1392/Genosha Expedition III: The Exiles

Genosha Expedition III: The Exiles
Date of Scene:	26 April 2020
Location:	Hammer Bay
Synopsis:	The Magistrates return to Genosha attempting some Gunboat Diplomacy, angering the mutants on site. It doesn't end well for the returning exiles when an angry and power-boosted Polaris attacks them.
Cast of Characters:	Scott Summers, Fabian Cortez, Pietro Maximoff, Bishop, Bobby Drake, Lorna Dane

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Scott Summers has posed:
Queen Lorna has been conspicuously absent from Hammer Bay the last couple week. Supposedly, she is back in New York gathering support and in truth a couple mid-sized cargo ships have finally arrived to the ruined nation and are anchored in the large bay that gave the city its name. An improvised pier has been built and thousands of tons of basic supplies of all kinds and being unloaded. Pretty much all that is needed to jumpstart a small town.

These are not the first supplies that arrive, of course, the X-Men's Blackbird has been ferrying critical commodities form day one. And there is also a landing strip for cargo planes, most of them coming from Wakanda. But these were a lifeline, those cargo ships are the real starting point on reconstruction. They carry enough food to allow ten thousand people survive for a year, construction machinery, farming equipment, vehicles of all kinds, fuel, etc, etc.

For the first time the survivors of Genosha seem somewhat optimistic. Almost everyone is working on the download. Even Unus and his gang of miscreants.

Fabian Cortez has posed:
Fabian Cortez, advisor to the Queen and leader of the Acolytes, stands back and observes the unloading process. He is still using a cane-- that can't be helped-- which puts him as less helpful helping than he is standing back and directing where the various goods are to be going to. He has been functioning as the primary administrator of Hammer Bay's refugee encampment since he had awoken, and doing a fairly good job of it. For what it's worth, he does seem to genuinely care for Genosha and its people, and has been doing his level best to serve them in his duties.

He still doesn't like Summers and his too cool for school sunglasses though.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
    Yes. Everyone has been working on the unloading. The cargo ships in the Bay were not exactly the first...but they are still well welcomed. There was one ship prior...a surprising arrival that received the attention of the other members of Genoshan royalty. That is partly the reason for the improvised pier...its construction was attributed to the Maximoff twins...with the surprise arrival unloaded practically by the Prince and Princess themselves. That had certainly bolstered the hopes of the people.

    Presently, Pietro is overseeing the unloading of these particular ships. He would have been assisting outright, but Fabian was also there. And someone needed to keep an eye on the advisor, too. Still, it doesn't stop him from providing direction when asked.

    It's just...well....few people seemed courageous enough to attempt to ask.

Bishop has posed:
And it's on this improvised pier where the man simply know as Bishop is amongst the supplies being off loaded. Dressed in his old X.S.E. unifrom the big man helps to pull down crates, re lump shifted pallets, and direct traffic for forlifts and pallet jacks as they move about. Old habit's die hard though, and he seems to be taking the rote nature of physical labor as his opportunity to look over the crowd, eyes peeled for anyone using this as a cover to smuggle contraband.

Bobby Drake has posed:
Bobby's finally finished his classwork save for exams, and so he has been out in Genosha for the past couple of days helping where he can, creating ice ramps to help move things along quickly from one place to another, keeping a watch out for pirates and any other trouble like they had with Hydra when they were out previously, and basically doing whatever folks might need -- right down to chilling drinks for folks doing the hard work. He's been his usual good natured and upbeat self, trying to keep things light and working tirelessly. Currently, he is zipping pallets along down an icy ramp from ship to shore, helping to speed up the unloading process.

Scott Summers has posed:
With the a remains of a hundreds of ships destroyed by the Sentinels at the bottom of the bay, the freighters can't get close enough to make the unloading operations quick. They are likely to stay around for two or three days. They have only tiny crews, so the sailors can't so much to help besides operating the crates to unload a container after another.

It is then when another ship appears on the bay. It is alarming because it slipped past the watcher drones.

It is more alarming because is not a cargo ship. No, it is a warship. Not a big one, it is something between a large patrol boat and a frigate. But it is armed with cannons. Laser cannons. And what seems to be super-tech missile launchers. Also, it has the flag of the old Genosha.

It is not firing, though. In fact, it is slowing down. But it is also causing a good deal of alarm among the population. Very few of them remember how was Genosha ten years ago. Most of them are later immigrants. But they have all heard about the high tech vehicles of the old regime, and the Magistrates that used them.

Bishop has posed:
Bishop would seem one of those people that is willing to ask Pietro for directions. He pushes a jacked up pallet to Pietro and looks at the shipment and then to tall, silver haired man and asks, "Your Highness, Where is this bound for? It's concrete mix."

His question hangs in the air as he hears gasps behind him. Turning to look back he frowns, "Bloody hell."

Fabian Cortez has posed:
Fabian's eye narrow, and he reaches out for Pietro's arm. "Boost, your highness?" he asks in an undertone. Whether Pietro accepts or not, after, Fabian will be pulling his sidearm. "The Magistrates can't be allowed to set foothold here again." That's mostly to himself, but there's a touch of rage to his tone, seeing that old flag.

Bobby Drake has posed:
Bobby Drake slides down one of his ice ramps, pushing another crate head of him until it is deposited on a rolling dolly to be pulled along shore to where it is going. He then starts to slide back up toward the ship only to see the warship coming toward them and he slows to a stop. "Well, at least it's not Hydra?" he says, mostly to himself. Instead of continuing back to the unloading he zips over to where Pietro and the others are. "What do you make of that?"

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
    Bright blue eyes flicker immediately to Fabian, the contempt for what he just asked Pietro perfectly clear in those cerulean orbs. There are no words, but the message is abundantly clear. 'How dare you assume I need assistance.'

    Instead, Pietro turns to both Bobby and Bishop. "Trouble." The one word answer is given to Bobby, while Pietro then deigns to speak to Fabian. "The Magistrates would be fools to attempt anything now. Not while the eyes of the world are upon Genosha." Still...."My sister would approach this cautiously. They will not make harbor, but we can at least pretend to be civil." Again...probably not his normal play, but the eyes of the world are on Genosha. He is going to try, for Lorna's sake if not for Genosha itself.

Scott Summers has posed:
The ship stops. In the middle of the bay. Not firing, just intimidating. There is a term that might come to the mind of some: Gunboat Diplomacy.

