Chapter 256: la Révolution -251
Watching his men march off to war really took him back to a simpler time, when he wasn't worried about the safety of all humanity but instead just about the French Empire, his Empire.
Back when he, as a normal man, had marched up to a hostile army sent to capture him and, with nothing but his words, had made them kneel before him, it was that very event that led the great Alexander the Great himself to seek him out and offer him a place with the Foundation.
Taking a moment to see his men walk off, her turned around; he wasn't looking at Tau-5 but instead at something unseen, and then it shimmered into view from its invisible state.
la Révolution.
His own personal combat suit. It was a far cry from the ones the rest of the Foundation army behind him used. This wasn't the small and combat body suit that had been designed by Stark and used by the Foundation.
As Napoleon gazed at la Révolution, his personal combat suit, he felt a swell of pride. It was not just a weapon; it was a statement, a symbol of his legacy, and the power he now wielded. The towering machine, adorned in the colors of his beloved France, radiated dominance.
Each polished detail, from the gold trim to the sleek contours of its vibranium-infused plating, reflected the weight of history and his new, grand purpose. This suit was a testament to both his past and the future he was determined to shape.
Napoleon ran his gloved hand along the cold metal of the suit, the emblem of the French eagle carved proudly into its chest. This was no ordinary suit—it was designed for an emperor, for the man who had once ruled Europe and would now lead the most powerful army on Earth to reshape the world once again.
This time, he thought, there will be no exile, no Waterloo. The Foundation had given him the tools, the knowledge, and the purpose. And with la Révolution, he would ensure that nothing—no nation, no king—stood in his way.
He activated the suit with a thought, and it roared to life. The reactors hummed softly, the four arms of the suit flexing with mechanical precision. Weapons systems hummed to readiness, and the heads-up display inside the cockpit began to flicker with tactical data.
As the hatch opened, he climbed inside, feeling the familiar pull of the control system syncing with his neural interface. The suit enveloped him like armor once had on the battlefields of Europe, but this was far more advanced—more powerful than anything his enemies could have dreamed of.
As the suit sealed around him, Napoleon felt truly invincible. Through the transparent cockpit, he could see Tau-5, standing at attention, awaiting orders. The elite of the Foundation, their cybernetic enhancements making them practically unstoppable, were ready to carry out his command. Behind them, the army continued to prepare for the coming assault.
He spoke through the suit's speakers, his voice booming across the field, "Men, the time has come. Today, we do not march into the unknown—we march into history. We will take what is rightfully ours. Wakanda's isolation ends now. For the Foundation. For humanity."
He could feel the tension in the air, the collective readiness of his soldiers. Tau-5 moved into formation, and the aircraft began to hum as their engines prepared for liftoff. The time had come for action, and with la Révolution leading the charge, Napoleon knew that victory was inevitable.
The sky above them darkened as the first wave of Foundation aircraft lifted off, heading toward the hidden borders of Wakanda. Napoleon watched as they ascended, feeling the familiar thrill of command coursing through his veins.
"Let's remind the world what it means to face an emperor," Napoleon whispered to himself, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. The engines of his suit roared to life, and he took off into the sky, his army following behind like an unstoppable force.
Wakanda would never see them coming.
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In the heart of Wakanda, Birnin Zana was alive with the vibrant hum of daily life. The golden city, a marvel of futuristic architecture seamlessly woven with nature, was a shining testament to Wakanda's unparalleled technological prowess.
Hovercraft zipped between towering skyscrapers, each designed with a deep respect for the earth beneath, while vibranium-infused monorails glided through the streets, connecting different parts of the bustling metropolis.
In the royal palace, Princess Shuri sat in her personal lab, her fingers dancing over a holographic interface as she adjusted the calibrations on her latest invention. Surrounding her were floating screens, each displaying complex schematics, chemical compositions, and AI projections. She wore a relaxed expression, humming softly to herself as she worked, clearly in her element. Her mind, as always, was far ahead of the current task, already skipping to new possibilities.
"Shuri," came a familiar voice from behind her. She glanced over her shoulder to see her brother, T'Challa, entering the room, dressed in his casual royal robes. His presence filled the space with a quiet authority, though his expression was soft. "Are you planning to eat today, or is your work more important than your well-being?"
Shuri rolled her eyes, her lips quirking into a smirk. "I'll eat when I'm done," she teased, gesturing to the half-constructed device on the table. "Besides, I'm on the verge of a breakthrough."
T'Challa chuckled softly, leaning against the doorframe. "If your breakthroughs didn't come every day, I might be more concerned. Still, father's counsel is soon, and it would be wise for you to attend."
Shuri sighed but nodded. "Fine, fine. I'll wrap this up." She waved her hand over the interface, and the floating screens collapsed into one another, storing the data for later.
Outside the palace, the marketplace was bustling with life. Vendors hawked exotic wares, from vibranium-crafted jewelry to advanced tech gadgets. Families strolled through the streets, exchanging warm smiles and greetings, while children played games that combined Wakandan tradition with holographic displays. It was a place of peace, of unity, with the vibranium shield surrounding the nation providing an impenetrable sense of security.
As T'Challa made his way to the central chamber of the palace, where his father, King T'Chaka, was meeting with the tribal elders, something subtle shifted in the atmosphere. It was barely noticeable at first—a faint tremor in the air, a flicker of light in the distance.
Suddenly, the energy shield that had protected Wakanda for generations shimmered, fluctuated, and then in a single, jarring moment, collapsed.
An audible gasp spread across the city as the skies opened above them. The Wakandans looked up, confused, some in disbelief, others frozen in shock. The shield—something so integral to their lives, their safety—was gone.
In the palace, alarms blared, and T'Challa and Shuri both rushed toward the source of the disturbance. "The shield!" Shuri shouted, her voice tinged with both frustration and fear. "How is that possible?"
T'Challa's face hardened as he activated his Kimoyo beads, the holographic interface displaying a flood of emergency alerts. "We need to mobilize now. Get to the labs—prepare everything. I'll warn father."
As Shuri sprinted to her lab, T'Challa dashed toward the council chamber. The tribal elders were already in a heated discussion, their voices filled with concern and disbelief. King T'Chaka stood at the head of the room, his expression grim as he turned to his son.
"What's happening?" T'Chaka demanded.
T'Challa's voice was firm, but there was urgency behind it. "The shield is down. We're exposed."
The gravity of those words hung in the air for a brief, agonizing moment before King T'Chaka spoke. "Then we prepare for the worst. Summon the Dora Milaje. Alert our forces. Wakanda will not fall today."
Outside, as Wakanda scrambled to understand the sudden breach in their defenses, a distant hum grew louder—ominous and unrelenting. In the sky, dark shapes began to form, blotting out the sun as the Foundation's aircraft approached, cloaked in their advanced stealth technology until now.
T'Challa looked toward the horizon, his heart sinking as the first wave of Foundation forces broke through the skies, descending like shadows over his homeland.
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Back with Napoleon, watching from the sky, he observed the chaos unfolding below with cold calculation. Wakanda, for all its strength, had been caught off guard just as he had planned. He could see the flash of energy shields activating across the city, the small figures of soldiers moving into defensive positions. But it was too late.
"Prepare for engagement," Napoleon commanded through his suit's interface. La Révolution hummed with power, its systems fully operational as the army moved into attack formation.
From his vantage point, he could see the shining capital of Birnin Zana below, its golden spires gleaming in the sunlight. Soon, those spires would fall, and Wakanda would be brought to its knees.
"Let's remind the world why no empire stands forever," Napoleon muttered to himself as his forces descended.
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