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kronos797
I plan for him to do that in the next chapter. He needed the capsules first.
Carthienes
I don't know if I'll make use of all your ideas, but I like the idea of having a supplement to the CYO that the character actually has some control over.
Dimensional Traveller CYOA
Part 6
The Planar Travel Agency.
"Now this place is super fucking weird" I heard Faith comment.
I'd never seen any place like this before, and if the last version of The Traveller had then I'd not inherited his memory of visiting this Agency. The only reason I even knew about The Planar Travel Agency was due to Velma finding a voucher that entitled the holder to a free service that this place would provide.
While leaving my Slayer bodyguard to wander around and admire the sheer strangeness of this place, its decor was beyond my ability to describe, I qued up behind some very odd-looking beings only to end up getting sent to join another line because I'd somehow ended up joining the wrong one, but to be fair I didn't understand any of the signs, assuming that they even were signs.
Until now I'd not had any trouble with languages, I must have picked up some knowledge of them from the other Traveller, that or by sheer chance everywhere I'd visited had spoken English, that was possible since I'd been to two lands called Albion, which was just an old name for England, and in Sunnydale, everyone also spoke English.
As for when I'd been on the space station Omega, there could have been some sort of universal translator working in the background. As for Skyrim perhaps the common tongue of the empire just happened to be English, or there could have been some sort of magic in effect.
"NEXT!" the creature who handled this line yelled out.
I stepped forward and presented my voucher that could have been given to my predecessor centuries ago for all I knew.
"Welcome to The Planar Travel Agency, Earth Branch," said the creature was writing some alien-looking symbols into a book "Where would you like to go?".
He then spotted my voucher.
"Oh you already have your own planar travel abilities" he realised "Why are you wasting my time then?".
He didn't give me a chance to answer, at least not right away.
"Feh the line for purchasing travel supplements is over there," he said while pointing.
I explained that I'd been sent over here from there, something that didn't please the creature.
"Whaddya mean they told you to get in this line?" he demanded to know.
Apparently good customer service wasn't a priority in this part of the multiverse.
"Ugh fine," he said, "If it'll get you off my back".
I got handed a book.
"Here's our lineup of planar travel supplements" I was informed, "You have four points to spend".
The lack of good customer service became irrelevant to me when I discovered that the voucher that the creature had taken from me entitled me to four new powers. Given the sheer array of powers that the other Traveller had possessed I could see why he'd never bothered coming here, but for me, this was a big deal since I only had a tiny fraction of my predecessor's powers.
I decided to pick the power Language, that would allow me to understand all forms of speech, the written word and so on just in case I'd lucky so far and having Omni-tool helped with understanding people's speech, but I wouldn't mind being able to read the writing on the wall here, and comprehension could be an issue later if ever met some really life forms.
The power of Currency was tempting, however, I had plenty of ways to make money, and there was some fun to be had in going around trading in different worlds, and in many worlds, gold could easily be exchanged for local money. The same went for Lore, I already knew a lot about the worlds I visited, and I had pokegirls to research stuff for me. As for Wardrobe, I'd already started collecting clothes and such to help me blend in while visiting different places, so that power wasn't so tempting.
My next selection was Documentation as while in a fantasy world such things rarely come up, but if I wanted to move around freely in more advanced civilizations I would need a form of documentation as such that ability was priceless for someone like me. With some valid ID, I'd be able to visit the more civilized parts of Mass Effect and pick up some armour of my girls.
I spent the rest of my points on Attunement which would give me the ability to learn powers and special abilities from settings that may or may not work in other worlds, such as certain types of magic, something even the last Traveller hadn't been able to figure out how to do, although it had only been a recent interest of his. With this Attunement power, I could learn all kinds of magic and in time become a powerful wizard, and that was just one way this power could benefit me, I might be to learn other things. I'd have to do even more research.
"Your selection has been made," said the creature "Next!".
That seemed to be that and I didn't feel any different, however, I could read the signs and that allowed me to find the exit after I'd met back up with Faith.
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Wrecked Star Destroyer. Jakku.
After making sure that her grapple cable was secure, the young woman, who was dressed in a set of loose-fitting grey desert garbs, ripped off the panel that was all that was between and her prize. Carefully she reached in and began shifting aside decayed or dust-covered wiring in order to find some hopefully more intact parts. Upon ripping out the part she desired, the young scavenger added it to her bag, which contained components that she hoped would increase overall the sales value of her salvage if sold together.
