Back into Erskine's Office
"Did we get them Adam?" asked Dr.Abrahams.
After a few moments, Adam answered.
"Affirmative sir" Adam then paused and said, but there seems to be a strange black orb falling towards Italy.
Dr. Abrahams' eyes widened and he shouted.
"GIVE THE ORDER, RETRIEVE THAT ORB AS FAST AS YOU CAN, PROTECT IT WITH YOUR LIFE IF YOU MUST"
"Yes sir" said Adam as he gave the order to one of the human empire's military facilities located in Italy.
Somewhere in Italy
Although Italy has undergone a tremendous transformation due to joining the human empire, it has still kept its famous Ancient Stadium of Rome.
In the sky, there seemed to be a black dot rapidly enlarging.
At first, it seemed to be a plane, some thought it was a bird, but no one would expect it to actually be The Darkling himself falling towards the Stadium.
Boom!
A figure clad in armour could be seen lying down unconscious in a 5-meter-wide crater, he wore majestic dark armour that had black wings, with only his face exposed.
Many people who were nearby rushed towards the area, and what they saw brought them joy.
"HE IS ALIVE! THE DARKLING IS ALIVE!" shouted a man in joy.
"QUICK, HELP THE POOR MAN STAND" shouted another man while rushing towards Eldrin, lifting him with ease thanks to the civilian SSS.
Note:90% of humans in the human empire are enhanced, civilians are enhanced by the civilian SSS, and anyone who works in the military is enhanced by the original SSS
The unconscious man then suddenly opened his eyes and immediately began looking around in search of any remaining Kree, but then he realised that he was being held by an unfamiliar man, and turned to look at the man who lifted him and said with a polite smile.
"I thank you for your aid, but I'm now well, you may lay me down"
The man then quickly put Eldrin down awkwardly.
Eldrin then turned towards the crowd and asked politely.
"May I ask what the date is?"
"February 19, 1986, Mr.Darkling" said a young woman in the crowd.
"Thank you" said Eldrin with a slight bow while disappearing.
In Erskine's office
Dr.Abrahams seemed to be going back and forth, anxious yet joyful about Eldrin's possible survival.
"Have you finally gone senile, old friend?" An amused voice suddenly said.
The moment Dr.Abrahams heard that familiar voice, he rushed towards him, giving him a brotherly hug, relieved to see him again and said with a smirk.
"It's good to have you back, Eldrin"
"Now we can laze around while you fight our wars for us"
"Have the divided been safely evacuated, Erskine?" asked Eldrin with worry.
Dr.Abrahams then answered with a smile.
"Yes, no casualties thanks to you, we barely had to fight; they were greatly weakened and unaware of our technology, so we simply had to finish them off"
But then he said in a serious tone.
"I believe it's time we finally take control of the divided; they have proved unworthy and incompetent of being leaders and protectors,they are a danger to their own people"
Eldrin nodded.
"Indeed, I shall pay them a visit"
"Prepare the replacements" He then paused for a moment, thinking of something.
Dr.Abrahams, as if already knowing what he wanted to say asked.
"Is it time to contact them?"
Eldrin then nodded and said.
"Try to make a deal with them about Vibranium; you could even offer them some of our technology in exchange, including the SSS; we have an abundance of them either way"
"And if they still refuse, then leave them be; there's no reason for unnecessary conflict"
"Vibranium could also be found in the oceans after all"
Wakanda
Sitting on a throne was a man of African origin, he was the current king of Wakanda, T'Chaka.
The man seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.
"The outside World has gotten too strange, after he appeared, everything changed"
"In a mere 33 years, the majority of humanity has united under one faction, conflicts have stopped, and astonishing technological advancements have come one after the other, yet I can't help but feel anxious" T"Chaka though while looking at his kingdom.
"They clearly are aware of our existence; if they wished to, they could conquer this whole kingdom with the least effort, yet they chose not to"
The door suddenly opened, and an informant walked in and said respectfully.
"My king, there are visitors asking for your presence, they say that they are from the Human Empire"
T'Chaka then answered in a solemn tone.