And then they raise a white flag. Just under the Old Genosha one.

More ships can be seen now. Some smaller armed ships. A couple transports. One of them has a number of Genosha flyers on the deck.

Meanwhile a tiny motor boat is being lowered to the bay waters from the frigate. There are only two inside. One seems an old man in army fatigues, the other a woman in a black and red armored uniform. The boat has a white flag too, and moves quickly towards the beach near the ruins of the port.

Bishop has posed:
Bishop draws in a deep breath as he sees the boat coming forward, "I'll go clear the beach.." Bishop says. He re-fastens the collar of his X.S.E. uniform, trying to make himself look more professional and military as the white flag detatchment makes for the beach. He nods to Bobby and says, "Care to help me Mr. Drake?" Bishop asks as he goes and starts in a polite, but authoritative tone, Usering civilians away from the beach where the boat is headed.

Bobby Drake has posed:
Bobby Drake doesn't look particularly military, but then he's also a familiar enough face to those he's been working with for the past few days, so he relies more on recognizable and personable than professional. He gives Bishop a nod of agreement and says, "Sure, let's go get the people back until we figure out what's going on." And with that he slides off to join Bishop in his efforts.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna had all but vanished from most places she'd been known to go to in the past, though she'd still responded to messages and emails and made sure logistics were handled when it came to Genosha. Where ever she had been, she returned now to the beach, coming from the direction of the far side of the island, opposite of where the refugee camp was.

She jogged up to the group of mutants, green eyes cast toward the ships in sight and she bent double as she caught her breath. Why she had been running rather than flying was anyone's guess. Moreover why she was dressed in a simple pair of cargo pants and black tank-top. She looked more like she'd been running for a while, and as she stooped to catch her breath, she offered a weak flap of her hand in a wave.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
    If he wanted to, Pietro could be down to the beach in the blink of an eye. But, the key is *if* he wanted to. Pietro has very little desire to greet this particular boat from history long past. Still, he does have responsibilities. And....someone has to do it and it sure as hell wasn't going to be the courtier and Acolyte leader standing beside him. So, with another sideward glance towards Fabian, Pietro starts his way down towards the beach. Slowly. Methodically. And most definitely not his usual manner.

    In fact, if one would have dared to tell the prince, that one would say that Pietro looked awfully like his father in that moment. Provided that person was in eager supply for unbridled scorn. The stride is only lessened in severity with the sight of green hair approaching on the beach. Granted...not much, but noticeably.

Fabian Cortez has posed:
Fabian makes his way down behind the prince, brightening as he spies Lorna heading towards them. Whatever happens, this will be handled properly, he is assured. It is as it must be.

Bishop has posed:
Honestly, Bishop is thankful for Bobby's help. The X-Man is far more recognizable than he is, and when Bishop asks people to please clear the Beach so the messengers can be recieve some comply, but really more than a few give him that narrowed eyed look that just screams, "YOU'RE NOT MY DAD!" Being asked to leave by the way cooler (see what I did there) Iceman though? No that they'll do.

As the Queen herself jogs onto the beach, Bishop dips his head, "Your Majesty.. we have incoming." he says as he motions to the old Regime Genosha warship in the bay, and the small speed boat flying a white flag about to make land fall.

He nods then to Pietro and Fabian Cortez then as they get in place to receive. Bishop fades back a bit, and lets his trigger finger itch just a bit, ready incase the white flag is a ruse to try something messy.

Scott Summers has posed:
By the time the group of mutants has arrived to the beach, the pair on the boat are almost on shore. There is an old man, tall and somewhat heavy set, maybe seventies. The woman looks around 30, brown-haired and alethic. She has a weapon harness (sans weapons) and a tactical belt (with pouches, of course).

The old man squints eyes when he sees Lorna in all her not-very-royal self, but he takes a few steps in her direction, takes off his army cap and makes a passable bow. "You majestic, I am general Tyr DeKooning. Retired, of course. Since the army was disbanded fifteen years before Magneto's arrival." He turns to the young woman. "Captain Rebecca Lauria, of the Magistrates." The woman gives Lorna a brief nod.

He looks at the others, giving them a polite nod. Eyes widening at seeing Quicksilver. "The Avengers are here? No matter. I came to negotiate," he explains. "In representation of several hundred thousand former Genoshans that desire to return to their country. Peacefully if at all possible."

Bobby Drake has posed:
Bobby Drake seems happy to assist Bishop, zipping around in his friendly way, letting folks know it would be best to withdraw until they were certain what was going on for their own safety with promises that he'd let them know when it was okay to move back down to the beach. Wherever Bishop runs into resistance, he provides backup, happy to work in tandem with the other man. Though, once they've cleared the beach as best they can, he zips back around to come and take up a position behind Lorna, Pietro, and Fabian and a little bit, his attention shifting from the ship in the distance to the two figures on the beach and back.

Fabian Cortez has posed:
Fabian's hand rests on his sidearm, his other hand ready to drop his crutch and drop to a knee to get a better, more steady shot should things even look like they might go sideways. But for the moment, beyond that, he stays behind the Queen and the Prince, his mouth shut, listening and not interfering. He is ready for whatever orders might be given to him, and given the word 'Magistrates' he suspects those words might be violent ones. Or rather, he hopes they maight be. He recalls what those collars looked like on the throats of his mutant brethren, and it's not a fond memory.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna inhaled one more deep breath and straightened, her eyes closing as she reached out with a hand. From the wreckage behind them, from some distance off, came metal strapnel flying to her grip. It melted and molded with her powers and turned greeen hued under it. When she turned to face the Magistrates again, she wore metal armor over her clothes, and a metal helmet like headpiece a mirror to her usual one was created once again.

Her gaze swept over the Magistrates' representatives, and her arms crossed as she listened to their request. "Well? Say your piece." She spoke, her voice roughened from her run over the beach before but clear enough to be heard. She arched a brow, glancing once over the boats as she reached out with her senses to try to mentally count their number.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
    There is a nod in greeting as Pietro makes it to the beach, taking position besides his sister. It is an equal position, standing almost shoulder to shoulder, but at least he doesn't seem to be taking the forefront. There is a turn of the head as a glance is cast back to Fabian. The hand upon the sidearm is noted, as Pietro offers the smallest of nods in approval. It is slight....but enough.

