Shuri: What?
Okoye: W'Kabi is transporting him as we speak to the palace. We need to find your brother.
Shuri: An outsider?
Okoye: No, a Wakandan.
An image of the man from the border appears on Shuri's monitor. Then...Ross slowly walks into sight, staring at the screen.
Ross: He's not a Wakandan.
y/n: He's one of ours.
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T'Challa and Nakia gaze out off the side of a beautiful overlook.
T'Challa: He killed his own brother... and left a child behind with nothing. What kind of King... what kind of man does that?
Nakia: No man is perfect. Not even your father.
T'Challa: He didn't even give him a proper burial... My Uncle N'Jobu betrayed us, but my father may have created something even worse.
Nakia: Hey. Look at me. You can't let your father's mistakes define who you are. You get to decide what kind of King you are going to be.
They share a look as T'Challa's Kimoyo beads buzz.
Shuri: Brother, you need to get here now.
T'Challa and Nakia look at each other. T'Challa, Shuri and Nakia listen as Ross briefs them on the man. A body scan image of him is on Shuri's monitor.
Ross: Eric Stevens. Graduated Annapolis age 19. MIT for grad school. Joined the SEALs and went to Afghanistan where he racked up confirmed kills like it was a video game.
y/n: I served with him for a while last year. We called him the Killmonger.
Ross: He joined a JSOC ghost unit. Now these guys are serious. They will drop off the grid so they can commit assassinations and take down governments.
T'Challa: Did he reveal anything about his identity?
Shuri: He has a War Dog tattoo but we have no record of him.
T'Challa and y/n share a look.
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T'Challa sits on his throne surrounded by the Tribal Elders, Ramonda, Shuri, Okoye, y/n -now in his armour- , and the Dora Milaje.
River tribe Elder: Is this man Wakandan or not?
Mining tribe Elder: Sixelele ukuba kuqhubeka ntoni. (Tell us what is going on).
Killmonger is escorted in by W'Kabi. W 'Kabi tensely steps next to T'Challa as Killmonger takes his place before the circle.
T'Challa: Thetha.
W'Kabi: Speak.
Killmonger: I'm standing in your house. Serving justice to a man who stole your vibranium and murdered your people. Justice your King couldn't deliver.
T'Challa walks close enough to Killmonger to be able to whisper to him.
T'Challa: I don't care that you brought Klaue, the only reason I don't kill you where you stand is because I know who you are... now what do you want?
Killmonger: I want the throne.
The entire room scoffs at this.
Some elders even hold their heads back and laugh.
Mining tribe elder: Kulunga kwam. (My goodness).
Killmonger: Y'all sittin' up here comfortable. Must feel good. There's about 2 billion people all over the world that looks like us but their lives are a lot harder, Wakanda has the tools to liberate them all.
T'Challa: And what tools are those?
Killmonger: Vibranium. Your weapons.
T'Challa: Our weapons will not be used to wage war on the world. It is not our way to be judge jury and executioner for people who are not our own.
Killmonger: Not your own? But didn't life start here, on this continent? So ain't all people your people?
T'Challa: I am not King of all people. I am King of Wakanda. And it is my responsibility to make sure our people are safe and that vibranium does not fall into the hands of a person like you.
The elders murmur at Killmonger's disrespect. They wait to see how T'Challa will respond. Then, Ramonda suddenly speaks.
Ramonda: Son, we have entertained this charlatan for too long. Reject his request.
Killmonger eyes the Elders with an amused grin.
Killmonger: Oh, I ain't requesting nothing. Ask who I am.
Shuri: You are Eric Stevens. An American black operative. A mercenary nicknamed Killmonger. That's who you are.
Killmonger only then notices y/n.
Killmonger: Romanoff?
y/n: Been a second Eric.
Killmonger: Ay when was the last time we met?
y/n: Ooh, that must have been the time when you tried to kill our commanding officer and blackmailed our squad into staying quiet.
Killmonger: Good times... that's not my name, Princess. Ask me, King.
T'Challa: No.
Killmonger: Ask me.
T'Challa: Take him away.
River tribe Elder: Ungubani?! (Who are you)?!
Killmonger: NDINGU N'JADAKA, UNYANA KA INKOSANA N'JOBU! (I am N'Jadaka, son of Prince N'Jobu)!
A hush fa l ls over the room. The tribal elders knew N'Jobu. This changes everything.
Mining tribe Elder: The son of N'Jobu?
Killmonger: I found my daddy with Panther claws in his chest! You ain't the son of a King you're the son of a murderer!
Ramonda: Lies!
W'Kabi: I'm afraid not Queen Mother.
W'Kabi produces Killmonger's gold necklace and ring. Holding it up for everyone to see.
Mining tribe Elder: The descendant of N'Jobu.
Killmonger: Hey Auntie.
Killmonger: I'm exercising my blood right to challenge for the mantles of King and Black Panther.
Utter silence as all eyes turn to T'Challa. T'Challa desperately wants to refuse but knows that isn't possible.
Ramonda: Do not do this T'Challa.
Border tribe Leader: As the son of N'Jobu he is within his rights.
Ramonda: He has no rights here.
y/n: T'Challa...
River tribe Elder: The challenge would take weeks to prepare.
Killmonger: Weeks? I don't need weeks. The whole country ain't gotta be there I just need him... and somebody to get me out of these chains.
Ramonda: T'Challa, what do you know of this?
T'Challa: I accept your challenge.
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