Bigger responsibility, bigger problems [Arc opener]

Tiberius was on his twelfth call of the day, he had a pot of coffee on his desk and hadn't left for two days trying to deal with this. Russia was demanding the samples he'd gathered. Tiberius was on a video call with the mortal beings his chitinous face impassive and imposing on their screen. He was listening to them however at the time.

"Give us the meta genes!" the mustachioed man demanded slamming his fist down. It wasn't the first time he'd made the demand and he was getting very angry at this point. A bald man beside him put his hand out. "Calm down comrade, it's not like he can deny us for long. After all they don't have an army to compare to us."

Tiberius lifted a finger and tapped his teeth, they were right. He had many loyal soldiers, but he didn't have nearly the army others did. He was over powered here, but he'd given his word and he would defend it to his dying breath. "I'm sorry gentlemen but I'm afraid I'll have to cut this call short. You see I don't have time to waste on pointless discussions. If you want to bring war, so be it. But the people of this nation will stand against you. We will fight you tooth and claw every step of the way." He stood and brought his fist down on the desk splintering it. "We are the nation of California, and we will maintain our promises to our trusted protectors." He cut the call and looked down a little.

His purpose was to bring about peace. However, he couldn't give the Russians what they wanted without it being weaponized. He walked over to his window and sighed. War, it never is pretty, now the question is how many of the meta humans will stand with him. He sent out word to get those who were registered the information they would need. Now he just needed to get his attendants to start looking for foreign allies.