Interlude 3-7- Whispers in the back

  Citadel– Outer Courtyard - 2008- 10- 25 (Morning)

  Eric Lensheer- (Magneto)

  They watched as Nath’aniel and Namor shared a few more words, mostly details about the attack against his daughter and those responsible. As well as attempting to arrange a means of contacting each other to settle on a ransom for his men and child.

  "You know what they are talking about?" Erik heard Frey ask his sister Freya.

  “Vaguely, I think they’re talking about the crimes that befell this world when we first arrived here.” His sister told him. She then stopped talking to drain an entire pitcher of water, and then she smmed the metal pitcher onto the table.

  Hearing that made Erik frown, as he wasn’t sure what ‘crimes’ they were talking about. Wolfsbane, whom had joined him at the woman’s outburst, tugged on his shoulder and asked. “(Isn’t the great truth about how we humans have the three different genes types?)” The mutant leader wasn’t sure why the Asgardians still spoke English while everyone else spoke Hebrew to him after Nath’s comprehension spell was cast on him.

  ‘A question for ter.’ He thought before nodding, but also reminded her. “The Sky Tribe did more than that. They also turned humans into the Atnteans and the Magi. And don't think for a minute that any of them really volunteered for these changes they did to us. Wait how do you know that, I haven't told anyone in the Brotherhood about that?"

  "(My powers give me good hearing remember?)" The little mutant admitted.

  Freya leaned forward and asked him. “Sky Tribe, is that what you call them?”

  “It is what Nath’aniel calls them, why do you know their real name?” Erik asked her. He shifted his head so that his helmet covered the deep cleavage she was showing him. The mutant leader wasn’t even sure if the woman was wearing a bra under those furs.

  However, it was her brother's squire who answered. "During that time they were known as the Spartorean Empire, but after Vali’s Rampage, their empire fell apart, both from external threats and internal revolts. So the nation itself is no more, while the races that made it still exist."

  “Well remembered squire.” The only male Asgardian said, before he spped the brunet on the back. “That was also when Vali earned his ascendancy and name. I highly doubt any of those races will ever forget High Prince Vali, the Vengeful… He was a tough man in and out of battle. I guess both his kids really do take after him in the end.” Frey sounded rather saddened at the end.

  “(High Prince?)” Wolfsbane repeated confused.

  "High Prince is the title given to the named heir," Urd’hili expined softly to the teen.

  ‘He must have died before his dad, Bor I think his name was, did.’ Erik mused. Yet instead of addressing more of their history, he asked the two siblings, rather the older sister. "Your outburst, about him being the Envoy's son, what did you mean by that? Is there a threat from Asgard that we should be aware of?”

  The archer goddess sighed before partially answering. "Not directly. But his survival may open some old wounds for us."

  Erik let the silence stretch on for a bit, but he honestly was pressed for time, because it was his duty to watch the other representatives, and thus he needed to settle this sooner rather than ter. So he pressed, asking. "Because of the arranged marriage, Bor settled between Nath’aniel and Odin’s daughter?”

  “What daughter? All of Odin’s children are boys.” Frey stated confused.

  The silence stretched on a bit more before Freya admitted. "His first child with our sister was a girl."

  "So it will be a problem. Did she marry someone else?" Erik asked.

  But he was spoken over by Frey’s outburst. “What daughter?! I have a niece? Who is she, where is she?!”

  Freya swiped her arm out in frustration, clearing a portion of the table in front of her. Gsses broke and shattered upon hitting the ground. The filled pitchers spilled their contents but survived the trip.

  While those close to them noticed, many of the other participants of Entreatment Day missed it as Namor flew up into the sky before shooting off into the distance. All gnced after him when he hit the speed of sound and created a sonic boom.

  Erik noted that Freya was breathing heavily, like she was about to again sh out. Yet Frey id his hand on her, and pulsed a wave of his golden light washing over her. Then a moment ter, she admitted in a whisper. “She died. She died in an ambush.”

  The mutant leader barely heard her so he turned towards his fellow mutant, who nodded at him that he heard right.

  Now it was Frey who was breathing heavily, before he asked, anger clear in his voice. “Against who, who killed my niece?”

  “She was sent to reply to a message we had received. This was before you were born. I was serving as her squire at the time… We also had two squadrons of warriors with us, aboard the warship. Yet as soon as we entered their territory they opened fire on us.’

  “The first volley disrupted our weapons and the second our navigation. She had us take shelter on a nearby moon… that’s when they unched their ambush.”

  “Who?” The god repeated his question.

  The goddess couldn’t look at her brother as she recounted her tale. “Gabriel led a force twice our number. While his spear of light easily cut through the outer yer of our hull, his men did little damage to the ship itself… We fought back against the boarding action, and I pushed too far, thinking I was winning.’

  "When in fact they were luring us out to better apply their superior numbers of soldiers on ours, and they cut deeply into our midst. She cut a path through them to reach me. Then she grabbed me by my colr like the wild animal I had fought like, and she hurled me back into the ship. The action left her open for Gabriel, an opening he more than took advantage of.'

  "He ran her through twice… with our weapons offline, the ship's technicians poured the extra power into the engines. And the st thing I saw was the Archangel standing on her back, before the ship's shields sealed up the hole in front of me and we turned and left their territory."

  "(Did you say Archangel?)" Wolfsbane asked while holding her cross. The cord had snapped back before she joined them, and Erik hadn't taken the time to make her a new one.

  The two gods ignored her question, as they were dealing with their own memories and emotions, but Urd’hildi nodded acknowledgment at the teen.

  “(But, but, but angels are…)” The younger mutant started to ramble.

  Erik walked over and embraced the smaller woman, trying to comfort her. As he did he reminded her. "Writers get the details wrong sometimes." Even though given that his own faith only covered the Old Testament, the mutant leader could totally believe that angels from those texts could betray and attack someone if ordered to do so.

  Then shouting and commotion pulled the mutant leader's attention back to the political bombshell that had just gone off beside him. As he felt through his powers, metal moved inside the rusty cargo container left behind by Namor.

  However, while he could feel it, and was tracking the movement inside the metal box, he worried for the worse. That Namor left a trap in his 'gift'. The activity going on at the ground entrance of the Citadel grabbed his attention more. As a woman, he didn't recognize had just walked out through the front doors of the magical tower.

  She had a tan completion and long red hair, and she wore a blue leather corset, which pushed up her ample bust, and covering her legs were bck silk pants that hugged her butt and legs rather tightly. The only modern item she wore was a pair of combat boots that he assumed the woman had taken from the communal stash that they had acquired from the Obsidian Fang mercenaries. Yet it was her glowing red eyes that identified her to him.

  'Copycat finally got her hands on a sample, did she? But can she pull off the air of a Magi?' Erik thought, before returning his attention to the moving metal… ‘Thing’.

  Others started to step away when they heard metal brushing against the metal from the inside of the container. And a couple of moments ter, a massive military construct knocked over the outermost pair, before rising to its full height. It was well over three meters tall, and almost as much wide. The robot looked to be a chiseled version of some kind of god, with swollen muscles and a slim waist. And yet its most outstanding feature was the massive singur eyeball in the middle of the machine's forehead.