Owner	Pose
Jane Roe	yellow boxEarth 597. The city center of New York City. A huge flag of the Nazi Party is rolled down the Empire State Building. People with red armbands and black suits patrol the streets. A huge picture of a bald man in green uniform with lots of badges is displayed on propaganda posters. 'Herr Xavier demands it'. Clearly... in this reality, the Nazis won....
Jane Roe	A yellow box reads: Earth 597. The city center of New York City. A huge flag of the Nazi Party is rolled down the Empire State Building. People with red armbands and black suits patrol the streets. A huge picture of a bald man in green uniform with lots of badges is displayed on propaganda posters. 'Herr Xavier demands it'. Clearly... in this reality, the Nazis won....
Shredder	This was not the world that he expected to return to find. The Shredder was destined to rule the world, not some politically charged band of bigots. He's only had a year in which to reclaim the remnants of the Foot Clan. Most of them had become some sort of axis allies. They were dead now. Only those who wished to see loyalty to the true master of the Foot remained.     Naturally, this cleansing of his ranks meant that the current regime was made aware that he had returned. It was of little consequence. There were always dissatisfied people with any government, his only need was to find those with the most will to act upon their dissatisfaction, and give them direction and purpose.
Jane Roe	Yellow Box: Foot Clan Base, below a New York Power Plant. While above, the 'eugenics' program run by Herr Xavier is showing its nasty side, the remnants of the foot clan - left after the recent purge under Shredder - gather. The cement sky of the turbine hall shakes and shivers, in some corner water leaks down from a damaged steam pipe... but at least it was a base that wasn't in the light of the overlords...
Shredder	The Shredder looks over his recruits, and remaining faithful members. "We have all come together for the same purpose. Those who have been of the Foot for a long time held faith that this day would come. Those of you who are new recognize that the time for change is overdue. The divisions of human, mutant, young, old... they mean nothing in this place.     You all come from many backgrounds. You come wth one purpose, to see the end of the circus which calls itself a government. It wants nothing but to dress itself in fine clothes and to fatten itself on your bones and on your children's bones. They have become fat enough for a slaughter, and slaughter them we shall. Tonight we strike at the heart of their operations. They sit in comfort, believing themselves untouchable, and have become weak and lazy. But we are not lazy. We are vigilant, and you shall have a story of hope for your children and their children after this day."
Jane Roe	There's a grumble and holler from the crowd assembled on the wet, watermarked floor, their clothes somewhat ragged. Good material was regulated. The outcasts of society look up to the Shredder as he speeks. Some of them have their faces tattooed to make them stand out in society. Mutants, Jews, people of different belief... But their faces are filled with hope as they glance at the lord of the foot clan. "Salvation by the Foot!" someone starts to chant, and the word catches on. "Slay the Mutant butcher! Death to Herr Xavier!" someone else starts.
Shredder	The Shredder holds his hand up for silence after allowing a short spell of the cheering and chanting. "Xavier believes that he is invincible. His troops march the streets, intimidating those who may wish to oppose. I am not intimidated. You joined me because you believed that none of you should be intimidated. They are not prepared."     He looks toward the weapons racks that line the walls. "Each of you have been trained in the way of the ninja. Their ways are young, ours are old. Our ways are tested by time, not rushed by a need for expedience. Take your weapons up, for tonight we bring a new government to the world."
Jane Roe	Too bad Francis Ford Coppola didn't live to direct Apocalypse Now in this universe - or the people would most certainly get callbacks to the helicopter scene as one of the dark clad goons gets out an old grammophone, cranking it to speed and putting on Wagner. Not any Wagner: Ride of the Valkyries! "Line up! Line up! There's enough arms for everybody!"