18 A Nation Under His Feet - Part 1/?
(Been a while, I know. I was busy developing a game you might know as 'God of War Ragnarok'. A small game that comes out on Wednesday made by my hands and only my hands that took almost a 38 million years. So pretty quick. I was also fighting away a portal full of necromancers underneath the Paris Catacombs, sooooooooo be grateful.
Vixen is most likely gonna be the pairing, it just makes sense.)
Months had passed. 4 exactly. I had delved into my role as king, dutifully. I planned for a limited and controlled revealing of Wakanda to the world. They already knew of us due to my appearance with the Justice League. My…..acquaintance with them would put me in a good light, especially since Atlantis has been formally revealed to the world at the UN conference, and one thing I couldn't let happen was Atlantis getting ahead of themselves.
Not too long ago I beat their king to unconsciousness and then dumped him in the ocean. I would be a fool to not expect repercussions for those actions. I am not perfect and as a human I make mistakes. However as a king I shouldn't make such hasty actions against a fellow monarch. Now I looked for attacks no matter where I was.
One good thing was our first embassy. I made my wall down the marble halls of the Wakandan Embassy in Dubai. To my side was Shimari, a Wakandan trained diplomat and our first ever foreign relations officer in our 10,000 year old history. Safe to say…this moment would be historic. "How do you feel, Shimari?"
She looked at me with hidden nervousness. Good.
"Absolutely riveting, My King. I suspect this wasn't a popular decision?"
"Mmh" I replied simply. Most disagreed with my decision, it was fine. Fear kept them from acting. The world was changing fast and trying my best to keep Wakanda hidden while also doing other duties would rip at me. To many secret agencies and governments had gotten away with kidnapping our citizens throughout the ages and they all would need to be taught a very important lesson. Wakanda and its people are under my protection.
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We moved to a meeting room for our discussion. As I passed by hallways and rooms I could see as the Emirates looked upon me with curiosity, fear and respect. 'Aleays wanted to go to Dubai, just didn't as I was broke and I was afraid I'd disrespect their religion and get arrested.' I thought amusedly on myself.
"In here, King T'Challa." The Caucasian men who was escorting us said as his arm led to a door entrance. Once we stepped inside we could see the view from the windows. I could see as far as the small sandy beaches that definitely helped with the tourism. The most interesting spot was the man-made islands.
"King T'Challa? What has caught your attention?" A representative of the government asked me. I turned to the table of Emirates sitting down along with Shimari. Seems I spent to much time admiring the view.
"Pardon my rudeness, I was looking at your Islands. I believe the 'Palm Jumeirah'? Absolutely beautiful features to add to this astounding country."
"…..Why thank you King T'Challa for your generous words. But could I ask a question?"
I was tempted to tell him he just did but I didn't let my intrusive thoughts win. "Of course."
"Y-You can see the islands from here?" He asked. "How powerful are you?"
I smiled and made my way to a seat. "Shall we get started?" I saw the mans face gain a smirk before it got to a professional one.
Time passed by as I let Shimari do most of the talking.
"-And finally, ladies and gentlemen, allow me to share something truly unique. We've discussed many of these devices built by Wakandan researchers along with the Royal Princess, that use Vibranium, found only in Wakanda as a primary component.-" Shimari held up a phone shaped device. "-But this particular device is able to zero in on the unique vibrational frequency of vibranium. If ANY amount of this invaluable resource is stolen from Wakanda, one can unerringly hone in on the stolen metal."
She informed the people of some of our tools. She stressed over the course of the meeting that Vibranium is a Wakanda only resource.
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The White House
"They can't do that!" Currently a meeting between the top echelon of American government took place. "We're the $&@$$ United States of America! Where do a hunch of jungle bunnies get to tell us they have a "no fly zone" over their hut filled country!!!??" 4 star general, Mike Oxlong exclaimed in anger as he slammed his hands on the oak table.
Awkward silence rang throughout the room as all the inhabitants took a glance at the only African-American in the room. "Did I say something wrong?" Mike asked with genuine confusion.
A stern and soul squeezing looking eyes flashed to the general. "O-oh god Mrs Waller—Im sorry! You know I don't mean you when I say—"
"Shut up Mike." She said coldly.
"—I mean they're nothing like you—"
"Shut up." She repeated.
The president, a man with the average Caucasian features of a middle aged man stood up from his chair. "Is there someone here who can give us actual and accurate intel on these people?"
"I can, sir." The large African-American woman stood up from her chair as well and turned to a projector. "Wakanda is a small country in Africa, notable for never having been conquered in its entire history. When you consider the history of the region, the fact that the French, the English, the Belgians, or any number of Christian or Islamic invaders were never able to defeat them in battle…well its-"
"Unprecedented." General Oxlong chimed in, astounded.
"Yes-" She looked at Mike, dead-faced. "The Wakandans have a warrior spirit that makes the Vietnamese look like the French. They have also maintained a technological superiority that defies explanation." She finished.
"Where'd they get that tech from? Russia? China?" The general once again asked. Everyone in the room looked at him as if he was stupid.
"No, general Oxlong.-" She studied the general. "No Cold War alliances with either side, and no contemporary alliances with the Arab world, including O.P.E.C despite geologist's estimating they have large oil deposits." Waller said to the room.
The president, Arthur Morgan, chimed in. "Thats what our boys at Halliburton said—" his strong and raspy southern voice was recognizable to everyone in the room. By now, his voice was iconic among most Americans.
"They dont even pump it." Waller said, cutting him off before silently nodding to him.
"Thats crazy." The Secretary of Energy, Catherine Halsey said surprised.
Waller looked towards the lady before speaking. "Apparently they dont need it as an energy source or a financial base. They have a variety of eco-friendly alternative power sources like solar and hydrogen."
"-Bad example-"
"-Money just lying there-"
"-Public opinion-"
"-Bigger than Nigeria-"
"-Properties of both rubber and gum-"
The Secretaries of Treasury, Defense, State, Commerce and the United States Trade Representative all conversed among themselves.
"BUT WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH LeBrons LEGACY!!??"
*BEEEEEPPPP*
"BUT WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH THE PRICE OF TEA IN CHINA????? SINCE WHEN HAD BEATING THE FRENCH BEEN A REAL ACHIEVEMENT?? GIVE ME A 12-MAN BLACK OPS SQUAD AND ILL—"
"Its already been done, General." Waller interrupted calmly.
"What do you mean?"
"You didn't." The president asked with hesitation and disappointment. "Dont tell me."
She nodded to him as he grasped his head out of irritation. "Everyone out." After a couple of deep breaths he looked up at her. The room now empty except the two of them. "Who did you send?"
"Deathstroke and his group."
"You should've came to me first. I dont need that type of technology and advancement aimed at our country." He said.
"Let me handle it-"
"NO!....Ill meet with the young man and perhaps we could make something out of this screwup."
She nodded before making her way out. "May God bless America, and all its people." President Arthur whispered to himself as anxious thoughts of Wakanda attacking America entered his head. "May God have mercy on us all."
