Stolen Ship Niah would not detect more traces of the Phalanx present on the ship. However, given that the ship had been stolen from the Iron, it wouldn't be a bad idea to junk the ship upon arriving in the Blue and switch to something else, if only just to be more discrete about things. As for Cass' question, Raynor had gone more or less silent after Sparky screamed wanting everyone to stop talking about him, so she didn't get an answer as to whether or not he had more enemies.
"This is it," Folly told Amelia. They had been gradually descending for the last ten minutes, with Amelia flying relatively carefully. They were in what they would call Colorado back in their world - but here, it was just the Blue. "There should be a landing strip to put her down."
"Okie dokie," Amelia said, flying carefully and cautiously. It was a good thing she was, in her opinion, one of the best pilots out there - not many pilots would have the nerves to land a plane in the Colorado mountains, without air traffic control or someone on the ground to coordinate a landing. But her skills spoke for themselves, as Amelia saw a gigantic mansion built into the side of a mountain - and true to Folly's words, a landing platform. Amelia put them down gently, the landing nice and slow and easy. Once they had landed, Amelia killed the power to the engines of the plane.
"Alright, mates, we're here. We know you didn't have a choice in airlines, but we're happy you picked us anyways," Amelia joked.
She felt incredibly awkward - and a little bit stressed out. Celestine had just died. They were stranded in a bizarre strange world where Big Brother had been made a thing. And she didn't have a bloody clue how they were going to get home. At least she could now say she had flown a fascist country's stolen aircraft in an alternate universe - not too many pilots could boast that.
"I'm going to kill the power to everything, just in case the Borg happens again..." Amelia said, before powering down the aircraft completely.
"Huh. The Aerie's still here, then," Raynor said, somewhat quietly. He had lived here for a time. Back when he ran with the X-Men, they would sneak to the Aerie and lay low there when the Iron was on high alert. It was faster to get to the Aerie than going all the way back to Genosha. And even though he had been a part of the X-Men in order to enact violence for violence's sake (the others, of course, were there in order to help Genosha as a black ops unit), the Aerie had always been a place of beauty to him. It was a cross between a mansion and a cabin, built into the side of the mountain, with gigantic beautiful trees all around it. Snowflakes were drifting down softly in flurries, stirred up by a breeze.
His expression darkened for a moment, remembering one particularly painful event that had transpired here - his one encounter with the force of nature called the Phoenix. He didn't say anything else though, his eyes glancing over at Sparky. And then without another look, he pressed the button to lower the boarding ramp and walked off of the plane, stepping out into the chilly, thin mountain air.
"Ragnarok. A shame you have made it back here alive,"
a woman with a gold, terrifying mask and blue robes said chillingly. She wasn't alone, though. A blue skinned woman with scarlet hair and a belt made of real skulls stood protectively by her side.
"You're looking good, Irene, for what... 80?" Raynor said.
"Can't we kill this moron?" Mystique complained to her wife, Destiny.
"No. If we were to kill him, half of his companions would seek to avenge him. The other half would be glad he was dead. In the ensuing battle, I see three outcomes. In one, I am taken prisoner and traded for information on Doctor Doom. In one, you are slain and I return to Genosha and seize leadership in a coup. In one, we slaughter them all and flee to space, forever running from Genosha's dogs."
Mystique groaned, rolling her eyes - but losing her wife wasn't an option. "Fine."
Bonnie disembarked from the plane, as did Amelia, Darcy, and Folly. She heard an inhuman whisper in her ear:
Trust the Oracle. Bonnie startled ever so slightly, her eyes darting around for the source of the voice, but she didn't hear a single soul. There was no one there who could have said something like that - no one in their party who even
sounded like that. Her eyes then landed on something unnatural in their vicinity. On the branch of one of the nearby trees was a barn owl, its eyes seemingly staring right at Bonnie.
"As you can see, Ragnarok's brought some extras with him. I'm sure you'll tell the X and M that I expect to be paid
extra for this," Folly stressed.
"I already told them," Destiny said simply. She then paused for a moment. "Come inside. I know you all will be better behaved than our other house guests."
Then, as if on cue, everyone would hear a female shriek from inside the Mansion -
"Remy, Ah told ya not ta try that!!!" "... Can we kill him, at least?" Mystique asked her wife pleadingly. "Our daughter deserves better."
