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Black Panther / BLACK PANTHER IN: KUELEGA [ "EXPLANATIONS" ] CHAPTER 4: VINYAGA VYO PAKA
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CHAPTER 4: VINYAGA VYO PAKA
"Lucia. Krystoff. General Karadarof. Ivan. You may speak."
Lucia...as usual...spoke first. "The stores of vibranium have been plundered. Entirely. Vanished without a trace. By your own Untergangborg. We pursued with flawless relentlessness, but the Untergangborg self destructed. Using your own location devices, we have failed to find where the Mystic Vibranium has been transported to. There has been no trace of it being transported or even in existence in this plane of existence or any of the contiguous Planes that your technology has deeply scoured. I will continue to pursue the Vibranium and mete out justice to its thief or thieves."
"Lucia. You will do no such thing."
Lucia's Eastern European face registered genuine surprise and the beginnings of a retort to their liege's cloaked back. None of the men present would even consider such a thing, and all warily took a subtle step away from Lucia in order to put discrete distance between themselves and Lucia. Their Master...having flawlessly calculated the exact instant that Lucia would attempt a retort, how long it would take her to formulate such a retort as a thought and how long it would take her to voice said retort, forestalled any verbal exchange with a lethally calm statement: "That is an order, Lucia."
Knowing well the absolutely murderous consequences of even slightly failing to follow any command given by her Liege, Lucia smartly lapsed into silence.
Her Liege...still without turning to face them...continued: "General. Speak."
General Karadaroff...the most brilliant military mind in their country...responded crisply: "Your intergalactic monitoring stations and star fleets have been attacked. All of the monitoring stations were shut down. At the same time. Which is essentially impossible. We are talking the Molecule Man powered stations you crafted after you returned from Battleworld. And the Molecule Man energy signature empowered star fleet you crafted...Raumschiffe des Untergangs...The Starships of Destruction...are all rendered useless. All of them. We are tracing what passes for ghosts of abstract clues in order to identify, locate and punish the cretins who would dare to affront you so, mien Gebieter. "
"This happened at the same time that the Mystic Vibranium disappeared." Their liege stated. Not questioned.
"Ja, mien Gebieter."
"You will cease all pursuit of possible offenders this very instant and not take any other action without my express direction," their Master informed the General. The General saluted and relayed the orders as given without hesitation, covering his surprise and confusion at such orders.
"Krystoff."
"Your financial structures have all been rendered inoperative, mien Gebieter. We have located the perpetrators and are executing them as we speak. " Krystoff intoned.
"You will immediately cease pursuit of and executing these perpetrators. You will set them all free, and compensate all families who have lost loved ones." Their Liege commanded. Krystoff instantly sent the requisite orders via Interdimensionale Verbindung...Interdimensional Connection...to all squadrons in the various realities and multiverses that his Liege commanded.
"Ivan." A one word command from their Liege.
Ivan Kragoff...The Red Ghost...responded with alacrity: "I have carefully reviewed the technology and ability required to render useless all of the resources Lucia Krystoff and General Karadoff have at their disposal, and have concluded that there is only one being most capable of doing all that I have seen, and which fits all the requirements of the most rigorous science and other knowledge branches. There are 4 very distant other options, but there is only one who with certainty can do all of what we have beheld. And do so with ease."
"And that one is." A statement. Not an interrogative. From their Liege, still without turning his back to face them.
"You, mien Gebieter." Red Ghost knelt as he made this comment.
His liege didn't bother to turn to acknowledge Red Ghost kneeling in fealty to him. Nor did he indicate that he was aware of the others as they knelt in unison with The Red Ghost. Their liege didn't make a habit of such things. He expected such behavior, and saw it as both necessary and routine to the point of being almost mundane. Like acknowledging the prevalence of gravity.
"Lucia. Hypothesize as to the identity of the transgressor or transgressors against me."
