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[b]Charles Xavier’s School for the Gifted[/b][/center]

[i]“Why can’t I remember? Why can’t I remember anything?”[/i] 

The mind of M’gann M’orzz was in a fit of anxiety as the young girl sat on a bench in the courtyard of the massive estate of Charles Xavier. The female Martian was still trying to grasp all of everything that had been told to her and considering that included her being one of two known survivors of the Martian genocide by the Kryptonian Empire. The words of J’onn J’onzz felt hollow to her even though she knew them to be true, this of course due to her not knowing the Martian before the genocide and losing a lot of her Martian memories. Had her awakening centuries later amongst hostile aliens been the reason for the fit of amnesia or was there something more technical like the stasis she had been put in corrupting her memory due to the chemicals as well as the longevity? She wasn’t sure, but she knew that she didn’t like it.

Her “guardian” had suggested and implemented her here to this ‘school for the gifted’, but she was neither mutant nor human—so how could she learn from them or feel comfortable here? Perhaps it was because these human mutant subspecies people had been persecuted as well? How could they even understand what she had gone through? M’gann had been plunged away from her homeworld during a genocide she barely remembered, thrown into a gladiatorial ghetto where she had almost experienced the worst of alienkind, and thrown on a world that would never connect with her on the same level. 

So here she was too scared and alone amongst a group she didn’t connect with. So afraid she disguised herself as one of them. 

“You’ll be fine, kid.”

The Martian girl’s eyes fluttered out of her deep thought and opened to a familiar voice. [b]“Oh, it is you, Howard. I am… surprised to see you observing me still.”[/b]

“Well, that other Martian isn’t doing such a good job.” Howard commented matter-of-factly. 

M’gann felt the anthropomorphic duck was the only one there to look after her and he had been one who did it without question or request. M’gann wasn’t sure if she saw him as a father figure or what—but he had experienced similar genocide of his species so they shared in that. 

[b]“I suppose not. I don’t know what I can do here.”[/b]

“Well as far as these chuckleheads know, you and me—we’re mutants on the run from the big bad anti-muties.”

M’gann frowned as she adverted her eyes, [b]“Is that not words of deceit?”[/b]

“Well, if they knew we were aliens—maybe they would still help, but this is like… making sure you are safe. It’s why I tagged along, right?”

[b]“…but you do not have any ‘powers’, correct?”[/b]

“Who needs powers with Quak-Fu?”

[b]“Howard, you are most humorous.”[/b] M’gann said as a smile rose from her lips.

“That’s another thing—you are going need to work on your… dialogue.”

[b]“Is there something wrong with how I speak?”[/b]

“…it’s just weird.”

[b]“Howard, you are hardly the standard of life on this planet.”[/b]

“…point taken.” Howard half-laughed as he shuffled his hands in his pockets. “Let’s get inside and talk to Xavier, he’s expecting us.”

[b]“Right.”[/b]