Chapter 698 - Desert-er?

The African man sits up from the pod and glances around with a look of awe on his face. Afterwards, he slowly turns his head towards Afton, "Who are you?"

"I am Afton Parker... Leader of Bulwark and liberator of the Mojave." he announces, deciding not to name himself Ruler of Earth yet... .

The man crooks a brow but digests Afton's words regardless of the slight contention he feels, "I am Bokassa, King of my people in Wakanda." he states, this time confusing Afton.

"Wakanda?" he questions, hoping this wasn't the 'Wakanda' he knew from his old world.

Bokassa nods, "Wakanda, biggest nation in the whole of Africa... You say I have been captured by these, 'Aliens'... Where are they? What year is it?"

Afton thinks for a moment, "2285... What time do you remember?"

Bokassa's eyes widen slightly as he goes to reply, "2275... Ten years..."

Afton shrugs, gesturing behind him at some of the other people crawling out of their pods, "You should probably be thankful I arrived then, those guys have probably lost more time than everyone else combined."

Bokassa looks over and spots a few weird people, one wearing medieval plate armour, one wearing Japanese Samurai armour, and one wearing roman legion armour... Not like the ones from Caesar's legion... But proper, authentic roman armour.

Bokassa reluctantly nods in agreement at Afton's words, climbing out of the pod. "W-what do we do now?"

Afton grins, "Now, that's the thing, isn't it?" he says, climb atop one of the pods and waving at everyone, "HELLO! I AM AFTON PARKER! LISTEN TO ME!" he commands in English and Arabic.

Almost half the people walk over to him, most of them actually speaking Arabic to Afton's surprise, the rest obviously speaking English. However, the others begin shouting at Afton in their own languages. Afton listens to them intently, allowing his language acquisition ability to gather and teach him the language.

He learns, Japanese, French, Spanish, Polish, Russian, and many more. With the new languages he acquires, he shouts for everyone to gather around him. He greets them again, this time in their own tongue, keeping his sentences short due to the hassle of having to repeat himself in every language.

"I am Afton Parker! I am here to rescue you!... We are currently in space. Aliens have captured each of you, because you are like me." he has his plant arm form into large, menacing-looking blade which is easily displayed to everyone, "We all possess strange powers, powers that the aliens wished to take... They have called many thousands of people by experimenting on them. So if you want to survive, you will have to follow what I say!" he shouts.

Surprisingly, once he'd gotten through every language, Bokassa steps up with a frown on his face, "You may have saved us! But why should we follow you!? How do we know that you can be trusted? That you are who you say you are!?" he shouts, only the Arabic speakers understanding him... Though, it wasn't a small group at all due to how many there were.

Afton frowns, wondering why this guy was suddenly against him, "Well, if you want some reasons I can give them to you! First, I am the only person who can speak every language here! Second! I literally just boarded this alien spacecraft, alone mind you! And had already been planning to blow it up!... Had I not found your cryo-pods, I'd have inadvertently killed you all!"

Bokassa shakes his head, "That does not make me trust you more, almustaemir!" (colonizer)

"Colonizer!? You're doing this because of my race!? Bro! Do you really want to die!? Because I'll leave you ass in your cryo-pod while I crash this ship into the other two!"

Bokassa scowls and spits at the floor, "WE DO NOT NEED YOUR HELP..." he turns to face the other Arabic speakers, "We will find our own way to freedom, just as Allah freed us from the world's destruction!" he pauses, "You say you possess powers!? The god-given abilities heaven grants?" his hands begin to glow as sparks surround them, "I promise you! God smiles on me, far more than you colonizer!"

Afton crooks a brow at the man, raising one bladed arm and lowering towards his other, cutting the limb clean from his body... Everyone watches in shocked silence as this happens, and the room only gets quiet as his arm regrows before everyone's eyes. "I am literally immortal. Do you really want to fight me on this!?"

Bokassa's eyes widen at the display, his own abilities not anyone close to what he'd just seen... He possessed the ability to manipulate electricity, and while he could boost his physical attributes with it, it didn't come anywhere close to what Afton had shown... Not only the healing, but the casual strength he showed to cut off his own arm...

He shakes his head, instead electing to leave with those that side with him. He jogs towards the nearest exit with most of the Arabic speakers, the few that were left behind seeking protection under Afton's apparent strength.

Afton inwardly shrugs, wondering how quickly they'd get massacred due to their lack of weapons. Even with their Psyker abilities, he doubted they'd get far, especially with the alien defence systems in place. He turns towards the rest of the people and explains what'd just occurred and that he wanted to help them... But needed their cooperation.

"I need all of you to stay behind me at all times! As you can see, I can take a couple hits and be fine... The same can not be said for you guys... The aliens possess weapons that go through almost every defence! So do not try to block their attacks, even if you possess defensive powers!" he commands, repeating in every language before making his way to the exit which should lead to the bridge... Hopefully at least...