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An alien race calling themselves the Kh'thon descend upon the planet, announcing that they are the former occupants and rightful owners of Earth. The evidence they present is startling: Their ships are manned by Homo sapiens, supposedly descendants of human beings who served the Kh'thon on Earth countless millennia ago. And their will is enforced by the Exemplar, humans augmented with a dizzying array of powers, each the match of any one of the X-Men. The Kh'thon claim that they are responsible for the creation of the x-gene, devised so that they could breed whatever traits or abilities they required of their servants. And now they've returned to take back what they believe is rightfully theirs: the planet Earth, and everyone living on it.
It is up to Wolverine, Kitty Pryde, Nightcrawler, and the rest of the X-Men -- working in conjunction with Scott Summers, currently a member of X-Force -- to find a way to repel the Kh'thon before humans and mutants alike are enslaved by alien masters....
作者简介 Chris Roberson is the author of many original and media tie-in novels. This is his first Star Trek publication.
文摘 Chapter One
This wasn't the slums, or the war-torn streets of some distant city, or a savage and distant land. This was Manhattan, Park Avenue to be precise, somewhere in the upper seventies. Kitty Pryde knew it as one of the swankiest neighborhoods in the city, perhaps even
the world, but on this moonless night, the streets strangely empty of vehicles and pedestrians alike, the shadows pooling under every awning and around every door, she felt an inescapable sense of menace.
For the moment, it seemed that the world consisted of nothing but Kitty and the buildings towering on either side. But she knew that was too good to last.
As if in response to her thoughts, a pair of street thugs emerged from the shadows. They looked like rejects from The Warriors or a Street Fighter arcade game, one of them done up like a B-movie Indian with Mohawk, face paint, and feathers, the other in a battered top hat and tattered tails.
The Mohawk carried a hunting knife, whose blade glinted dully in the low light, while the top hat swung a Louisville Slugger like a batter approaching the plate.
"How do, Chicken Little?" said the Mohawk in a rasping voice. "Ready to have some fun?"
"What's the matter?" Kitty asked, crossing her arms over her chest. "You guys get lost on the way to a Village People tribute?"
"You hear that, Robbo?" the Mohawk said to the top hat. "Chicken Little thinks she's a comedian."
Robbo, the top hat, snickered like a dutiful sidekick, but said nothing.
Kitty sighed, and shook her head. "That doesn't even make any sense, you know. Chicken Little? Since when have I worried about the sky falling?"
"Oh," the Mohawk said, dramatically, "it's gonna fall."
Kitty rolled her eyes. "You need to work on the script a bit. If this is the best you can do, well, it's just embarrassing." She motioned to the two street thugs. "Come on, let's get this over with."
As the pair
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