Dorian knew his prolonged absense was going to be questioned sooner or later. The details would be revealed sooner or later, but now was not the time.

He removed his hood, and spoke: "I shall tell you everything in due time, Syn, but right now we need to focus on the current mission. I have been informed of your progress from sources I shall remain unnamed, and I must say I am delighted at how well things seem to be going. Now tell me, what is it that troubles you?"

Dorian's response was more pleasnat than Syn was expecting, but then she was still trying to figure the man out. "We're in a bit of a pause as it were. We're unsure of what direction to go next. We have suspitions of an X-Men investigation so we have an idea that we're being watched." Syn looked at the other members for a moment. "We would like to know what your full out plans are. I for one think we have reached that time for you to tell us."

Calley was pretty sure he lost one of his nine lives when the door crashed open. Since he was also pretty sure the "nine lives" thing only applied to real cats, he was amazed to find that he still had a heartbeat. Sometime in that first split-second he'd bolted to the far corner of the room by the screen. Currently, he was hissing cat obscenities at the newcomer. This was just a further sign that his heart attack had been non-fatal.

So this was the Dorian guy? Calley stalked back to Isabel's chair, and leaped up on her lap. He glared over the table at the man in the ominous garb who liked to make melodramatic entrances. Calley made it a point to memorize and thoroughly dislike anyone who made his fur stand all on end. Just look at him--he looked ridiculous. Like he'd been thrown in a drier.

If Isabel and Santa Abyss were his favorite people in the world, Darth Dorian there had just topped the list of his most strongly supremely vehemently disliked.

Glare.

"My plan..."
Syn was right, the Order had been blindly following him from the very beginning He had taken their unquestioning loyalty for granted. But how much did they really need to know, he wondered.
"Well," Dorian strolled around in front of the group, "as you all know, our cause is to push for the freedom of mutant kind and to end the tyranical rule of non-mutants. Of course, non-mutants outnumber our kind greatly, so force will be key in winning this war. However, even with our combined abilities, non-mutants still have the combined firepower to come out the victors. So what are we to do?"

Dorian waited momentarily for a suggestion. Hearing none, he continued.

"We must take the fight to a political level."

This statement was met with mixed looks of confusion and curiosity.

Kaz thought he heard someone walking towards the room, though it was only once Dorian had come to the last stretch of the hall, that he was sure. In time with Dorian's hard steps, Kaz began to tap his cane on the ground, *Thump, thump, thump, thump*. When Dorian reached the Doors, Kaz popped the sword out of the sheath, letting it fly straight up, coming out fully. When the door slammed open and thunked against the wall, the sword slipped back into the sheath in time. As Dorian walked into the room, Kaz was holding his cane in the air, the cobra head facing the man. "Speak of the Devil." Kaz said with a smirk in his voice and on his face. When he saw Dorian, he gave a small laugh, as the man had his face covered similar to himself, only the lower half of their faces showing. Chuckling softly as the cat scurried to the corner of the room, hissing at Dorian like the man would come end one of its nine lives.

Kaz sat silently listening to Dorian and Syn. Slightly sneering when 'political' was said. "Not much room in a political war for the crash and smash types here." He was speaking about himself and Abyss, as he looked toward the large man. "No offense Dorian, but I figured we'd be doing something different than the XMen." Pulling his hood down to expose his face, silver hair now short and sticking up in thick spikes. "We know they've been trying that for how many years? Look how far they've got. Not far. So what, there are mutants in the government. OOoooh, wow, big f-ing deal. If we think back, who got close to achieving our goal. Magneto, master of magnetism. He failed, why? The XMen. If we're really going the political level, I think we should do both, front line and political."

Fully sneering as he mentioned the group. "It took you this long to tell us your plan, and I have no doubt you're still holding out on us. So how about telling us everything? Might make it easier for us. So if we're separated like we have been recently, we can still act and move, making the decisions that won't set us back." As he spoke a small kunai had appeared in his hand, he began spinning it around by the loop at the end.

Isabel had nearly jumped out of her skin as the door banged open a second time, letting out a soft sigh as she waited for her heart to regain its regular rhythm. Did everyone around here have to make such a big, noisy entrance? Really, it was quite unnecessary. It looked as if the cat agreed with her on that point, seeing the way it was hissing and spitting at the newcomer. She looked over at the man in slight confusion before Syn declared that it was Dorian who had entered. Of course, now that the name had been spoken, there was little room to mistake his identity.

