"Charles, it's been a long time since we last spoke on the phone, hasn't it? Do you still remember your old friend?" An old General with graying hair stood in the communications room, speaking into the phone.
"General Davis, it has indeed been a long time since we last kept in touch. Back when we were in school, we even joined the same club. I never expected that you would have been retired for so many years now." There was a hint of nostalgia in Charles's voice. The General on the other end was an old acquaintance of his.
"Yes, back then, you were a famous social butterfly, while I was also... forget it, let's not bring that up. You should know that I was invited by certain people to call and ask about your situation in the Andromeda galaxy..."
The old General spoke very bluntly. In truth, he had not wanted to come, but several military Generals and people from the Presidential Palace were standing here watching him, leaving him no other choice.
"We're doing quite well." Charles smiled. "We set up a temporary camp in the capital of the Andromeda United Civilization. Several Mutants from the X-Men are living here for the time being."
After saying that, Charles looked around the luxurious office. It was his favorite British style: dark wooden flooring covered the entire room, heavy crimson curtains hung on either side of the windows, rows of bookshelves extended all the way to the wine cabinet, and the oil paintings on the walls had been moved here from his former estate. They suited the style perfectly.
This was the result of renovating the luxurious Crystal Garden on that empty island. Looking out the window, Polaris was chasing Wolverine while Cyclops and Havok tried to break up the