She'd spent much of her time within massive shipwrecks like this one, which had been scattered over much of this hemisphere of the planet. Many years ago a great battle had taken place between the New Republic, and the Empire, a battle which had left many wrecks behind. This Imperial-class Star destroyer from which she salvaged parts from was one of many massive wrecks yet to be picked clean despite years of work. That was a testament to the sheer size of the vessel, as well as a reminder of the technology and industry the Galactic Empire had controlled while at its height.
Now that she had what she wanted, Rey kicked off and began lowering herself to the ground. She'd gathered enough for now, and if she wanted to trade these parts in before the end of the day she still needed to clean them. If she didn't she would not eat today.
Once she was outside Rey took her mask off, and let herself have a good drink of water from her canteen, she'd earned it with all her hard work. Then Rey spent a moment looking over the graveyard of ships. Much of the wreckage in these parts came from a single star destroyer, other piles of scrap came from wrecked fighters that were also scattered about, but the smaller craft, such as the shuttles, they'd long since been picked clean.
The sledge she used to carry what components of worth that she'd been able to find from within these piles of junk got quickly loaded up, and as she got the sledge moving she leapt aboard to slide in a fast, but controlled manner, down the massive sand dune. A bit of fun in a day otherwise filled with the gruelling work she was required to perform in order to survive here on this sorry excuse for a planet.
Once down at the bottom of the large dune, she pulled the sledge along to her waiting speeder bike, which was little more than a bulky frame that resembled a rounded box of sorts with a seat-mounted atop a small engine. It had been built from scratch from salvaged components, and while it had reasonable speed, it was meant for hauling heavy cargo, as such it lacked any real comfort or style, but the machine served its purpose.
Before gunning the twin engines Rey made sure her goggles were on, and before long she took off, and she was rapidly flying over the countless sand dunes, which were pretty much the only thing to see on this planet other than the wrecks and the camps the junk traders set up.
While the camps moved around in order to more easily service the needs of those who worked on these salvage operations they never seemed to change. Once she'd arrived at her destination Rey idly glanced around the outpost, seeing nothing new as usual, then she got to work. She had some parts to clean.
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A Beach. Riza.
While my girls, all four of them as I'd even brought Emma along with me this time, enjoyed the tropical beach, with Emma only trying to do so because it made me happy, I worked with my Omni-tool as I tried to come up with a straight forward plan of how to acquire the things I wanted. Now that I had an idea of what I wanted it was time to come with a proper plan.
For now, still desired a Puddle Jumper or something like that should I fail to acquire a Jumper. My reasons were sensible as that type of craft was small enough for me to move through dimensions, and it could turn invisible, it even had weapons, I'd have to be careful when it came to using the drones, but this was okay as I did intend to get involved in any fights if it could be helped. I just wanted to be prepared in case I felt the need to become involved in a battle later on.
I would also need a pilot, and the person that I'd already chosen as the template for my pilot, assuming that term template made sense, was Rey Palpatine, and this meant that I had to go and find her. This might be easy or very hard, it depended on if I could find the right universe at the correct point in the timeline. My knowledge of the multiverse let me know that the flow of time was not always the same in the different versions of a universe so I should be able to find a Star Wars universe that had a living Ray Palpatine.
Once I'd found her I just needed some of her DNA as removing the original from her dimension could really screw things up for the locals. While I had no desire to go off and be a hero, or a villain, the whole good and evil struggle should be avoided, there was no sense in screwing things up for other people without a compelling reason to.
Not only did I need Ray's DNA I also needed to give her clone the ATA gene, which was possible, but I'd need the DNA of someone with the gene so it could be added to the clone's genetic makeup, this was important the ATA gene was required to fly a Puddle Jumper as the gene acted as an advanced security feature.
Once I had all the DNA I acquired, and I knew of several people who had the right gene, I would need to have the clone made, this would not be at all cheap, and it would take a few days. Then I would need to either steal or trade for a Puddle Jumper, trading would be best as that I could take the tiny ship back to where ever I got it from, The City of Atlantis in the Pegasus galaxy most likely, if it ever needed repairs or the drones reloading.
The main objective of the Stargate project was to acquire some technology they could use in the defence of Earth so as to level the playing field with the hostile alien groups who inhabited that universe. As such they should be open to a trade, in exchange for tech I'd offer them they would give me a Puddle Jumper.
