"You want me to kill people from the Three Great Empires at the banquet?!" Polaris stared at Charles in disbelief. "But hadn't you always told me not to clash with those Skrulls? You even told me to control my temper and stop picking fights all the time..."
"Sit down, Lorna, sit down." Charles soothingly patted Polaris's arm and had her sit first. Polaris slowly sat down. Charles said, "The past was different from the present. In the Andromeda galaxy, our priority was development, so naturally we had to keep our heads down and get rich quietly. Besides, your father was enough for the fighting. He was much better than you at picking targets. Think carefully—when had he ever not seized the most supplies at the smallest cost? And you?"
Polaris blushed a little. She pursed her lips, remembering how she had once seen Magneto looking so impressive and wanted to raid convoys just like him. The result was that she had nearly lost several times. Not only had she gotten hurt, but she had barely brought back any supplies. From then on, she had to admit that robbery required skill too.
That old hand Magneto was excellent at telling soft targets from hard ones. Not only did he pick soft targets with perfect accuracy, but he ran immediately after striking, never getting greedy. Polaris was different. She could not tell which transport convoys were easy to hit and which were not. After attacking, she always wanted to grab more cargo and delayed leaving. Several times, she had nearly been caught by enemy reinforcements, and every time she came back, she got a thorough scolding.
"So what's different this time?" Polaris asked. "They didn't bring any supplies here, did they? And it's Asgard. Isn't killing people on their territory a bad