Powers and skills of Rex Salazar, Omnitrix with a single playlist to begin with Alien X locked out.
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'Huh, even R.O.B's use automated systems…what does it mean by Star Wars Light…like a light hearted Star Wars universe or a light side dominated Star Wars universe? Because the ladder doesn't sound all that appealing to me.' I think as a new pop-up appears.
[Please be Patient while your boons are being generated:
-Ben-Rex: gain powers and skills of Rex Salazar, aka Generator Rex, at the end of the series, basic list of powers are infused with nanites that allows for technopathy and transformation of body/creation of mechanical constructs, and superhuman constitution, nanite powered healing factor. Special Note, does not include Meta Nanites, there is no need to unload nanites. You also receive ownership of an Omnitrix, a watch-like device that allows for transformation into a variety of Alien, special note, can choose any base version of the Omnitrix except for special versions (like Ultramatrix); in addition can choose any 10 omnitrix Aliens to start with (except for Alien X, which will be locked), the rest you must unlock for yourself.
-Portal Gun and Omniversal Map: Omniversal travel locked until after the completion of the clone wars.
-Twins Of Shadow
Create a copy of yourself that has all your physical and mental stats, follows your commands faithfully and without question without regard for it's own personal safety, All knowledge and experience your copy attains is transferred to you, such as memories and workout gains, negative side effects are not transferred, When copy is destroyed, a new one can be summoned again after 24 hours has passed, if you unsummon the clone away you can resummon the clone instantly, clone can use all of your abilities/powers, (Note, you can inhabit both bodies at once but the influx of doubled sensations can be overwhelming, can mentally communicate with clone, can take over clone's body.)]
[This concludes your access to boon generation, please create your Omnitrix's playlist and form.] A list of thousands of images of fan drawn and official Omnitrices pop-up and I begin scrolling through them.
'Hmm, I like this one the best as its style has the perfect mix of the OG watch and the Alien Force watch.' I think while feeling a bit of elation at having an Omnitrix.
[Please create your starting playlist.] Another pop-up appears along with images of one-million-nine-hundred- twelve alien species.
I close my non-existent eyes and try to breathe in through my non-existent nose, sighing to myself I mentally scroll through species, selecting -Necrofridgian (Big Chill)
-Tetramand (Fourarms)
-Anodite (Verdonia, Gwen Sunny)
-Kineceleran (XLR8)
-Galvan (Brain Matter)
-Galvanic Mechamorph (Upgrade)
-Aerophibian (Jetray)
-To'kustar (Way-Big)
-Vaxasaurian (Humungousaur)
-Piscciss Volann (RipJaws)
[New Meatbag container construction completed…Transmigration in 3…2…1…]
One minute I'm in a dark space with a holographic screen in front of me the next I'm inside of what looks like the hangar of a Lucrehulk-class LH-3210.
Just as large guns lower from the ceiling turn and line up with a red Consular-class cruiser, "Oh Fuck!" I curse and spin around putting my back to the ship as it is shot upon and destroyed, the sound of the explosion is deafening.
Looking down at my left wrist, I see the Omnitrix and press the green activation button, the very nostalgia inspiring sound brings back childhood memories, as the selector dial lifts up about a quarter of an inch and a holographic image of Fourarms pops up, turning the dial while hearing metallic footsteps approaching me.
I turn the dial to Big Chill and push dial back down into the recess, a flash of green energy over powers my senses there's a tingly sensation, it's not unpleasant though.
The transformation is completely and I get hit with a whole new set of instincts, I immediately mentally latch onto the one to turn invisible and intangible.
I start to sink into the floor so I spread my wings a slight batting of them raises me back up so my feet hover just over the surface of the floor.
"Corprol where did the unidentified homosapien go?" A B-1 battle droid asks.
"I don't know." The corprol B-1 says back, "Rodger Rodger." The commander droid says back and the droids begin marching away.
'Welp…I don't think that I can deny that this…is happening or that it's not real.' I mutter in my head to myself off as I find that I don't really feel all that regretful or remorseful of my life having ended…not when I'm in such an awesome universe with the opportunity to travel to another universe in the future…if I actually live long enough to see the conclusion of the Clone Wars.
I start flying/phasing through walls until I find the main control room, finding it filled with Nemodians.
I watch a security display, and see a protocol droid that looks like the same model as Threepio walks out of a room filled with a gaseous fog, as it passes by a squad of B-1 battle droids two lightsabers flash to life, two blurs fly out of the deadly fog, the blurs are Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon.
They begin cutting down Battle Droids before they can even begin firing on the Jedi and Padawan pair.
The bridge is a cacophony of alarms, Nute Gunray and whatever his lacky's name watch the viewscreen with worried frightened looks on their faces.
