XENA/X-MEN Crossover - Gods Of The Arena

[Lady Lee-o]

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Fandom: Xena, X-men, Crossover
Rating: R
Warnings: Adult Language, Blood, Death.
Note: I made this post for an RP group on Roleplayer.me, I wanted to share it with you all. I do believe it is some of my best work to date! Might share each post I make for them here, ones that I am particularly proud of.

This is for a group called Gods Of The Arena. This is the information given in their info box;

MOJO, a creature from a society built on an obsession with television starts to collect and enslave heroes and villains from all across the multiverse. THIS means no matter what verse you belong to, DC, BUFFY? FIREFLY? MY LITTLE PONY? If you're a badass, you COULD be included in this storyline. It ALSO means that doubles are not only accepted but they are WANTED. I'd love to get a little TONY VS TONY action going on -- or even TONYS VS STEVES, something awesome like that.

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---Amazon Nation - Five years before Arena--- 

The Amazon Nation was in peril, The Romans gathered to take their lands and exterminate “the vermin” upon it. War, it was always coming and the tribe leaders could only gather and talk about what came next. Thirty-six Amazon Queens gathered to discuss their plight, sitting in the sacred circle to discuss tactics and strategy. The greatest warriors from Greece to Egypt, they came to listen and Ephiny hoped to help. The eastern tribes were watching their nation slowly die, they needed aid from the west, south and northern tribes. 

Ephiny, she had taken the mantle of Queen and ruled her tribe the best she could. With the disappearance of Gabrielle, it was now her duty to lead The Telaquire tribe to victory. She listened mostly, adding her ideas when she could.  

They would all look to the northern queen, Cyane, the most respected among them this day. The north was a holy ground to many sisters, Amazon's traveled from all over to visit this blessed land of their ancestors; Ephiny’s grandmother had been a northern Amazon. Many Amazons would break from the north to form their own tribes in her grandmother's time. 

Slowly, Cyane stood from her chair, the room going silent as they waited for her to speak. Her words would be law and whatever she decided, she expected most would side with her. 

“Sisters, I can see your struggle and It has become too much for the Eastern nation. You can not win against the Romans, their numbers are too great and ours grow fewer every day. I fear if the East continues to fight this campaign, all tribes will perish. I have prayed to Artemis and asked for guidance and strength,” Ephiny swallowed hard, she knew what was coming next and she wasn’t happy. “It is time for your tribes to return home, to the north, where you all truly belong. Back to your ancestral lands, the lands where-” 

“Pup,” Ephiny looked over and saw Queen Titinari, she had been Queen longer than most. She had ruled alongside Queen Lucina; her mother’s Queen. The frail older woman stood, aided by her Regent. “-we belong here. You barely hold your title and you think to govern over us who come before?” 

“Queen Titinari, the council, of course, respects your words. You being the oldest among-” 

“My horse drops better manure from her arse, then you do from your filthy mouth. You will not help those Roman animals take our lands from us, my tribe will stay and fight and you can run back to safety.” Ephiny bit down on her bottom lip, keeping herself from laughing at the obviously frazzled Queen Cyane. 

“Something to say, Queen Ephiny,” but not well enough- 

Ephiny stood from her place in the circle, she was trying to hold back a bit of laughter still. Like Queen Titinari, she didn’t fear Cyane and found her rule mediocre. “Several things to say,” She cleared her throat and moved next to Queen Titinari, “I respect my Queen’s who come before them, Queen Titinari is right, running is not the answer. These men will not stop until we are all dead. I say we fight and die with honor and not run like cowards. These are our lands, we will proudly fight and die upon them. My ancestors might come from the northern tribes but I was born on these lands; the east is my home. I would die for my family and sisters before I let the enemy win.” 

“The East will not prevail in this fight, return to your villages, pack up and come home.” 

“The East is my home! I’m a warrior, my sword in my hand and I will die in battle and not as a coward. You can run from Rome but they will never be done conquering lands.” She placed her arm over her chest, “They will travel in all directions unless they are stopped, it is only a matter of time.” 

“You stand against the north?” 

“I stand against cowardice.” She looked to her eastern sisters and those who stood next to them. “I respect those willing to stand for what is right.” 

“Are you challenging me, Queen Ephiny, for my position?” Cyane became defensive. 