    Then, turning back to the envoy, Pietro speaks. "I am many things. Including Prince." A not-so-subtle dig at the envoy. "You heard Her Majesty. Speak and get it over with."

Bishop has posed:
As Bishop takes up place behind the people that speak with an ammount of Authority for Genosha, Bishop slides over next to Bobby and says, "Thank you for your help clearing civilians from the shore Mr. Drake." he says politely to the young hero. "I've since accepted that the timeline I am from is much different than this one." he says to the young man, lowering his voice as if to confer more privately, "But I recognizing the markings on that ship from my studies. In my past they were monsters. Are they remembered as such here?"

Scott Summers has posed:
The general nods at Pietro, "my apologies," he offers. Then to Lorna. "Well, as I said we want to return to our country. But the majority of us want to do so peacefully. There is little to return, as Genosha lies in ruins. And many of us had family here and they are likely dead. Still, we loved this land, and we want to rebuild. The island had ten million inhabitants when I left, and it grew even large. Now, only a few thousand remain. Surely there is space for all of us. We can settle far from here if you prefer. Perhaps near Carrion Cove, which also had a good port. We can also offer our help to defend the island from marauders and adventurers."

Bobby Drake has posed:
Bobby Drake leans over toward Bishop and says quietly, "Sure, no problem, man. I'm here to help." Though when he asks about the former regime, he shrugs his shoulders and murmurs, "Let's just say I'd be surprised if they were here to bring over cookies and a welcome to the neighborhood basket." But then he falls quiet to turn his attention to the two figures addressing the royalty on the beach, waiting to see what they are actually there for. One brow ticks up a little as he listens, glancing over toward Lorna, curious to see what her thoughts are.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
    Apologies are heard, but are they accepted? Pietro's face is a stoic mask, doing little for others to read his impressions of the situation. At least, those not familiar with him. There might have been an air of disbelief viewable for those that know when to look for it, but immediately replaced with that overall mein of mild annoyance that Pietro wears so well.

    This....isn't his decision to make. That much is certain for the speedster. And so, he waits for Lorna's consideration to occur. In the meantime, there may be a quick calculation of how many ships have appeared, the head moving ever so slightly as the count is tallied and calculations weighed.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna was known for being more diplomatic than her father, or at least was quickly becoming known as one. She played the politics game. She wined and dined and knew how to speak without causing international incidents. There hadn't been any explosive threats from the young Queen. No large swaths of humans dead at her feet. For all that the fearmongering mutant hate groups claimed.

A green eyed glance was spared back to the Magistrate's representatives before her and to the ships once more. Her lips thinned into a white line. Pursed. Thoughtful. But otherwise she didn't seem to move toward an expression. Finally, after letting the silence deepen, she spoke.

"I will take your plea into consideration. I hope you'll understand, that I will require some time to think on your request."

Bishop has posed:
Bishop looks like he might have something to say, but doesn't seem inclined to interrupt. And so he approaches Fabian and murmurs to him, "If we ask for crew and passenger rosters on the ships carrying the refugees I can start searching through them for any known terrorists, agitators and perpatrators of hate crime that might be hinding in their numbers. Start vetting them early."

Fabian Cortez has posed:
Fabian nods slightly to the man speaking to him. "I'll see what I can scare up," he murmurs back, grimly. He suspects there may be quite a few of those, and Bishop's help is sorely appreciated.

Bobby Drake has posed:
Bobby Drake remains where he is standing for the time being, observing the proceedings. This isn't his place to comment, really, though he does nod a little bit to Bishop's plan. That seems like a good idea. But for the moment, his attention is on the ship in the distance while he continues to listen, just keeping an eye out.

Scott Summers has posed:
The general sighs, looking somewhat relieved. At least he is not going to get kicked out violently. Or killed. "I... understand. But I need a swift response for my people there," he gestures to the small fleet. "The situation is volatile. I know the X-Men could be here in large numbers in two or three hours, perhaps less. The eyes of the world are on us, the Avengers," again he nods to Pietro. "So, time deprives us of all advantage in the case of a violent conflict. But if you just allow us to land elsewhere and give us minimal reassurances, we can depart in minutes."

Meanwhile a group of mutants has been gathering at the edge of the beach. Maybe a hundred. They look angry and beligerant. Unus is among them.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
    There is a slight leaning over to Lorna's left side, as soft words are murmured in her ear from her brother, the Avenger. "6 ships. about a thousand people total. There are some civilians aboard each one." He obviously never left Lorna's side to go look...but it didn't preclude him from counting heads...and recounting heads. "Your call on letting them land. They will be watched, regardless."

     Ominous words from Pietro, but only meant for Lorna anyways. Still...plans need to be made. Pietro does steps to the side, still well within conversational distance...but closer to Bishop and Fabian. And....it is to Fabian that Pietro appears to be approaching, possibly to discuss the new wrinkle in administrative responsibilities.

    Or, rather, determining the appropriate method to watch over the potential influx without making waves diplomatically.

Bobby Drake has posed:
"We've got some folks gathering over on the beach," Bobby says, noting the gathering of mutants, "And they're not looking too happy about the situation. There might be some trouble brewing if they land and that group decides to put up a stink about it." It's more an observation of possible confrontation than a warning of any kind, really.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna's eyes narrowed faintly as the general sighed and asked to land on Genoshan soil. She exhaled a breath, still otherwise unmoved as she kept her senses trained on the boats beyond. Even as Pietro leaned in to speak to her about what he knew. It all tracked with the sparks of neurons and bundles of nerves she'd guesstimated at. The ships, she could feel still.. save for the larger one which had something blocking most of her senses. They'd come prepared, to an extent.

She inclined her head at Pietro briefly, but her gaze lingered on the Magistrates representatives before her.

"No. You are not permitted to land on Genoshan soil. It is enough that you are permitted in Genoshan waters. You may wait for my answer on your ships." She let her hands fall to her sides. As Bobby spoke, she smiled, and it was cutting. "For your people's safety."

Bishop has posed:
When Bobby Points out that a crowd is starting to gether, Bishop nods, "It sounds like they will be leaving soon so it is my hope they will not get further agitated." That said though he moves to stand between the mounting group and the party speaking on the beech. His expression is clear, be cool people. Be cool.

Scott Summers has posed:
"We can't wait for long, however," replies the general, looking rather worried. Some agreement needs to be reached quickly to avoid violence, your majesty," he pleads.

