From Titan Corporation to the Empire of Man

Chapter 601 "Want to learn more about the secrets of genes? Kids"

Hearing this, Leon used his mobile terminal to bring up the holographic data board, and gently swiped his finger to bring up the Empire's standard currency conversion table.

"We can pay a 30% deposit in advance, which is 150% of your standard clone soldier price." He showed a string of numbers -

The advance payment of 3000 million cR (credit coins) flashed with golden light in the projection. "After the acceptance is qualified, we will pay the remaining amount."

Terra's slender fingers brushed across the holographic projection, and the lines on her fingertips interacted subtly with the data stream.

Her pupils dilated noticeably when she saw the specific amount, and the translucent subcutaneous blood vessels in her neck glowed slightly, which was the physiological reaction of Kaminoans to express surprise.

This offer was much more generous than what the Galactic Empire had offered, and the price had been carefully calculated to be high enough to tempt the Kaminoans without appearing overly generous.

"Very reasonable terms." She nodded gracefully, with silver lines flowing along with her, "But."

She paused deliberately and adjusted to a more formal negotiation posture. "In order to achieve the performance indicators you require, we hope to obtain physiological samples from those special warriors (Spartans) responsible for the escort work."

Leon's expression remained unchanged, and even his breathing rate did not change at all.

Because this request was completely within his and Dr. Halsey's expectations.

In the holographic video communication before departure, Halsey said that after the Kaminoans saw Sparta with their own eyes, they would definitely request to take Sparta samples, and the voice of that genius scientist was still in my ears -

[Let them collect as many samples as they want. If those cloning experts can really crack the secrets of the Spartan Project from a few tubes of samples, I will personally give them the Imperial Science and Technology Progress Award.]
"It can be arranged." Leon answered promptly and took out two paper agreements that had been prepared long ago from his briefcase.

"But it's limited to basic samples - blood, epidermal tissue, hair."

He deliberately emphasized the word "basic" and said, "Other samples are not within the scope of this cooperation."

Terra's eyes suddenly lit up incredibly brightly, like bait for a deep-sea anglerfish.

His slender neck tilted forward fifteen degrees, "That's enough! Mr. Kennedy's understanding is touching."

There was a rare fluctuation in her voice. After signing the agreement with Leon, she immediately activated the communicator on her wrist, sent a team of technicians to the reception area, and ordered:

"Prepare a quantum-level biological analyzer immediately, and get the latest model series!"

Looking at Terra Coe's busy figure, Leon pondered to himself.

The reason why Spartans like John and Jerome can become super soldiers is not just because of biological transformation.

The various devilish trainings he experienced in the Halo universe, the extreme tests he endured wearing the Thor's Hammer armor, as well as the screening from all aspects, combined with the valuable experience gained on the battlefield, etc. -

These are not things that can be replicated in a laboratory.

If the Kaminoans can really find some valuable information from a few tubes of samples, it will be a good thing for the upgrade and iteration of the Spartan plan. The winner of this game of genetic trading is destined from the beginning.

At this time, Terra Coe was still giving detailed instructions to her team, and every gesture revealed the precision and enthusiasm unique to scientists.

And Leon knew that the sample would ultimately prove only one thing, that a true super soldier could never be born in the incubator.

After Terra Ko finished whispering and giving instructions to the technicians and confirmed that all sampling preparations were complete, he turned around, displaying the unique elegance of the Kaminoans.

"Mr. Leon, I have prepared Tipoca City's top ocean-view suite for you, according to the weather forecast."

As he spoke, the holographic weather map unfolded, and Terra Ko continued, "Tomorrow the storm will weaken to Category 3. By then, we can accompany you to visit our underwater agricultural dome and gene bank. I believe this will allow you to have a more comprehensive understanding of the Kamino civilization."

Hearing this, Leon's gaze passed through the observation window of the conference hall. The Kamino ocean in the rainstorm showed a different kind of beauty, and the occasional flashes of bioluminescence were like reflections of stars.

"It's my honor." He nodded slightly. "The Empire has always had a strong interest in marine construction technology."

At the same time, the atmosphere in the reception area was slightly "subtle".

A team of Kamino technicians stood quietly in front of the Spartans, holding sampling equipment.

The leading scientist said, "We need to collect some samples, which will help us better serve you."

Its voice has the unique mechanical texture of the Kaminoans.

Jerome turned to Myron and ordered, "1337, go to the lab with the technicians."

The tone left no room for doubt.

"I?"

Myron spread out his left hand and complained deliberately, "The last time I received a physical examination at Commander Sigismund's place, the technical sergeant almost removed my arm."

A smile flashed across Lucy's electronic eyes, but she quickly covered it up with a cough. David turned to face the marine life atlas on the wall, as if he had suddenly developed a strong interest in it.

"Execute immediately."

Jerome added that there was no room for negotiation.

Myron muttered as he followed the technicians, and after passing through three biometric doors, they arrived at a laboratory filled with cold blue light.

Various precision instruments were neatly arranged, and the sampling chair in the center looked like the medical equipment of the Imperial Biological Department.