The Jedi and Padawan pair vanish from view and Nute Gunray let's out a panicked cry of, "What in blazes is going on down there, where did they go?"
'Hmm…should I fuck some shit up?' I wonder as Nute Gunray's lacky asks, "Have you ever encountered a Jedi Knight before, sir?"
'No…I shouldn't not unless there's a way for me to directly benefit from…me fucking shit up…' I think and a new alarm going off suddenly pulls me out of my thoughts and brings my attention back to the Bridge crew.
"Well, not exactly, but I don't…" Nute Gunray let's out a panicked noise, "Seal off the bridge!" Nute Gunray shouts in fright.
"That won't be enough, sir." Nute's lacky says, the doors to the bridge slam shut, with a hiss of air.
"I want destroyer droids up here at once!!!" Nute squeaks loudly.
"We will not survive this…" Nute's lacky mutters and palm slaps his forehead.
Watching the screen that shows the security footage of the hallway right outside of the bridge.
Qui-Gon cuts several Battle Droids in half, creating a shower of sparks and
metal parts. Obi-Wan raises his hand, sending several Battle Droids
crashing into the wall.
Qui-Gon makes his way to the bridge door and begins to cut through it.
The entire crew is becoming very nervous as the bridge door starts turning red out in the center as sparks start flying off of it.
"Close the blast doors!!!" Nute squeakingly shouts and very thick door slams shut, infront of the doors being cut through followed by a second door that falls from the ceiling, and then another third door rises from the floor. There is a hissing sound as the huge doors seal shut.
Qui-Gon's expression takes on an expression of great strain as he stabs his lightsaber forwards into the door, the scree blanks out and I turn to look at the doorway finding that the final blast door is already starting to develop a red spot in the center-ish of it.
There is a bit of a pause in the room as everyone but me let's out a collective gasp, "...They're still coming through!" Nute Gunray's lacky expresses as a hunks of molten metal begins to slide down a cooler patch of metal before dropping onto the floor.
Growing board with watching this I allow myself to sink down through the floor by wrapping my wings around myself like a cloak, before flying throughout the massive vessel looking for a ship to borrow.
I find a Sheathipede shuttle, and fly into it, flying through the length of the ship into the cockpit, there is a FA-4 Pilot Droid, tapping the faceplate on my chest turning back into myself.
"Who are you what are you doing here, this is Viceroy Nute Gunray's personal shuttle!" The droid vocalizes at a high volume and wheels back from the ship controls and starts turning to face me, 'Not sure if this will work but…fuck it.' I think and rest my hand on it feeling billions upon billions of tiny machines inside of me I command them to reprogram this droid to follow my commands, glowing circuitry seems to expand from my hand and encase the pilot droid, it goes silent, it's eyes flash and then it starts to vocalize again.
"Where would you like to travel today, Sir?" The droid asks me and I feel stumped, 'Where do I want to go?' I wonder but settle on a place even if I don't involve myself in the plot directly Tatooine should be a decent place to find some kind of work…and I could probably find a way to earn some money to bet on Anakin's race.
"Take me to Tatooine please." I say to the droid and it nods, "Certainly, Sir…please secure yourself in the lobby or quarters. I will signal you once we arrive at our destination." My pilot says to me and I shrug as do as he…it says.
I find Nute Gunray's quarters and the place is lavishly decorated, there's wealth spread around the largeish room and there's two gold colored BD-3000's…feeling curious I walk over and grab one's breasts…for reaserch purposes…it's warm, soft and malleable in about the same way as a human woman's breasts.
'Oh God…these are really sex droids…Oh my fucking God I just groped another man's sex bot's tits!' I exclaim in my head and feel a little sick to my stomach at that realization, but I use my nanites and ask them to reprogram these fembots to be loyal to me and they upload to me that these things are fully anatomically correct with automated sanitation protocols so technically they're clean…but they're dirty…they're programmed in over six million ways to pleasure both male and female organics.
I shiver in disgust and awe at that implication…and also learn that these droids are also programmed for translation and maid/servant duties what languages the one doesn't know the other does…they can even function as back up pilots.
'Who even needs slaves when bots like these Luxury ones can do so much?' I wonder but immediately realize the stupidity of that question.
Ignoring the fact that this room would probably light up like a Jackson Pollock painting under a black light I lay down on the bed as a chime sounds inside of the room.
[Sir, Hyperspace Calculations are complete. It is estimated that our journey to Tatooine will take an estimated three days and seventeen hours.] I let out a sigh at that while idly wondering if I should go upgrade and upgrade the shit outta this bitch, but I decide against it. Because it seems like a very unintelligent idea to try and upgrade a ship while flying through Hyperspace inside of it.
