Greymalkin.
Nathan Dayspring's been holed up in this spacecraft of his for quite some time.
It's a Zen thing. Really.
Forge's insane nanotechnology defense system for Genosha is a time-bomb waiting to go off. Being from the distant future, Cable pretty much figures he's the only one that's going to have a chance to develop some kind of counter for it when it eventually goes rogue, or is controlled by some evil bastard, or when Forge falls asleep at the switch because he's too busy fondling Mystique.
He's got a bit of stubble, and three cups of coffee float near his head as he analyzes twelve different screenloads of data and schematics at once. No telling how long he's been awake right now.
This is frustrating. As much of a master as he is of mental powers, it's hard to keep up with a man with mutant thought.
It's a Zen thing. Really.
Forge's insane nanotechnology defense system for Genosha is a time-bomb waiting to go off. Being from the distant future, Cable pretty much figures he's the only one that's going to have a chance to develop some kind of counter for it when it eventually goes rogue, or is controlled by some evil bastard, or when Forge falls asleep at the switch because he's too busy fondling Mystique.
He's got a bit of stubble, and three cups of coffee float near his head as he analyzes twelve different screenloads of data and schematics at once. No telling how long he's been awake right now.
This is frustrating. As much of a master as he is of mental powers, it's hard to keep up with a man with mutant thought.