Absentmindedly she ran a hand down the length of the cat's back once he'd perched himself in her lap, trying to help calm him down a little and to readjust his new hair style. Rubbing a finger back and forth on the top of his head, she turned her attention back to Mr. King, who was speaking with Syn. Isabel also wanted to know where the man had been, but she was more interested in knowing what his plans were. She didn't like being left in the dark about these kinds of things. It was irritating and more often than not it only caused problems to arise when Mr. King disappeared, as he sometimes had a tendency to do.

And so it was a political strategy that he intended to pursue. But, what kind of politics was he talking here? "Political? You mean like going after the president or something?" she inquired, slightly confused. Isabel had never been one to follow and understand politics very well. They were droll and boring and she could barely pay attention for more than five minutes when they were involved. "I'll have to agree with Kaz on this one, Mr. King. What much can be accomplished by trying to get involved in politics when similar attempts have already failed?" she asked again. She was with Kaz and Abyss when it came to physical force as opposed to verbal negotiations. She liked to get involved in the hands-on fashion. She may not look like much, but appearances are so often deceiving. Besides, although her mutation could be used in a stealthful manner, she rarely had the patience for such a thing and would rather just jump right into the fray. But, as Kaz had said, political warfare left little room for such a thing. A pretty little pout graced her features at the thought. To her, this didn't sound like much fun at all.

"Allow me to finish. The whole purpose of abducting Jack was so we could extract and artificially manufacture her abilities for two purposes. Firstly, to make non-mutants gravely ill, and secondly to boost mutant abilities to new heights. If we were to accedentally leak a strain of Jack's ability which affects non mutants into the water supply, then the whole city will be faced with a crippling epidemic. With no cure on the market, the city will be thrown into chaos. At this point, King Pharmaceuticals will have a breakthrough and discover the cure which will fix everything... for a while. It will be at this point where the political aspect of my plan will come into play. After I attain a high political standing, we shall commence the next phase of the plan."

As Dorian explained his full plan, his voice was getting louder, and his eyes had turned black.

"The 'cure' we manufacture will contain not only contain an antidote, but a dormant version of the original virus which, once remotely activated will once again throw the city into panic. However, this time I will have enough political sway to do something about it. A series of 'Quarantine Camps' will be constructed to slow the spread of the virus. As the virus makes its way across the country, more and more camps will be erected. The non-mutants's illness will not be as severe as the initial outbreak, but it will be enough so that they can't put up a fight. While all this is going on, all the unaffected mutants will be given the option to side with us, or be used as subjects with which we will test the ability enhancement of Jack's gift. Once we have worked out how to effectively use this ability enhancement, we shall have a mutant army powerful enough to sweep across the world and anihilate the human race!"

Dorian threw is fists on the table. Breathing heavily, he looked at the faces seated around the table.

"Questions?" He asked, trying to regain his composure.

Ho-ly crap on a stick. This guy is insane. Calley thought. Then he added, with a little arch of his back towards Isabel's wondrous hand: A genius, though. Would that work?

Wait. Do I want it to work?

The answer was a very unsettling "yes". If he was a human, he'd advocate the whole-sale slaughter of mutants: they were just too scary-dangerous, even the tamer ones. Not to mention that they were unnatural freaks of nature. Being a mutant, he wasn't too keen on being killed off, and that was definitely what he saw in the future. Hell, not even his own dad wanted to associate with him after he'd found out, and Calley's abilities weren't even that dangerous. Just annoying. And useful, if you were of a mind to go where-so-ever you pleased without anyone hating you on sight.

Yes, he did want mutants to be in control. It would make the world a safer place for him. Ominous man had a plan that sounded like it could actually work. And he probably wasn't serious about that whole annihilation thing--after all, the people in this room probably all had some humans they cared about. Calley's older sister, for instance, was pretty tolerable as humans went. Pretty tolerable as far as older sisters went, too. It was probably just select people that would have to be, errhm, euthanized for the greater good.

Calley's fur started settling down. He kept purring. Isabel was a great petter, and this guy was interesting. Maybe he could even be forgiven for that entrance of his, in due time.

And that part of him that didn't mind that Darth Dorian was planning to kill people? He decided not to think too hard about that.

The kunai Kaz had been spinning on his finger stopped for a half-second when Dorian explained his full plan. It took him back a bit. Leaning back fully in his chair, the kunai spinning again. His face was blank and cold. Showing nothing of the thoughts running through his head.

