The Federation Tower operated at a tempo that surpassed any previous governmental effort. This was the preparation phase—the silent window before the world's reality was permanently altered.
The Leader remained in the background, a calm presence whose silence allowed the Council's specialists to drive the logistics. He had already established the primary directive. The Federation's newly activated Information Task Force worked in tandem with Umbrella's data-analysis cores to scrub and verify every byte of extraterrestrial intelligence.
Agent Sharon Carter stood at the center of the briefing room, surrounded by high-resolution holographic displays. She adjusted a setting on the console, and a series of reconstructed logs from the mid-1990s began to play. "The public cannot be told about the Skrulls. Not yet. If we reveal a threat that can mimic anyone's face, we lose control of the population before the Federation is even fully established."
She tapped a file labeled '1995: Incident P-42.' A map of a remote desert town appeared, "The story starts here. The Skrulls found us by accident while fleeing the Kree Empire's expansion. The Kree were hunting them across multiple sectors. One of their soldiers—a woman named Carol Danvers, or Captain Marvel—ended up on this planet. She discovered her true identity and that Skrulls were essentially nomadic refugees. She fought back the Kree and, before leaving Earth, she gave the Skrulls a promise. She told them to stay hidden, to keep their heads down, and she would return once she found a habitable world for them to settle in."
Sharon paused, "It has been fourteen years. The promise was never fulfilled. Danvers never returned, and the Skrulls grew tired of waiting. According to Umbrella's internal tracking and signal analysis, they have slowly transitioned from hiding to infiltrating. They are using their mimicry to replace high-level politicians, military commanders, and industrial leaders. They are embedded in the very systems we are trying to reform. We are in the preparation stage for this threat, but for now, it remains in the Restricted Council Archive."
Tony Stark leaned against the matte-black table, his eyes tracking the data packets being prepared for the education sector. "We focus on the Tier-1 civilizations," he said. "The Kree, the Nova Empire, and the Asgardians. We give the public the 'Universal Civilization Studies' curriculum. We show them the tech, the diplomacy, and the history of the stars. It gives the world a reason to look up instead of looking at their neighbors with a gun."
Universities were already receiving the first drafts of these textbooks. The shift in the education sector was designed to normalize the existence of the extraterrestrial so that the eventual reveal of the Skrulls wouldn't cause a total psychological collapse of the human race.
The Earth Federation also agreed to formally acknowledge the existence of Asgard. For thousands of years, the Aesir had been relegated to myth, but the new intelligence packages detailed them as a hyper-advanced Tier-1 civilization that had held a protectorate over Midgard for millennia. By disclosing Asgard alongside the Kree, the Illuminati aimed to show that while there were threats in the cosmos, Earth was not entirely defenseless. This was about building a sense of "Global Sovereignty" within the Federation—the idea that Earth was a maturing civilization ready to take its seat at the table.
Outside the tower, the physical manifestation of this planning was taking shape. Tony and Aryan were overseeing the construction of the Illuminati Council Building. It was a structure designed to be the nervous system of the new world order. Using a combination of Stark's automation and umbrella's engineering, the building was outfitted with bio-adaptive scanners and frequency-shielding that would make it the only truly secure location on the planet.
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Since the Earth Federation was established, the world had undergone a systemic shock that should have taken decades, yet was achieved in mere weeks. The key was the "Origin." Within two months, every legacy currency—the dollar, the euro, the yen—had been phased out. The transition was flawless because the global financial systems, from stock markets to local banks, had been integrated into Earth Federation's backbone. People woke up to find their savings strengthened under a universal valuation. The markets stabilized with a mechanical efficiency that left traditional economists speechless.
The Architect of this stability was the Leader. As a clone of Aryan, he moved through the political landscape with a level of authority that no human statesman could match. During the initial formation of the Federation, He had utilized his Omega-level telepathy during every closed-door session. It was a subconscious alignment. He implanted the fundamental realization that the survival of the species outweighed personal or national greed. Under his silent influence, the fierce nationalism of the old world melted away, replaced by a singular devotion to the Earth Federation.
The political cleansing had been the most public display of the Federation's power. As promised in the early accords, an open investigation was launched into every sitting politician on the planet. Utilizing the Red Queen's total access to historical data and The Leader's telepathic verification, the Federation exposed decades of corruption, backroom deals, and hidden sins. There was no need for long trials; the evidence was undeniable. Thousands of politicians with tainted histories withdrew voluntarily, disappearing from the public eye before the Federation's justice could reach them. Those who remained—the few who truly cared for their people—were invited to the Federation Headquarters.
These leaders arrived in Geneva as petitioners. As they walked the halls of the Tower, they were met by the Leader. With a single gaze, he would verify their intent. Using his telepathy, he anchored their loyalty to the Federation, ensuring that the governing body of Earth was a unified mind. The world watched these proceedings through the lens of Directed Transparency. They saw a world finally being cleaned of its rot. They saw a system that worked.
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The Grand Plaza in Geneva stood as the heartbeat of a world that had, in the span of a few short months, forgotten the meaning of borders. The architecture was a testament to the new era: white stone plazas that seemed to glow under the Swiss sun, framed by the towering obsidian spire of the Federation Tower. This location was a masterclass in psychological signaling. It offered neutrality for the old world and visibility for the new. The plaza was an open access zone where thousands of citizens stood in a state of collective awe, yet beneath the surface, the Illuminati security layers were absolute. Civilian peacekeepers moved with practiced grace, while high-altitude drones and covert assets—directed by Sharon Carter—ensured that the perimeter was a digital and physical fortress.
On the day of the public reveal, the atmosphere in the Grand Plaza was one of religious intensity. Giant holographic screens displayed the live feed to every corner of the globe—from Mumbai to New York.
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