"In half an hour the mines attached to the hulls of the freighters will go off and sink both ships," explains Rebecca Lauria. "You will lose almost all the supplies. And then it will begin a fight that even if you win will cost the lives of many of the refugees."

The general gives the woman a withering glance, but she just shrugs with a 'what? Not my plan' kind of expression. The old man looks back at Lorna. "I am sorry. Not everyone wants peaceful coexistence. But I managed to wrench a promise from the... most belligerent factions we would attempt an agreement first and stick to it."

The crowd of angry mutants is moving forward, muttering and tumultuous. Probably aiming for a lynching.

Bobby Drake has posed:
Bobby Drake's jaw ticks a little and he struggles not to say something decidedly undiplomatic at the mention of them having mined the freighters. It's definitely a force of will to not comment, because Bobby is not good at hiding what he's feeling. He's pretty transparent -- even if he wasn't, you know, made of ice. And he can do nothing to hide the anger at the thought of these people making threats because they can't wait.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
    Well....that certainly sets Pietro off. His attention snaps back to the two emissaries, in particular the female, those blue eyes blazing with anger. "You think you can come in here and threaten the lives of innocents? What stops me from taking every single one of those mines you state you have on those supply ships and returning them to each one of your own?" Besides, you know, he is supposed to be a good guy here. An Avenger, no less.

    Still, they managed to have pissed off the elder Maximoff. The situation may escalate quicker than even Quicksilver.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna's expression remained coldly impassive. Even as Bobby and Pietro struggle with their own rage, she reached out a hand toward her brother. But her gaze remained on the two representatives in front of her. "Leave now. You have said your piece. Thank you for the information." She pursed her lips, and slowly, oh so slowly, inhaled and exhaled through her nose and out her mouth. The only clear indication that she was feeling anything further than she had before.

Her anger had slipped through past the point of frothy and straight onto silent, icy rage. The kind that her father held near constantly and typically involved a slaughter of some kind or the other.

Fabian Cortez has posed:
"I would see no issue with Your Highness doing so," Fabian notes coldly, before the Queen commands the interlopers to leave. He keeps his hand on his weapon, ready to draw and fire should they even twitch funny on their way back to their boat.

Bishop has posed:
Bishop looks back over his shoulder, brows furrowing as a threat is made, but Lorna Dane stands her ground. The big man draws a breath and focuses on the advancing mob. "Not a step further. They are leaving, and there will be no need for this." His tone is calm, but resolute. Making it very clear he is not going to stand asside for them.

Scott Summers has posed:
And yet the woman steps forward instead of backing down. "How good are you at disabling Genoshan mines, Avenger?" Snaps back the Magistrate. "You can't even see them because..." the general grabs her and tries to pull her back. Which he really can't, since he is an old guy and she is obviously very fit. But at least that shuts her up.

"No innocents will die, you have more than enough time to evacuate the ships," he points out. "Regardless, this... is not necessary. I want to live in peace what few years I have left. Again, I beg you to allow us to land south of the island. I promise I will have the mines deactivated. If you wish I will remain here as a hostage. I can also wait twenty minutes by the boat if nothing else..."

"MAGISTRATE SCUM!" Someone yells angrily. It is Purge, one of Unus' friends. "This is not your country anymore, it is ours! Go away!" The rest of the crowd roars in approval. The tall blond man takes a step forward and finds the huge form of Bishop in front of him. It gives him a momentary pause.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna inhaled and exhaled slowly, purposefully, letting her hand fall back to her sides. "Get on your boat, and please leave. I cannot promise your safety. You said we have thirty minutes? Then I fully ask that you give us that. Your people are impatient? They sailed for how long to get here? They can wait thirty minutes." She arched a brow and tilted her head.

"Otherwise I cannot make any promises." She folded her arms and glanced around once particularly at the mutants that approached in anger and then back to the Magistrates.

Bobby Drake has posed:
"I can freeze the water around the hull," Bobby points out, "Even if we can't see them, they'll show up as bumps away from the hull in the ice." Then he's off toward Bishop, going to back him up. He takes up a stand in front of Unus and the others, "Look, your Queen hasn't even given them permission to go aground. There are mines on the hulls of the freighters. Help us evacuate the freighters. Do that for your people who are on there with those supplies. Help us get rid of the mines. Let her deal with the Magistrate and the General, huh?"

Bishop has posed:
Bishop nods to Bobby, grateful to have the back up. He looks back over the crowd and says, "The Queen, the Prince and the Councilor will not allow them to harm anyone." He looks down at Purge and locks eyes with him for just a moment, "Stand down."

Fabian Cortez has posed:
Fabian is staring at the General and the Captain with pure murder in his eyes. The only reason he hasn't shot them both yet in cold blood... reasons, actually... are one green-haired child of Magneto who has been quite clear with him lately what his restrictions are (jump only when she says jump), and one white haired son of Magneto who very much has the power to enforce Lorna's orders.

His sidearm does come out of its holster, though it stays muzzle facing the beach sand... for now. A moment from lifting and firing.

He lifts a brow at Pietro as the man approaches, as if to ask... 'now'? He eyes Bishop and Iceman. If they look like they need a boost, and things get ugly, he has no problem doing so.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
    "I don't need to disable the mines." Pietro's voice shifts from that heated anger to icy cold. "You will, after I place each and every one of you into the hold of the mined freighter and lock you in. There are, what, only about a thousand? It would be easy." Never mind the fact that Pietro could possibly unload the ships himself, should he choose to. A fact that he does not mention immediately.

    Still, Pietro knows that his sister knows his limits....and that there is one here willing to raise those limits. The question is unspoken, but there. Unload the freighters or deal with the old guard?

Scott Summers has posed:
The general bows to Lorna again, and pretty much drags the angry Lauria to the boat. That woman must be somewhat crazy because it looks like she is ready to take on Unus and Purge with her bare fists. Or maybe she knows crazy martial arts.

Meanwhile Unus moves against Bobby, until Bishop reminds him, he is not actually in charge. Well, at least not when Polaris, Quicksilver and Fabian are all there. He might be willing to defy any of them, but not the three at once, he is not that foolish. "You better keep them off Genosha," he grumbles defiantly, but then he steps back.

