The holographic globe in my office pulsed with golden markers—ten stolen satellites now orbiting Earth, their signals crisscrossing the planet like an invisible spiderweb.
"All systems nominal," Magina reported, her voice laced with satisfaction. "HYDRA's entire surveillance network now answers to us."
I leaned back in my chair, swirling a glass of whiskey. The irony was delicious. "And SHIELD?"
"Still unaware. Their last diagnostic scan showed 'routine maintenance.'"
A chuckle escaped me. These weren't just any satellites—they were HYDRA's crown jewels, billion-dollar eyes in the sky funded by unwitting American taxpayers and SHIELD's black budgets. Now they were mine, and there wasn't a damn thing anyone could do about it without exposing their own illicit operations.
The financial reports scrolling across my secondary screen told an even more amusing story. "Sixty percent of our operating capital comes directly from HYDRA's pockets," I mused, tracing the flow of funds from shadowy LLCs to offshore accounts Magina had rerouted to our control. "Their tentacles run deep."
Too deep.
Insurance firms. Tech startups. Three major Wall Street hedge funds. All HYDRA fronts, all now bleeding funds into my coffers. No wonder the organization had survived its supposed destruction after World War II—it had become the ultimate parasite, feeding on the very nations that thought they'd defeated it.
"The X-Men still chasing ghosts?" I asked, pulling up encrypted logs of Xavier's latest Cerebro sessions.
Magina's hologram flickered with amusement. "Professor X remains fixated on being passive…. while, The Brotherhood is staging protests outside Pentagon black sites and chasing after General Stryker."
I nearly spit out my drink. "They have telepaths. How are they this blind?"
The security footage showed Wolverine snarling at some congressional hearing about mutant registration, Storm summoning lightning outside a military base, Magneto dropping tanks on the White House lawn—all while HYDRA operatives in SHIELD uniforms watched from the shadows, laughing.
It would be hilarious if it wasn't so tragic.
"Plot armor," I muttered, rubbing my temples. "Has to be."
Even Logan—the most suspicious of the bunch—only had vague hunches about a "higher power" pulling strings. Meanwhile, Stryker—HYDRA's favorite zealot—was taking all the heat, his very public anti-mutant crusade making him the perfect lightning rod.
"Confirmed," Magina said, displaying Dietrich Voss's interrogation footage. The man had sung like a canary about HYDRA's inner circle—Stryker's membership, their control over key governments, even their infiltration of Wakanda's border tribes.
I paused the video on Stryker's file photo—that square-jawed, all-American hero facade hiding a monster who'd personally authorized the dissection of hundreds of mutants.
"Project Monarch status?"
Magina's response made my lips curl. "Phase Two underway. Genosha's news cycles are dominated by the 'Morvayne Royal Scandal.' The populace is... agitated."
A slow, vicious smile spread across my face.
"Excellent."
The board was set. The pieces were moving. And no one, had no idea what was coming. The holographic display before me painted a damning portrait of Genosha - an island paradise turned mutant hellscape. I zoomed in on the latest satellite imagery, watching as Press Gang armored vehicles patrolled the streets of Hammer Bay, their mounted guns trained on emaciated mutant workers.
Genosha in better terms at the moment, is a failing and doomed nation. The situation of there were worse and utterly bad, mutant apartheid were the rules and law there, Mutant don't have any rights or even normal life. Mutants were killed and enslaved like it was something normal. No law and order, safety, educations or even anything remotely civilized there. Latveria, Symkaria and Genosha, these 3 nations were roughly in the same conditions, the only 3 nations on earth that still stuck in the old age.
"Phase One complete," Magina announced, her voice cutting through the heavy silence. "The historical records have been successfully altered across all major databases."
I leaned forward, examining the fabricated documents floating before me, A royal decree from Queen Victoria dated 1901, granting Genosha to Duke Robert de Morvayne. Classified CIA memos detailing Operation Midnight Sun - the 1962 coup against the Morvayne monarchy. Grainy surveillance photos showing a young boy being smuggled aboard a French freighter
Every piece flawless. Every document irrefutable.
"And the people?" I asked, pulling up protest footage from the capital.
The video showed mutants tearing down Republic banners, replacing them with the Morvayne crest that had been erased from history. An old man wept as he touched a freshly painted mural of the "lost prince."
Magina's avatar lips curled. "They're starving for the truth. And we've given them a feast."