“Keep your position, it won’t get you far in Eternity.” She looked around and stepped to the center of the circle. “Those who are not afraid of Rome, those who wish to be honored in the next life- meet me on the eastern borders.” She turned back to Cyane, “Maybe if it were your borders in danger, you would think differently? Your eastern sisters would have helped protect you, glad to know what the North thinks of us.” Ephiny returned home, feeling angry and defeated. Her son always made her feet better, always made her feel sane. She would see his face and know that her little Centaur Prince would someday make a difference. She would need to send him away, send him to his grandfather's, a war was no place for a child. 

When more and more Amazons showed up, she felt her spirit soar. Amazons from the west, south and even north had come to aid them. “You were right-” She turned to see Cyane standing there, draped in war garb and ready. “Sister's do not abandon those in need. I was wrong, we stop them here or die trying.” Ephiny clasped hands with her sister and smiled, “Forgive me.” 

“All is forgiven, Queen Cyane, welcome to my home.” 

---The War Continues On--- 

The fight with Rome, it seemed to go on forever. The more they killed, the more they came and she saw no end to Rome's destruction. Rome’s Conquered were proudly displayed on crosses, messages carved into skin and left to rot. ‘Si vis pacem, para bellum - If you wish for peace, prepare for war.’ They had wished for peace, every day since the war began but they would not back down from Rome. Some days, Ephiny wished they had taken Cyane up on her offer- run to the north but that wouldn’t have helped and she knew that. 

Cyane, she had fought hard but in the end, her cowardice had her flee back north. She hadn’t lasted long when Rome came, Ephiny dreamed of the day when she saw her again. 

Charging forward, she sliced into the Roman men, her anger outweighed her fatigue. She slides underneath and allowed her sword to pierce through his tenders, like butter. Pulling her sword free, she kicked him down and lifted the sword above her head, bringing down in a cruel intent. The sword now pierced his stomach, she twisted and watched his face contort with agony. Blood gurgling from his lips, she leaned down and smiled. “You will not live to see glory this day.” 

The skirmish subsided, each side pulling back to retrieve the dead. They burned a pyre so bright, it was like daylight; they sent their sisters to soar. The mourning wails filled the night, drum beats, all too familiar as they said goodbye. By morning they started to return to the lines, hearts heavy but swords ready. Ephiny’s tribe would not be joining the fight, the small section of Telaquire Amazon's were just waking for the day. Stepping out in time to see the blinding light, it caught them off guard. Ephiny feared Rome had a new weapon - but it wasn’t a weapon, it wasn’t even Rome. 

---The Halftime Show --- 

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!” The annoying voice had woken her, she had no idea what was even happening. “We have hand picked some choice sacrifices for your entertainment! All the way from Ancient Greece, Amazonian warriors! We took a lovely poll from our viewers at home. They picked your choice entertainment before the main event! Wakey-wakey ladies, time to Entertain!” 

Ephiny’s head was spinning, her entire tribe was thrown about some weird gladiator-like arena. She half expected to see Roman upper class but what she saw scared her. Many did not look human, beasts from Tartarus compared. She didn’t get a lot of time to look around, not before a sword appeared at her feet; she picked it up as soon as the bell sounded.  

Two beast’s, ten feet tall, ripped through them like nothing. Grabbing hold of them and pulling them apart with their bare hands. In all her years she had never seen such beast’s and prayed she would never see them again. The sand begun to swallow the fallen sisters, she was unable to stop it but she started to grab some necklaces. She would honor them somehow and help them find peace. 

It took ten of them to take one down, using a series of calls and hand signals. They needed to start working together or they would not win. The sisters nodded in agreement, these things needed to die. In the end, Ephiny’s sword landed through one of the beast’s skull’s, the arena cheered as she jumped from one giant to the next; flipping backward and landed the second fatal blow. “OH WHAT A TURN OF EVENTS! Looks like we have some new fighters for tomorrow’s events.” 

By the next morning, she had added a bead for each fallen sister, taking bits and pieces from their necklaces and adding them to her own. She hoped she wouldn’t need to continue... 

