Originally Posted by
Mantis Dad
Arc #2 (issues 7-12) - Issue #9: Namor's flight of fancy
The white caps of the waves brushed his skin as he traveled across the chilled Atlantic waters towards his destination. Namor had decided to fly, since it would take longer than swimming. In his advanced years he had learned caution, and even though his fury knew no bounds, he knew he needed to take his time before his ultimate, final confrontation with T'Challa. "I am still a hot head"; he thought, but my years on this planet has taught me to temper my anger so that I plan my attack with the calm of a stagnant pond, and then unleash my fury like a Tsunami!
It would be only a matter of time until he reached Wakanda. He thought of all the savage power the Black Panther possessed, but what bothered him more was the resources that T'Challa had at his hands. His tech, his intelligence, his preparation, his Vibranium, his people!!! "I need time to think this through; I need to think of the end game, after I kill him"; Namor continued in deep thought, even as his left hand flicked out with a swiftness that would catch Quicksilver unaware, and grabbed the flying fish as it leaped above the white caps. Biting into the wiggling meal, his plan dawned on him.
I cannot rule Wakanda and Atlantis at the same time; at least not in person he thought. "I need a puppet ruler; one that will ensure steady shipments of that precious metal to my realm". A slow grin etched across his face; "That monkey buffoon! The one who calls himself the White Ape, or Dumb Ape, or whatever. I will conquer him first, and make him submit to the true prince of Atlantis". He thought about a puppet ruler, a ruler that would organize, and send all the Vibranium that Atlantis would ever need.
Namor laughed out loud to no one. It has been a long time since I tried to conquer the surface, it may be time soon to try again. With the death of the over-confident king, and a endless supply of that precious metal, I will, without a doubt conquer the surface once and for all. Feeling confident in his plan, the prince of Atlantis hummed an old Atlantis tune his mother hummed to him when he was a child. "Victory will be mine"; he said to himself.
Hours passed until he arrived near Wakandan air space. He pressed the little sea shell on his briefs, and flew past the boarder where he knew the senors to be. It is true, he regretted flooding all of this land when he was not in his right mind. When he was in his right mind though, he was clever enough to have someone grab a corpse or two to see what tech magic they could offer. The boarder sensor deactivator was one of his best finds.
He headed towards the mountain; the home of his soon to be Ally (Pawn), the bloated braggart M'Baku. Flying over the parched earth of Africa, since the beginning when he had reached it's west coast, had dried out his skin and he could feel the ache in his bones for water. As he neared the mountain he noticed several small water falls cascading through the veins of this majestic mountain. He landed near a small pool that was feed by a sparkling water fall. His senses were alert as he spied clothes on the ground, next to some kind of tribal throw rug. "Won't this savage be in for a surprise when they see me perched upon their land"; he thought.
He landed near the pile of clothes and looked around. Even though his vision was not as sharp as it normally was under water, only a blind man could not see the gaping, collapsed hole only meters away.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEEE"!!!!!!!!!
The scream made Namor freeze in his tracks. He had not heard a scream like that since...well, forever! He had never heard such a scream. It was like someone's soul was being ripped from their body. He slowly made his way to the hole in the ground where the scream had come from. Lack of braveness was never a fault of this monarch. Without a second thought, he flew in the hole and the darkness which lay beyond.