Lucky for me I knew where to go in the hopes of finding both Ray Palpatine and some tech for trade, and I might not need to pay for any of it.
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Niima Outpost. Jakku.
Beneath the tarp cover which offered some protection from the sun, scavengers cleaned off their finds before they tried to market them off for rations, or potentially even greater profits. Many of the scavengers hoped for a big windfall, the kind that would get them off this planet, but they never seemed to find anything of real value.
While cleaning off sand and crud from one of the components in her pile, Rey briefly stopped as she saw the delicacy an older woman demonstrated with her own component cleaning. The elderly human seemed to almost be smiling, and upon seeing this site Rey wondered what it must be like, actually being content here.
She knew that she hadn't lived here on Jakka for her whole life, but she couldn't quite recall clearly living anywhere else. She had been dropped off here long ago, at a very young age, and all she recalled of her parent or parents, was of them leaving aboard a starship. She told herself that one day they'd come back for her, but it had been such a long time now that on some days she doubted it, even if she never totally gave up hope.
"We need a map of the crash sights" she heard someone ask.
Rey turned to see an armoured man who was talking to one of the older scavengers. At first, she mistakenly thought the figure was one of the traders who came by to purchase spare parts, but he didn't look much like a merchant.
Given the weapons he carried and the armour he wore, he might a solider, but Rey didn't think he was. She decided that the man in the armour must be a bounty hunter of some kind, in truth she was far off the mark.
The two women with him also wore armour, and only one of them carried a weapon, the other looked as if she was carrying some sort of scanner. However, while it was interesting to see someone new here it was starting to get dark and Rey still needed to trade in her parts if she hoped to eat tonight.
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Wrecked Star Destroyer. Jakku.
Thanks to my ability to reach nearly any world I wished to visit I'd been able to gather a lot of information on Imperial Star Destroyers and where to find a crashed destroyer, before ever setting foot inside one. With that data having been uploaded to our Omni-tools, with Velma's help I was able to navigate the wreckage of this vessel with ease, I even learned a little about the history of this model of star sailing warship.
The Imperial I-class Star Destroyer was a model of Imperial-class Star Destroyer in the service of the Imperial Navy. The wedge-shaped capital ship, it bristled with weapons emplacements, and when in service it would have a glut of assault troops, boarding craft, and TIE line starfighters. In the era of the Galactic Empire, its command bridge would have been staffed by the finest crewmen in the navy.
After the Old Republic was turned into the First Galactic Empire at the end of the Clone Wars, the self-anointed Galactic Emperor Sheev Palpatine decreed that there would be a massive military buildup. To meet interstellar defence needs, the great shipyards of the galaxy that had already been running at maximum capacity during the Clone Wars would remain going at the same rate well into the Age of the Empire. Only becoming more important as demand increased and having to find ways to increase their output.
The enormous construction facilities at Kuat, Corellia, Ringo Vinda, Fondor, and in other places were converted from civilian grade docks into military starports capable of churning out Imperial-class Star Destroyers. Building upon the strengths of the Jedi cruisers, the bigger Imperial-class vessels became one of the most instantly recognizable symbols of the Empire's might.
At first, Star Destroyers were deployed to sectors and systems caught in the aftermath of the Clone Wars, where they would crush any signs of sedition. Later, during the Galactic Civil War, the Star Destroyer's role changed to hunting down high-value Rebel targets and bases. They fought in notable battles such as the Battle of Hoth and the Battle of Endor.
With a length of 1,600 meters, the wedge-shaped Imperial I-class Star Destroyer was 445 meters longer than its immediate predecessor, the Venator-class Star Destroyer, which had been developed for the Galactic Republic during the Clone Wars. In keeping with the Empire's habit of favouring muted colours whenever possible, the hull of the Imperial-class was painted in whitish-grey, while the Venator-class of the Clone Wars-era had red markings denoting the Republic's diplomatic immunity.
"Looks like the armouries were cleared out first," I said to Velma "Makes sense".
While we'd come to this planet in the hopes of collecting some DNA from Rey Palpatine, I'd confirmed that she still here, I'd brought us to a timeline that suited my needs, so there was no rush and since I wanted to trade some tech with the SGC team on Atlantis if they could be found there, it seemed like a good idea to get involved with the salvage operations going on here. Some Star Destroyer parts would do well in trade.
