"Greetings. My name is Charles Xavier and I run a school for gifted students near New York City. That's on planet Earth for those of you from far away galaxies."
The rather menacing looking woman in the dark robe nodded slightly at me. Fire appeared to dance in her eyes. Fortunately I had met Jedi before, though never one quite so dark. The man sitting across from Kriss, Zebulon I think his name was, gave me a much warmer smile. Apparently he's a Jedi, too, though I can only assume from a different order.
"Now before we select a team name," I continued, "there are a few points-"
"Wait a minute," a gravely male voice interrupted. "Who says you get to chair this meeting? I think that as an elected representative of the people, I am most qualified to run our group." It was that Petrelli character. Definitely something sinister about him too. I did a quick mind probe, just scanning the surface, and was rather surprised to see that he had super powers. We'll have to see if he's a hero or not.
"Well maybe we should have a vote," suggested Svetlana Smith, a rather large and friendly woman. "It would be like voting for class president."
"It wouldn't be America if we didn't get to vote," said Blockade Boy. "Now the right way to do this is by secret ballot. We could-"
"Well I don't know that we need to select a leader for our team," I interrupted. "After all, one of us is about to go back home."
"What do you mean?" asked Svetlana.
"He means that the other team won this weeks challenge," said Dark Jedi Kriss with a hostile glare. "One of our team is going to be voted off. It would be kind of sad if it was our leader, don't you think?"
"Perhaps we should just pick a name for the team then," offered Zebulon. "We can always pick a leader, if it becomes necessary."
"Okay, any suggestions?" I asked.
There was a long silence at the table. "How about Petrelli's Pals?" Petrelli suggested. More silence followed.
"Minions of the Sith," Kriss offered.
"The New All Winners Squad," threw out Blockade Boy.
"The Twinkies!" said Svetlana.
"Actually," I interrupted, "most of the teams I'm associated with have some kind of X in the title. It's just a tradition."
"Oh? You into porn?" asked Petrelli sarcastically. My cheeks turned red. "How about Pimps and Players then? Sound good, Charlie?"
"Not particularly. Any serious suggestions?"
"The Gladiators," he said. "Or Gladiators, the Next Generation."
"A little obvious, perhaps."
"Evil Eye Candy."
"Ooh, I like that," said Kriss with surprising enthusiasm.
"Fine, let's put it to a vote then, unless there are other suggestions."