Luke Jaywalker walked once again into the large weapons studio. He had yet to lose a single fight.
"Impressive." Lawrence applauded. "You are one of three individuals amongst us to pass each of the melee weapons tests with a full score."
"You're also the only one to pass without using spiritual energy to supplement their attacks. Tell me. Who did you train under?"
Luke smiled wryly. How could he tell him the truth? Luke was not an old bandit! He was only ever forced into this body by a creepy fairy lady!
"My master was a wandering space-traveller. Penniless, I caught him stealing apples from the neighbor's yard. Instead of taking the natural recourse, I offered him some of my mother's soup."
"He stayed in town for the next three years and taught me. I never received his name, only his mantle. At the time, I was only nine years old."
"What was his mantle?"
"War Master of the Milky Way."
'Master of the Dao of Milk? What kind of Master is this?' With more conjecture building, Lawrence decided to give up. He could always push Luke for answers later.
With a sigh, he moved on. "You have now completed the melee weapons tests. Congratulations! You are now ready for the ranged weapons tests!"
Luke was apalled. He had already been here for three hours. Alongside the surveys, he had been working for 10 hours. The benefits were amazing, but he was told only six hours a day on entry?
Taking a look at Luke's nondescript face, he added, "You've done enough for today. We can start tomorrow. I'll meet you in the community hall, same time as today."
"By the way, they'll probably continue to attack you until they can manage to beat you into the ground. We've all been through it before. I'd recommend you take it as soon as possible- the treatment facilities here will have you back in no time."
"Thanks for the warning- and the advice. See you then, General."
"Just as well, General." The normally stone-faced man sent a sudden deep grin. He had attained the chance to rank up thanks to the little man before him.
"If you can make it ten days without getting beat, I'll give you a personal token of my appreciation." He waved as he walked off before teleporting.
Smiling, Luke laid his plans. First, he teleported to his new, empty research room. After a short holoconversation with Kitah, he ordered the necessary equipment from the military.
Since most of the equipment was already on base, he received it promptly. Teleporting it all into a corner of the large, warehouse-sized room, it stood there silently.
He then quickly turned Battalion off, as well as the room's monitoring devices, and began to use his new equipment to effectively clone himself.
Elsewhere, a computer guru sat mystified. 'Just what is he up to now?'
Using the new equipment, Luke brainwashed the new clone with several beliefs.
Belief #1: Always obey the master.
Belief #2: Always protect the master.
Belief #3: When given the chance, always let out each and every insult against the EX-Class Mech Pilots other than the Master.
Luke made sure to add some extra features. He added a titanium-based skeletal structure, as well as some revitalization nanobiobots for quick revitalization. In addition, he protected the tongue against bites and made it a little bit longer.
He also strengthened the vocal cords. After a previous yelling range of 200 meters, the clone was now able to hold a much higher range of approximately 3 kilometers.
With a few finishing touches, he regressed the aging clone to mirror his own body and tensions exactly in terms of posture and reactions. After scanning Luke, the equipment quickly picked up the nessecary skills.
He had watched them yesterday. As part of their rules, they were unable to use weapons or spiritual energy. A few of them had trained their bodies, but those who had were wearing limiters.
All Luke needed to do was use enough clones and distraction tactics to pass a few days. By then, he would have progressed far enough along that he could use his next tactic.
Until then, he would work with his cloning techniques. The machine could only make one of him by morning. He scheduled it to make one clone and start the other afterward.
It would be ready for him shortly before the morning meeting.
With a smile, he set the glass to tinted and set a password before returning home. Without an external port, the device was impossible to hack.
His work completed, he teleported into his living room.