In retrospect, telling a bunch of young children that the magical robot keeping them safe was going home had been a bad idea.
Adam looked down at the various species of kids hanging from his limbs.
At least the older ones were just giving those damn puppy eyes.
...Did puppies exist here? Something small, cute, and furry did. Surely.
Hell, there was enough genetic manipulation ability here to just MAKE something small and cute. Anyway.
Point was, his original plan of tossing this body into one of the Conversion Generators on the way out was likely a bad idea at this point. HE knew his body was generated on the fly, and that the unicorn bones would likely be great fuel... but to kids, it would just be a hero burning himself alive.
Trauma, basically.
Some quick conversation and tricky wordplay convinced them he would just be meditating for a few... dozen years or so. At that point, they wouldn't have such an issue with the spirit of a robot abandoning an outfit to head home for a while. Hopefully.
So his body was floating in a pillar of blue fire, Force runes of absorption in a circle below him so that the Temple would benefit in some way, and he was prepared to head back to his home planet without giving some kids nightmares for all time.
A few modifications to the body, some joints solidified and a bit of magic given runes so that the eye sockets didn't go black, a confirmation that the Force would keep him from being disturbed... and it was time.
"Transfer: Abyss."
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Aayla Secura groaned. "Come on Bly, this isn't even the strangest thing I've asked from you guys."
The clone Commander frowned. "I just feel we are missing a step somewhere."
She gestured. "Padawan Bene said get in the snake. Grand Master Yoda said get in the snake. Bly. Get in the snake."
Her friend and the clones behind him looked at the massive white serpent, black jaws opened and sharp fangs retracted into theoretically safe positions.
The fact that comfortable seating could be seen inside the massive beast didn't make the situation less creepy to the crowd.
Bly suddenly felt Aayla shove him with the Force as he was tossed into the open jaws. "Right, our brave Commander volunteered, now the rest of you get in. The Temple is full of children that need our care while the other Jedi fortify the robotic fleet, and I am not waiting for any scared soldiers to sit in a strangely shaped bus."
The giant snake hissing in laughter didn't convince them to move faster.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Emperor Palpatine shuddered as SOMETHING made the Force buck, something at that bloody Temple vanishing. Some powerful Jedi being digested? Or maybe it had finally broken containment and was starting to consume the entire planet. With the Force being devoured in the process, no one would know until it was far too late.
Well, after the economy was stabilized and his minions replaced with people more competent he could go back and consider evacuating any useful survivors on the planet and then crack the damn rock in half.
He went back to his massive work load, his theoretical victory still marred by the unexpected and unending interference. Damn Jedi.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Padawan Bene winced. "No, you can not ask to taste Master Aayla Secura. That is socially inappropriate."
The hologram of Tenebris gave a saucy smile. "Depends on your social circles I suppose. Now..."
The droid body behind the image held up a hand, various holograms of the physically fit Twi'lek female dancing in the air. "Does she follow that silly creed about not having families? And if not, is she single?"
A holographic tongue gently licked lips. "Or if not single... is her significant other willing to get experimental? Three heads are better than one, so to speak..."
Robotic Master Lux sighed. "Most adult Jedi have been reared towards celibacy, Master Tenebris. As you know."
The Dark rune covered droid snorted. "I've seen that 'reared' and it is too fine to be celibate. Forbidding that ass from society is a crime against the Force itself."
Lux focused on the blushing Padawan. "It would be best to allow Master Aayla to address the issue herself, I am afraid. In the mean time, you should ask Shirley to ensure enough rooms are prepared for the Clone Troops supporting her."
Tenebris hummed. "Oh don't get me started on that male harem following her around. Identical fit men who all are trained to say 'Yes Mistress'! What a time to be almost alive!"
At times Bene wondered exactly how prepared the Jedi were for the recent changes at the Temple.
Then again... As soon as they finally showed up, it wasn't her problem! Best to go visit Robo for some lunch instead.
