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Latveria's relationships with neighboring nations were still in their infancy. Sure, most of the more advanced Eastern European nations of merit were allied with Latveria, but beyond that it was...not as easily taken care of. While Latveria was now placed well within the United Nations, it was still considered an ugly duckling by many. A third-world country trying desperately to be a major power and failing utterly. Had they looked closer, they would have been less disdainful and more absolutely terrified.
The foolish idiocy of Stefan had been burned away. In less than a decade, Victor had managed to bring Latveria well into the twenty-first century. Yes, he had had to make progress beyond the current years to make up for the dark ages that Stefan and his predecessors had forced his homeland into. Now, Latveria was a nation under Doom, and Doom would not allow Latveria to stay in the dark any longer.
Thus had come the alliances, and one such alliance was paying off when the government of Denmark had sent a missive requesting aid from Latveria. They had discovered something rather...interesting. Victor was intrigued by the choice of verbiage, merely being told that it was a thing that had been lost in the oceans of time. When he arrived, Victor found himself briefed on what it was.
It was a HYDRA base that had been built into an underwater cave system off the coast. One that had been built around ruins of some kind. Victor held no sway within the United Nations to read the files kept by organizations like S.H.I.E.L.D. on such things (yet, anyway), but he knew enough of HYDRA to know that they had not pursued false leads. There was something to the place, even if it were simple information. So Victor had been given a ship with the blessing of the Danish Parliament - the Breath of Astrid.
With a crew of thirty, they were sent out to the coordinates of the base, anchoring as Doom prepared his equipment.
Six of his Servo-Guards emerged from their locked position. The crew marveled at the advanced Latverian technology, robotics that they did not yet imagine existing outside of science-fiction there before them. The robots, pre-programmed for scouting, lifted up into the air on the power of their thrusters before sinking down into the waves below. From a set of monitors he had set up, Victor followed their camera feeds as they approached the remains of the sunken base...
Victor watched with apt attention as the video feed from each of his Servos showed him the base hidden beneath the waves after so long a time. Left abandoned until this very moment that it would be graced by the presence of one Victor Von Doom. Truly, the most glorious moment in its existence since HYDRA had created the structure in the first place.
"Begin a scan. Full length." Victor, linked into their computer systems, saw confirmation across all six monitors that their systems had obeyed. They were scanning the base by sonar, through every spectrum, and every other method applicable at the moment. It was the sonar, in particular, that interested Victor. Sea life would, generally, avoid his Servos. Those that did not would learn the folly of that thanks to the advanced nature of their automated defense systems. Yet, even so, a strange distortion appeared in the scans. It was...moving. A lifeform that behaved unlike that of the usual denizens of the deep.
'Curious...' Victor thought, as the Breath of Astrid made its way to idle on top of the waves above the facility ruins.
"King Doom, what sho-?"
"Call to the mainland, have them prepare the excavation equipment." Victor said, seeing no reason to deviate from their plan. At least, not yet. "See that my instructions are followed to the letter." The equipment was not of the Danish, but from Latveria. His own custom make. If used appropriately, it would raise a larger portion of the ruins up onto the surface of the water for better examination. It would have to be done with absolute precision. As such, Victor trusted only himself to do so. That did not mean, of course, that the underlings could not get things into position. If the Danish were halfway as competent as they claimed, at the very least.
The distortion came up again, this time closer. Using the interface, Victor had one of his Servos break off the scanning the perimeter to answer it, using its systems to track it down. While Victor knew of none who had the technology to rival him, he knew also that the world was not only one of science. It would do well to see that no stone was left unturned.
His Servo would find the cause...it was only a matter of time. And, with the monitor before him, Victor would see what it was he was facing...if it was anything at all and not a mere equipment malfunction.
Victor was not surprised when the machine he'd sent after the disturbance was impacted. Attacked, in truth. Yet, Latverian engineering held out and it did not crumble, at least at first. At this range, the devices were able to pick up a heart rate. Locking onto that, Victor sent the other Servos after it...as the feed on the first was abruptly cut off. The last image it had taken in appeared to be...a man. A man, swimming towards it at breakneck speed. The only way this had been revealed, however, had been through slowing down and enhancing the footage...and even then, revealed only the shape of a human male. No...no, there was something different. Something that Victor could not place by sight...
He was distracted by the musings by...Russian speech. Curious. The Servos, now surrounding the interlope, revealed it to indeed be a man. Lightly-clad, possibly of Asian origins from the look of him. A noble brow. Muscled and lean. A royal demeanor about his being.
"Should I have the evacuation crews wait, King Doom?"
"No." Victor said. "I shall tend to this matter myself." The armored monarch moved to the edge of the boat. "You will await my return. Your departure would be...most unwise." He warned the captain of the Breath of Astrid before his suit's booster rockets lifted him into the air. His suit then sealed itself with his life support systems coming fully online as he lowered himself beneath the waves.
His eyes adjusted quickly as his suit provided a vision correction, aided by the fact that they were still high enough within the waters for the sunlight to stream through. Victor's hands were raised, a Zefiro Mandala appearing around each one in a blazing red-gold color, the sigils about his hands manifesting the magic he intended to use. It was not true telepathy, merely the means by which they could both speak and be understood by one another.
"I am Victor Von Doom, King of Latveria. Speak your identity and your intent." The Latverian spoke his projected thoughts. He did not care much for the fallen Servo, it's remains could be retrieved later. For now, he had far greater concerns that now floated across from him in the deep.
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