After a few long moments, Kaz spoke up. "Are you serious about exterminating every human?" Kaz leaned forward slightly in the comfortable chair. "If you are, I'll assume you know then, that Mutants aren't breeding true yet. That mutant parents are still giving birth to HUMAN children. Do you intend to KILL their children?" Kaz paused before his next words. "If I have children, if even one of them were human, I'd kill you before I'd let you touch a hair on their head." His tone was flat, though his words were a true threat. "Perhaps you have a plan for that that you haven't told us. I'll also assume you know, even though the mutant population is quite large across the world, it is still not high enough to safely breed without the risk of inbreeding, which would eventually kill our race off."

Leaning back again, "I propose a change of plans. Instead of killing them all off, we turn them into breeders. Set up a system, so they breed, constantly, but control it. So that way we have a fresh supply of DNA. Cull the old, weak, diseased, and sickly. Only let the strong and healthy breed, to give the offspring the best possible DNA. I'm no geneticist, but I highly doubt mutants will breed true for a long time to come."

Calley blinked baby blue eyes at Shifty Cane Man. Shifty Cane Man with weapons up the wazoo, to be precise. The guy had many good points. But still: breeding camps? Eww. Calley was all in favor of a few quick and painless accidents for the humans who couldn't adapt to the new order of things, so long as they weren't done in front of him or to anyone he particularly cared about, but the rest could be left alone, right? And wasn't the guy contradicting himself? If he wouldn't let any human kids of his be killed, then there wasn't any way he'd let them be shipped off to the breeding camps, either. His whiskers fanned thoughtfully. Couldn't these people talk a little more... selectively? Really. It wasn't like all humans were terrible. Just the vast majority of them. And most of those would be too lazy to do anything if they weren't actually in personal danger. The way he saw it, only the extremists had to go. The rest of them could be kept in the dark, and be grateful to Mister Dorian and his mutants for finding the cure to the plague. There was no reason that anyone outside of this little world domineering group needed to know what was going on.

Errhm, besides his own fine self, of course.

Isabel had turned her full and undivided attention to Dorian as he began explaining his plan to the group, a bit of a dumb-stuck expression crossing her features. Boy, had she really missed the mark. Go figure the president would be the only political related thing she would have thought up. She needed to do some more studying on this subject if she ever wanted to remain on the ball in these kind of conversations. She was all for this manufactured sickness that Mr. King had in store for the humans, but killing them all off afterward seemed like overkill. And besides that, if this sickness was slipped into the water supply, wouldn't that mean that mutants would be affected as well? Hm, on second though that may not be entirely bad. At least it would make it look like a true sickness, rather than a planned attack. It would look pretty suspicious if only the non-mutants fell ill, now wouldn't it?

Letting her gaze shift over to Kaz, she gave her head a little nod as he offered his own opinion. "I don't like the idea of little kids getting hurt either, Mr. King. Most kids are too young to know the difference between right and wrong, never mind political warfare. Their opinions are probably swayed by parents and friends rather than being their own. Are you really going to kill them off for that?" she inquired, not liking the sound of that at all. "And what about the pro-mutant groups? Are you going to do away with them as well even if they support us? Why not just go after the troublemakers. You know, the anti-mutant crazies out there. I'm all for the epidemic that you want to let loose, it's this second Holocaust you're talking about that's got me a little uneasy."

At Kaz's second proposal, Isabel made a little face. "Breeding humans? That's gross, Kaz," she said bluntly, repressing the little shudder she could feel creeping up her spine at the thought of it. "The mutant gene is supposed to be repressive, isn't it? So even if we organized these breeding camp things, there's still a high possibility that only human children would be born. Something like only one in four would be mutant," she said, trying to remember her old biology lessons on genetics, blood types and whatnot. "Sorry, but I like Mr. King's idea better. Just not the total extermination part. Wouldn't the fact that mutants were the ones who manufacture the cure be enough for at least some to realize how important we are in the grand scheme of things?"

Syn sat down and listened to Dorian's idea. The first part of the plan sounded fine. The second part of the plan sounded like alot of work though. Who would run the camps? Who would watch over the sick humans?

When Kaz spoke about his idea Syn's sharp tongue couldn't hold itself back. "I think someone's already planning on doing some breeding. Just not with a human." She waited a moment as some of the others gave her a strange look. "I don't like the idea of breeding camps either. So with that I agree with isabel and my brother."

Looking to Abyss she thought about his idea for using humans as a worker force. "I do like my brother's idea for having those humans who are willing to have mutant's in power become a worker force. They could also be used as guinea pigs with any mutants who wish to join us. Any mutants who join us and who might recieve enhanced powers from our extract of Jack's mutation could test their abilities on the humans."