Better take along the Younglings as well, 'facing inner chaos' or not it probably wasn't wise to leave children around that particular robot.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
The pull of his former body was quickly followed by magical flexing, his bones updating with all the additional runes he had discovered. The new stuff should help absorb desired energy (Even kinetic energy!) directly into his skeleton for Consume to absorb, even if the flesh would be damaged in the process.
He rose from the medical table and... just stretched. That had been the longest ever spent as a flesh-less skeleton to date, and all kinds of small sensations and touches had made him feel slightly disconnected from the world... his muscles flexed and twisted as he sort of shifted about, enjoying the feeling of being whole again. With a grin, he moved to the monitoring room the girls should be in.
Adam bounced into the meeting room, most of his more technologically talented girls already waiting. They had known his journey's actual goal after all. "Right, good news everyone!"
Narwhal was just here out of curiosity, but the Dragon sisters and Twilight had barely nodded before they were parsing the massive stream of compressed data Simmy was sending.
So uh. He didn't get much response.
Nightmare Moon chuckled, her near transparent outfit shimmering. "Woo!" A weak pity clap sort of summed up the experience.
Adam blinked at the lack luster response. "Hey, Come on! I was gone for like a month, at least like... I don't know."
Narwhal walked over and hugged him from behind, her right hand on his stomach and the other over his chest. "Love, it has only been seconds for us. That said... Welcome home dear."
Simmy's blue limbs joined in the hug as Narwhal chuckled at his weak grumbling. "Now come cuddle for a while and tell me how it went."
Adam gave in with a chuckle. Cuddles rock. "I want to make a stop by the kitchens, I developed a kitchen droid squad led by a celebrity based food obsessed AI and I want to try some of his dishes now that I have a fully organic body again."
She blinked. "Food obsessed?"
He nodded. "After I brought the building to life we found out that ancient religious structures are terrible cooks, even when trying to follow the recipe."
Yeah, she needed the full story.
~~~Broken Adventure~~~
Even as he gave Narwhal the blow by blow of his recent trip, Adam was modifying Variance Villa.
The Magma Generators were swapped easily with Conversion Generators, even without extra fuel it was far more efficient converting the heat supplied into stored power. The vastly reduced size helped a lot too, and he began crafting Element Furnaces in the freed up space underground... followed by more than a few storage units.
Since everything was built using his Flame Metal and Null Metal, the designs shrunk significantly. With all the free space left over, he allowed Simmy the ability to fill it with versions of her Molecular Furnace designs even as they connected to his Gardens to allow the AI to control them.
Not that they would, all the tech girls were still super busy with the raw data he had returned with... still, he could now convert energy directly into materials, each new version of the furnace lowering the energy costs and increasing the output productivity.
Simmy does some VERY good engineering when interested.
Eventually though, due to something or other he said (Was it robbing the Emperor blind?) Narwhal had to take a break.
So Adam wandered off to the Kitchen facilities to set up his new droid employees and introduce them to the human staff.
In the end, building Boro and his kitchen staff had ended up causing... issues.
Building them with advanced Flame Metal and Null Metal? Easy.
Having them take over the kitchens? Went great! The human staff would not lose their jobs, but the night, weekend, and holiday shifts would have a robotic workforce now.
...Then the Patisserie Chef Droid got an invitation to the System.
All hell broke loose.
Thankfully, once all the droids had access to a System Class, they got distracted enough by the battle of dinner preparation for Adam to escape back to this lab.
Of course, he had been forced to accept a series of sandwiches, a custom drink that honestly was the best thing he had ever sipped made from various berries, and some sort of dessert offset from the third plane of reality.
The final dish was delicious, but tasted partly like strawberries and sometimes like limes. For a dessert he would rate it highly, although the blue color threw him off a bit.
He uh... really was not sure how giving the droids classes was going to work out. But the ability to communicate with each other and other chefs and cooks around the world using the features of System would likely improve meal quality at some point, so... probably fine. That said, it didn't take long for Boro to set up some websites that gathered, translated, and tested recipes from around the world. The number of virtual food dishes had skyrocketed as well, as Adam's company had been expanding the various virtual reality experiences available. Several clubs had jumped on the 'Palanquin' night club wagon, and talks were in the works for some theme parks to get a virtual presence as well.