"Let them in"
The giant door then opened, revealing 4 people: 2 were super soldiers, their Elite training apparent, one was a tall, intimidating man in a magnificent futuristic suit of armour, and the other was a man dressed in a black business suit, looking like the perfect businessman.
As the 4 were ready to bow, T'Chaka respectfully interrupted them.
"There's no need for that, we don't do that here"
He then continued.
"Now, if I may ask, what is your purpose for coming here?"
The man in the business suit answered politely.
"We came here hoping to establish a trade for vibranium, and in exchange we could offer some of our greatest technologies to you for free" said the man while giving the informant a futuristic tablet that showed their technology.
The informant tried to inspect the device to ensure it was safe, but the king interrupted her.
"There is no need for that; you may bring it here."
After the king had gotten hold of the tablet, he looked into some of the technologies.
Most of the technologies were impressive indeed, but not really tempting for them; what astounded him was a certain 3 of them, one was a gigantic futuristic arc, the other a serum that could enhance the human body to the peak of human potential, and the final one was an intriguing one called Spartan.
"May I ask what that one is?" The king asked while showing it to the businessman.
"Spartans are genetically enhanced soldiers with cybernetic implants"
"They go along with their special armour called Mjolnir, they have neural implants in their skulls which allows them to directly connect and use their armour as if it were their second skin"
"They are vastly superior to super soldiers; without the armour, they can lift up to 9 tonnes, can run at a speed of 120-140 km/h and possess a lifespan of 400 years."
"And with their armour, their abilities are further enhanced" explained The Businessman.
Note: Spartans will be a little different than the original ones; they will have a lifespan of 400 years, and they will be physically superior to super soldiers, including their cybernetic and neural implants, and of course, the Mjolnir armour powered by a miniature arc reactor with the same functions as the original one
Then T"Chaka asked astonished while pointing at the man in a suit of armour.
"Is this perhaps the Spartan you speak of?"
The businessman then answered with a smile.
"Yes, his here for demonstration of his abilities if necessary"
T'Chaka then said intrigued.
"How about a friendly duel, three of my elites against The Spartan"
Then business man then nodded to the tall man in the suit and then said.
"As you wish, how about without the suit first"
T'Chaka answered with a nod.
The Spartan then started taking off the armour, until he was left with a black combat suit.
The man was an absolute beast, he stood at 7 feet tall without the armour and he weighed 380 lbs due to his solid muscle mass and implants.
Opposite to him stood three elite warriors with spears made of vibranium.
"Begin" said T'Chaka.
The three elite warriors moved, quickly closing the distance and surrounding the mountain of a man.
After a moment, they made a coordinated attack, simultaneously attacking him with their spears in different areas, a thrust in the abdomen,and two slashes to his two tendons located in the legs.
Although the attack seemed perfect to the ordinary person, with no gaps in their defence, to the Spartan, it was filled with weaknesses.
As he was about to be impaled in the abdomen, his hand moved, deflecting the spear in front of him while simultaneously moving forward and slightly pushing the Elite soldier in front of him with his other hand with enough force to knock her 2 meters away.
He then turned to the 2 stunned elites, who realised they missed his tendons, and quickly grabbed their spears pulling them towards him and disarming them in the process.
The two now unarmed elites took a fighting stance, unwilling to be defeated in front of their king.
"Commendable" said the Spartan who then took a fighting stance.
The two elites closed the distance, attacking him simultaneously.
One threw a straight kick towards the man's abdomen, and the other three threw a low kick towards his legs to disrupt his balance.
Thud!
Thud!
The sound of a dull thud was heard.
The man was struck; he made no effort to dodge or counterattack because he did not need to.
Attacks of such a level could not even move him.
The two elites grunted in pain, yet still continued to attack.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Punches in the liver, flying elbows to the chin, almost every weak spot was struck, yet the man didn't move a muscle; he simply looked at them unfazed.
After a minute of all kinds of attacks, they stopped, not because they lost their will to fight but simply because their limbs were about to break.
They felt like they were punching steel and not a man.
T'Chaka then said astonished.
"My greatest fighters could not even move the man; just what kind of soldier is he"