Days turned into weeks as Seamus sailed across the oceans. Hidden deep within a cargo vessel as it sailed for what was hailed as The New World. At least that was what it had been called at one time. In the days of old when the Christopher Columbus had landed. Though he was not the first one to find the continent. Even though history had regarded him as such, this was not the case. There was a sort of kindred connection felt between Seamus Mellencamp and the Quakers and Puritans that had fled to this new world. They too were fleeing persecution for the promise of a better and free life.
Seamus felt the weight of that journey. Having left Genosha with the promise to return and free his people from the oppression of slavery. A slavery that had been thrust upon them because of the nature of their genetics. Companies like Trask using Genosha as a testing ground to perfect their instruments of subjugation. He still was not used to standing up to his full height. The restraints that he had worn for so long had kept him hunched for so long that slouching or standing in a crouch had become second nature to him. Though he was learning, deep down in that cargo hold, to stand at his full height and be proud of his new found freedom.
The horn on the cargo vessel sounded. The way the sound returned and echoed told Seamus they had arrived to a harbor. He had heard the cargo ship horns blaring enough in Hammer Bay to know what it sounded like for a ship to come into port. This sounded exactly like that. Seamus did not waste anytime climbing up from the depths of the cargo hold where he had been hiding out and surviving on the rats that were aboard. With studious speed, Seamus Mellencamp climbed to the top and stepped out onto the deck. His eyes catching sight of the Lady that welcomed all immigrants to the new world. “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled massesz yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming sshore. Ssend these, the homeless, tempesst-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
Seamus quoted from The New Colossus
poem by memory as he gazed up at the great Statue of Liberty.
"It's not what you think it is pal." A deck hand said, not at all unused to seeing stowaways appear once they got to port. Matter of fact he was pretty sure there was probably a few hundred hidden in one of the containers somewhere. There always was. "Mutants aren't welcome here either." The man continued before going back to his work. "But they are atleasst not ensslaved."
Seamus said flexing his powerful hind legs and propelling himself off the ship and into the waters as he swam for shore.
The whole swim he had thought about the mans words. Could it be that this land was not the home of the free, or at least not free for his kind? Was the grand experiment a lie, a falsehood? Would they even listen to his words about the conditions of the mutants on Genosha? There was only one thing for him to do. Seamus would have to go and speak his truth and see for himself.
Emerging from the ocean, Seamus shook the excess water from his massive seven foot frame and for the first time in forever rose to his full height and began his walk towards his destination. Stopping every few minutes to mistakenly draw attention to himself by asking for directions to the United Nations building. Passing by a fruit stand, Seamus brazenly swiped several Granny Smith Apples. It did not take long for the police to get calls about a large reptilian mutant swiping apples and asking how to get to the UN building.
Swiftly he carried himself through Manhattan until the UN building came into sight. His heterochromatic eyes gazing up at the building as he munched on the last of his apples. His large leather trench coat billowing in the cold January wind. People gawked at Seamus, pointing their cameras and sending their tweets. Others knew better and began leaving as quickly as possible. Seamus paid them no attention. They were no threat to him. Not any longer.
One of the UN guards came out. He was a bit shaky in his movements, and stood in front of Seamus. "Excuse me, what are you doing here?" The guy said, his hand on his gun. Seamus merely looked down at the man and narrowed his eyes. "I have come to tell them about the slavess in my home of Genossha."
Seamus said, aiming to move past the guard only to have the guard step back in front and other guards come out of the building. "You can't go in there." The guard said, only to take a step back at the glare that Seamus leveled onto the smaller man.
Or perhaps it was the eyes of Seamus that suddenly went wide as a cell phone rang and the feel of the air changed. With a crackle of digital energy Pipeline
, and Punchout
materialized not to far from Seamus. Pipeline and Hawkshaw raised their firearms and Punchout put her fists up. "Step back human. Genosha will be apprehending its fugitive."
Hawkshaw said, this energy weapon spooling up its charge. "I give you one warning to leave me be, race traitor."
Seamus spat while turning to face the three mutants from Genosha who were apart of the Genoshan Press Gang. They were free mutants who served the oppressive Genoshan regime. Who stood by while their own kind were enslaved, beaten and tortured. "If you do not leave me, I will not sshow mercy."
Though the Press Gang did not seem like they were likely to heed Seamus's warning. Hardwire
@Any other Brotherhood
Pipeline is a teleporter who uses cellular and wifi signals to teleport around. He has military infantry training.
Hawkshaw is a tracker with Infantry grunt style military training.
Punchout matches Seamus's strength and punches a lot.