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[Val Verde]


[December 1, 2021]



The afternoon heat filled the room. The repaired glass roof allowed the bright sunlight to light up the interior.


I stared at the stack of papers before me.


They all request the same thing.


Food.


Each page held signatures of various people.


Adults. Children.


They were written in ink. In crayon.


There was some in blood.


“This is most unusual, Miss Mantega.” I spoke in English. Her file said she was fluent in several languages.


“Supreme Leader. The people are dying under the oppressive government. You are our last resort.” Sofia Elizabeth Mantega’s voice was firm.


I stared at the young woman seated across from me.


Her eyes were hard. She was ready to fight me for support. Her simple suit was a far cry from the best, but it fit her well. I noted that she chose a skirt, and she tracked my eyes as gave her another once over.


She did not shy, and instead cross her legs, allowing her toned legs to get displayed.


I took in a deep breath, and leaned back. I closed my eyes as I felt a headache begin forming.


“What of your government? President Gonzalez has stated that the country is fine. He has told the world to not interfere.”


Miss Mantega stared out into the ocean. As a child she had seen the beach and sea all her life.


Yet in her travels she found that she missed such views. The world was beautiful, but also full of danger.


“To feed people. Save people. I don’t care what the current president says. Men like him will not last long.” Her voice had taken a edge.


I nodded, and smiled. This one had steel and fire.


Something I tried to breed into all the Jade Falcons when I lead them. Something that Candice had embraced and she was continuing that school of thought.


“Food is not an issue. Transportation is not an issue. Supply chain is the issue. I do not have anyone in the country. I have no interest in sending thousands of my people over to move food around.”


Miss Mantega was staring at me now. Her mouth was open. Her brain had derailed.


This was progressing much faster then she had anticipated.


This was easy. Too easy.


“If I can move food to a town, then I need your friends.” I gestured to the pile of paperwork. “To do their part. Is this possible?”


Miss Mantega nodded.


I leaned forward.


“Then its done. You will be our liaison, and we will hammer out the food shipments.” I tidied up the stacks of paper.


“Now we can discuss compensation. It will not be monetary, nor will it be an exchange of goods.” I smiled.


Miss Mantega was now staring at me. She felt her chest tighten. He had leered at her, and she had worn a more revealing skirt for this meeting.


She was serious with this request.


“You were a member of the X-Men, yes?”


Miss Mantega nodded. Her thoughts hitched. She was now unsure of where this was going.


Her resume had also indicated that she had lost her powers. She had skills, and her current identity as Renascence the best she had.


The New Warriors were still around, depowered heroes, but brave none the less.


I had a soft spot for underdog heroes.


“I need a reference. Val Verde has had its first wave of metahuman awakenings. I need guidance on how to teach them. To let them grow in a safe environment.”


I stared at the sea. Val Verde would not fall pray to the fear mongering that the world was being embroiled in.


If need be, I will open the country to mutants for all.


I knew what the most common possibility for metahuman persecution was. It was the end for everyone.


Metahumans were humans.


“I… if you get food to the people, I will get you in touch with the people you want,” she replied.


She hadn’t left on the best terms, but she knew that they would at least listen to her.


At least they wouldn’t turn away the possibility to educate other mutants.


That is if the Supreme Leader was trustworthy.


Val Verde was notorious as a country rife with political corruption.


She recalled classes with Wolverine. He had warned them about ninjas, mercenaries, and the hydra/cobra grunts. Which included this very island nation.


I smiled as I spied her intense gaze.


“I currently have 3 mutants on this island, Miss Mantega,” I turned my attention to her. “As citizens of Val Verde, they are to be given the best education we can provide.”


“At the cost of their freedom?” she said with a frown.


Then she grimaced at the outburst, as she wasn’t here to discuss metahuman rights. She was here to ask for aid.


“Hahahaha!” I leaned back as I broke out laughing.


She stared at me. That was not the reaction she had been expecting.


“I can see your perspective. Please note that the ‘Mutant Dampener’ technology is being worked on right now. The next version will be much more elegant,” I wiped at my eyes. Laughter was always good.


“Elegant, and easy to remove?” she hedged as she recalled seeing that broadcast. It was being circulated online, but no news station had touched it.


“Easy to remove. In case of dangers, I wish for them to be able to defend themselves,” I agreed.


There was many dangers for metahumans today.


At the top was the Purifiers, that rogue group of murderers.


Then next on the list was Sentinels. Though if we had enough time they would get a massive surprise as I had been working with Dr. Akagi on two big projects.


I smirked at the thought. Project MS, and Project BM were already in prototype stages.


“What happens when one of them has an accident, or a villain attacks?” she asked. Her voice was small, her thoughts reliving past trauma.


I sat upright.


I stared at her in the eyes.


“They will be held accountable, like any citizen of Val Verde. As any of my children,” my voice was firm. “Accidents are accidents. Murders are murders.”


Miss Mantega nodded but remained silent.


“It won’t be easy, when accidents occur. Though I will not hesitate to shoot those that seek to kill others without reason. If Purifiers or their like show up…” I gave her a smile.


Miss Mantega shivered as the her feared Supreme Leader revealed itself.


Yet a small part of her wondered what her life would have been like if she had been born here in Val Verde.


Though she had seen too many false promises to say anything


Only time would show her.


My true intentions.


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Chapter 23: Wind of Hope

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A note from Silver Lucky
 
 
Happy Valentines Day!
 
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The reason I say that phrase so much is that I believe there is few gifts one can receive then irreplaceable time.
 
Once you waste an hour, that's it. It is not coming back.
 
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Other then that, I am also pushing the first chapter of year three onto the Feb 24th...
 
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Author's notes!
 
 
When I started writing this story, it had no followers. I was writing in a vacuum, and thus meandered a lot.
 
Year Zero, and Year One were tighter arcs since I was still crafting the world of Val Verde.
 
This changed in Year Two, when I started to post onto Royal Road.
 
Lots of reviews.
 
I actually like criticisms. I cannot improve if I do not know if there are issues.
 
Year Two? Lots of issues. It didn't have focus, so I did a lot of slice of life stuff.
 
Do I regret it? No.
 
Could I have tightened it up? Hell Yeah.
 
 
As for the feeling of the MC's weakness... I love it, haha.
 
When I write, I tend to make the MC too powerful. This was a nice change of pace.
 
Though it took a while to get here, I will be shifting gears with good ol Johnny.
 
 
I also have plotted the next three years for this story.
 
The scope has changed from a more serious tone of a new world power, vs established powers.
 
What does it mean to be a hero?
 
Is for the greater good legitimate?
 
Etc.
 
I had several scenarios planned out. They may even appear in this story.
 
The purpose of this dumb mudball of a plot is now super mega mudball plot.
 
I want to see how big I can make this multiverse wold work.
 
I mean really work. Even if it is a bit far fetched.
 
 
Which brings me to the last point. As of current planning, I have stuff planned up to Year Five as of right now.
 
Since the story has changed, I have also edited the tags.
 
For those hoping for more spicy scenes... sorry. I changed my mind.
 
Why? I am separating those scenes for another account. On another site.
 
I may port those stories over one day.
 
 
I hope to replace seriousness with lots of flash and explosions. Enough to even make Micheal Bay go yes, this man has no idea what he is doing.
 
Lets see how much I can tie in with larger world, but still relevant story line.
 
 
Thanks for the support, and lets see what Year Three brings!

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