Chapter 38: New ship.

 

"...ey hey! Walker, wake up!" Anakin said, force slapping my face.

"Hn? Ha! What?! Did I .....Ugh!" I woke up and the pain returned, washing over me in waves.

"Tsss." I hissed, giving Anakin an annoyed looked.

"Don't look at me!" He said, "Your forcefield keeps deflecting the probes. The doctors can't help you of you keep it up."

"Yes sir. We must hurry and amputate the arm before it starts to fest-"

"Excuse me, hol' up. Amputate?" I exclaimed.

"Yes sir. Your arm. We nee-" the droid repeated.

"No. You are not amputating my goddamn arm! What is this, the middle ages? You are a damn republic droid, in Coruscant, capital city of the greatest empire in the history of the galaxy and you-"

That's when I noticed it was a military droid doctor, and gave Anakin the stink eye.

"Really?" I snapped at him, "A military medic droid?"

"You needed help, fast." Anakin shrugged.

"Not that fast! Also, why is his first directive to amputate the goddamn arm?" I asked, pissed.

Good thing I kept up my forcefield, else I might have woken up as one armed Stan in a couple of hours.

"Turn around." I ordered the droid, who dutifully obeyed.

I used my good arm to pick up my blaster and open the charge circuits, tilting the rate shifter module a bit and removing an ion capsule from the middle, turning the blaster in an impromptu welder.

With it I tore into the droid's back, opening it up for inspection.

Acting like I was fiddling with it's code, I used my power to connect to it's systems and spotted the problem.

Paywalls. Goddamn paywalls.

It wasn't that my arm needed to be amputated, but rather that the cost of recovery and reconstruction surgery was far greater than the cost of a mechanical arm.

"The manufacturer coded this to run a cost benefit analysis for possible treatments and offer the cheapest one. Typical military penny pinchers. How many clones have had the limbs amputated before by this bullshit?" I asked Anakin, who looked conflicted.

"I didn't know." He protested.

"Listen, Anakin, I'm not blaming you. But this isn't a battlefield. This droid is for emergency treatments."

Then it hit me.

"Hold on, did...did these droids take the other two as well?" I asked, and Anakin's eyes widened.

"Go! Before they amputate Ahsoka's head for her concussion." I chuckled, and he smiled back.

Turning around to go, when he suddenly looked back.

"What about you?"

"Don't worry about me. I'll look to my own treatment. Get them a civilian doctor first." I said, resealing the medical droid, and got off the stretcher, heading for the hangar.

There, I got into my van and shut all blinds, activated the forcefield and opened the glove box.

Inside was a handful of syringes, filled with the healing blood.

I pulled the cap off of one, and stuck it in my broken arm, emptying it.

Slowly, the bone fragments were pushed out, popping out of my skin like pus before entirely new bones were created in my hand, my flesh sculpting around them, as the bruises faded and blood began to flow again through it.

I checked my arm, rotating, clutching, wiggling my fingers.

It was back in mint condition. Perfect.

I sat there for a moment, exhausted, and thought of my plans for the future.

I had so much to do. I need to deal with Plagueis too, before he leaves Jar Jar Binks's body and disappears into the force again.

First thing tomorrow. I decided.

I'm gonna melt his brains before he can even think about reincarnating. I'm sure I still have a laser drone array somewhere here.

I yawned.

So many things to do. So little time. Maybe..... I'll extend my stay in the Star Wars universe for a while. An year more should do it.

Offee has unresolved issues too. Gotta sort that out before I make any outgoing plans.

Then my thoughts shifted to the fight today.

This fight....it had been tough. I had almost died.

And most importantly, I have had my fill of getting force choked.

"Shit, I might just end up awakening a fetish or something at this rate." I laughed to myself.

No more. I decided.

I took a deep breath and pulled out another syringe, pocketing it.

I put the keys in the ignition and blasted off into space, to the Balmorra Run.

Charting through a hidden path I came upon a massive forcefield, shrouded in gas clouds and holographic camouflage.

Pressing a button on my dash, a hole opened up in the forcefield, and I drove in, closing the gate behind me.

It was time. I had stalled this for far too long.

As I drove further in, a massive ship complex came into view, amidst the clouds, as the colossal Neebray Mantas flew overhead, barred by the forcefield.

There supported by massive pillars stood my finest creation to date.

The first Multiverse-class frigate and multipurpose colony ship, in the shape of an enclosed lotus, it's wings forming the curved petals of the flower, and Dooku's Malevolence, forming the stamen.

