Technomancer in MCU

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Chapter 19

Technomancer in MCU

The Borders of Birnin Zana, Wakanda

Previously

I heard Boss order Alfred something and then he stepped forward to cross the borders.

I was just about to take a step after the Boss when I heard a slight whining sound behind me.

I glanced back, only to nearly jump in surprise at what I was seeing.

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–N’Jadaka–

There was a huge fleet just floating silently behind me.

A dozen small aircraft surrounded one of those aircraft carriers I saw from that battle of New York.

Looking up close at them, I whistled.

Man, Boss makes such badass entrances.

Turning around, I jog to catch up to Boss’ freakishly large strides in that suit.

“Are we here for an alliance or are we here to just straight destroy them cause I know you have some cold fusion nuclear weapons inside that carrier which will destroy this entire country without any nuclear fallout.?” I asked him only half joking about the matter.

After all, this was still my home country.

The place that birthed my father.

I would not let it be destroyed by outsiders.

Despite the favors Boss had done for me, I would still fight him for it.

The revelation surprised me a bit.

I had exactly zero chance of even touching Boss but I was willing to die defending my homeland if needed.

It was a fitting end in my book.

The Boss glanced back at me as we walked ahead.

A shiver ran through my spine.

He gave me a smirk at that.

It was as if he knew what was going on in my head.

“Don’t worry your pretty little bald head about it. That was necessary as a show of force, not for the King but for the elders behind him. Those can be particularly stubborn, even more so than their King.” the Boss said.

A sigh of relief unknowingly escaped me.

“What is our strategy here, Boss?” I asked him.

“You are to just listen and say Yes when asked. Everything else will fall on me and Alfred. We will do the heavy lifting and make sure that you have a fair chance of getting Wakanda’s throne.”

“But” here his countenance changed abruptly. 

Despite not changing his stride at all, I felt as if I was walking next to a volcano that was about to erupt.

All my instincts told me to just run away from here.

He then continued, “If you try to wage a one-country war on the world using Wakanda’s advanced weaponry, I will

know and I will destroy you for it. Got it?”

I gulped and then replied hurriedly, “Yes! Yes, don’t worry. It is in our agreement.”

He nodded and then his demeanor changed completely, going back to the happy-go-lucky persona he put on most of the time in front of everyone.

“Besides, with the way your satan child made the agreements, I would probably have to sell my soul to repay the penalties for breaking the contract,” I said to him, attempting a joke to alleviate some of the earlier pressure and lighten the situation.

He then laughed and said, “Don’t worry. Your soul is safe. Bast doesn’t exactly allow other hell lords to tamper with souls of her domain.”

In between this banter, I didn’t even realise when we reached the Traitor King and his Son.

They stood in front of us, their helmets removed.

Both of their faces solemn, not a hint of emotion leaking through the King’s face.

That was expected though, he had been King for nearly three decades now.

The Prince on the other hand needed some training in politics, it would seem. His face showed subtle hints of anger at our presence.

That was understandable. We had just invaded his home and strongarmed them into giving us a meeting with their King.

Seeing that none of them were about to speak anytime soon, I said, “We were informed that the King would come alone.”

The air suddenly grew heavy with that statement.

I could see the Prince coiled tightly, ready to pounce upon anything he deemed a threat to his father.

The tension was alleviated by the Boss when he said, “Now Now Eric, it’s just the Prince. That is even better.”

I looked at him quizzically. So did the King and his son.

At our collective looks, he chuckled and said, “After all, King T’Chaka has to retire someday. It would be beneficial if we could strike a deal that lasts 2 generations of Monarchy, don’t you think?”

In my mind, I could hear Alfred cackle like a madman like he does whenever a plan he makes comes together perfectly. 

I shudder just thinking about that.

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Royal Talon

A few minutes earlier

–King T’Chaka–

I sighed and repressed the urge to rub my forehead as I was still in my suit with the helmet on.

“Why don't you understand, Baba? We cannot go outside. We should invite them in so you would be better protected.”

“Even if the Border tribe takes a minute to appear in case of an attack, there are multiple weaponised sentries barrier at the edge of the barrier that can initiate attacks on them instantly, should they make the first move.”

He had enough of this.

“And why won’t you realise that being King means taking risks for the betterment of our people, Son? The kind of power that man has behind him, he won’t let himself be trapped in any way.”

“Even if we do manage to capture him, his forces would just ransack Wakanda and inevitably destroy it.”

I could see that he was still determined to not let me leave his perceived safety net.

Sigh, this is why I didn’t want him to come.

He is not ready to be King.

Still too clouded by emotions for his family.

The word family brings back terrible memories.

Of what I did.

What I had to do to my own brother.

I even left my nephew to survive on his own.

I clench my fists at that gut-wrenching thought.

Over the years, I had tried to find him but without any clue in regards to his identification and not wanting to alert his presence to Wakanda’s enemies, I had stopped that fruitless search years ago.

Steeling my heart, I vow to make sure that this decision will be a fruitful one and it will be my last one.

I will abdicate my throne to T’Challa.

He is still rough around the edges but he will make a fine king someday.

Until then, I will still be here to guide him every step of the way.

Sighing, I replied, “Very well. Give the command to open the barrier section in front of them.”

“They’ll realize that we want them to come inside the barrier. With the power they have, they will walk in confidently knowing that we wouldn’t be able to do much even if we wanted to.” I said somewhat bitterly.

All that research and all this time being the most advanced nation on the planet and we were suddenly upstaged by an organisation that popped up out of nowhere and rocked the global power dynamics out of the park.

Hitting the button to open the ramp, I turn to T’Challa and warn him, “You are not to engage unless they attack us first. Do not provoke them. I know you are upset and your pride is wounded that we have had to be so accommodating of them but the truth of the matter is, that they are superior to us in terms of firepower and we are in a weaker position so I would suggest you to just watch and listen. Got it?”

He nodded his head begrudgingly.

“Very Well. Let’s go.”

We get out of the Talon and its ramps close up behind us.

Up ahead, I could see two silhouettes walking closer through the golden grass, passing the opened-up section of the barrier.

It closed up behind them, closing them off from the rest of the world.

I heard T’Challa give an almost imperceptible sigh of relief at the fact.

He still believed it offered us an advantage.

Only time will tell.

GASP!

I heard him inhale sharply.

Snapping my neck sharply, I looked at Ed and his guard, only to stagger back in shock.

Almost immediately, my hand went to my ear, “STAND DOWN! I repeat STAND DOWN! “

“Do not engage.”

Lest they invite doom upon us.

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Word Count - 1434

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