I peruse the holodisk collection Nute Gunray has and let's just say he is a man of odd tastes, "Okay this going to be a long ass three days." I groan my head turning to the fembots, I quickly shake me head and tell myself to not even think about it, and of course that gets me thinking about it.
'If this shuttle had more room I'd play with building machines.' I think but there really isn't enough room and punching a hole through some part of the ship by accident doesn't appeal to me so I put on one of the bot x organic love story comedy movies and decide to just do my best to chill.
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[Sir, we will be landing in ten minutes.] My pilot droid says as I nut inside of Velma one of my renamed fembots, synthetic self lubricating vagina…Gunray really spared no expense on these nut draining sexbots even having their frames constructed out of extremely light but extremely durable materials so they could ride someone without turning their hips to paste.
"Velma-two is there a contingent of security droids on this shuttle to protect VIP's?" I ask the second fembot who is in the process of cleansing my organic matter from itself.
"Yes, Master there is a contingent of two Droideka Destroyers, four B2 Super Battle Droids and Ten Standard B1 Battle Droids, there is also a mechnochair." Velma-two answers my question promptly, 'Surprised they didn't activate and seize control back of this ship…but then again good ol Nute probably has greater concerns.
Patting Velma-one's remarkably springy ass, in signal for her to get off of me which she does promptly and activates organic matter disposable procedures, I walk over to the sonic scrubber that uses a mix of light waves and sonic waves to clean the body entirely and more efficiently than a water based sanitation system.
Getting dressed in the blue jeans and T-shirts I got transmigrated here in, after stepping out of the sonic scrubber feeling ready for the day.
"Velma-two please escort me to the contingent of droids stationed on this vessel, Velma-one please collect any wealth that I can easily use for purchasing power, stored on this vessel." I make a request of my fembots, both replying yes master, while Velma-two begins escorting me down to the area where one would normally board this shuttle, she presses a button making many panels open up revealing the hidden battle droids, the now revealed droids step forwards out of their little cubbies and salute me.
"I took the liberty of reprogramming them to view you as their owner and VIP, while they were offline, Master…I hope this pleases you." Velma-two says demurely, making me smile.
"Yes, you did very good Velma-two." I praise her and will my clone into being.
"Thank you, Master." Velma-two vocalizes demurely, and Velma-one appears, "Master, I have completed an inventory of the wealth Nute Gunray kept aboard this shuttle while it was in his possession." Velma-one joins us as my clone knowing what I want activates his Omnitrix and transforms into Upgrade, and starts merging with the security contingent, the ship and the pilot droid.
"How much liquid wealth do I have at my disposal, Velma-one?"
"I calculate that there is 100,000 in unmarked credits, 50,000 in refined medical grade spice, 100,000 in cut and polished gems, and as for the value of assorted precious metals I estimate their value at 50,000 credits." Velma-one informs me.
"Velma-one, do unmarked credits have any purchasing power here in Tatooine?" I ask Velma-one and she giggles, well as much as a droid can giggle even going so far as to cover her vocalizer plate.
"Master, unmarked credits are the preferred currency in the underworld, completely untraceable while being backed by the banking clan." Velma-one informs me, and I feel a little awkward which makes me scratch my right cheek with my index finger.
The ship beings shifting underneath my feet as it takes on the typical Galvanic Mechamorph authentic of black with green lines that look like circuitry, through my mental connection with my clone, I imagine Ship's version of an Antarian Obliterator from Ben 10 Alien Force, the ship takes shape with a small cargo hold, big enough for about ten tons worth of storage, my quarters which are quite large with a washroom, and an autochef, there is also a bunk room with two bunks, a lounge with another washroom, a lounge with a kitchenette, and entertainment system, the pilot gets a full Galvan style upgrade, with a learning program to make it a great fighter pilot, along with a massive increase in weapons, and shielding.
The droids shift and become armored humanoid machines of death and carnage that resemble T-900 Terminators but for legal purposes let's call them Terminator-Droids or T-Droids. The droids have learning capabilities so that they outperform any battle droid to date; each one gets its own shield generators, and high fire rate inbuilt blasters that could turn a building to rubble in seconds.
'From sixteen droids to ten Termin-I mean T-Droids…not bad considering the massive upgrade they've all received.'
"I wonder how long it will take Padmé and the Jedi to get here? I really want to go meet Anakin though…" I mutter while trying to weigh my options on what I should do.
"Alright I've decided a group of us will be going to Mos Espa. The rest of you will stay here and secure the ship…you lot should be able to handle Jawas and Tusken Raiders.