Lucia instantly complied, her keen mind on full display. " I pursued each fragment of a clue unceasingly and with the most minute attention to every detail. We scoured the relevant energy signatures and tech for any semblance of identification ranging from The Beyonders to Dormammu. The Living Tribunal to Tony Stark. The Celestials to The Leader. The Multiversal Incarnations to The Star Brands. The technology displayed against us surpasses all of the abilities of all previous known rivals combined. We detected energy signatures consistent with one of the greatest powers and abilities this or any multiversal reality has ever known...but we don't know what it is. We have no name for this anomaly; as we have never seen such a thing until now. And we know of only one being who could do such a thing, mien Gebieter. That being, mien Gebieter, is you. "
"The energy you cannot identify is a power used by immortals like The Olympians 13 years ago in their Krieg Chaotische...Chaos War...and rather derivatively named Magie Chaotisch. Chaos Magic. A rather elementary force. Now. Lucia. Identity of the transgressor or transgressors against me. Now. "
Lucia...knowing the almost certainly fatal consequences...nevertheless truthfully answered: "I do not know at this time, Mien Gebieter."
The assembled men stealthily took a further step away from Lucia.
"Krystoff. Perhaps you can help Lucia unravel the mystery of the identity of the transgressor or transgressors?"
Krystoff looked at the back of his Liege and silently shook his head in the negative, knowing that his Liege missed nothing and would be fully aware of the answer Krystoff proffered.
"General Karadaroff? Red Ghost? Are you both similarly undone by this mystery?"
Both men...realizing that their lives are probably forfeit for this failure...still truthfully acknowledged that they were undone by this mystery.
Their Liege...still with his back to them...gestured with his metal sheathed left hand. Amid a shimmer of spring emerald energies, The großartige Henker..."great Executioners", cyborgs far more terrible than anything their Liege has unleashed upon his foes on Earth...soundlessly appeared behind each of the others in the throne room with their Liege. Each of the others in the throne room knew that their deaths were upon them.
"Lucia." Their Liege spoke to her, just before she was going to launch into a preemptive strike at the großartige Henker. "You will take the großartige Henker with you to die ätherische Verbindung...The Ethereal Junction. You will discover that your attempts to keep die ätherische Verbindung have failed. Station großartige Henker at this Junction in order to correct and make restitution for your failure. "
"Ja, mein Gebieter." Lucia...keeping every quark of her deep happiness that she isn't executed on the spot in the literally trillions of horrible beyond description ways that are at the command of the großartige Henker out of her voice and face...immediately Dimension Transported with her cargo to The Ethereal Junction.
"Krystoff."
"Mien Gebieter!"
"Take the device I just materialized by your left boot to die Ressourcenschnittstelle...The Resources Interface...and activate it. That is all."
"Ja, mien Gebieter!" And Krystoff teleported away.
"General."
"Mien Gebieter!"
"I have transported der Todeskristall to your flagship. Return to Raumschiffe des Untergangs...The Starships of Destruction...and activate Todeskristall. All will be set aright."
"Ja, mien Gebieter!"
"Ivan."
"die wilde Kraftleitung...The Wild Power Conduit...mien Gebieter?"
"Intelligent assumption, but incorrect. The enemy would obliterate you and us for such an obvious response, were you to implement it. Autorisieren Sie das magische Protokoll des Chaos. I authorize The Chaos Magic Protocol."
Ivan Kragoff...The Red Ghost...blanched. But beamed away instantly in full compliance with his orders.
Their Liege never turned to acknowledge his servants nor allowed his attention to stray from the MRIC... MultiReality Infinite Chess... board in front of him.
"Your attempted Vinyanga vyo Paka was both uninspired and pathetically predictable. I have bested you in every one of our previous confrontations, and am besting you again right now," their Liege said to apparently no one in particular. "Yet you insist on further instruction in your inferiority to me."
"If my attempts were so pathetic and predictable and inevitably result in proof irrefutable of my inferiority to you, then why do I still exist and am capable of engaging you for this length of time in MultiReality Infinite Chess?" said no one in particular.
"Your limited intellect resulting in a relentless predictability and lack of imagination...while disappointing...do periodically serve the purpose of what amounts to a lack of mentally stimulating or nourishing amusement." their Liege said.
"Amusement?" responded no one in particular.
"Amusement. In the vein of the buffoonish inferior periodically evoking laughter from his infinitely superior master. As the Fool, the Court Jester, does for his King." Their Liege explained.
"Ahhh." said no one in particular. "Then I have another piece of amusement for you on this MRIC board."
Their Liege carefully surveyed the MRIC before replying with: "And that is?"
