The war room at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters hummed with quiet tension. Holographic projections rotated above the table, marking volatile mutant activity downtown, safe routes for civilians, and team positions. The shuffle of boots and low chatter filled the space, but all of it fell away when Scott Summers stepped in. Tall, precise, and broad-shouldered, Scott’s presence commanded attention without raising a voice. His crimson visor reflected the holograms, making his gaze feel sharp, steady, and inescapable. He placed one hand lightly on the edge of the table. “Team,” he began, voice calm, firm, “we have multiple rogue mutant incidents. Civilians are caught in the area. Our mission is protection first. Everyone moves as a unit.”

Jean Grey leaned over the hologram, psychic energy flickering around her. “Signatures are scattered—some unstable, some aggressive. Families are mixed in. Coordinated entry is crucial.” “Jean, you manage reconnaissance and civilian extraction. Keep focus, control your powers, protect them first,” Scott instructed. Storm’s calm voice followed: “I’ll handle aerial coverage. Lightning only if necessary. Civilians are priority.”

Nightcrawler twitched his tail nervously. “I’ll teleport teams in and out safely. No one gets left behind.” Iceman and Rogue exchanged a glance. “Rapid extraction and civilian protection,” Scott said. “Move fast, stay unpredictable, follow the plan.” Wolverine crossed his arms, grunting. “You really want us to play it safe?” “Yes,” Scott replied steadily. “Strength without discipline is danger. Focus your energy where it matters. Protect civilians.” Beast adjusted his glasses. “Some buildings are structurally weak. I’ll flag points and guide teams to avoid collapse.” Shadowcat and Jubilee, along with the younger X-Men, looked on, tense but attentive. Scott addressed them directly: “Jubilee, Shadowcat—flanks and adaptability. Keep communication open. Don’t panic. Use your training.” He tapped the hologram again. “Assignments are set. If anyone doubts, speak now. Silence isn’t compliance—it’s a risk. One mistake, one hesitation, and someone gets hurt. I won’t allow it.”

Scott’s gaze lingered on Wolverine. “Containment and backup. No solo runs.” Logan grunted but inclined his head.

“Listen carefully,” Scott said, voice softening slightly. “This isn’t about glory. It’s about teamwork, precision, and protecting the innocent. Trust your partner. Trust the plan. Trust me.” The team responded with a mix of nods, smirks, and quiet acknowledgments. Even Wolverine allowed a low chuckle, muttering about Scott sounding like a principal. Scott’s final words cut through the room, firm and unwavering: “Gear up. Suit check in five. Move out in ten. Eyes on your partner, on the civilians, and on the mission. This is what being X-Men means.”

Boots scuffed, gear clicked, holograms flickered as the team prepared, but through it all, the anchor remained: Scott Summers. His calm authority shaped the chaos into order, inspiring confidence, focus, and trust. Under his leadership, they were more than mutants—they were unstoppable.