"TD-1 through TD-4 you will be my escorts alongside Velma-one and Velma-two. TD-5 through TD-10, you will remain with the ship and protect it from hostile entities." My Fembots make happy noises, while my T-Droids nod while their red optics glow brightly in recognition of commands received and acknowledged.
'Now, I should try and unlock full Master control of the Omnitrix…you know what, I'm not going to do that it never ends well for Ben, I think I'll keep the training wheels program on until I feel comfortable with it.' I think taking time to consider before doing anything rash with the alien device, while TD-1, 2, 3 and 4 load up the slightly altered mech chair with the crates of valuables minus the case of unmarked credits that Velma one is holding which looks like a sturdy metal briefcase.
Just as I'm about to leave the ship my clone's Omnitrix times out, "Look after the ship and the TD's only interfere if necessary, ohh and keep an eye out for Padmé's ship."
"Sure thing boss." My clone salutes and I walk down the ramp and out into the chilly desert night and look out across the desert to the glowing lights of Mos Espa.
Smirking, I create the Rex-Ride, a motorcycle type mode of transport, Vemla-one and two sit behind me on the bike, "Mater the Mechchair will most likely not be able to keep pace with this mode of transport." I nod in acceptance to the warning and drive towards Mos Espa slowly.
Reaching Mos Espa letting the Velmas get off before breaking down my build, looking around I spot gambling dens, brothels, slave markets, space ports, with ships constantly landing and taking off.
Not seeing much difference between the gambling dens I start towards the nearest gambling den, with my droid escort.
"Master, is it wise to go to a gambling den?" Velma-two asks me in modulated concern.
"It's time to test out my luck, Velma-two." I mutter to Velma-two with a smirk in my voice and on my face.
'I should probably use Upgrade and Brain Matter to make myself a nanite armor…that can perfectly sync up with my internal nanites.' I think as I walk into the gambling den looking around the room seeing multiple people looking over at me and my droid escorts.
"How can I be of service to you sir? And may I request that you relinquish any weapons you might be carrying and have your droids wait outside." A very sexy and curvaceous blue skinned Twi'lek woman wearing a sexy two piece armored bikini greets me. And tries to approach as my security detail trains their weapons on her. "Stand down TD's." I command as this Twi'lek comes over to me she presses herself up against my slides, her hands sliding up and down my sides searching me for weapons, before sliding down in a very provocative way.
Her hands are not quite leading to sexual implications but…she definitely means to distract and tease.
"I'm unarmed." I say idly and this Twi'lek woman smirks up and me as she cups my groin.
"I would say you're rather heavily armed…if this is taken into account." There's a playfulness to her that I honestly find quite enjoyable.
"If you're not careful you'll be the one taming that beast." I say to her semi-seriously, and am rewarded with a dazzling smile.
'Damn…she's a good baiter.' I think and have a feeling any high roller looking individual gets this treatment from her.
"A very intriguing offer…" She murmurs in a husky whisper.
Velma-one and Velma-two make an approximation of a throat clearing noise, making the Twi'Lek woman smirk, "It seems your Fembots are rather attached to you…that's sweet…" I can tell by the way she says the words she finds it a bit sad.
"If you're done feeling me up and trying to pick my pockets, I have some medical grade refined Spice, cut and polished gems and precious metal ingots, I'd like to exchange for peggats, once that is taken care of my escorts will leave." I informed the woman who proceeded to pinch my ass before proceeding to stand up from her kneeling posture on the ground, being sure to rub up on me running her hands over my chest.
Her eyes grow wide at hearing what I have to exchange,
"Of course sir, please follow me over to the exchange window." The Twi'Lek woman takes on a less informal attitude and leads me over to the exchange while hanging off my arm.
Reaching a caged off area that has four gamorrean guards and two fully armed and armored Mandalorians one in heavy kit the other in a light kit, inside of the cage is one those protocol droids with those large ugly bug eyes.
"BZ-7093, We have an exchange..Spice, precious metals, along with cut and polished gems from the Offworlder…with menacing looking droids." The Twi'Lek tells the droid who nods and signals for two large ripped gamorrean guards inside the cage with it to open the sealed door, a hover skiff with a pilot droid built into it to come out of the cage.
"Please place the crates on the droid skiff, we'll inspect and estimate the values of your merchandise, honored guest." The droid says to me while I signal my TD's to transfer the crates from the mech chair to the droid skiff.
Five minutes later after testing the spice, and inspecting the gems then testing the metals the droid BZ whatever designation, eye's flash dimly. "Sir, we have estimated your
merchandise to be valued at the equivalent of 17,500 Peggats, would you like to convert this amount into chips to be used at our luxurious facilities or into hard currency?" The droid asks me.