No one in particular moved multiple pieces in a supremely ingenious maneuver.
"Check," said no one in particular.
Their Liege didn't flinch, start or show any overt reaction, but no one in particular could see the increased interest manifest in the impassive stare their Liege levelled upon the MRIC board.
"Perhaps there is some possibility of hope that you may yet unmoor yourself from the eternal mediocrity presently circumsribing your existence." Doom said to No One In Particular.
"If you value your General, you should advise him against using your Todeskristall...Doom Crystal...at your Interface. The consequences to him will be quite unpleasant."
"I am aware of the feeble attempts of your Shuri to hack and siphon The Interface. I am aware of her rather laughable countermeasures. Her lack of imagination and absence of intellect is nearly as disappointing and even more predictable than yours."
"Shuri predicted you would say such a thing. Word for word. With a laughing, mocking but pretty accurate imitation of your voice, spacing and pattern of speech. Your General and your entire retinue of soldiers will be slaughtered within 20 minutes of their arrival, if you do not heed my warning."
"Your feckless Wakandan plebes cannot threaten my superior forces in any way, shape or form."
"Our forces could erase the entirety of Latveria from the fabric of multiversal existence within an hour. However, Shuri has found a threat that could tear through your so-called defenses literally as easily as you can, then subject your forces to a dreadful extinguishment of their life force beyond what even you can currently drum up."
"Impossible. But even if what you said were sooth, wouldn't such a tactic violate the tenets of your precious Wakandan Code of Honor?"
"We are not remotely transgressing upon our sacred vows or Code of Honor. You, however, may finally find yourself facing a foe as hungry, merciless, arrogant and dangerous as you are."
"Doom has no equal," Victor von Doom pronounced with utter conviction. "You could not hope to be so. I have vanquished you at every turn. And you are the best that the comparatively beknighted country of Wakanda has to offer. "
"I would have to plummet to depths far below anything that this Multiverse could conceive of to be merely your equal, Doom."
"Have you so soon forgotten how I vanquished you so completely on Battleworld, then? Is your heart too craven and your psyche too traumatized by the Fist of Doom to accept the lesson your defeat by me has inflicted upon you? As I told you on Battleworld: I remain Doom...and you? Something beneath me. A lesser. A fool who doesn't know that he is beaten."

"Lucia. Krystoff. General Karadarof. Ivan. You may speak."
Lucia...as usual...spoke first. "The stores of vibranium have been plundered. Entirely. Vanished without a trace. By your own Untergangborg. We pursued with flawless relentlessness, but the Untergangborg self destructed. Using your own location devices, we have failed to find where the Mystic Vibranium has been transported to. There has been no trace of it being transported or even in existence in this plane of existence or any of the contiguous Planes that your technology has deeply scoured. I will continue to pursue the Vibranium and mete out justice to its thief or thieves."
"Lucia. You will do no such thing."
Lucia's Eastern European face registered genuine surprise and the beginnings of a retort to their liege's cloaked back. None of the men present would even consider such a thing, and all warily took a subtle step away from Lucia in order to put discrete distance between themselves and Lucia. Their Master...having flawlessly calculated the exact instant that Lucia would attempt a retort, how long it would take her to formulate such a retort as a thought and how long it would take her to voice said retort, forestalled any verbal exchange with a lethally calm statement: "That is an order, Lucia."
Knowing well the absolutely murderous consequences of even slightly failing to follow any command given by her Liege, Lucia smartly lapsed into silence.
Her Liege...still without turning to face them...continued: "General. Speak."
General Karadaroff...the most brilliant military mind in their country...responded crisply: "Your intergalactic monitoring stations and star fleets have been attacked. All of the monitoring stations were shut down. At the same time. Which is essentially impossible. We are talking the Molecule Man powered stations you crafted after you returned from Battleworld. And the Molecule Man energy signature empowered star fleet you crafted...Raumschiffe des Untergangs...The Starships of Destruction...are all rendered useless. All of them. We are tracing what passes for ghosts of abstract clues in order to identify, locate and punish the cretins who would dare to affront you so, mien Gebieter. "
"This happened at the same time that the Mystic Vibranium disappeared." Their liege stated. Not questioned.
"Ja, mien Gebieter."
