The ocean calls...
One of his longtime goals could be accomplished more easily than he could have ever dreamed now. Without the need to conquer the resiliant Atlantis.
Sub Diego. The place he's long wanted for his people to rule. The place to consolidate undersea power, and bridge the gap between the surface world and the seaworld until he's ready to destroy the air-breathers.
All there is to do is get to Geist... to get the revamped waterbreather formula that would allow him to function like Aquaman. To breathe underwater, and also function on the surface as needed.
The surface world is evil. The mighty seas comfort him, as they always have.
So why is there hesitation?
Is it only the standard concern before permanently and irrevocably altering one's fundamental physiology... or is there more to it?
His craft surfaces at one of his remote island lairs, and he emerges from the cockpit, optics glowing as he surveys, looking for signs of being discovered. Taking off his helmet, he fills his lungs with air, taking a moment to ponder before he enters and makes his way to the communications room. To check on Sub Diego developments... to activate his small Atlantean spy network to gather information...
To relish Arthur's exile.
Sub Diego. The place he's long wanted for his people to rule. The place to consolidate undersea power, and bridge the gap between the surface world and the seaworld until he's ready to destroy the air-breathers.
All there is to do is get to Geist... to get the revamped waterbreather formula that would allow him to function like Aquaman. To breathe underwater, and also function on the surface as needed.
The surface world is evil. The mighty seas comfort him, as they always have.
So why is there hesitation?
Is it only the standard concern before permanently and irrevocably altering one's fundamental physiology... or is there more to it?
His craft surfaces at one of his remote island lairs, and he emerges from the cockpit, optics glowing as he surveys, looking for signs of being discovered. Taking off his helmet, he fills his lungs with air, taking a moment to ponder before he enters and makes his way to the communications room. To check on Sub Diego developments... to activate his small Atlantean spy network to gather information...
To relish Arthur's exile.