sounding as interested.

“The implications are perplexing. It could be the result of a new kind of mutation, an advanced new level of mutation, or maybe even a mutation that has been altered. Given what we know about the barbaric methods of Weapon X, there are a great many possibilities.”

“I’ll bet,” she said in a deeper tone.

“I’m not sure which it is. It may very well be a combination of factors. I suspect…”

Then he was suddenly cut off by the feeling of two powerful arms around his neck. Ororo was now leaning over him, skillfully running her hands through his thick fur. She was soft, yet firm. It was almost as if she was daring him to turn away from his work and focus on her instead. It helped that it felt good. It was the kind of gentle, soothing gesture he came to love from her. It was more than enough to stop him even when he was on an intellectual roll.

“What’s wrong? Lose your train of thought?” she teased.

“Well uh…it’s a bit difficult when one encounters certain distractions in his musings,” he said with a wry grin.

“Oh so now I’m a distraction?”

“Of course not! I didn’t mean that as a…”

“I know,” said Ororo, cutting him off, “Take it easy, Hank. I’m just trying to get your attention, that’s all.”

“Well you’ve got it. I don’t see how I can get on with my work when a beautiful woman is keeping me in such a state.”

“And what state is that? Would it be this by chance?”

Ororo leaned turned his head towards hers and gave him a deep kiss. Hank eagerly returned the gesture, pulling her onto his lap and slipping his arms around her waist. As exciting as his research was, there were equally exciting experiences with his girlfriend. Sometimes he just needed a reminder and Ororo was getting better at breaking him out of his shell.

“You know, everybody else is going out tonight,” said Ororo, “That means we have a nearly empty mansion all to ourselves. Do you really want to stay cooped up in here the whole time?”

Hank thought about it for a moment. There were any number of opportunities to seclude himself in his lab for these experiments. There may not be nearly as many opportunities to enjoy a quiet mansion with his beautiful girlfriend.