"[And that last remaining heir to the rightful throne of Genosha, Crown Prince Sai Von Morvayne, is suspected hiding in exile in the America…as for where, no one knows,]"
The new reporting and documentaries, are having a field day with the current new. No matter what, the stories about royalties would always be the hottest story that anyone wanted to follow. After all it was a glamorous title, being a royalty that is and when that title comes with wealth and power, it was something even the nation and people that 'hated' the idea of monarchy would salivate to hear the story about it.
The screens display, flickered with live feeds a lot of media source, talks show from the us, news from France and also from Hammer Bay, where crowds of mutants gathered outside the Magina Paper Factory, their faces alight with something foreign to Genosha—hope.
"Phase One complete, is now 100% complete, Father," Magina announced, her voice laced with satisfaction. "The people believe."
I smirked, swirling the wine in my glass. Of course they believed. The story was perfect—tragic, romantic, and most importantly, just plausible enough to be true.
The Last Prince of Genosha. Sai Morvayne.
A royal heir in exile, forced to watch from afar as his people suffered under a corrupt regime. A noble soul secretly working to better their lives through his factory's charity work. Forced to mask his helping hand, in order to not be stopped from helping hi subject. Clearly a story that can create a box office movie.
It was a complete fiction. And yet...
Hammer Bay – Three Weeks Earlier,
The Magina Paper Factory rose from the industrial district like a beacon—clean, modern, its walls freshly painted in vibrant blues rather than the drab grays of Genosha's other factories.
From day one, it was different. Why? Simple, because it was own by a foreign company, and because it offered a much better work conditions and benefits that sounded so outrageous to the people of Hammer Bay city. Workers received, Triple, the standard wage, baffling especially in a nation where there are no standard wages. Full medical coverage, Hot meals during shifts, Safety equipment that actually worked, not just something that the company had to 'List' in order to be able to work and operates.
Many were skeptic about this, after all who would throw money on a falling nation and degrading city. Even The Press Gangs scoffed at first. "Who would pay mutants so well?"
But then the factory did not just stop there, the factory began to do something even baffling to everyone in Hammer Bay City, and that is starting a charity programs, Free clinics treating work camp injuries, Food distributions in the poorest districts, School supplies for mutant children. Within a week, the factory's reputation spread like wildfire.
As the factory slowly gaining reputation and began to become a positive corner stone in the city and the people lives, then the rumor mill began to start, juicy rumors and hidden secret began to start wafting through the air and people's ears, it started as whispers in the lunch line.
"Heard the owner's someone important..."
"They say he's got royal blood..."
Then came the pamphlets—neatly printed on Magina paper, of course—detailing the "true" history of Genosha, The Morvayne dynasty's benevolent rule. The CIA-backed coup. The murdered royal family. The lone prince surviving in exile. These rumor then evolved into an intelligent discussion and investigations by the factory workers, eager to latch on the hope, eager to perhaps sees that maybe, just maybe Genosha can change.
The Magistrate reacted exactly as predicted. In the back alley, of Hammer Bay City, A Press Gang officer slammed a mutant worker against the brick wall. "Where'd you get this trash?" He shook one of the pamphlets.
"I—I found it!"
"CRACK." The baton came down hard. "Liar! Who's spreading these lies?"
Nearby, hidden cameras captured every brutal moment. This is not a single isolated incident that they always reported. This cruel breakdown was committed all over the city, by week's end, the beatings only fueled the rumors.
"Why would they care if it wasn't true?"
"The factory's too good to be some random rich guy's project!"
Then came the final piece—the factory workers discovering "proof" online. A young mutant woman gasped as her phone screen displayed a digitized copy of the '1901 Royal Decree.' "Look! It's real! Queen Victoria's seal and everything!"
Her coworkers crowded around; their eyes wide. One man, his face still bruised from a Press Gang interrogation, whispered: "We need to tell everyone."
I switched off the feeds, satisfied. The seeds were planted. The roots were spreading, like mushroom after the rain. Magina and I kept the situation in Genosha closely, each hour and each day.
"Magina, show me the current analytics…".
"At the moment…87% of Hammer Bay residents believed the Morvayne narrative…62% supported 'the prince's return'". Magina reported, all in all, the people now slowly holding a stronger belief that the Morvayne family is real.
"Whilst, The Magistrate approval ratings at 9% and falling…Sitting currently at -59%, they just become more hated by the day,". Comically Magina commented.
"What is the current effect of the Video release?". I asked.
"The reaction had been steady, father, the Genoshan government denied the video claims while actively trying to confiscate and blocked the video from spreading, whilst the people secretly watching and spreading the video content…". Magina showed me. President David graphic conference to discredit my video. Funny how it is, the more he tried to deny the validity of the content the more people believed that the video was real.