Four years she fought for Mojo, each day seemed like it would be her last. Her necklace had become a part of her image, the name given to her by Mojo. Amazonian Priestess, it was disrespectful but she couldn’t do anything about it. Her armor had been catered to her new name, Amazon Priestess attire - or what these idiots thought a Priestess wore. It covered nothing really but she was close to earning a new set of armor- at least that is what she was told. 

Ephiny had stopped wearing her necklace, once she had no need to add to it. All her sisters were gone, she was the last, she had been alone for two years now. As a reward for being the last standing, Mojo allowed her a funeral pyre- her sisters decaying bodies were given to the flame- those who had not been consumed. 

Ephiny had been healing for the last week, her last fight almost ended in her death. In the end she killed the opponent and landed herself a trip to the medic with a sword through her gut. She was still sore but she slowly made her way out to the dining area, finding a seat and plopping down next to her fellow champions. “Try as they might, we live to fight another day. The gods smile upon us, or laugh.” 

[Lady Lee-o]

I meant to post this sooner, my first post as Xena in the same RPG.

Conqueror Of Nations
Warrior

The Conqueror was known by many names throughout the known worlds. Warrior Princess, The Scourge, and her current title, The Conqueror Of Nations. Over the years she had overthrown kings, taken armies and become The most loyal disciple to Ares God Of War. However, she still denied him the one thing he craved most- her. “I can give you the world.” she was going to get the world on her own…

“I don’t need you for that, Ares, I can conquer the world on my own. I think I'm going to head home for a while, put some roots down.”

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The King was swiftly overthrown, his men integrated into her army and those who refused were killed. She always moved on, conquering village after village when she was bored. She loved crippling a village, bleeding it dry until every last person begged for mercy. She had no intention of doing that to her home, but it was nice to see the familiar streets again. She told her men to stay out of the city until she ordered them otherwise. No one here would try anything stupid, she hoped.

The looks she got from the villagers didn’t phase her at all, she expected it. When she walked into her mother’s tavern, the place went silent. She watched as her mother slowly made her way over, “Hello mother,” Cyrene only pulled the sword free from her daughter's scabbard and stood her ground. “Mother,” Cyrene’s hand faltered and she tossed the weapon onto a table.

“I don’t allow weapons in my tavern,” Cyrene walked off towards the bar. “What do you want, Xena?”

“I just want to talk, I’m sure you heard my army has taken over the area?” She walked over and sat down, looking at all the angry faces of her kinsmen.

“Yes,” her mother sounded disappointed but then she was angry, “What do you plan to do with us? Sell us? Bleed us dry? Tell us oh mighty conqueror, what will you do to your people now?”

“You really think I’d do that to my own people? Yes, you all threw me out but you had a good reason. I was young, reckless, and I got people killed. I came to make up for all of that.”

“We don’t want you here Xena!” A man yelled.

“I didn’t expect a party to be thrown in my honor but I’m here to stay.” Xena poured herself something to drink, placing some coin down on the table. “No worries, I won’t be staying here. I’ve got a castle now, a lot more room.”

“Why are you here?”

“I wanted to see you, to tell you about my life.”

“I know all about you, Bard’s tell stories of you. Destroyer Of Nations, do you think that makes me proud?”

“I didn’t come here to fight, mother. You’ve heard the stories but they are one-sided When you banished me, I was forced to make my own way. I was angry but I protected Amphipolis, destroying our enemies or anyone who dared side with them.” She downed the drink and placed the cup on the bartop. “You heard the stories from the bard’s, but you don’t know anything about my suffering.” She looked around the bar, “Everyone out,” She cleared out the bar and slammed the door shut behind her. “You kicked me out but you didn’t shape me. What I became isn’t your fault, know that.” She placed a bag of coin in her mother’s hand. “Take it, I want you to have it. It’s for Amphipolis, to help restore what I destroyed years ago.”

“You can not buy this village, they haven’t forgotten.”

“I know, either have I. I’m not going to change who I am,” She could see more disappointment in her mother’s eyes. “I tried and it didn’t me far.”

Xena made sure Amphipolis was well protected, even if she was doing it by force. She built around the city, strong walls and made them stronger. The wall wrapped around Amphipolis for miles, it took four years to build it but it was worth it in the end. Her relationship with the people was better, even with her mother. Xena had focused on building for the last six years, she hadn’t done much conquering.