Bobby Drake has posed:
When Unus starts to move against them, Bobby brings both hands up, prepared to create an ice wall between them if he needs to, but then Bishop manages to get Unus to back down a bit, and he lowers them slightly, not feeling the need to escalate the situation if it doesn't need to be escalated. He listens to the others behind them over his shoulder. For the time being he maintains his ground.

Bishop has posed:
As the angry mob starts to fade back, even if just a little, Bishop steps forward and starts to walk along them, "There's a lot to do, and they are leaving." He says as the general drags the reluctant woman to the boat. "Let's get back to get supplies off the pier." Bishop seems to be intent to go with them and help with this, and hopefully keep them out of trouble.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna pursed her lips, watching as the Magistrates turned and finally, finally, left. She waited until they were on the ship until she turned and looked upon those gathered about. "Right, we need to move. Those mines, need to be taken care of. The ships have to be unloaded. We need those supplies." She exhaled a breath.

Her green eyed gaze shifting to Fabian. "We'll need you. But, firstly, should we allow them to land and pick them off? Or cut them off here and now? They have something blocking my powers and senses on the largest ship. We have to assume they have other anti-mutant tech beyond that. These people enslaved our people for years."

Fabian Cortez has posed:
"As you command," Fabian rumbles, looking wickedly pleased. "Tell me who and how much," he notes, taking a half step back and setting his crutch in the sand. "Let them drown, is my thought. Don't let them defile our home any further."

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
    There is a frown as thoughts race through Pietro's head. Several plans, weighing the benefits and drawbacks...and backups for those plans. Then, with a snap, he turns to Bobby. "Freeze the hulls of the cargo ships." It isn't a question, or even a polite request. It was, flat out, an order. "Make sure that those ships are buoyant enough to remain afloat should these supposed mines trigger." And hell, who knows? Maybe the cold will mess with the triggering mechanisms and disable the explosives for them.

Bobby Drake has posed:
It's not really the time for polite requests but decisive action. Bobby'd already offered, and so the order from Pietro is just the confirmation that he was waiting for to move. He immediately turns away from Unus and his men and instead zips off toward the water, plunging into it and diving beneath the cargo vessels where he begins the process of creating a layer of ice below the waterline of each hull gradually extending upward, attempting to show anything invisible attached to the hulls of the ship, and to perhaps freeze over any resulting holes in the event that something goes off. Two birds, one ice cube.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna exhaled a breath, looking to her brother briefly, "Can you empty that out before the time's up?" She looked worriedly at the supply shipment and then back toward the ships that floated beyond, carrying Magistrates and their weapons. She pursed her lips, closing her eyes briefly as she tried to center herself.

"The world is watching," She murmured softly, "We've had Hydra, pirates, looters.. and now this. And the world will say, we shouldn't strike because there are innocent people on those ships. To strike would be, I'm sure as the UN would say.. a war crime." She pursed her lips together, and her gaze swung toward Fabian.

"But my father told me a saying once... he said, if there's a Nazi at the table and ten other people sitting there talking to him, you have a table with eleven Nazis." She swallowed thickly. "The Magistrates enslaved our people. I've held mutates in my arms as they cried. I won't work with people that speak of peace while they put a gun to our heads." She shook her head and exhaled another breath. "Fabian, I need you. I can take out all but the largest ship. We'll need another plan for that one. Thoughts?"

Fabian Cortez has posed:
Fabian frowns, grimly. "I can boost you, and his highness." He considers. "And Mr. Drake-- by a fair margin. I can boost just one of you to a point of overload, but you may not remain entirely sane... so I'd advise against it." He eyes the largest ship. "Well, powers may not take it." He cocks his sidearm. "But not all of us have powers that we rely on to battle. There are soldiers among us, myself among them. We're willing to defend Genosha... even if not with our powers, but with grit, steel, and lead." He considers. "Also, that ship is made of metal, is it not? If I... just boost you, Your Majesty, to a point of near-overload... you should be able to lift the damn thing, flip it over, and dump the bastards out." He grimaces. "You'll have a hell of a headache afterwards."

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
Pietro glances over to the ship, then back to Lorna and Fabian. "I can." A momentary look of disgust crosses his features. "Though I may need augmentation...to be able to carry anything significantly heavy." That admission hurt Pietro terribly, as a somewhat guilty expression darkens Pietro's mein with a quick glance to Fabian. Might Pietro be sorry? He wouldn't admit to it. "But...yes. It can be done."

Scott Summers has posed:
The Genoshans (ex-Genoshans?) have retired to their boat maybe twenty yards away from the mutants on the beach. Tyr DeKooning is has sit down, and he is smoking from a pipe. Rebecca Lauria is standing, unable to pace due to the lack of space but looking as if she really wants to.

Then Bobby freezes the water around the cargo ships, making sure that even if the mines detonate they won't sink. It is easy to see Lauria consternation at this display of sheer power. But Tyr seems to shrug in a 'told you' way.

Further by the beach, the mutant crowd is clapping and howling. And Unus seems to want to say something again.

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna settled her hands on her hips, glancing at the grumblings of Unus and the others, and then back to the gaggle of X-men, particularly Bobby as he dove beneath the waves and iced the boat's sides over. She nodded once, and pursed her lips together. "Do whatever needs to be done to clear that ship. Once that's done, I'll take out our unwelcomed guests. If you boost me, Fabian, I have an idea on how to handle the larger ship with its protections." After all, it might be protected from direct manipulations from her powers.. but she doubted it could dodge having the other ships thrown at it. There would be a lot of destruction.

"I want this beach prepared to handle supplies, and debris that might wash ashore. Arrest any of the Magistrates that might survive, though I doubt that many will." She mused.

Bishop has posed:
Bishop seems pleased t he crowd is dispersing and seeing them on their way makes his way towards Bobby at a jog, "Well done Mr. Drake. Do you think Mr. Maximoff can get to the rest of the bombs in time? I can try to bleed off as much of the blast as possible if you can help me get clo...."

Bishop's thought falls short as the crowd starts hooting and hollering, for Iceman's amazing feat and he turns to see them drifting back this way, and of course, Unus looking like he's decided he's not done. "Bloody hell. He's going to be that guy today isn't he?"

Fabian Cortez has posed:
Fabian nods sharply, and reaches out with his powers to send a boost to Lorna, but also to Pietro, and to a lesser extent Bobby to help him maintain what he's doing.

For those boosted?

