[h2][color=bfb5f1][center]Robert Linden[/center][/color][/h2]
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Robert had more or less finished up his current work for the day. Currently, he was trying to develop some new actuators for the space suits to allow for easier moving of materials for when they inevitably expanded the place. After all, if there was one thing he had learned about packing a bunch of mutants into one building, no matter how large it was, there was going to be a LOT of hanky-panky, meaning that replenishing or growing the population he doubted would be any kind of problem. The main problem would be making room for them, growing food, keeping up with the energy demands. Face facts, if Asteroids were meant to sustain life, they would already do so. This was like fitting wings to a car. Yes technically it can do something that it couldn't before, but that doesn't mean it would be any good at that something. Why oh why did he listen to a damn word Asari had said? "Yes i promise i will help a mad terrorist complete his mad vision." were not the exact words out of his mouth, but they may as well have been. At least Genosha was an actual island capable of sustaining life. Plus, it was the middle of the Mediterranean, could catch some rays down at the beach... Then again, his pasty celtic skin had never really browned too well. He smiled as he remembered him and his wife's adventures across southern Italy and how many days he had had to lay down and let her rub ointment onto all of his sun-burns.

He let out another sigh as he came back to his current present out in deep space before flicking the controls of his wheelchair and the motors whirred him towards the door. He needed to go check of little Jasmine. She was in the middle of class at the moment. With the lack of animals aboard, her powers would be difficult to train, but most importantly, difficult to go out of control. As he went towards the door, he heard a voice he hadn't heard in some time from out in the hallway. He sighed again as he wheeled out into the hall and looked Pietro and the other 2 with him up and down. [color=bfb5f1]"Pietro Maximoff..."[/color] He sighed in his Irish brogue. [color=bfb5f1]"Can't say as i'm totally shocked to see you come crawling back to your pappy. Lemme give you fair warning, there are a lot of your old Brotherhood buddies up here who are rightfully pissed at you jumping ship."[/color] He slowly wheeled towards him. [color=bfb5f1]"But mammy never raised a snitch, so I won't tell them if you don't. Anyway, your old buddies around here listen to everything your Ould Fella says, and he's pretty forgiving to mutants, so i'd say you zip on over to him, have your little heart-to-heart and you'll be good as gold."[/color] As he got close enough to the three of them, he extended a hand for Pietro to shake [color=bfb5f1]"Robert Linden, we never met in person, but i saw yer face on quite a few dart boards around here. And who may i ask are your buddies? New recruits for the-"[/color] He put on his best Magneto impression in a somewhat mocking tone [color=bfb5f1]"Glorious Cause for Mutant Self Determination Among the Stars!?"[/color] Not even remotely attempting to hide the distain for what he was also clearly working for.