"You will cease all pursuit of possible offenders this very instant and not take any other action without my express direction," their Master informed the General. The General saluted and relayed the orders as given without hesitation, covering his surprise and confusion at such orders.
"Krystoff."
"Your financial structures have all been rendered inoperative, mien Gebieter. We have located the perpetrators and are executing them as we speak. " Krystoff intoned.
"You will immediately cease pursuit of and executing these perpetrators. You will set them all free, and compensate all families who have lost loved ones." Their Liege commanded. Krystoff instantly sent the requisite orders via Interdimensionale Verbindung...Interdimensional Connection...to all squadrons in the various realities and multiverses that his Liege commanded.
"Ivan." A one word command from their Liege.
Ivan Kragoff...The Red Ghost...responded with alacrity: "I have carefully reviewed the technology and ability required to render useless all of the resources Lucia Krystoff and General Karadoff have at their disposal, and have concluded that there is only one being most capable of doing all that I have seen, and which fits all the requirements of the most rigorous science and other knowledge branches. There are 4 very distant other options, but there is only one who with certainty can do all of what we have beheld. And do so with ease."
"And that one is." A statement. Not an interrogative. From their Liege, still without turning his back to face them.
"You, mien Gebieter." Red Ghost knelt as he made this comment.
His liege didn't bother to turn to acknowledge Red Ghost kneeling in fealty to him. Nor did he indicate that he was aware of the others as they knelt in unison with The Red Ghost. Their liege didn't make a habit of such things. He expected such behavior, and saw it as both necessary and routine to the point of being almost mundane. Like acknowledging the prevalence of gravity.
"Lucia. Hypothesize as to the identity of the transgressor or transgressors against me."
Lucia instantly complied, her keen mind on full display. " I pursued each fragment of a clue unceasingly and with the most minute attention to every detail. We scoured the relevant energy signatures and tech for any semblance of identification ranging from The Beyonders to Dormammu. The Living Tribunal to Tony Stark. The Celestials to The Leader. The Multiversal Incarnations to The Star Brands. The technology displayed against us surpasses all of the abilities of all previous known rivals combined. We detected energy signatures consistent with one of the greatest powers and abilities this or any multiversal reality has ever known...but we don't know what it is. We have no name for this anomaly; as we have never seen such a thing until now. And we know of only one being who could do such a thing, mien Gebieter. That being, mien Gebieter, is you. "
"The energy you cannot identify is a power used by immortals like The Olympians 13 years ago in their Krieg Chaotische...Chaos War...and rather derivatively named Magie Chaotisch. Chaos Magic. A rather elementary force. Now. Lucia. Identity of the transgressor or transgressors against me. Now. "
Lucia...knowing the almost certainly fatal consequences...nevertheless truthfully answered: "I do not know at this time, Mien Gebieter."
The assembled men stealthily took a further step away from Lucia.
"Krystoff. Perhaps you can help Lucia unravel the mystery of the identity of the transgressor or transgressors?"
Krystoff looked at the back of his Liege and silently shook his head in the negative, knowing that his Liege missed nothing and would be fully aware of the answer Krystoff proffered.
"General Karadaroff? Red Ghost? Are you both similarly undone by this mystery?"
Both men...realizing that their lives are probably forfeit for this failure...still truthfully acknowledged that they were undone by this mystery.
Their Liege...still with his back to them...gestured with his metal sheathed left hand. Amid a shimmer of spring emerald energies, The großartige Henker..."great Executioners", cyborgs far more terrible than anything their Liege has unleashed upon his foes on Earth...soundlessly appeared behind each of the others in the throne room with their Liege. Each of the others in the throne room knew that their deaths were upon them.
"Lucia." Their Liege spoke to her, just before she was going to launch into a preemptive strike at the großartige Henker. "You will take the großartige Henker with you to die ätherische Verbindung...The Ethereal Junction. You will discover that your attempts to keep die ätherische Verbindung have failed. Station großartige Henker at this Junction in order to correct and make restitution for your failure. "
"Ja, mein Gebieter." Lucia...keeping every quark of her deep happiness that she isn't executed on the spot in the literally trillions of horrible beyond description ways that are at the command of the großartige Henker out of her voice and face...immediately Dimension Transported with her cargo to The Ethereal Junction.
"Krystoff."
"Mien Gebieter!"