It feels euphoric. Mutant power extended, strengthened, heightened. Lorna had once described the experience as "mutant cocaine" and she wasn't too far off. And this wasn't all he could boost: for Lorna, she has been boosted to about three times her normal strength, and the same for Pietro. He could do more if they demanded it, but he knows how... unsettling... it can be. Bobby gets about a 1.5 times boost-- not as much, but he senses the other mutant doesn't really //need// it.

Bobby Drake has posed:
Bobby remains beneath the water in his ice form, maintaining control over the ice around the cargo ships. He's not too far beneath the surface, but he's keeping away from the other non-cargo vessels just in case, and occasionally surfacing to check how things are going onshore. In the meantime, however, he scans the hulls of the ships to see if he can locate where the mines are, exactly.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
     There is only a moment's of hesitation as Pietro listens to Lorna's orders. And...that pause is enough for Fabian to provide that extra kick...that enhancement that Pietro so callously turned down before. But now? Not that he would admit it, but Pietro...is definitely feeling the somewhat addictive effects. Still, no one around would be able to see, for the speedster immediately takes off as soon as the enhancement takes hold.

     There is a consideration...and Pietro keeps his speed under the sound barrier. No need for sonic booms this close to the general populace. However, that doesn't means he is being slow. A steady blue streak forms, between the ship and the end of the loading bay...where supplies start to appear. And keep appearing.

Bishop has posed:
Drawing in a deep sharp breath, Bishop watches as Iceman and Quicksilver streak into action to try and collect those bombs. There's a moment of frustration but he knows full well he can't keep up with either of them to help remove those bombs and so he focus's on securing the beach. There's a concern at the ruthlessness that comes into Polaris' voice as she surges with not just her raw power but that which Cortez imparts to her as well. Bishop looks to Lorna and says, "Put them down on the beach in one piece and I'll make certain we round them up peacefully."

The big man turns then and looks to Unus, "Alright then. If you are not going to leave, then be part of the solution. Any Magistrates that hit the beach will be *detained* not harmed." He reaches into one of the bigger pouches on his utility belt and pulls out a package of zip ties, never leave home without them, and tosses the pack to Unus.

Scott Summers has posed:
"We want to fight against those bastards," protests Unus. Detain? Really? Does he look like a cop? Wait, Bishop does! That is why he doesn't like the big man. "We don't even have a jail here," he points out. Unhelpfully.

The other mutants, however, seem quite content to watch how the royals handle the problem. Look at that: What would take a two thousand mutants a couple days of work, Quicksilver is going to do it in minutes.

Lorna Dane has posed:
As Fabian boosted her powers, her awareness of the magnetic fields above the Earth expanded. Energy crackled in the air around her, floating her hair on the currents that spilled out around her. Her eyes crackled with energy, and the iron deposits in the sand around her shifted to frame her personal fields.

A glance was spared for Bishop briefly, and Lorna inhaled deeply. "I won't allow these monsters to tarnish Genosha's soil again. Never again will they wield their weapons against us. Threaten us. Enslave us." She felt her skin prickle and break out in a sweat as she held her boosted powers. Her heart started to race, and she felt her anger spike with the flow of magnetism around her. She couldn't contain it for long, not with the searing, blinding power she held. It made her mind feel foggy, hazy almost. Even prepared for it, Lorna had been //truly// ready. She'd been tied to her father in the fields, but this was an entirely different level.

With that she floated into the sky, energy crackling with her passage. One hand reached out toward the ships that moved in the ocean, while the other went straight to the sky above, anchoring her position in the air against the magnetic fields high above, and the Earth's iron center below.

And then she pulled. With everything she had, a scream pulling from her lips as she made to yank the smaller ships into the air, and launch them at the largest.

Fabian Cortez has posed:
Fabian's power was so mundane in comparison to most, but dangerous in it's own right. And not just because when emotions are high, it can lend itself to poor decisions and a lack of emotional and intellectual control. But to see him use it? There is no indication, no sign. The man stands on the beach, hand still on his gun, looking for all the world as if he is doing nothing, despite the boost and feed he is pouring into the nobility of this isle and their ally under the waves.

Bobby Drake has posed:
Bobby Drake feels that rush of the boost from Fabian, that sort of tingling that rushes through his senses and makes everything just a little bit "more" all over, and he shakes his head slightly, not having expected it, but it does help him carefully maintain the ice barriers around the cargo ships. Most of his focus is there. It's only when he surfaces to look around that he notices Lorna high in the air above the water, the crackling energy around her, and he gets a very bad feeling, looking from her toward the smaller ships. "Lorna..?" But he's out in the water, and she's way up in the air. It's doubtful that she could even hear him. He looks back quickly to the shore where Unus and the other mutants are gathered, trying to get some sort of feel of what the situation is on the shore.

Bishop has posed:
"No we don't and that's my problem to deal with. There's not going to be a fight with waterlogged Magistrates that wash up on shore." Bishop tells Unus. And yes, Bishop is basically a Mutant Cop of the Future (tm) and well, in unfamiliar territory sometimes you revert to type. "Last time I am asking. Help out or get you and yours clear of this situation."

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
    From Pietro's point of view, he sees the power well within Lorna...the flight into the air....the tossing of the ships. Or, rather, he would have seen all of that if he wasn't focused on his own task at hand. Run to the ship, grab as many supplies as he can carry, run to the end of the dock, deposit. Over and over. The urge to run...to go *faster*...is there. Always there. Pietro can feel it, deep in his psyche. The fact that he absolutely knows, without the shadow of a doubt, that he could go so much faster. But, to do so would endanger the people. Not to mention perhaps melt a line through the ship from the friction alone.

    Still...it would be so *easy*. But he continues to unload.

Scott Summers has posed:
It take the Magistrates a few seconds to realize they are under attack. The ones in the smaller warships notice first, as they start moving towards the frigate rather quickly. The transports take longer. They weight thousands of tons, even for a booster Lorna it is not easy.

Then they start firing. First with light weapons, some of them lasers. Then the main ship larger cannons and the missile launchers lit up.

But before they are ready, the first of the smaller ships rams the frigate, making the whole warship shudder. Then the second hits. Some of the canons fire, but most miss wide.

Unus snickers. "Yes. Pity we are out of popcorn."

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna's eyes blazed with the power boost, even as she poured more and more magnetic energy into the ships, magnetizing them and forcing them together from her perch on high. The air crackled around her, and she reached out with both hands curled and clenched, a scream still ripping from her lips.

