AN: Behold, we get to see a glimpse what This timeline's Thanos' and company are all about.
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Phase 5: Changing world III
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Part 5
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Beijing announced earlier today the formation of the Starlight Consortium. Its goal is to spearhead the implementation of fusion technology in China. Starlight Consortium and state officials will travel to New York next week to open negotiations with Stark Industries.
Xinhua
Prime Minister Pradesh reaffirms his intention to overhaul the Indian economy and combat poverty. In a passionate speech in front of Parliament at noon today, he announced that fusion technology is India's future and the one sure way toward prosperity.
Press Trust of India
The Greens in France issued an official statement that they back the government's position on fusion power. Further, Party Leader Claire Remy condemned what she called an insane position held by fellow green parties across Europe.
Agence France-Presse
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Fort Bragg
North Carolina, US
Erik Stevens stood at attention as one of the dozens of assembled US special forces community members. In front of them, General Scudder paced back and forth, wearing a field uniform. They were in a large briefing room near one of the big exercise grounds of the largest base in the US.
"In the coming months and years, the face of warfare will change. New weapons and equipment currently in development will force a paradigm shift." The General paused. "Sit, pay attention, take notes and write down the implications you can immediately think of."
Scudder picked up a remote and pointed it at the wall-sized screen at the back of the room. A firing range, dummies that looked like ballistic gel? Cack-hiss. A flash of light. The dummy to the left detonated in a cloud of steam.
Two more shots. Armored targets. If those were people, they would be dead, opened up as if struck by an auto-cannon.
"This is Stark's idea of a crappy prototype energy weapon that is in no way ready for testing in real-world conditions, much less mass production. Stark Industries is already working on improving the concept."
Erik's eyes shone in the darkened room. That was something he wanted to get his hands on. He had only heard stories about energy weapons from his father.
The exiled prince did his best not to grimace openly. Combined with everything he heard Stark was working on, this would change things. It would make Erik's plans for the future much, much harder. Against such weapons and potentially good enough armor, Wakanda supplying weapons to resistance groups and utilizing targeting assassinations might not be enough to liberate Africa from the colonizers.
The worst case was Stark might make the United States and its allies a credible threat to Wakanda!
Erik blinked at a close-up image of the dummies. Kevlar had kind of held up to the strike, but the energy transfer would have been lethal for whoever was under that vest. The third target had modern Level 3 armor. The plate was shattered and deformed, with pieces driven deep into the ravaged gel of the dummy.
No one without proper vibranium armor would be able to survive such a hit. Well, perhaps that beast, the Hulk. However, that one was unique.
Rapid fire, longer effective range…. Eric jolted down ideas of what a better weapon might be. He tapped the notepad on the desk he sat at with his pen. Effectiveness against armor? Targeting the tracks? Could sustained small arms energy fire fuck up a tank if infantry could get into range?
Scudder pressed the remote again, and a new video played. This time, a bunch of soldiers in light summer field uniforms strapped into contraptions. Another test for exoskeletons? Those were ongoing for years, with no sign of being practical enough to use.
"Stark's next invention works too. This is the Hoplite System prototype," The General narrated.
Soldiers carried all kinds of heavy loads on the screen with surprising ease.
"Even if all other benefits are overblown, this will ease logistics and reduce injury rates while hauling heavy loads. Unfortunately, the exoskeletons' open nature doesn't handle mud and sand well. However, it can still offer great utility in urban areas, logistic centers, military bases, and the like." Scudder chuckled. "For now, there is no substitute for grunts hauling loads in the field. Stark is working to solve that problem and offer powered and regular combat exoskeletons. The proliferation of energy weapons in the future will change things. For a soldier to survive a direct hit, they might have to carry the kind of armor only an exoskeleton makes practical. It's another race between defense and offense."
Eric's blood cooled at this revelation. The exoskeletons still moving loads on the screen would have significant issues in much of Wakanda's terrain from what his father told him about their country. Future models, on the other hand? If they could resist energy weapon fire and carry enough firepower? Then this technology could become an extreme threat to Wakanda. Their shield would stop cold long-range bombardment. Right now, and for some time yet, Wakandian warriors would have the advantage on home ground thanks to vibranium and the equipment it allowed them to build.
They needed that advantage because of the great numbers disparity. Anything that watered down Wakanda's advantages was a threat to his plans and his real home.
Eric quickly jolted down a series of questions. Combat exoskeletons – advantages, disadvantages, potential capabilities?
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Zen-Whoberi
Leviathans swam through the air, offering direct fire support to Chitauri infantry swarms. Interceptor wings howled above Thanos' flagship, flying in search patterns. The large cruiser hung above a city ravaged by neglect and lack of resources like a dagger, ready to deliver judgment and salvation.
Missiles streaked from beyond the nearby mountain range. The two closest Leviathans bellowed a warning and unleashed their primary weapons. Bright beams of light pierced through rising smoke and clouds to swat the barrage out of the sky.
"Mobile missile carriers located. Neutralizing," A familiar woman's voice announced on the combat network.
Crimson beams of condensed energy lanced from the cruiser's side. They briefly left burning trails through the air. The counter-fire burned through and pushed aside the cloud cover, further disturbing the weather in the region. The horizon lit up with the impact of capital ship weaponry.
"Targets neutralized." The same war coordinator happily reported.
Corvus Glaive, Warlord of the Black Order, strode down the steps leading away from the upper city. The 'worthies' who ruled the only prosperous citadel in this region of the planet
They were now all dead. Corvus' Gray Legions couldn't find a single one worthy among that bunch of grotesque slimes.