Before trying to take apart any machines, that we wouldn't even know the purpose for, it had made sense to carefully study the blueprints I'd gotten from the Internet of a more modern world, one I'd been careful to limit my visit to in case any agents from The Order (not to be confused with the First Order) were about, and to locate the armouries on board the Destroyer as any group that was at war with hostile aliens powers would welcome having access to advanced weapons.
"It was worth a look," said the smart Pokegirl "But it seems likely that any sort of weapon or weapons system would be the first things the junkers would want to salvage, we'd be better off looking for the life support systems or maybe this tractor beam emitter".
To me it did make sense to go find the tractor beam targeting array, assuming that it hadn't already been gutted and salvage what we could from it. We didn't need the whole thing we just needed to find parts that would fit in our bags and looked important.
My trail of thought came to an end when something pinged on my motion tracker that was displayed inside the helmet of my power armour. I wasn't as worried as the last time this had happened the only thing we'd come face to face then was some sort of native lizard creature. But I did switch though a few different kinds of vision in case it was something worth my concern. Doing this gave me some warning, just enough to avoid getting hit by a robed figure whose only weapon was a big stick.
"Aren't you a little short to be a Tuskan Raider?" I asked.
To be fair the person was covered head to foot in robes as for their face, it was covered as well with goggles and some sort of breather mask. I was pretty sure that this person was a female, but they were armed, and clearly they were challenging me. Not that they got to fight me as Faith acted upon her role and attacked the Star Wars character who surprisingly held her own.
I'd dressed both Faith and Velma in civilian models of armour that I'd gotten from the Mass Effect universe, at a more friendly port than Omega, and while the suits offered a good mix of protection, comfort and style, what I liked most about them was how the armour moulded itself around the wearer's body once put on.
Not that this was important right now. What did matter to us at this time involved the ongoing fight between my Slayer companion and the junk dealer. Faith had no desire to kill any more humans so she trying to disable to the salvager without doing any real harm. Normally this would be easy for a Slayer, but the local was putting up a good fight with her stick.
"My name is Rey" she declared "And this is my salvage".
While Faith kept her distracted with some more punching and kicking I took out my blaster pistol, made sure that it was set to stun, and then shot Rey in the back so that I could collect the DNA I needed without any trouble.
"Come on let's get out of here" I then said.
There were places I could go so as to acquire some advanced technology for trade.
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The Pan-Dimensional Market Place.
I hadn't been to his part of the multi-verse in a very, very long time, well actually I'd never been here before I just remembered coming here, and I'd never intended to visit as I did not approve of slavery, despite owing a sex slave, or trading in souls, and that was the kind of thing that happened here, slavery mostly, but it was much smaller than Sigil, which made it easier to navigate and I knew that it sold what I needed.
My intentions were to get out of here as soon as possible as this was a realm full of monsters, deadly aliens, cyborgs, evil mutant creatures, and things that even I couldn't begin to label. They were all armed with either advanced weapons or strong magic, and sometimes both. None of them alone would have been a match for The Traveller at the height of his power, he might have been able to take on entire groups, but I was still a shadow of the world wanderer he had been.
This place was run by a powerful demon lord known as Simon, which of course wasn't his real name, knowing a demon's name could give you power over them. The Traveller had never met that demon, and I didn't wish to. The demon had a massive fortress in the centre of this small reality. He was much like a spider in his web.
Since there were so many odd-looking people here no one paid me any attention and this was strange because anywhere else I'd certainly get a few looks what with my power armour, and having a hottie like Faith at my side. I even had my pokegirls follow me as there was a certain strength in numbers.
We soon entered what passed for a bank here, that was run by creatures that I could only assume to be goblins, based on the fact that they look frighteningly similar to the goblins from the Harry Potter movies. Now having another reason to get out of here as quickly as possible I made way to one of the empty tellers, having my girls hand back, and the teller looked at me with a noteworthy sneer.
"Humph, a regular human?" the goblin teller asked as he glared down at me from his high seat. "How interesting, we don't get many of your kind around here; most humans that pass through here tend to be of the magical nature."
As the goblin spoke some more I didn't fail I notice that there was a certain tone in his voice. One that let me know this creature saw me as inferior, and that he had no idea who I really was or what I could do. I was no normal human.
"I'd like to do some currency exchange," I said.
