They had never formally defined the actual system of government on Genosha. Erik regretted this oversight as he faced the crowd assembled to judge him for his actions in New York. The night was chill, despite the tropic climate, and the flickering torchlight played over a sea of disapproving and unfriendly faces. The mutants he led to the island had been content to follow his rule as they followed him there, but that loyalty had now come to an end.
Their sentence, when it came, was not a surprise.
"Genosha has spoken. Magneto, you have been voted off the island."