<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/marveldatabase/images/7/72/Shatterstar_Vol_1_1_Textless.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20180725065002)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Shatterstar<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Gaveedra Seven, Benjamin Russell or just Ben<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Ready Room<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 11:20 Am<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kindle, Scott, Jean, Storm, Logan and Others<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Anything goes<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.zardly.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/Scott-Eastwood.jpg)</div></div><hr/><br/>It baffled Ben as he watched the interplay between the senior X-Men. He kept his mouth closed right now because he was hoping to understand the subtext and nuance between the people assembled here. He knew after years together people developed a shorthand, synchronicity and traditions that allowed them to function beyond what would be normally thought of when you looked at them individually. It was very hard to actually see any evidence of this though.<br/><br/>Watching this decrepit and really old Wolverine, excuse me, a really over the hill 'The Wolverine' mouthing off about doing everything himself was like watching the old gladiators going on about their glory days. It was sad and he was wasting time instead of them all going over to help this woman in need. Apparently it didn't bother The Wolverine that this woman was in need, his glory and making fun of Mr. Summers was more important to him.<br/><br/>Oh wait look, now Mr. The Wolverine needed to come on to Storm--because as an old man you can only get your penis to actually work once in a while so I'm sure he wouldn't want to waste an opportunity like this. Yeah, this was going to be a great mission. He was beginning to understand why for all of the X-Men's efforts they were making very little actual headway in stopping the mutant hysteria. Too many ego's that couldn't fit into the room playing too many games.<br/><br/>When Kenna squeezed his hand and gave out what information she'd found he could hear it in her voice that she was feeling defensive about this test Mr. Summers had assigned her. Then her skin went from warm, which he really liked to rather hot, which was a bit uncomfortable. Mojo had seen to it that his superhuman durability had been tested with blade, bullet, heat and cold. Her grip was uncomfortable but he wasn't going to let on. She needed him in her corner and he wasn't the type to flinch when things became hard or uncomfortable.<br/><br/>He squeezes her hand and nods at her. "<strong>It looks like we have everything we need to help Ms. Ukweli.</strong>"