The Goblin simply stared at me for a few seconds before snorting and fishing out some papers from within his desk.
"Sign your name here in order to make an account." The Goblin told me with a grumble.
He was now passing me a sheet of paper and a pen, which let me know that they were somewhat more advanced than the Harry Potter Goblins.
"We already have a The Traveller with an account here," said the teller.
This didn't shock me since I'd known that he'd done business here a long time ago.
"He's dead I inherited his title and all his assets" I mentioned.
This was somehow confirmed by the goblin who closed The Traveller's account but didn't transfer any remaining wealth to me.
"Hand me a sample of your wares human," he commanded while holding out a hand. "I will judge their worth".
As I laid out the contents of a bigger on the inside money pouch, a rather common form of enchanted item in many fantasy worlds, and soon the non-human creature began to inspect the coins from a few different worlds, mostly made from silver and gold, I also had plenty of gemstones from Mareth, which I'd traded metals with a few times, as well as some jewellery and precious stones of different kinds.
"Make a change from gold bars," said the goblin "Looks like you have some imagination at least".
I wasn't sure what to make of that.
"Uh, thanks?" I said.
"You're welcome" replied the money exchanger "and thank for not emptying out a version of Fort Knox on a zombie world and then bringing it all here, devaluing the metal even more".
After an awkward moment where I simply stared at the goblin while wondering what he'd meant by that, and then he stared back at me before he cleared his throat and picked up a sheet on his desk. Plus I was now realising that I could find a dead version of Earth and raid it a little at a time for all the wealth I would ever need.
"With all the gold and jewels passing through here on a daily basis, our conversion rates are much lower than those of the human realms" the short creature informed me "to make up for this we are able to fully convert and store all of your wares with no restrictions; a service you'll be hard-pressed to find in any other reality".
I was shown the value of my goods in many forms of currency, including in American dollars, it was more than I'd been expecting.
"Yes, that's fine," I said.
The goblin nodded and wrote something on his paper before passing it to me, it seems to be a receipt of some kind, one that I kept. I was then presented with some colourful tokens that could be exchanged for good or services here with The Pan-Dimensional Marketplace.
Okay, time for a shopping spree.
Once I left the currency exchange place with my girls following me, we walked through the many-coloured tents, buildings and stalls while trying to ignore the poor mortals in cages, Faith made a few comments, but she smartly kept her mouth shut, not talking to anyone other than me, so did my pokegirls, even as we stopped off a few places to buy some odds and ends. I needed some trinks to trade with for the Puddle Jumper and this was a good place to pick up some cheaply.
Then I would go to see the people who made the special clones. I knew that it was possible to have entire slave races made here, but I had means to support an army or the desire to command one, so I went to cloners in a different dimension than this one who specialised in manipulating specialised sex slaves rather than the group that could make an entire race.
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Control Room. The City of Atlantis.
When the Stargate opened unexpectedly all hands were soon on deck.
"Incoming wormhole!" someone announced.
Doctor Elizabeth Weir the leader of the city, stepped out of her office and took charge of the situation.
"Raise the shield" she ordered.
None of the teams that were currently off-world were due back, at least not for hours. It was possible that one of them had called the city for orders about a changing situation, or because they needed to come home early for some reason, but Doctor Elizabeth Weriwasn't going to just assume that. It could be some form of attack by the Wraith. Or something she didn't even know about.
"No IDC, but we are getting a radio transmission" one of her hard-working underlings reported, "Audio only".
Perhaps one of their off-world allies was trying to make contact.
"Patch it through" Weir replied.
A moment later a link was made.
"This is Doctor Elizabeth Wier," she said over the radio channel "Who is this?".
There was a pause as if the person on the other end needed a second or two to gather their thoughts.
"Hello Doctor, We've never met" was the reply "My name is The Traveller, and I'm here to offer a trade of technology".
Since acquiring new forms of advanced technology was the main reason why she and her people were here Weir decided to listen to what this person who called himself The Traveller had to say.
"I know you won't lower the shield" the voice was now saying "But if you send a team to come to get me I will surrender to them".
After some thought Elizabeth Weir decided it was worth the risk.
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Unnamed Planet. The Pegasus Galaxy.
I wasn't left waiting for long, in less than a quarter of an hour, Colonel Shepard and a lot of his soilders came through the Stargate. They didn't point their weapons at me or the two girls I had with me, Faith and Velma, but they were very heavily armed.