“It’s time you stop hiding behind these walls, Xena, the world will start forgetting you.” Ares had appeared to her one day, annoyed that she had become so complacent. “You’ve set roots now it’s time to grow, move on.” As much as she hated to admit it, Ares was right, she needed to move on. She had many more places to conqueror and she did grow tired of lazing about her castle.

“Northern Greece, ripe for the plucking.” The villages around her home had no chance when the Conqueror started to make her move. They would be hers or at least they would have if not for what came next.

Xena was going over some attacks, enjoying some drink and smoke when a flashing light blinded her. She tried to clear her eyes but it was no use, she couldn’t see anything. Luckily, she still had the use of her ears and listened for what came next. She blocked the first attack and the second, and continue to block until she felt something course through her body. The next thing she knew, she was out cold...

Xena remembered the very first time she saw the arena, the beasts that roamed inside- she thought she had died and gone to Tartarus. It was all old hat to her now, The Conqueror Of Nations was no more, now she was Destroyer Of Beasts. When she first arrived, Xena had tried to kill many of Mojo’s guards. She couldn’t be trusted to keep her hands, feet or any part of herself. One night after her fight, she refused to leave the arena- the guards were forced to subdue her. She had started a fire, chanting playing with the flame. The first guard had gotten too close and her hand reached out and touched his chest, his whole body stiffened and dropped; This continued until she killed seven guards and was finally darted. Mojo was forced to keep her in isolation until he implanted a chip in her head. He warned her, if she killed another one of his guards- he would detonate the chip and blow her head off. He gave her a demonstration and triggered another slave’s chip- she promised to behave.

Xena never let herself be tamed completely, she was a wild card and Mojo didn’t like her. The people, on the other hand, loved her, that stunt she had pulled with the guards had made her a fan favorite. Mojo said that was the only reason she still breathed and she believed him. She continued to fight every hell beast put in front of her and she would just kill it and walk away. She’d barely have a gash on her and Mojo would lose his mind. “Alive again! Can nothing stop her?!” It was like a plea for the gods to hear but so far nothing came to his aid. Eight years they continued the song and dance, finally, Mojo just gave her other opponents he wanted dead. She continued to kill for sport, kept her loose and active but she was always restless.


-Present Day-

Xena Is a killer and she hadn’t changed since the day she was brought here. Cocky, confident and short tempered. She was heading off to stretch her legs when she passed some of the cages that held the newbies. She harassed them for fun, pretending she would come through the bars- she knew not to touch some of them. Xena watched as some woman was being dragged away, that green stuff she had seen it once before- it was that person's weakness.

"Faora."

That woman had her face, she squinted her eyes and smiled. “My oh my,” She walked closer to the bars and tilted her head to the side. “Mojo is full of surprises these days, names Xena- Conqueror Of Beasts. Yours?” but before she was allowed to answer, the guards escorting her pulled her away. “Guess we’ll talk another time, double.” She called back before being shoved into the mess area. “Easy boys, can’t hurt you-” She tapped her temple, the chip was embedded deep and she had tried to get it out but only made a mess of herself; a nasty scar adorned the side of her temple.

The sounds of Mojo filled the room, echoing in the arena- Promotional party. Xena was sure that Mojo wouldn’t allow her back to one of those events, not without some serious security. She didn’t mind the party life, she was looking forward to releasing some tension.

“Lucky day!” She called out to the room and clapped her hands. “Our merciful Lord has gifted us with a party. We’ll get to dance, sing and screw all night- I for one am looking forward to it.” She walked over to the champion’s table and grabbed some slightly better slop. “It’s been awhile since I was allowed such pleasures.” She walked over to the busy table, where some of the newer champions sat- and older ones. “Come now, aren’t you kids excited?” She slammed the Amazon’s head onto the table for fun before walking around to Tony and The miniature beast- something called a Racoon. “You will fail,” She whispered to them as she dipped her fingers into her slop and smiled. “They will stop you and I will laugh.” she tapped Tony’s chest, “Don’t worry, I won’t have to say anything. No one has escaped these walls yet, many have tried and many have died.”

“Xena, find a seat!” One of the guards yelled from across the room.

“Sir, yes sir!” She said in a mock salute and walked away from the table and found one alone in a corner. “Tonight’s going to be fun,” She grinned and ate with vigor.