The stem of the lotus was long and thin, clustered with various engines at it's base, capable of FTL and post FTL travel, the lean end of the tail forming into a rudder and a solar sail for emergencies.

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The power plant drew from various sources but the chief of them was another marvel of technology, straight from Rick's experimental diary.

A super compressed quaser core, pressed under artificial gravitron beams, forming a giant perpetual motion machine in a gravity well.

It's output was off the fucking charts!

I could power ten death stars and still have enough energy left over to wipe the galaxy from the face of the universe more times than I could count.

At it's head was a massive ion cannon, and a thin, sleek antenna that extended a dozen yards ahead.

Attached to its was a massive projector. The portal projector that would allow the ship to cross between worlds.

It's armaments were varied and adaptable, and too damn many to note at a glance, but all of them were well hidden and extremely devastating.

Though, the EMP cannon of the Malevolence was still there on the stamen of the lotus, new and improved.

It now held enough power to cause a mini Carrington event at a planetary scale. The sort of shit that would easily wipe out any tech reliant species within minutes. It was just that overpowered!

The ship itself was way too massive, having been clobbered together with entire fleets' worth of ships and nearly a tenth of the galaxy's wealth would be further poured into it by the end of the year.

As it stood now, it was already about a twelfth the size of the death star.

And it would only grow bigger. By the time I was done with it, it would be nearly an eigth it's size.

Driving up closer now, it's lower hull came into view, and there upon the lotus bulb was it's name.

The Saraswati.

The lotus of the seeker.

My new and hopefully, forever home.

Pressing another button, a portal opened before me, leading to one of the several hangars in the ship.

I exited the van and portaled over once  more, arriving in an operating room, one I had prepped almost a month ago, but left unused out of fear.

I didn't ... don't want to modify my body.

To become more machine than man.

But now, with my plans coming to an end, and the next world, that of Worm, inching ever closer, I couldn't hold back any longer.

It was time.

I walked over to a desk in the corner of the room and flipped on the light switch.

With a click and a zap, the light came on, lampshading the object of my desire, laid carefully in a mold upon the desk.

The Spindle.

Repaired and ready to be used again.

I picked it up, and hesitated for a moment.

Am I ready to dive back into his memories?

To risk becoming like Rick once more?

And what if I don't?

Will I survive past this world without the modifications?

After all, Worm is a brutal world, where every weakness is a death sentence and the world spanning conspiracy has a literal perfect assassin that might as well have had the mystic eyes of death perception given how good she is.

Fortuna's Path To Victory was one of my greatest fears going into the next world. A superpower that gives you a literal step by step guide to killing multiverse spanning gods and interdimensional monsters was something that could easily destroy me and my plans.

There was no escape from it short of becoming one of the few blindspots to her powers, which is nearly impossible.

Why?

Because almost all of the shards, the superpower-granting extradimensional brain parasites, that could become a blindspot have been used up by others in series.

And those that haven't, are locked up in the most secure locker at the edge of their multiversal cluster guarded by the literal personification of mathematical powers and a sentient death cloud that is nigh imperceptible, buried under a prison for horrifyingly powerful monsters.

So yeah, might as well jump into a blackhole. The death there would be easier and far less painful.

And that is not accounting for the twenty mega Kaijus fittingly called, Endbringers, that terrorize their planet.

I'm even beginning to question my sanity for wanting to go that death world.

If they didn't have such a juicy, juicy booty of tech, I wouldn't have dared to touch that shit with a million foot pole.

I took a deep breath.

"Calm down." I said, "I still have time."

I wasn't going to leave this world for another year. Starkiller has yet to be born, and I haven't drained the life out of the force gods either. And my ship is still incomplete.

This chapter of my life hasn't ended yet.

So I can take it a bit slower. Especially once I deal with Plagueis tomorrow.

But still, I should at least ready the ingredients for the first round of body mods. Who knows when I'll need them?

Better to have them and not need them, than need them and. not have them.

Baby steps. I assured myself.

Baby steps.

With my decision made, I pressed the Spindle into my neck as the memories flooded me once more and this time I caught up all of the medical knowledge he had accrued over his life, and took down a list of the necessary ingredients to perform the preliminary modifications for a subdermal forcefield mesh, a shield for my heart and brain, antibody clusters for my gut, and some other minor reinforcements.

Just to be extra sure though, I added in the blueprints for a backup system for Project Phoenix, just in case I die unexpectedly.

Putting down the Spindle, I gasped for breath before a renewed vigor took me.

I jotted down my list of ingredients and posted it on the board above the desk, before refilling my portal gun.

Let's do this shit!

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