Eyes of Wakanda

I must admit, it really is quite remarkable

-what they have managed to build here. -

And now, they are just going to tear it all down.

The more time you spend in the outside world, Prince Tafari,

the more you will see.

The outsiders' history is marked by cruelty and war.

It is why Wakanda never has nor ever will play any part in it.

This battle will certainly complicate our extraction.

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Well, you know what they say, Kuda.

The greatest heroes in history

were forged in the fire of the gravest danger.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

The merchant came into the artifact

during his days as a pirate on the Indian Ocean.

If our intelligence is correct...

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it should be located in his storage house,

right through the worst part of the violence.

Surely you have found yourself in more precarious situations before.

So, what is our move?

My move is to find a way

to navigate the battle undetected.

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Yours is to sit back and watch.

Your parents only sent you here to observe, remember?

But perhaps if I offered some historical context,

it could help us navigate the state of play.

-My Prince-- -You see,

the pale ones are from a place called Italy.

-My Prince-- -And these Italians

seek to expand their empire into Ethiopia,

but they had no idea what was waiting for them.

Prince Tafari!

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Okay, first of all,

silencing the son of the King could be considered treason.

We were outfitted for infiltration, not conflict.

Certainly not at this level. We must abort the mission for now.

What? What about the artifact?

A War Dog's mission is greater than one artifact.

Sometimes that means mitigating any number of dangers to the kingdom.

You are not suggesting I return home from my first mission empty-handed.

We need to move out now

-while we still can. -

Our history does not chronicle the stories of those who just...

just sat back and watched, Kuda.

Our time is now.

We are not here to make history!

- Tafari! Tafari! -

Tafari? Come in, Prince Tafari.

Get back now.

That is an order.

Do not make me break protocol.

Hold your position, I am coming for you.

Do not go for the artifact.

Repeat, do not go for--

I got it, I got it!

You do not look very happy to see me.

You disobeyed a direct order.

Ran right into the path of danger--

"It is the nature of a War Dog to walk their own path,

"not the one set out for them."

I am sorry?

Director Noni,

the first War Dog to ever recover one of Wakanda's missing artifacts.

As we just have.

Perhaps you should be more focused on the present, my Prince,

if you actually want to make it back to Wakanda!

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A prince may be able to do whatever he pleases,

but a field agent follows protocols.

Enough with the lectures, Kuda!

When we get back to the Golden City,

I will be telling the Director

there will be no more training ride-alongs.

It is for your own safety.

That is fine with me.

I wanted to ride with the legendary Kuda of the Mining Tribe,

the agent who slayed the pirate Ben Pease.

Not whoever this is.

What happened to you?

I grew up, my Prince.

I had a family.

Perhaps one day, you too will understand.

I have a duty to return home to them.

And what of your duty to Wakanda, hmm?

I can do little to honor either if I kill myself chasing foolish glory.

And yet, it was my foolish glory that got us the artifact.

With any luck,

-it will be a story told for generations. -

The work of a War Dog is meant to be invisible, my Prince.

The mission is what matters, not the story that is told about it.

Well, that is easy for you to say.

You have already secured your place in history.

I am still searching for mine.

You are the son of the Wakandan King and Queen.

Third son.

My eldest brother is destined for the throne.

And I am not destined for, well...

anything.

I thought perhaps if I joined the War Dogs,

I could find a way to write myself into Wakanda's story.

Although, it is hard to believe I will do that chasing things like this.

An axe is not exactly the pinnacle of technology,

even by the outsiders' standards.

This is not even its original handle.

The blade is vibranium.

The outsiders are already killing themselves with their own weapons.

Imagine what they would do with ours.

For our own good and theirs,

-we must secure our technology at-- -

What in the world?

Kuda, look out!

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Tafari?

-Distress protocol. -

- -No beacon.

Tafari?

Prince Tafari? Prince Tafari?

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What is that?

Whatever you are, we have no quarrel with you.

Stop, or you will be stopped.

Weapons. We need weapons.

- Kuda, incoming! -

Tafari!

Tafari, take the axe.

Run south. Go!

Kuda. No, I can help.

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No.

- Kuda. -

-Now, Tafari! -

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You... You are Wakandan?

Yes.

Please. There is no time for this.

No, no, no. She cannot be.

I know every field operative in the service,

and I have never seen this woman before.

I realize this may be difficult for you to understand.

But I beg you, the fate of our home hangs in the balance.

You are not from our home.

I will be.

What?

What does that even mean?

I can show you.

Now, just open your eyes.

Tafari.

What happened?

Kuda, this is...

the Golden City.

Five hundred years from now.

No. This wasteland cannot be Wakanda.

In my time, it is just a graveyard.

The site of our final defeat.

But how did this happen?

The Horde. They came from the edge of the galaxy

and blotted out the sun with their numbers.

Ha!

The nations of Earth united to fight them,

except for the one nation who could have made the difference.