The hatch opens, I'm pulled in and I feel a gun put to the only part of my body that isn't covered in metal, my head.
"Don't move," said a voice from behind me "This gun'll blow your head off if you move a muscle, now turn around slowly."
I turn around, keeping my arms above my head.
"It doesn't seem to be armed," said a young man with a gun. He had brown hair and electric blue eyes. This was the first time I got a look at the room I was in. It seemed to be the cargo lounge for the ship. There were two other people on the ship. One was a red headed woman with blue eyes, the other was a girl with long brown hair and blond highlights. Neither of them were armed, but as I looked at them, some writing came across my vision, too fast for me to read it. Nothing came up when I looked at the guy with the gun. "But what is it? Where did it come from?"
"My name is Stephen Jones," I said, steadily, not wanting to startle anyone into shooting me "Until earlier today, I was just an accountant, nothing special."
"Nobody that could be missed," said the red head, her voice pitying "You've been used your whole life for this very purpose, to be turned into what you are now, a weapon for the machines, you've been set up for this from the start Stephen Jones."
The red head's voice sounded almost pitying. "Put your gun down, Nathan, if he had wanted to kill you, he would have done it by now."
The man, Nathan, didn't seem happy about it, but he lowered his gun.
"One wrong move, Jones," he said "And you're dead."
I nodded "Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on?"
"Ah wish we could," said the brown haired girl "But we're as stumped as you are."
As I looked at her, the writing came up next to her again
Name: Marie
Mutant Name: Rogue
Mutant Power: Absorption of life force through skin to skin contact. Absorption of other mutants powers, also by touch, flight.
Threat Level: Low
What do you do?