The stairway down offered a grand view of the valley stretching as far as Corvus' eyes could see. Down there, a few units of the local military still put up a fight. They were the exception that proved the rule.
There were precious few worthy locals in this region of the planet. Corvus wasn't surprised by this fact. Beaten-down people, weakened by starvation and lack of basic amenities, seldom had left what it took to impress him. If he was feeling generous, Glaive might say that this was why the Black Order existed. The same thing happened on countless worlds across the universe – overpopulation that few species found in themselves to overcome before the inevitable lack of resources led to civilization collapse and eventual damnation.
Most of the time, Corvus didn't care. If a species was foolish enough to let itself go that way, it deserved its fate.
The Black Order offered a second chance to those ready to fight for such a precious gift.
Corvus didn't follow Thanos to save the people of the universe from themselves. He proclaimed his adoptive father the Grand Warmaster of the Gray Legions, just like his father did so long ago.
There was a singular, logical reason behind that decision.
Thanos led them toward war and glory. Gathered behind him, the Grey Legions would fight the battles that would decide the fate of the whole universe. It didn't matter if they ultimately won or lost. Those battles would reverberate through eternity.
Nothing could be more glorious than walking this path to its ultimate end!
Screams of anguish, Chitauri chittering, and distant explosions echoed throughout the valley. The vista below was indeed beautiful. The fires of war and the last stand of worthy warriors made the scenery even grander.
Chitauri transports vroomed overhead, carrying heavy infantry. Recon squads on those ridiculous sleds the hive-mined soldiers loved so much buzzed around the larger craft, looking for trouble.
An interceptor squadron detached from the patrols overhead and fell in close defensive formation above the transports. Three more Chitauri craft vroomed overhead, this time transporting heavy armor.
Corvus looked away from the valley. Chitauri swarmed around, capturing people and shooting particularly pathetic examples of the locals. The Grand Warmaster's armies didn't need useless cowards. Whoever survived the invasion would also need to be made of sterner stuff.
The Warlord walked down to a large-ish plaza, by this city's standards anyway. Chitauri landing craft dropped a small swarm on a lower level of the stairway to corral the fleeing people. The plaza was the largest open space in this part of the city, which made it the only proper spot for the Black Legion to offer judgment.
The combat network pinged, announcing Thanos approached. Corvus glanced up the stairs and saw his father walk down as if he didn't have a care in the world. An honor guard from the Gray Legions marched behind their Grand Warmaster, looking for threats.
A local woman wearing simple weaved garb rushed out of a nearby primitive shack. This whole bazaar was a small picture highlighting how low the locals had fallen. It was like something from a rock where the people hadn't even thought about achieving space flight. At the same time, their supposed leaders enjoyed luxury, while doing nothing to fight the catastrophe gripping their world.
Down in the valley, Chitauri swarms fought against well-equipped military units. Not that equipment by itself said much. The rabble that guarded the city's leaders had even better gear. Yet, they shattered like glass when the Gray Legion began their attack.
A commotion focused Corvus' attention on the present. He had seldom taken part in invasions that were so boring his mind wandered off. It was that woman who ran out of the shack. She screamed, kicked, and tried to bite the Chitauri dragging her to the right, where they corralled the worthy locals. The hive-soldier shoved the local away and chittered in irritation. A small form screamed and jumped at the warrior's back, using a sharp rock to try and hurt it.
Corvus smiled at the sight. There were a few worthy souls here, after all.
"A feisty little thing, isn't she? You and your wife were the same at that age," Thanos' deep voice rumbled over the plaza.
"War and Glory, father!" Glaive saluted the Grand Warlord.
"War and Glory, my son," Thanos returned the salute with a fist across his chest.
The green-skinned woman jumped from the ground and hurled herself at the Chitauri. The hive-soldier still struggled to remove the girl from his back without hurting her too much. It wouldn't do to waste worthy ones unless you had to. Or unless they were determined to die in glorious combat.
Black Order priests came behind the Gray Legions' honor guard. They began to spin their tales to the locals, ignoring the commotion with experience and dedication.
Finally, the hivemind tired of playing around. Two more Chitauri left the groups minding the locals and dragged the two females from their swarm-mate.
Thanos walked towards the child and leaned forward to get a better look at her.
"You have spirit, girl." The Titan looked at the older woman and noted the close resemblance. "Your mother too?"
"Leave her alone!" The woman shouted, still struggling in the Chitauri's hands.
"Why would I do that? Why would I leave either of you?" Thanos asked reasonably. "I am here to help those who are worthy. Come," He offered the girl his hand.
"Here we go again…." Corvus snorted.
The girl's stomach growled.
"I offer you a future, little one. We're here to bring salvation through trial and destruction! Those unworthy will no longer hold back the rest of you!" Thanos proclaimed.
The girl warily took his offered hand, well, his finger, because, in contrast, her hand was too small to do anything else.
Thanos picked her up like a doll and put her on his shoulder. He waved to the Chitauri, holding the child's mother to follow.
"The rest of you now have a chance to rebuild and thrive. I offer you salvation through destruction!" Thanos' voice boomed. He turned around and headed up the stairs, where a heavy combat transport hovered in anticipation. "Son, purge the unworthy and replenish our ranks."
Corvus nodded and barked an order. The Chitauri to the left switched their weapons to a low-powered mode and opened fire like one, aiming center mass. That way, the Black Order's Techno Necromancers would be able to repair the corpses easier and turn them into expendable foot soldiers.
To the right, priests and Grey Legionaries looked for the best candidates to draw into the Grand Warlord's armies.