The missiles that flew toward her would likely be immediately caught in the magnetic bubble that had formed around her, and tossed into the air at a distance. They twisted about in the air, not slowing in their momentum were sent back to smash into the laser weapons. Her mind was splintering, weaving into a thousand objects and magnetic fields as she dragged in more magnetic power from the Earth's fields above.

Bishop has posed:
As Unus laments his lack of popcorn, Bishop just looks out to see as the smalller frigates become missiles at the larger ship. He is just silent watching the carnage unfold. Lorna is indeed correct. Not many are making it to shore.

Bobby Drake has posed:
From his spot in the water, Bobby stares as Lorna lifts all of the smaller ships and begins hurling them at the larger one, as the weapons go off and hurtle toward her. With his boosted strength, he is able to easily maintain control over the shells around the two cargo carriers. There's a kind of stunned look on his face, but at the same time, he doesn't really have an alternative plan to offer other than, "Lorna! We don't even know what's on that ship! Try to disable it. Hit the engines or something. But.." He doesn't even know if she can hear him.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
    The pile continues to grow as the elder brother to the magnetic force of destruction doesn't relent his speed. It is a race against time. Who knows how long before the ships explode, or are targetted, or just sink into the bay because of some hidden ploy? No. It is a race to save a nation...and Pietro is going to make sure he wins.

Scott Summers has posed:
The frigate is not firing on the cargo ships. Only at Lorna, trying to stop her from destroying the ships. The first smaller warship looks in bad shape, the prow demolished, there are men in the water.

Then the second small ship hits, and explodes, the impact causing some significant damage on the larger ships and certainly many casualties.

The transports come next, and they are as large as the frigate, and so much deadlier. The warship is trying to escape the impact, but it is not moving quickly, it needs more time! Meanwhile the missiles it fired have been turned back, and although they don't explode on impact, they still cause some damage on the laser turrets, two of which stop shooting.

On one of the transports a few Magistrates manage to climb into one of the flying machines and it takes off, speeding towards Lorna, firing its machine-guns.

Back on the beach the old general is off the boat and running towards Biship and Fabian, "stop! Stop her! There are civilians on the ships. There are foreign reporters!"

Bobby Drake has posed:
When the flying machine takes off and speeds toward Lorna, firing its machine guns, Bobby reaches out and coats its machine guns in ice. Guns don't like to fire when they are jammed up with ice, hoping that discourages the flying machine from doing more than fleeing. He doesn't ice it out of the sky though, hoping it will turn back instead.

Bishop has posed:
"So your brought them to be your suicide shields while you try to extort and terrorize your way back on island?" Bishop says, his voice has disdain. "As a man with plenty of blood on his hands, I hope that eats you from the inside out when this situation ends in tragedy, because I don't think I can stop her." And that said he grabs the general's shoulder and starts dragging him towards the water line, "But I am going to try." And with a heavy he tries to pull the general past him and towards the water line, "You should get on your boat and go and try and save the people you are getting killed."

Bishop looks up at Lorna then and says, "Your Highness, I don't know if you can hear me but please, listen." She is too high up in the air for him to reach, but he starts trying to focus, trying to absorb errant magnetism out of the air as she throws it with such veracity, but he's just not close enough and has no way to get there. "Polaris, please don't do this. I have seen where this kind of reciprocity leads and it leads to nowhere good for anyone." He looks to the General and then back to Lorna, "Your Brother and Iceman can stop the bombs.. Deny their ships, send them back to sea, but don't become what you behold."

Fabian Cortez has posed:
Fabian watches Bishop from his position on the beach. And he laughs.

"She can't hear you." A trickle more power boosts into Lorna as she whips the magnetic fields of the island into a raging frenzy the likes of which Cortez hasn't seen since her father was alive and in power. "She doesn't //want// to hear you."

A smirk, no, a sneer ripples across the nobleman's face. "The world watches. They spit on us, they deny us what is ours: our birthright. We are homo superior. We are the rightful rulers of this world, as it has been foretold, as the Word HAS BEEN SPOKEN. With the Death of Magneto, His Martyrdom-- this is what it all leads to. We rise. We had to fall, we had to be ground to dust so we could rise from the ashes, stronger, better, //harder// than before.

"Our people watch. They are who are important. The blood of Magento gives them hope! The blood of Magento gives them STRENGTH! THE BLOOD OF MAGNETO CRIES OUT FOR BLOOD. FOR VENGEANCE! For...

"...justice."

Cortez breathes out, slowly, the remnants of what he has left to offer flowing upwards, into Lorna and heightening her power, he abilities-- and her madness, her rage.

"THE QUEEN HAS SPOKEN. She is the True Heir of Magento, she is the true heir of He Who Died for US, for OUR SALVATION!" he roars, the Acolyte's sermon echoing down the beach, easy for Unus and his people to overhear. "ALL HAIL QUEEN LORNA! ALL HAIL POLARIS, QUEEN OF THE MUTANTS, QUEEN OF GENOSHA!"

Lorna Dane has posed:
Lorna was unaware of the chaos happening on the beach below her. She could barely hear over the sounds of explosions, guns, screams, crunching metal and ships colliding on the waves. It was just added to the chorus of sound around her. Along with her own screams of effort as she //pushed// with everything she could drag from the magnetic fields.

The flying machines were barely a registered irritant to her along the magnetic pulses of the world around her. She was blinded by the fields, seeing only via their sparks, their energies.

Which is when the second surge of boosted power from Fabian struck her, and overwhelmed what little sense of the world around her she held. Whatever sliver of logical thought that held her present in the situation broke. Energies swirled and crackled around her in a magnetic forcefield, and the iron particles of the beach below flew up in response.

Her magnetic energies overshadowed the poles. No she was the polestar in the magnetic chaos, with one final scream ripping from her lips and push of her powers, she made to shove the ships against each other. She ripped iron. Steel. Electrical systems. Anything and everything was blasted in one concentrated, explosive magnetic pulse.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
    It has happened. Even admist the constant running, the continual unloading of the cargo ships, during the perpetual *running* that should normally make the speedster happy, it has finally happened.

    Pietro finds himself bored.

