Because of Attilan's unique political system, the nation was normally jointly controlled by the councilors and the royal family. During peacetime, Black Bolt, nominally king but effectively the head of security, was rather idle. When Su Ming met him, he was working out, lifting barbells in the palace gym.
"The Moon's gravity is only one-sixth of Earth's. Working out here won't do much good. I suggest training near the Sun."
Leaning against the doorway, Su Ming offered his sincere advice. Martial arts and techniques could be practiced anywhere, so he could work out at home on Earth.
But Black Bolt was different. Building strength on the Moon took twice the effort for half the result, and he couldn't develop his superpowers in the city either. What was the point of this training?
Bare-chested, Black Bolt set down the barbell and turned around with a smile. He still did not speak; even when smiling, he had to keep his lips tightly shut.
He walked over, picked up that old wooden board, and wrote a few words on it while wiping away his sweat:
"Master, wait for me in the garden. I'll go rinse off."
Daisy poked her head out from behind Deathstroke, staring intently at Black Bolt's muscular chest and abs. His sweat-covered muscles glistened beneath the lights.
"He's married. Stop staring." Su Ming wordlessly knocked her on the head with the back of his hand, then continued to Black Bolt, "Let's just talk here. We're all familiar with each other, so there's no need to be so formal."
Blackagar nodded and made an inviting gesture.
So Su Ming told him about Phoenix, explained some of his own conjectures, and only then brought up borrowing a ship.
Attilan's technology came from the Kree Empire, and their spacecraft looked very much like