Genosha is truly a rotten country, and every single news reports on that nation often a bad news and something about war criminal case and humanitarian crisis. Why does 99% of the Article and new about Genosha was so frustrating it because of 3 simple reasons, Press Gangs, the very gang who's Government-sanctioned kidnappers roaming the streets, dragging mutants to work camps. A true gang that roamed the streets and cause chaos for as long as anyone can remember.
The Magistrate, the so-called judges who sentenced mutants to death for "looking at humans wrong" this were not your everyday type of people, they were the higher class of people, the kind of people that led the country in a position of power. Then, David Moreau the president whose Swiss bank accounts overflowed with blood money, the one who ruled like a tyrant, and actually the real ableist that acted like a puppet leader who didn't know anything about the nation he shaped today.
The irony was almost poetic. An island where 85% of the population were mutants, ruled with an iron fist by the remaining 10% of baseline humans. A perfect powder keg waiting for a spark.
"How has the world ignored this?" I growled, slamming a fist on the console.
Magina pulled up UN records. "The Republic pays hefty bribes to keep observers away. When that fails..." She displayed satellite images of a sunken inspection vessel.
That's right, Genosha leadership favorite method to go to, if no one decides to obey what they want. They can always go to the simple route, which is, assassination and murder, this is how they had been keep their own power. Kept the entire world blind to their nation, and kept their citizen unable to speak out.
In the records, the entire population of Genosha did not have any hatred nor skeptical thoughts about Mutant-kind, in fact nearly all of them were mutant or closed to mutant at some point. They were just an oppressed people that knew better than to hate another race of people, so in terms of open perception and acceptance to change, Genosha is aligned with what I wanted as a nation.
Project: Monarch is aimed to put Sai Morvayne aka Me, as the rightful King of Genosha, Phase: 1, which is already completed, is to spread altered the Genosha history records and spread rumor and suspicions, within Genosha itself and the entire world.
The current Government of Genosha is not legitimate, and to do this, I made the fabricated history was elegant in its simplicity, in 1901, Queen Victoria gifts Genosha to loyal Duke Robert de Morvayne, a man who had served the crown with utmost loyalty and dedication, a legitimate noble. And then in 1962, CIA-backed rebels overthrow the monarchy, why? Simple because Genosha were situation on the most ideal location that enable control of Africa and South-America. And then, in 1963, The last Morvayne heir flees to Europe after losing the civil-war and continue being hunted down.
Every detail meticulously crafted. Every loose end tied. Birth records. Tax documents. Even "lost" family portraits now hanging in museums.
I ran my thumb over the signet ring on my finger - the Morvayne crest that had never existed until last month. The silver felt heavy with the weight of a thousand lies.
"And the current government's response?"
Magina displayed intercepted communications. Moreau had ordered the military to "shoot any traitors waving that damned lion crest." His panic was palpable even through text.
Good. Let him sweat. Because, soon enough, I was about to intensified my campaign on laying claim on Genosha throne, in the simplest form of a video transmission hit every screen in Genosha simultaneously at 6:00 AM local time.
A shadowed figure standing before the ruins of the royal palace, the Morvayne crest on his chest catching the dim light.
"[My people...]"
The modulated voice carried sixty years of manufactured grief.
"[They told you we were gone. They lied.]"
In the footage from Hammer Bay, mutants dropped their tools. Press Gang officers shouted as workers ignored their whips.
"[The blood of kings does not perish. The heir to Genosha returns.]"
This Is all an edited historical image and video of Genosha, and naturally some crafted video of Morvayne royal family peaceful reign and the royal family photos. All this was done to make sure that the current government who had been denying everything stew in unrest. Whilst for the people to learn something new, something that can served as their beacon of hope and revolutions. And just like a reaction begins to sparks.
"[Protest in Hammer Bay streets today, had turned bloody, with police attacking the protestor with brutality and even…military level attacks,]"
I switched off the feed as the first riots erupted. Moreau's forces responded exactly as predicted - with bullets and batons. Each act of brutality perfectly captured by our hijacked surveillance drones. The entire situation was slowly boiling over and become uncontrollable, but this is the effect that I wanted. Now, thanks to the government stupid reactions, the people would believe my claims, they would believe that an assassination does taken place. On their own, the people would began to crown me as their ruler, as I were the only 'legitimate' ruler to the chaotic nation.