Rebecca Pryde's Story

Simon sighed and shrugged as he followed the newcomers towards Cerebro, coming into contact with more new faces. Just how many people had suddenly sprung from nowhere and shouldn’t they be the slightest bit suspicious? The young mutant thought to himself as he silently filed away whatever information he could glean from the newest arrivals. He could have spoken up and asked questions but he was usually silenced, ignored or outvoted due to his young age. Simon preferred to act and even though it might have been in his best interest to hold back it wasn’t exactly his strong suit.

Crossing his arms over his chest he listened thoughtfully to the one apparently known as Cyrus, he talked a good game and seemed pretty logical especially compared to some of the others. His philosophy might have differed from Simon’s slightly but at least it was better than the sit and wait approach. “So we agree then that maybe now isn’t the best time to attempt to hold hands and sing kumbaya with the humans or use alien technology we’re unfamiliar with. Wonderful.”

Clapping his hands together to accentuate his point Simon felt a rush of energy and smiled at the assorted group of mutants. “Nice to make your acquaintances, I’m Simon, now does anyone have any sort of ideas on how to get the villages to love us So to speak.?”