Point was, at least now Adam had free time to redesign the holographic and hard light flying drones. The fact that improvements there would make life easier for his electronic girls was a side note, really!
Anyway, the redesigned drones included Ember Generators for energy, a smaller but more powerful sensor, and less access compartments needed for repair and maintenance thanks to the Construction beam, dropping the size of the devices by a factor. The many methods of converting software into hardware chips actually helped him simplify the sensors attached to the drone's hull, and instead of adding new features he allowed the entire device to be reduced in size.
Thus his various factories were producing and launching drones the size of footballs, able to stay in air for years at a time without maintenance unless something went very wrong or some jerk targeted them. Huh. Too slowly produced, at that.
A few hours later and the newly designed factories had all kinds of fun mechanical limbs, like cool future junk SHOULD look like. Even had sparks and pings and bangs and stuff, even if most of it was for appearance and the Construction Beam was hidden in the middle of the mess. The Rule of Cool should back him up on this, who wants silent manufacturing planets? Seriously.
Adam hummed away in his lab, white suit sprouting bone limbs with very advance sensors and manipulators brought home from the Star Wars Realm, several tightly focused Gather and Construction beams causing sections of the devices being worked on to fade into and out of existence. At least when personally crafting things he wasn't so lazy as to just point his Construction beam and be done with it, creating stuff should be fun damn it.
Absently he used a limb to shove the most advanced Ember Generator designed so far into his flesh until the small orb was inside his chest cavity and fused to the unicorn bones of his ribs, directly over the heart. The runes built into his bones helped the generator connect to his whole skeletal system, and weakly reached out through his flesh.
Magic and fire seeped into the generator, his blood and magical energies more than enough to redirect non-physical attacks into the chest bound generator to store up charge and defend his body. Probably. Not like he couldn't whip up a new body or two if there was a problem.
A few tests, a quick redesign so he would stop cooking his body meat all the time, another few small modifications to allow easy redirection of the generators energy to either his limbs or the robotic tools he spawned.
Uh... crud, that just burned some back muscles. Redirect stuff to the spine, around the spine, follow the spine...
There, now he would theoretically have energy when needed, a way to store excess power without bleeding random flames everywhere, and a defensive mechanism 'just in case'. Maybe next time he should get some information on better biological integration with technology. This stuff would work, but it still felt like a kludged system even with 'Recovery' fixing all kinds of issues.
Star Wars had far too little advancements on that front really, at least compared to other 'future' story lines. He had to hack a dozen products together to make the more realistic organic droid bodies. Wonder if Shirley found those designs yet.
His thoughts brightened a bit as he continued to fiddle with technology. The Ember Generator attached to his ribs was already absorbing energy and storing it as radioactive material inside, and the more power entering the device the more stable his work became. An unexpected bonus!
Random sparks and flames stopped interfering with his movements, and somehow his hands felt less... sticky. Everything was more dry in a conceptual way, and it was easier to grip and manipulate the tiny components of his most recent design as he moved along.
His sixteen arms faltered when the Lab doors opened and two cybernetic beauties strutted in, holograms giving the illusions of thin satin cloths dropping from exposed skin.
Clearly Nightmare Moon and Cyber Dragon found his 'personal' droid designs. "Adam, you've been working for hours now. Come watch a movie with us. Narwhal has the popcorn and Simmy picked the film."
Adam looked at the two beauties, synthetic skin shifting over replacement muscles, the inbuilt lipstick and makeup working with their perfect hair.
He glanced down at the partially assembled personal weapons he had been planning on completing today.
Right, priorities.
His robotic limbs faded into flame as he walked with large strides. "Well, we shouldn't leave the girls waiting, right?" Lab powered off, commands for automatic assembler systems listed, and... and whatever.
Sexy girlfriend and girls now, cleaning the lab later.