As the teams came forward I soon noticed that these SG teams were differently equipped they were in the show, they wore some kind of advanced body armour, but it only covered parts of their bodies, showing the fabric of their uniforms. My guess was that the armour was meant to protect against energy weapons rather than projectile ones.
Also, they carried firearms. Not P-90s or any gun I was familiar with, they somewhat looked like plasma weapons, many kinds of which I'd seen for sale back at The Pan-Dimesnoal Marketplace They must have back-engineered and made their own versions of that technology unlike in the show. Good for them.
"What's in the bag," their leader asked to know.
I dropped my duffle bag at the feet of Colonel Shepard and he glanced down at it. This bag contained only some of which I had to offer as I was keeping some smaller items in reserve within my pouches of holding.
"Just some stuff that might interest you," I told him "Handheld energy weapons of different makes, some portable scanners, small power cells, and a lightsaber".
That last one made Shepard pause.
"A lightsabre?" he wondered.
Since I lacked the abilities of a Force-user I would never use of the energy sword I'd found within the Pocket Dimension. I was more likely to take my own arm off and then kill anyone else with such a weapon. However, every real Star Wars fan, which included Colonel Shepard would risk losing their arm just to hold a real lightsabre, but once the novelty of it wore off it wasn't much good as anything other than a cutting tool and I'd be better off with a proper cutting tool. If I ever did become Force-sensitive, and with my Attunement power that was possible, then I would make my own lightsaber.
"Yes," I confirmed "I need a Puddle Jumper, fully stocked and ready to fly. Should be a fair trade for what I had".
He was taking things out of the bag for a quick inspection.
"So not a social call then" Shepard quipped.
I shook my head.
"No this is purely business," I said next "And this is well worth it. One jumper for tech from all over the multiverse".
Shepard was looking in the bag and considering it.
"I'll have to clear it with my bosses," he told me "And Doctor Mckay will have check this stuff out".
So far so good.
"Well am I cleared to come to Atlantis?" I asked.
They took my weapons, well the sword and the gun, I had other means of killing they couldn't remove due to my Hammerspace, and after disarming Faith we were taken through the gate. Hopefully, these Stargate guys weren't mirror universe versions of the people from the show, or I could be in trouble, not that I was too worried given my abilities to travel the multiverse and their lack of facial hair.
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Lab. The City of Atlantis.
Elizabeth Weir and Colonel Shepard made their way into Mckay's lab and were unsurprised to find the doctor already playing about with some of the techs. Shepard himself was itching to try the lightsabre so he totally understood why Mckay didn't even noticed them entering the lab.
"Doctor Mckay anything to report?" Elizabeth Weir asked.
As the led scientist it was up to Rodney to decide if the technology was worth the trade. So far things were looking good
"Well I've only had time to examine a few of the items our new friend brought us, but I'd say yeah," Mckay told his superior "But if you want to ask him for more I wouldn't mind".
Shepard thought that this was a bad idea.
"I'd advise against annoying a space wizard," he said.
Rodney sighed upon hearing that.
"He's not a wizard" Mckay argued "There's no such thing as magic. He's an ascended being who retook human form simple as that".
There was some debate going on around the city about the nature of The Traveller and his companions, it seemed as if The Traveller's claim to have gathered the technology on offer from across the multiverse was true because some of the devices offered in trade clearly came from fictional settings yet they worked. Some of the nerds claimed that The Traveller must be something called a Planeswalker, while others figured he was an Ancient who used some sort of technology to reach other dimensions.
"Don't even start you two" Elizabeth Weir ordered.
Thankfully they didn't, and this was good as a few people had already come to blows over arguments.
"He did promise to bring some more stuff back for us if ever needs repair work" Weir mentioned, "So you may get the chance to play with some more of his toys".
Something Mckay was happy about even if he wouldn't have phrased the tech before him as toys. These weren't mere trinkets.
"So let's take the deal" Shepard went on to say "Give him the Jumper. Shouldn't take long to stock one for him"
Rodney soon realised that he now had a boatload of work heading his way.
"But I need to sort out all this stuff" he protested.
"It's not ours until we hold up our end of the bargain" John countered.
Elizabeth Weir cut in.
"What about the security risk?" she asked in concern "We are talking about handing over a ship that could be used against".
Colonel Shepard wasn't worried.
