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Mead in hand, Ultra-Rogue pointed at Ragestorm.

"Y'all best simmer down, smokestack. Got power enough to knuckle-nuke Superwoman, but y'coulda dang near killed me too when you knocked me outta the...

Ultra-Rogue had been pulled from her recovery just in the nick of time to aid them all against the Starro Swarm, and now for everyone to get a similar respite was all the better.

She clanked...

Ultra-Rogue was absent from the others on this world, and with good reason-- the wear and tear of heavy battles had taken a severe toll. She'd just barely survived a fight with the strongest of the...

Ultra-Rogue zipped around the errant thunderbolts, and briefly restrained Thunder God, that kept Superwoman at bay. She snagged the mighty Nth Metal mace by its lanyard. Hawkman, though outclassed,...

"Red, ah haven't the faintest idea what you even talkin' about," Rogue replied, in no way belying her 1990s awareness of popular culture.



"Lucky me," our heroine interjected between the Squad...

"Figure if we ain't tripped an alarm by now, we ain't gonna get caugh--."

Rogue bumped into a bookshelf while she was talking to Mary Jane.

"Dangit! Ah am just a bull in a china shop in this...

That was some botch by the Monitor's group. If it wasn't enough that the Guard and Judge had come out of the woodwork and threw a wrench into things, the circumstances caused an agent to be sent away...

"Boy ain't done much but make an entrance an' stare at me like th' blue ribbon pig at a state fair. Only thing he's guilty of, far as ah'm concerned."

Her eyebrows raised briefly.

"Not that ah...

Ultra-Rogue sat on top of the unconscious Zoom the Conqueror amidst craters in the street and sidewalk where they'd careened.

Today had been a pretty harrowing day, after all. No reason not to sit...

In Roller Derby, they called it 'The Whip'.

In the X-Men, it was the 'Fastball Special'.

In this world, it'd be one hell of a flying tackle.

Ultra-Rogue outstretched her arms, switching to...

"If Harbinger's got Hawkman, we oughta catch up to Hummingbird an' triple flank Zoom together. She's fast, but she ain't that fast."

A red-black-and-green blur took off, the thunderous KRA-KOOM of...

Ultra-Rogue recovered in the Monitor's satellite, after a particularly harrowing battle against The Cyborg Manhunter and an array of super-monsters. But the day was saved. The Ultimate Nullifier was...

Ultra-Rogue and Cyborg Sage eventually broke off their assault, exhausted but victorious, as Henshaw's writhing and burning form was swarmed by the monsters he once commanded. Once they'd reached a...

"Good. For a second there ah was kinda worried one of us was holdin' back," she remarked sarcastically.



Like a whip, the kick connected with a crack to Ultra-Rogue's side. Flash-Vision being...

"Couldn't say it better m'self. You hit 'em high, ah'll hit 'em low."



K. Rool was interrupted by an explosion in his bulbous gut, and before he knew it, his much-cherished crown was stuck...

"You are gettin'..." Ultra-Rogue growled, using Hyper-Strength to push back against the coiling, "...too handsy, mister. And ah'll be damned if ah let some Skrull-Terminator-Wannabe put the squeeze...

Rogue's lips twisted in a bit of confusion. Fashionably cool shades are always useful.

"...ain't gonna kill ya to stop thinkin' like a machine an' start thinkin' like a girl for once."


...

Her eyebrows perched at the accent play, but her mouth belied a smirk.

"So, from one gal to another... y'ever get a feelin' with the female company Monty keeps, he's making us up to be a couple'a...

Ultra Rogue knew Hawkman was right, but she sure wasn't about to admit it.

"You're lecturin' the wrong girl, Wings. Unless you're looking to get made into some Family-Size Original Recipe, that...

As Sage made her presence known, interrupting an otherwise tender moment, Rogue's face went completely flush. She retreated from Clark so quickly, unconsciously taking to the air, and exclaiming in...

The moment felt perfect. Perfect enough where Rogue had curbed her worries. Enough where she could finally let go, reach out, and connect with someone...

"Clark... we can't... ah..."
...

Clark's story about his own mother was truly moving. The tingling sensation of his energies, just by touch, even through fabric, was comforting to Rogue.

"Ah've done my fair share'a runnin'--...

Clark found Ultra Rogue sitting on uprooted tree, carefully laid down along the shoreline and facing out to sea. The sun shined overhead. A slight breeze tousled her hair back, behind her shoulders. ...

The Death of Charles Xavier? The man who was willing to let the X-Men abandon him just to give Rogue a second chance? It was almost unthinkable. Sure, the Professor had been absent in a leadership...

"Th-thanks," Rogue managed to stammer, still uncomfortable, "You, uh, y'ain't so bad yourself with that mallet."

It must have been the adrenaline of a good fight that prevented her from freezing...