Secret Service had prepared a room for his arrival. There was security in place at every corner. After agreeing to the proposed meeting that was announced online, The President of the United States had agreed to a meeting. In truth, there was nothing that could have been done to prevent his arrival but opportunities taken are opportunities earned in the world of politics. No reward work keeping is without risk.
"Thank you for having me. Is your naval fleet recovering well? I heard my brother caused quite a bit of damage." The Emperor sat on a chair, soldiers surrounded his position, weapons aimed. "These are unnecessary." Wu Hai pointed at the guns, waved his hand and collected them into his storage.
"..." The President and his cabinet members that were at the side had blank expressions on their faces like they should have seen that move coming.
Emperor Zao pushed his hands together and looked at the President. "I was not party to the destruction of your fleet, though, to ease tensions, I will reassure you that we are leaving and sooner rather than later. I will leave enough precious metals that accumulate on this planet on your lawn outside, payment for the equipment losses. The loss of soldiers is unavoidable in war, I do not believe any remuneration would be accurate or enough for those that grieve in their place."
Having said a few words, he looked over and awaited for a response. Pulling a few items from his storage, a bottle of some sort and a table materialized before Wu Hai. "Millions have died." Wu Hai brought out 20 more cups. "Here I pour a special bottle, meant only for the grandest of royalty on our planet. May we all drink something memorable, thinking of those lost that may never return to us." He unsealed the bottle, pouring just a taste into each of the glasses.
His darkness ability gently lifted the glasses from the table, cradling them at the base and passing them to anyone that would take it.
"For the Fallen. May they find peace in the next life." Slamming his glass to the table and shattering it, his blood flowed from his hand. The wound quickly healed, but some of the essence was on his palm.
"I don't believe this will ever be shared with the Public." He held his hand up showing fluid on his hand. "I share it with you now. On one condition. You must put your full attention to uncovering those actually responsible for the disaster." He pulled a vial, a potion out, drank it and then wiped the essence into the container. "Perhaps." Storing it away, he looked back at the President, the wine still sat in the glass.
"Perhaps I've overestimated this arranged meeting... " The Emperor tried using the stick, he stood up and put away his table. New Guards retrained their weapons on his figure.
"Stand down." The President spoke. "Such drama, is it really necessary either? What is it that you come here for? Are you intending to stay on this planet?" He folded his arms and leaned back, his considerations withstanding, there was nothing he could do except accept the outcome.
Emperor Zao smiled, It was the first time the President had seen it since his arrival. A sign of humanity and personality beyond a dignitary. "Food stores. I require them. State your price, in Earth materials, rare earth materials." The population of the Jungle City was out of control and it would take a week or more just to transport everyone that was already on the way from the ports edge. People were starving.
"I see. My advisors have told me about the situation there, not that I haven't been paying close attention." He looked over to the Cabinet members and nodded, they started to shuffle paperwork around and sign documents. "Yes, well, Many of our own citizens have begun traveling. We expect, given the flow of things, that the population should have exceeded 15 million before the Attack at Picos. We can start moving food immediately. Rare Earth Materials would be acceptable, however.. You leave us at a disadvantage. Brazil holds materials from your world. Our research labs would love a sample of extraterrestrial materials, of any sort."
Laughing, Wu Hai started pulling out chunks of metal and fur. He charged his fingers together, and began slicing ribbons from each of them, about thirty in total. Then he motioned for a guard to come over and take them away. "Here. Samples. Though, you won't find such materials on Earth or in orbit. If that is all, I have to unload the cost of your food supply outside. I'd ask if there is a better place for this to happen, but out in the public is better for me."
Turning toward the exit, he patiently walked outside and onto the Whitehouse lawn. Cameras had noticed his arrival, it was somewhat expected after his speech over the streaming service.
Floating into the air a bit, he found a spot where soldiers weren't immediately standing. "Move away." Gold, silver, platinum, copper, cobalt, and tungsten. Great piles of it began filling the Lawn at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. It was a Spectacle, but it was needed.
"Now. Where are your food stores located?" The Emperor floated back the steps outside of the Whitehouse. There was a man preparing to answer his questions.
"What do mean where are they, warehouses, all over the place.. We don't keep everything in one place. It will take a few hours, but we'll have it mobilized and on the way by nightfall." He looked at the Emperor Zao's posture and then tried not to speak any further.
Wu Hai was disappointed, he had expected to just pick up food and teleport back. "I should just cancel the agreement. This method is too slow. Where are the Shipping yards you intend to use to ferry the food? Forget it, I'll just take the container ships myself." Flying out, he noticed that helicopters were filming his every action.
Floating over the Port, he looked down at the container ships. 'Seven. Only Seven.' The Patomac had very little to offer, some of the ships had a lot of people on them. He pulled his weapon, the Creators Crusher in hand. Feeling like he had seen a friend after a long time, he had almost never used it in combat because of its speculated power.
Changing his ability with the Cup and Die, he first rolled Metal and Ice.
A barge, about the size of container ship slowly took form, a chain at its front. Then, he rolled the Gygax again.
'Water and Soul' "These should work." The Emperor's form had changed, his body looked like it was comprised of salt water and held together by a transparent body.
Using the water in the bay to support and propel himself, he pulled the barge out into the bay. Large shoals of fish were carried into the hull while he passed. Like they were leaping to sacrifice, the fish were pulled from the water and slowly started to fill the basin of the barge. Large fish came on occasion, filling up the hold much faster, after about 30 minutes there were no fish left in the bay.
He put the fish barge away and dove into the water to look for better schools, then he saw the garbage. It was intense, immense fields of trash sitting under the water, flowing with the current. Trash dragging in sand would be reduced to particles after time. bits of muck turned the Ocean floor a bitter color. sharp rungs of metal, glass, couches and cars made mountains.
'The Crusher' Emperor or not, Wu Hai knew the problems associated with acting on a whim. Still, he couldn't just ignore such a thing. It took a few hours, gathering everything in sight. Millions of tons of trash made its way into the Crusher to be sorted and broken down later.