Shuri's spacecraft might have looked big, dumb, and crude, but it had every function it needed, and its optical camouflage system was even more advanced than the X-Men's flying vehicle.
This was probably a technological byproduct of Wakanda's outer barrier. That enormous shield could hide an entire nation, so a scaled-down version could easily conceal a spacecraft.
More importantly, the spacecraft performed quite well within the atmosphere. Making a large vessel capable of overcoming gravity and freely entering and exiting the atmosphere was no easy task; it placed tremendous demands on the ship's structural strength.
Most space warships had to be assembled in orbital shipyards and would never enter the atmosphere for their entire service lives.
Giant colony ships were the exception. Those vessels were often disposable; once they landed, they were never meant to take off again, usually being converted into Outposts on the spot.
It seemed Wakanda's materials science was exceptional as well. The Vibranium spacecraft made no sound at all as it flew, quickly arriving above a mountain forest in Maine. It was not far from New York State, so close that the girls barely had time to exchange a few words after boarding.
However, the people sitting in rows inside the mountain villa were not actually the ones they had come to find.
"I'm never drinking again."
Barry lay sprawled across the dining table, squirming weakly. A bowl of rather appetizing-looking noodles sat before him, but he seemed to have no appetite. With his cheek pressed against the tabletop, he stared blankly at his teammates beside him. "It was like I was possessed. So strange—why did we all seem to lose the ability to refuse that day? Normally, I can turn Deathstroke down when he offers me a drink. Why did I keep reaching out whenever