Pre-service: Shatterstar, anti-mutant protesters, and Erik
Those words were confusing, until Shatterstar connected to the word 'believe', and then he nodded in understanding. "You and these people," he gestured to the protesters, who had withdrawn to a safe distance from the pair to regroup, "are speaking of a religion story, then. My world has legends as well which are neither truth nor lies, but matters of belief without reason." He had never concerned himself with the stories whispered in the slave pits of a great programmer who controlled all their lives, who would one day cancel Mojo as easily as Mojo canceled his gladiators when they became less entertaining. Still, it was instructive to learn that these people also had their own kinds of legends. He would have to learn more about them.
He considered the man before him for a moment before he carefully extended his hand, fingers open and palm flat and not holding a weapon, which he had been told was the point of it all. Handshaking was a gesture he had learned from Phil Coulson, agent of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division; he'd greeted other agents with the custom and was curious to try out in the wider world. "I am Shatterstar," he introduced himself. "I am a warrior of the Cadre Alliance on Mojoworld, which is very far away from New York, and I am a mutant. Who are you?"