T'Kira's Ficlets

👴Their Grandfather's Legacy👴

T'Kira was in his lab as per usual, he was running through old reports from his past experiments and theories. He shuffled from document to document, taking it upon himself to  review these old theories and experiments for inspiration to create something new for Tony's Wakanda-Stark Tech Expo and so far nothing came to mind. Nothing that required improvement, nothing that hadn't been created and introduced by Shuri and nothing he had that didn't come from his personal collection. He groaned in frustration as his imagination and creativity produced nothing, he continued to shuffle but soon stopped as he picked up a particular document that contained the sigil and signature of his grandfather, Azzuri the wise.

Everyone in Wakanda knew who their grandfather was, Azzuri was king, Azzuri was an excellent warrior and Azzuri was an incredible genius, their father joked often that his children inherited their genius from their grandfather as it had skipped his generation l entirely, It was always a joke because even their father was incredibly gifted in intelligence but the former himself noted his children's intellect surpassed his own in his biography.

T'Kira looked at the document carefully then read through it. He was shocked as he read each sentence. What he was reading was amazing and terrifying and worrying, it was breathtaking even. T'Kira was speechless. He tapped his Kimoyo bead. "N'Jalia, call T'Challa, Shuri, Hunter and N'Jadaka." Four of his beads lit up before their seperate holograms materialised. T'Kira gave no chance for either of them to greet him when he spoke. "REPORT TO MY LAB NOW." Within a short length of time the entire group had assembled into the lab.

"What is it T'Kira? Were you attacked?" Hunter asked as he darted into the room, swiftly positioning himself to fight.

"No hunter." T'Kira answered.

"Did you recieve a life threating message?" T'Challa asked.

"No."

"Did you end up creating some shit that'll probably destroy/ruin wakanda as we know it?" N'Jadaka guessed. The group watched him for a few seconds. "Y'all act like none y'all have the potential to do that shit." The others shrugged in agreement of N'Jadaka's words and looked back at T'Kira.

"No. I found this." T'Kira presented them the file.

"A dusty ass file?" N'Jadak scowled.

"No N'Jadaka. T'Challa, Shuri, Hunter look at it." T'Kira directed their eyes to the sigils and signature.

"Grandfather Azzuri's signature." Hunter stated.

"You found one of his documents?" Shuri enquired.

"Yes, they were among my reports and notes when I stumbled upon them but I do not remember bringing them here." T'Kira explained.

"What is inside of it?" T'Challa asked.

"That is the interesting part." T'Kira opened the file to reveal a number of disorganized papers and placed them on his work desk. The table immediately scanned them all of their contents and presented them on a large holographic screen in order." I read through them all before I called you here and you won't believe this."

"Believe what?" N'Jadaka asked.

"Our grandfather, king Azzuri met captain America during World War II, he admired and respected the soldier for his strength and his morality but when the super soldier left, he felt a sudden desire to carry on the legacy the captain left behind in wakanda so he recreated the super soldier serum."T'Kira elaborated.

Those words left the entire group shocked, some more than others as T'Kira could visibly see N'Jadaka's jaw had dropped.

"D-Does he actually have it in wakanda?" Shuri asked, still recovering from her shock.

"No. The document is all theoretical but the theory behind of it is logical, it's sensible, it's right and to make matters more complex, look at this." T'Kira pulled up a document of a contract with a signature at the bottom. "The database identified it as the signature of one of wakanda's former king's guard leaders." T'Kira informed. "The king's guard has agreed to  participate in this experiment. They agreed that their best and brightest would be awarded with this serum."

"Oh shit." N'Jadaka swore.

"I see why you called us." T'Challa remarked.

"Why the king's guard? Why not the Hatute Zeraze? Or the Dora Milaje?" Hunter questioned.

"Because the king's guard are sworn soley to the crown, their training demmands that they take an oath to the crown, they can't betray the king in any circumstance, if they do then they must take their own life, Grandfather knew this so he chose the king's guard." Shuri explained.

N'Jadaka nodded."Makes sense."

"Well what do we do?" T'Kira asked.

Hunter raised a brow. "I thought you had an idea on what to do."

"I do, I have several, one of them is to bury this in the ground and wipe everyone's memory of this, another is to follow through with grandfather's plan and start the process." T'Kira answered.

N'Jadaka put his hand up. " I agree with the first option."

"The decision is T'Challa's, he's king, he must decide." Shuri rebutted.

"... We have the Adja Anna, the White Wolf and head of the Hatute Zeraze, The Head of the Orishasent, the golden Jaguar and the king in one room. We have all been black panthers at one point within our lives." He looked at N'Jadaka. "For the case of some of us, past lives. This is a council who represents the gods, The warriors of wakanda and its spirits." T'Challa monologued."...T'Kira can you do this? Can you perfect grandfather's version of the serum?"

"It's a mixture of magic and science and I'm a super genius, It's within my field of study and not outside of my reach. I believe I can." T'Kira replied.

T'Challa paused and huffed. "...We shall move forward with grandfather Azzuri's plans. T'Kira, you and shuri shall be responsible for recreating the serum. Hunter and N'Jadaka, both of you shall train the selected guardsman. We will all decide on who shall wield the power of the serum." T'Challa decreed.