Arriving at the industrial star cluster, Nash met up with Aykroyd, the leading scientist in charge of the Mother Core Ships.
"Supreme Leader. What do you need this time?"
Having automated the neon battleship production process, Aykroyd had finally freed his hands.
At the current moment, he was eager to continue some personal experiments.
However, seeing Nash arrive, he had a faint premonition that he would be dragged into another whirlpool of work.
"I want you to calibrate these 10 tier 7 mother core ships. I need them ready in a few days." Nash said, taking out the mother core ships from his storage ring.
The ships were smaller and sleeker than what they currently had. However, in terms of efficiency and quality, they were superior in every way.
"Where did you get these mother core ships?" Before Aykroyd could even voice a complaint, his eyes were already glued to them.