Magina projected profiles of key Genoshan figures across the globe. "Father, I've begun recruiting influential members of the Genoshan diaspora," she reported. "These individuals could prove vital to our cause."
I studied the faces before me - activists, scholars, former government officials who had fled the island's oppression. "Excellent work. But don't limit yourself to those still in Genosha. Reach out to expatriates as well. I'm certain many would jump at the chance to return to a reformed homeland."
Magina nodded. "Understood. There are Genoshan communities in New York, London, Paris - all filled with those who dream of seeing their country freed from its current regime."
The desperation of these displaced people was palpable even through their digital dossiers. For decades, they had screamed into the void, begging the world to pay attention to Genosha's suffering. Their protests outside UN buildings, their op-eds in foreign newspapers - all ignored. Now they would finally be heard.
Now I beg the question, Why Genosha? The answer was simple, yet complex in its implications. I needed a homeland, a base of my own that I can mold it by my vision and ideas, by what I wanted for an effective and strong nation were. But not only that, wanted to also, performed my responsibility to those that were like me. A nation not just for myself, but for all Meta-Humans.
The bitter truth was this: nowhere on Earth was safe for my kind. Governments paid lip service to mutant rights while secretly funding Weapon X programs. Corporations publicly condemned discrimination while quietly purchasing mutant DNA on the black market. Even if I spent every night as Wraith dismantling these operations, it would never be enough. The hatred ran too deep. The greed was too entrenched.
"Reform is impossible within existing systems," I murmured, watching footage of yet another anti-mutant rally in America. "I need my own nation. my own laws. my own future."
Genosha presented the perfect opportunity. An island nation already populated primarily by mutants, just waiting for the right leader to unshackle them from their oppressors. A perfect base for me to foster, to grow and prepared, so that I will have the support of people behind me when the time comes. Earth as a whole were in the line here, and I for one cannot in my good consciences leaving the responsibility of defending a planet where I resides on, in another mans or another nation hands.
Leaving the job for the heroes? Is that a viable option, the answer Is no. not at all. The heroes were people, and they were far too complicated and too little of numbers to even functioned correctly and effectively. The evidence of the so-called heroes' inadequacy was everywhere, and depending on this people to defend an entire planet. That is just absurd, and any normal people and sane leader should never do that.
Sure, heroes were all great, but that was in the MOVIES, now it was a real life, and I for one would not be so comfortable to just let them take all the responsibility, the world had to change and adapt. If not, it was only fair that the entire world turned to shambles. Take example from the movies, Seoul during Ultron's attack - streets littered with corpses as the Avengers focused solely on stopping the robot, leaving civilians to fend for themselves.
"Sokovia was lifted into the sky while the world watched," I said coldly. "And when it fell? The casualties were counted in the tens of thousands." Sokovia incident might even be a planet ending scenario, and the entire world simply sat back and do jacks hit. Then, there, The Hulk's rampage in Brazil. Entire neighborhoods reduced to rubble while Stark chased after his rogue weapon.
Avengers and heroes cannot become Earth sole protector, Avengers itself on its own was a noble idea. But, at the same time, it remained only that. In the movies they were depicted as the earth only deterrence to everything, but in reality, they had become a big chip in earth political war. Ultimately, they become the WSC tools and weapons, become the 'good' and the 'right' actions for WSC to imposed their powers on other nations. The Avengers good intent, had been devolved into nothing more than a simple political tool, a weapon to let the whole world bow to the, making their dominance on earth lasting.
"They claim to protect Earth," I continued, "but their protection is selective. Convenient. And it never extends to our kind."
The bitter truth was that Meta-Humans represented Earth's greatest defense against coming threats - alien invasions, cosmic catastrophes, interdimensional incursions. Yet instead of cultivating this resource, the world sought to control or destroy it.
"This isn't just about creating a safe haven," I explained to the holographic faces of my recruits. "This is about building something greater. A nation where Meta-Humans can thrive. Where our children won't be hunted for their gifts."
The plans were already in motion, Phase One - Establish my legitimacy as Genosha's rightful ruler (Completed). Phase Two, Rally the people against their oppressors (In Progress). Phase Three, Military takeover and establishment of new governance
But beyond that lay greater ambitions, A standing Meta-Human defense force. Advanced research facilities to study and enhance our abilities. Diplomatic outreach to establish Genosha as a world power. The pieces were falling into place. The world would soon learn that Meta-Humans would no longer be victims. I wanted Genosha to become the new protectors. The vanguard of Earth's future. And it all started with one small island nation ready for revolution.