"Take the device I just materialized by your left boot to die Ressourcenschnittstelle...The Resources Interface...and activate it. That is all."
"Ja, mien Gebieter!" And Krystoff teleported away.
"General."
"Mien Gebieter!"
"I have transported der Todeskristall to your flagship. Return to Raumschiffe des Untergangs...The Starships of Destruction...and activate Todeskristall. All will be set aright."
"Ja, mien Gebieter!"
"Ivan."
"die wilde Kraftleitung...The Wild Power Conduit...mien Gebieter?"
"Intelligent assumption, but incorrect. The enemy would obliterate you and us for such an obvious response, were you to implement it. Autorisieren Sie das magische Protokoll des Chaos. I authorize The Chaos Magic Protocol."
Ivan Kragoff...The Red Ghost...blanched. But beamed away instantly in full compliance with his orders.
Their Liege never turned to acknowledge his servants nor allowed his attention to stray from the MRIC... MultiReality Infinite Chess... board in front of him.
"Your attempted Vinyanga vyo Paka was both uninspired and pathetically predictable. I have bested you in every one of our previous confrontations, and am besting you again right now," their Liege said to apparently no one in particular. "Yet you insist on further instruction in your inferiority to me."
"If my attempts were so pathetic and predictable and inevitably result in proof irrefutable of my inferiority to you, then why do I still exist and am capable of engaging you for this length of time in MultiReality Infinite Chess?" said no one in particular.
"Your limited intellect resulting in a relentless predictability and lack of imagination...while disappointing...do periodically serve the purpose of what amounts to a lack of mentally stimulating or nourishing amusement." their Liege said.
"Amusement?" responded no one in particular.
"Amusement. In the vein of the buffoonish inferior periodically evoking laughter from his infinitely superior master. As the Fool, the Court Jester, does for his King." Their Liege explained.
"Ahhh." said no one in particular. "Then I have another piece of amusement for you on this MRIC board."
Their Liege carefully surveyed the MRIC before replying with: "And that is?"
No one in particular moved multiple pieces in a supremely ingenious maneuver.
"Check," said no one in particular.
Their Liege didn't flinch, start or show any overt reaction, but no one in particular could see the increased interest manifest in the impassive stare their Liege levelled upon the MRIC board.
"Perhaps there is some possibility of hope that you may yet unmoor yourself from the eternal mediocrity presently circumsribing your existence." Doom said to No One In Particular.
"If you value your General, you should advise him against using your Todeskristall...Doom Crystal...at your Interface. The consequences to him will be quite unpleasant."
"I am aware of the feeble attempts of your Shuri to hack and siphon The Interface. I am aware of her rather laughable countermeasures. Her lack of imagination and absence of intellect is nearly as disappointing and even more predictable than yours."
"Shuri predicted you would say such a thing. Word for word. With a laughing, mocking but pretty accurate imitation of your voice, spacing and pattern of speech. Your General and your entire retinue of soldiers will be slaughtered within 20 minutes of their arrival, if you do not heed my warning."
"Your feckless Wakandan plebes cannot threaten my superior forces in any way, shape or form."
"Our forces could erase the entirety of Latveria from the fabric of multiversal existence within an hour. However, Shuri has found a threat that could tear through your so-called defenses literally as easily as you can, then subject your forces to a dreadful extinguishment of their life force beyond what even you can currently drum up."
"Impossible. But even if what you said were sooth, wouldn't such a tactic violate the tenets of your precious Wakandan Code of Honor?"
"We are not remotely transgressing upon our sacred vows or Code of Honor. You, however, may finally find yourself facing a foe as hungry, merciless, arrogant and dangerous as you are."
"Doom has no equal," Victor von Doom pronounced with utter conviction. "You could not hope to be so. I have vanquished you at every turn. And you are the best that the comparatively beknighted country of Wakanda has to offer. "
"I would have to plummet to depths far below anything that this Multiverse could conceive of to be merely your equal, Doom."
"Have you so soon forgotten how I vanquished you so completely on Battleworld, then? Is your heart too craven and your psyche too traumatized by the Fist of Doom to accept the lesson your defeat by me has inflicted upon you? As I told you on Battleworld: I remain Doom...and you? Something beneath me. A lesser. A fool who doesn't know that he is beaten."
