Drake sat in the meeting scrolling through his watch as he took inventory.  He sighed ever second or so as his list for supplies grew. He didn’t like being this low and knew he needed to gather more soon. However, he was unsure how good the reception was here or for that matter: if they would allow him to teleport back to gather supplies. His attention soon turned to the conversation when The Emperor mentioned his world and the people in it. 

“So the greed for knowledge finally reached an all new low,” Drake said. He didn’t seem to surprise by the news that some of the people in his world were working for the darkness. However, he was curious as to who would be their lap dogs for this. He felt a pit in his stomach which he quickly pushed away and added, “Before we go any further. I’d like to ask to be excused for a few hours. I need to gather some supplies. Whether that means I’m teleported back into Black Falcon City or am able to use my watch to get in contact with Jinx is up to you.” the pit once again formed in his stomach.  The hell? Why am I getting the feeling something bad’s going to happen? Drake thought. He turned his attention to the rest of the group.

“If we’re going to face people from my world, the be prepared for futuristic tactics,” Drake said before he began to list off a few battle strategies his worlds army used, “Robots, people like me with infused powers in their DNA, portable Rail guns, and the like. There are those that have more technological weapons then me. The smaller the weapon, the worst the effects. Trust me when I say this: we don’t go big and flashy.”