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 Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 1:07 pm
This Is Not Our Father's Flight The remains of the Canadian superhero team base. It was destroy by some mystically force, when the Shaman of that universe died. Currently all active has been taken place in an underground facility.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 3:32 pm
  Walking in the dim light hallways. A low click clack click clack sound was heard approaching a room, which shone the brightest.What had become of Alpha Flight, the Canadian team . They had been through so much, most of the team had died a few years back when Micheal Shooter was being possessed by the Collective. The team still came back through Omega Flight. Then it was disband yet again and still came back with the members that had been killed by Micheal Shooter. Inside this room that shone so bright was a holographic computer. As the person came into light it appeared to be John Shuryo, one of the last of Alpha Flight.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 6:56 pm
This was important,every frickin dang action he took counted,mattered. It wasn't something that he should decide, or let alone do.He had no idea what it meant or let on alone would do.He barely remember what Alpha Flight was, the file records in the computers. He remembered his name, his allies sort of, who was a little, but he had no idea really was going on. He remember the names of people, who they were, but who they associated with nothing at all. He knew Alpha Flight was family though, the only true member he remembers. Now looking with at this screen,John had to make a choice. Either call this supposedly group call X-Men or stay and wait out even longer as his food slowly rotted away. The file on these 'X-Men' wasn't even in the records, most likely destroyed. This was indeed important.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 10:17 pm
John stared at the name for a good five minutes and decide what must be done. He clicked the name and a signal went out to X-Men HQ. Where ever that was, or is. Speaking into the mic, John rose his voice,"Hello is anyone there?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 7:03 am
Unsure how this was going, John started to think of a dream he had. The one where it felt so real, but so horrifying in the process. Visualizing it, John poof into a shower of blue dust.
( Exit to Hell)
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