    That knowledge that he can do more...faster, better, more efficient than what he currently is has finally reached him. And so, even in the midst of running at sub-sonic speeds, Pietro's mind wanders. During the middle of the unloading, his eyes roam. And finally, finally, he sees what his sister has become. What she is doing to the ships. He sees the people falling into the ocean. He sees the damage that she has brought to the frigate. He sees....vestiges of his father.

    And Pietro finds himself not liking what he sees.

    In the midst of the running, performing the same route for who-knows-how many times, a plan formulates. It is reviewed, weighted, measured and revamped. And...acted upon.

    And what the plan calls for....is more speed.

    Effortlessly, at least to Pietro, he accelerates. Knowing what it will bring. For those that might be watching...those who can possibly keep up with the blue streak will see that it suddenly deviates....and heads out to the ships in trouble....growing faster until suddenly the air is pierced with a bone-rattling sonic boom....right next to the frigate. That blue streak is almost invisible now...traveling faster than the eye can follow at it appears that those exiles within the waters are no longer in the water. And the ships start to empty of their human cargo....while another cargo ship, nearly empty of supplies, starts to receive its new cargo.

    The exiles themselves.

Scott Summers has posed:
"We didn't come to fight! I believed we could negotiate!" The general looks aghast, yelling at Bishop while looking at one of the small warships sinking, a burning wreck.

The flier dashes forward, trying to shot down the magnetic mutant woman, but then its cannons are frozen and it can't do much.

Magistrate Lauria rushes to attack Fabian, eager to punch his smirk off his face. But Unus intercepts her and backhands her off the way. This makes the older villain smile. Finally, he punched a Magistrate. It had been in his 'to do' list for a while.

There is a huge crunching sound as the transports hit the warship. So massive Lorna couldn't accelerate them at great speed, but they are still thousands of tons impacting at nearly a hundred miles per hour. Steel shatter, wood splinters. Modern warships do not have 'battleship' armor. The first transport smashes halfway the hull. The second is overkill, the warship breaks in twice, sending hundreds of sailors and soldiers to the sea.

Fabian Cortez has posed:
"Negotiate?" hisses Fabian. "You... you threatened the people you once subjugated. ENSLAVED. You filth. You worms. How dare you stand there and lie in the presence of GREATNESS? You are nothing. Your words are nothing. Your pleas fall on deaf ears, as the pleas of those YOU COLLARED AND FORCED INTO SLAVERY ONCE DID ON YOURS!"

Lauria's attck doesn't even faze Fabian. Unus steps in to deflect it, but had she gotten a step closer? Fabian would have just //shot// her. With the //gun// he has //in his hand//. He cares little for human life. They are less than nothing to him, especially a human Magistrate.

"You didn't come to fight, and yet you mined the relief ships that would feed and house our people? You didn't come to fight, and you threatened MY QUEEN? You filthy FLATSCAN. How DARE you try and make yourself into a victim. You came in bad faith. You came with weapons drawn and with mutant-enslaving tech ready to use on a people in need of food and shelter! WE KNOW WHAT YOUR TRUE GOAL WAS, AND YOU WILL NEVER TAKE THIS ISLAND BACK. YOU WILL NEVER PUT YOUR BOOTHEELS ON THE THROATS OF YOUR BETTERS AGAIN."

Fabian smiles, but it's a terrible thing. "You will be lucky if you survive the night, General."

Bobby Drake has posed:
When people start falling into the water, Bobby creates a series of ice floes for them to cling onto long enough for Pietro to scoot out there and pick them up, trying to help keep people from drowning as the ships sink. He may be without the boost, but he doesn't really need it. The hulls have, for the time being, remained intact and thus have required little to no focus to maintain. And so he turns most of his attention now to create little floating islands more than large enough for Rose and Jack to /both/ survive.

Pietro Maximoff has posed:
    Not that the people would have needed to wait long on those ice floes. They are on there for a moment, then the next they are gone, replaced with a spray of seawater as something extremely fast and extremely low just skims along the surface. The circle of speed elongates, with the cargo ship as the center....as somehow Pietro continues to not only empty the cargo ships....but restocks them with refugees as well.

    And Pietro might....might have saw Lauria attempt to attack Fabian. And....he might have decided to do nothing and let Unus punch her. Because, damn it, that bitch deserves it.
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Bishop has posed:
Looking up at Lorna Bishop calls out, "Polaris!" He knows full well she can't here him at this point. He looks to Fabian for a moment as the fervor in his voice strikes like the tool that branded him when he was so very very young. The big man falls silent for a second and then kneels next to the recently Flattened-By-Unus Magistrate Lauria. He gets more zip ties out of his utility belt and attemps to secure her hands. He looks back over his shoulder at the General, "Back in your boat, and go help your people." a beat, "And I swear if you say another word and make this worse I *will* shoot you." Voice of reason or not, if the General thinks Bishop has enough of a fuse left to put up with his shit, he's not reading the room.

Lorna Dane has posed:
So long as the magnetic waves carried Lorna she was lost to the magnetic storm that erupted about her. There was only so much to wreck of the ships and quickly, her powers found a solid wall of physics that she couldn't cross. No matter how much power she poured into the iron and steel, and ripped and tore at the ships below... they couldn't physically be pushed beyond a certain point. Explosions were not magnetic. And weapons could only be ignited so much.

Polaris floated high on the currents, her head pounding from the flow of power through her neurons and nerve systems. They were quickly becoming overloaded, and unlike Magneto she had never experienced holding onto this much power for any length of time. She'd always practiced to the edge of her abilities and never pushed beyond it. So her ability to function through the haze of power was quickly falling apart.

Her physical ability to stay aloft was failing, and slowly, achingly slowly, she found herself drifting to the beach below.

Scott Summers has posed:
The last burst of magnetic force wreck the transports electronics and leave them pretty much helpless. There are also holes in the hulls, where Lorna has ripped iron and steel. Dozens of deaths, but most of the crew and passengers will make it to the lifeboats, or can be snatched from the ocean by the blur that is Quicksilver.

Getting snatched at high speed is not healthy, there will be broken bones. But it beats drowning.

Of all the returning exiles it looks like the only ones that escaped were the ones inside the half-frozen flier. But those machines only have about a hundred miles of range, they will have to land in Genosha.

Thanks to Iceman and Quicksilver, over a thousand Genoshans survived. But there are still hundreds of deaths. And the news worldwide will report how Polaris attacked ships that were under a white flag.

That is not going to be good for her reputation, or the new Genosha.