Cable - "Leave it to me!" ~ The Lemisis

Cable stepped into the heart of Graymalkin, the hidden X-Force fortress buried beneath the Helicarrier's shadow. Alarms blared from Avengers Mansion's linked comms—Professor's calm digital tone cut through: "Incoming alert. A Technovirus Purge is underway, targeting mutants worldwide."

Maria Hill burst through the doors, hologram maps flickering. "Cable, you're our Mission Leader. We need to build support now—Recruitment Drive is greenlit."

He nodded, channeling Energy, Genius, and raw Strength into the console. "The Power of Leadership flows through us all—The Power in All of Us will see us through."

Deadpool chimed in from the vents, katanas spinning. "Live Dangerously, boss? I'm your guy."

Hope Summers materialized via Bodyslide, eyes glowing. "Precognition paints a grim picture—Mutant Mayhem erupts if we don't strike first."

Ironheart rocketed in, armor humming. "I'll Mind Scan their network—find the weak points."

Kid Omega grinned, psi-waves rippling. "Leave the leaders to me. One Forced Amnesia blast, and they're inspired to fight for us."

Marrow hefted her bone clubs. "I'll deliver the Haymaker—shatter their front lines with a Telekinetic Blast."

Nick Fury patched in from X-Mansion. "Call for Backup—To the Rescue! Rapid Response teams are inbound."

Pete Wisdom lit a cigar, hot knives glowing. "Keep 'em coming. We'll hold the line."

Giant-Man grew to tower over them. "If anyone drops, Render Medical Aid—I'll cover the retreat."

Cable equipped his Plasma Rifle, Askani's son's foresight syncing with Temporal Leap tech. A shimmering Telekinetic Force Field enveloped the team as they launched.

The Technovirus swarm descended—drones pulsing with corrupt code. Ironheart's scans pierced the chaos, Kid Omega wiped enemy minds clean. Marrow's haymaker crushed the vanguard, Deadpool quipped through the frenzy. Hope's bodyslide warped squads into oblivion, Cable's rifle unleashed telekinetic blasts that ripped reality.

Fury's backups swarmed—Rapid Response allies flooding the field, turning the tide into pure mutant mayhem. One final temporal leap forward, and the purge shattered. Cable lowered his weapon, smoke curling from the barrel. He looked at the team—bruised, alive, unbreakable—and muttered, "Leave It to Me."