The 6

Namek

The Assistent smiles...

“Have have no knowledge about such things... But they do look interesting...”

He snaps his fingers and 1 appears...

“The cloned ones look excacly alike... Nobody can see the difference... Not even you... That is why I gave the cloned ones to you...”

He smiled again... And stood up...

“The real ones I have down below, and I already started researching it... The cloned ones come very close... I simply have to do some tasks to make them work like how they are supposed to...”

He throws the Cores to his ships...

“Here, have more useless clones... I have unlimited anyways...”

Brank

Namek
(You cant clone em perfectly no matter how much ya try, its Fang's Lore, so respect it.)

||Its impossible to perfectly clone, no matter how much you try.,,||

Brank

Namek
The Clones Are Dropped, The covenant finish off The Veil ships, and Flies Off

Namek

Brank

(I know it is impossible, accepted it already for quite some time... The cloned ones are incomplete, missing something special. That is why The Assistent gave the cloned ones to you, and keeping the real ones down below for research.)

Ultranova

Gladiaxa the call is ignored

Ultranova

Namek

James touched his shuttle down once again. He had to descend slower, since his cargo canisters were fuller than usual, full of what he didn't know. He looked at the weapon he purchased again. Thanks to several hard hits from a laser torch, it was overheating beyond touchable levels (even with gloves on)

He stepped out from the shuttle and began the same walk to the same building. He entered the building, trying to look as peeved as he possibly could (although he was grinning on the inside at the stupidity of the plan). He slammed his hands on the desk angrily and said,

"The weapon you sold me is broken! It started overheating as soon as I pulled the trigger to test it out."

Namek

Ultranova

When you walked in the shop, you noticed it looked way darker than before... More... Grimm.... More sinister...

The Assistent emerged from the floor, from the basement behind is desk, and locked it, and made the key dissapear.

The Assistent: “Oh... You again!!! Welcome back, what a shame of the gun, may I see it?”

The Assistent cheered up when he saw you, but you noticed like the shop, he was also darker in the inside, darker than before.

Ultranova

Namek

James rubbed his temples.

"Awfully sorry to intrude on you like that, but I really can't touch the weapon." James took a deep breath

"It's stuck on my ship. Would you like to take a look at it?"

Namek

Ultranova

The Assistent looks at him... And even closer...

An evil aura deep inside The Assistent slowly burns...

But suddenly his kindness took over extremely, and he smiled.

“But well ofcourse! I cant have unhappy costumers! Guide me to your ship!”

(Defenitely a trap, but The Assistent is an ignorant curious type... Cant stop him.)

Gladiaxa

Ultranova You receive another call, and a message.

Ultranova

Gladiaxa (look mate, James hasn't got any communicators on him, and the GLE won't pick up because the transmission signals can't reach them unless they turn their wavelength disruptor off, which they won't be doing until they want to contact someone)

Gladiaxa

Ultranova (Ha...)
You hear ... nothing.

Ultranova

Gladiaxa (Freaky...)

Gladiaxa

Ultranova (I will have to use other means of communication)

Ultranova

Gladiaxa (Yeah, you could try to use brainwaves upon James and interpret his response. Or you could call 111, the emergency GLE hotline)

Gladiaxa

Ultranova (Not for the first, not original, and the second would surely be too long)

Ultranova

Gladiaxa (I could use my hold tone though 🙁. Well, if you really want to contact the GLE, the best way is through James. Try and find a way through him...)

Gladiaxa

Ultranova (it's already found)

Jenwuf

Namek
After some time, the ship adjusts its course to rendezvous with the incoming ships.

A small docking bay opens up on its ventral hull, whilst multiple other ship-connector tunnels extend from elsewhere for the FTL fuel to be transferred from.

Namek

Jenwuf

At that time, The Assistent sends a transmission.

“Are you satisfied? It has all the data I have about wars, I stole it from an ancient library.”

Jenwuf

Namek
After some time more, a response is given via text comms again.

It should suffice...
What do you request as payment for this?

Namek

Jenwuf

How about an object of your species wich is unique, not anywhere found in the universe? The more unique things I have, the more powerful I get... Since money is rather useless for me. (But also nice to reveive.)