"If he was a threat he wouldn't have given us so many weapons" John pointed out "You don't arm people you might have to fight, and if he's right about being some sort of Planeswalker or Slider then he could have just come straight here, but he made contact the right way because he wants to deal with us fairly".
That made sense.
"Okay we'll take the deal" decided Elizabeth Weir "Hopefully the IOA won't chew me out too much for this".
And if in the future they could get more technology out of this The Traveller person then all the better.
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Capsule Store. Dragon Ball Universe.
"This must be the right place," I said to Velma and Faith.
While waiting for the Jumper and its new pilot to be prepared we'd travelled to a very strange universe in order to acquire a certain piece of technology that would aid in my travels, that of capsules. Throughout Dragon Ball series numerous objects, from bikes and hovercars, to entire homes, and even foodstuffs and house plants, could be contained in capsules. The only things that you should never store in a capsule were living sapient organisms because that would be murder.
Capsules are distributed by vendors throughout the Earth, although the pricing varies depending on what it contains. I just wanted a blank one so that I could store the Puddle Jumper on my person and not leave it lying around for anyone to find.
While the store and everything in it had been labelled in Japanese that was no issue for me I'd picked up a translation power that allowed me to understand everything that I needed to, very useful, and because of this, I knew what each of the capsules contained I also understood the instructions.
The capsules weren't that different from pokeballs, in that you pressed a button and threw the capsule to let something out and then you pressed the button again to recover the object you'd deployed. So they were not that complex and you could easily replace broken capsules, although there were numerous safety features in place to prevent anything breaking due to how dangerous even a single malfunction could be.
"Hey, boss why only get some blank ones when you can get some filled with cool stuff?" asked Faith as she pointed to a capsule on display "This one has a speedboat in it".
Some of the capsules on offer contained many useful things, such as cars, boats, mobile homes, wardrobes you could fill with clothes, bikes and so on, but they were expensive.
"These capsules can contain anything we want within certain limits," I said to Faith "and since we'll be heading to worlds with no people in them it will be a lot cheaper to buy a load of empty capsules that we can fill with stuff taken from that world rather than buy filled ones".
We'd have to carefully label all of the capsules so that no mistakes were made, but if we did this right then we'd always have any vehicle we needed just waiting for us, and that would save a lot of trouble later on.
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The Traveller's Pocket Dimension.
"So is a real person?" Faith asked.
We were both looking at my new pilot/mechanic/sex slave, Dasiy, who had been cloned fro Ray Palpatine with some adjustments including the ATA gene, something the cloners hadn't needed my help acquiring, as well as a lot of mental programming. She had The Force, but without proper training, it would only aid her in her duties by giving her superior reflexes and it would guide in her repair work as Force-Users just had a better sense for how things should be put together.
The clones head was filled with knowledge and the skills I needed her to have. Emma was a domestic servant and therefore less sophisticated mental programming, but they both existed to serve me and like Emma, this clone would simply know to serve whoever woke her up from stasis.
"That's a very hard question to answer" I replied "She is human, only she's not like you. All she can ever be is what she was made to be. You and I both have feel-will, we can decide what we want to do, Daisy and Emma only exist to serve. So it's not enslaving a real person".
Some people would see Daisy and Emma as no different than automatons, albeit ones made from flesh and blood, were as others would see their mere existence as an offence. Since I had a perspective shaped by hundreds of years worth of memories my view of such things was different than it would have been if I'd not inherited some of The Traveller's memories along with some of his many powers.
"How come you didn't just clone me?" Faith was now wondering "I mean no one would have stopped from taking some of my DNA when I was in a coma".
Since I'd been able to get my hands on the real thing, quite literally some nights, I'd not given much thought to ever cloning her.
"Slayer power is mystical, not biological," I told her "So cloning you would be pointless as the copy of you wouldn't have your Slayer powers, and since you had no real reason to stay in your world it wasn't hard to convince you to leave. Besides if you were all docile you'd be far less fun to hang around with".
What kept her with me, aside from seeing cool places and having fun, was the generous paychecks, the cool magical stuff and the magical contract helped as well.
"So when you wake her up she'll be ready to go?" asked Faith as she tapped the stasis pod the clone was in "Just like that?"
Indeed that was the case.
"Tomorrow I'll wake her up and then we go pick up the Puddle Jumper before starting our explorations" I replied.
I had so many fun ideas about where we could go.