Calley struck up a purr as first Isabel and then Santa Abyss spoke up. Especially their points about kids. It just went to show that he had good taste in people. And this lovely Syn woman wasn't sounding so bad, after all. He'd have to figure out if she liked cats or not before she could officially make the Best People Ever list, but she seemed like a nice enough lady. Rational, at least.

As interesting as Darth Dorian's speech had been, it had also been a little... troublesome. When the man had started, Calley had briefly entertained thoughts of slipping anonymous notes to the NYPD officers he liked to eavesdrop on (one of them gave him donuts. She was the best Detective ever.). But this... this was sounding much better. The more the Future Leaders of the World club here talked, the more comfortable he felt with the whole thing. These people were just looking out for their own kind. Since their kind was his kind, he kind of liked them. He gave a rousing purr--Keep talking, folks. This is getting better and better.

Kaz sighed heavily. The kunai that was on Kaz's finger a moment before was no longer there when Syn make her quip about Kaz and breeding. In fact the small dagger was in bedded into Syn's chair right next to the left side of her neck. The metal ring touched Syn's neck, while the sides of the blade were facing up and down, moving the hair to the side of it, without cutting the girl's hair, except for one or two strands, cleanly. Kaz held up the hand he had thrown the kunai with, indicating 1 with his fingers. His gaze was cold as he looked at Syn. For a split second he looked at Abyss, as if to say 'Don't interfere'.

"I think my point was missed. I was inquiring as to what would happen to the children, and if he, and you all, knew that mutant's will eventually become inbred and die off, due to our low numbers. Which is why we CAN'T exterminate all humans. That we need them to breed," Looking to Abyss and Isabel. "It doesn't matter how much we dislike humans or hate the thought of them breeding, they're still a necessity. To bring new Mutant DNA into the world." Thinking for a moment about a comment Isabel said. "You're right, the mutant X gene is recessive. That is exactly why humans can't be exterminated. When creatures sharing the same recessive gene are bred together with others with the same gene, it becomes, after so many generations, DOMINANT." Pausing to let that sink in. "Now do you understand why I say breed them? So that the X gene will become dominant. Thus, we won't have to kill them, they will in time, be bred out. Their numbers will decline, while ours rise. That's how nature works. The new race takes over slowly, ensuring that it will survive. Not by suddenly becoming the only species, that's when it dies, either fast or slow, depending on luck."

"For being the second in command Syn, you don't seem to think about possibilities or consequences. I thought Abyss and I did the fire once, fire twice, and ask questions later if anyone's still alive type. Not you. Perhaps you should learn to stuff your personal feelings to look at the bigger picture."

Continuing without pause. "I do agree with the work force idea, though it would be accurate to call them slaves, with the way the talk is going. As I said, cull the old, weak and diseased. That will get rid of a fourth, if not half of the human population near instantly. Regardless whether they would stand with or against us." Kaz looked to Abyss. "It is possible to discern if someone is a mutant or not, from birth. The only thing that isn't possible to tell, is whether the X gene will be dormant or active. There are some mutants who go their entire lives without ever," Kaz paused and held up a hand, as if searching for the right word. "awakening. Though, perhaps Jack's power might be the key to waking the latent powers within those mutants."

Calley did not did not did not like the Creepy Cane Man. Yeah, that whole breeding-dominance-X-gene thing sounded fancy. Calley didn't understand a word of it, but it sounded fancy. What he did understand: the guy was still talking about whole-sale butchery of over a forth of the population. Regardless of whose side people were on, even. That was just...

Ack. His tail was poofed again; just when he'd finally gotten all his hairs in place again, too. Stupid Creepy Cane Man.

The whole "throwing weirdly shaped weapons at your friend's head" bit hadn't been too impressive, either.

And seriously, did these people have to make public their total-conquest intentions, like Creepy Cane Man's disturbing vision of the future seemed to call for? It had sounded to him like Darth Dorian's idea could go a much more subtle route than all that--humans never had to know that they'd been conquered. The breeding thing could still go on after that whole quarantine camp thing had been put into place--tell the humans it was to breed resistance to the disease into the population, or something: a lot of them would probably want that for their kids. No need to be blatant about things. Once mutants were in control, they could take things at a slow pace. There wasn't much chance of an uprising if the general population didn't know there was anyone to rise up against, after all.

His ears flicked towards Santa Abyss. "...it will take more than the five of us, to get it done." His gaze followed his ears. Yeah, it will. So how does a fellow join this little group, anyway? He thought, tail twitching slowly.