"Please unlock your helmet."

The CTO's voice was gentle.

Myron sighed, put the smart Gauss machine gun aside, freed his hands, and with the hissing sound of the air pressure balancing, he took off his helmet, revealing his young face.

This made the people of Kamino stunned for a moment. They didn't expect to see such a young face under the helmet.

Next, the sampling process went exceptionally smoothly.

The scanner obtained epidermal cells from Myron's exposed skin surface, a needle-free syringe drew a small blood sample, and even a fallen eyelash was carefully collected.

The Kaminoans' movements were precise, and each step was like an artistic performance.

And when Lyon returned to the reception area, sampling was still in progress.

He walked towards his team members and lowered his voice: "A preliminary agreement has been reached. We will rest here for the next few days and observe and record the technical level of the Kaminoans."

Lucy nodded calmly, her electronic eyes already recording every movement in the lab with the help of Myron's helmet.

David also reported in a low voice: "Sir, their scanner is at least two generations more advanced than we expected."

At this time, several waiter robots using anti-gravity suspension slid into the reception area, their pearly white spherical surfaces glowing with soft blue light.

The electronic sounds they made had a gentle tone: "Dear guests, the Ocean View Suite is ready, please follow us."

"it is good."

Lyon had no objection to this arrangement.

In the laboratory, Myron continued to cooperate and perform various movements for the Kaminoan scanner to record muscle movement data.

After completing the inspection and adoption, and putting on the helmets again and leaving the laboratory, Jerome and others were already standing outside the door.

"Is it over?" Douglas' voice came through the encrypted channel.

Myron moved his shoulders slightly exaggeratedly and said jokingly, "Those guys almost took me apart and scanned me."

Then he praised: "But the snacks they provide are good, there is a kind of glowing seaweed biscuits."

"Okay, stop joking." Jerome took over the topic at the right time and walked towards the elevator at the end of the corridor. "Let's go. Agent Kennedy still needs our guard."

"Yes."

Then, a group of Spartans took the elevator to the top floor and then followed the navigation light spots left by the waiter robot.

The Kaminoans also prepared suites for the Spartans, located on both sides of the main passage on the top floor, but they did not seem to have any plans to move in.

Jerome gestured.

Douglas immediately occupied the entrance and exit of the elevator, Cole and Alice controlled the left and right corridors, and Myron guarded the main passage leading to the area where Leon and others were.

Their Thor's hammers went into silent mode, with only the occasional flash of data on the eyepieces showing a continuous alert scan.

Meanwhile, Leon was directed to the Panoramic Suite on the top floor of the building.

The moment the automatic door slid open, he raised his eyebrows slightly. The furnishings in the room were obviously carefully designed.

There are Coruscant-style curved sofas, silk bedding produced before the fall of Coruscant, and even the shower is modeled after the rain curtain style favored by the Coruscant nobles.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the storm on Kamino was subsiding, and the faint blue light emitted by deep-sea creatures illuminated the room like a dream.

The waiter robot quietly retreated after completing the guidance.

Leon put the briefcase aside, took out the agent's exclusive mobile terminal (mobile phone) from his formal pocket, and pressed the scan button on the screen.

Then, an invisible pulse wave swept across the room, and the screen displayed one after another -

[No monitoring device],

[No monitoring node],

[Security Level: Green] and other data.

After confirming that it was safe, he activated the quantum link with the Ruizhou, and the electronic voice of the shipboard AI sounded through the mobile terminal:

"Establishing quantum communication channel, encryption level: γ-9."

After waiting patiently for a moment, the holographic device of the mobile terminal released blue "light particles", and then, a three-dimensional image of Ada Wong gradually emerged in front of Leon.

The projection of this senior officer from the Investigation Department seemed to be more refined than the real person, with even the smallest hair visible.

Ida, with a playful look on her face as always, leaned lazily on the back of her chair and asked with a faint smile:
"How about it?"

Leon untied his tie and sat on the floating chair in front of the French window: “Not bad.”

He used the terminal to transmit a set of encrypted data, and then continued: "The people of Kamino are very protective of the privacy of their guests and are very frank."

At this moment, some giant deep-sea creature swam slowly under the building. Its streamlined silver body was covered with bioluminescent patterns, drawing a brilliant blue-green light band in the dim sea water.

Lyon's peripheral vision captured this fleeting beauty, but what attracted his attention more was the underwater facilities revealed under the halo.

A large number of cylindrical structures with a diameter of more than 100 meters stand in the deep sea, and the surface is covered with honeycomb-shaped culture chamber interfaces.

"Found anything interesting?"

Aida's holographic projection suddenly leaned forward, and the virtual image was so precise that Leon could see the trembling of her eyelashes.

A few strands of light blue hair passed through the boundary of quantum communication and dissipated into tiny particles of light beside his cheek.

“The scale of their undersea facilities far exceeds the display area.”

As Leon spoke, he raised the mobile terminal so that Ada could also see the seabed scene, as well as the air pressure valves and pipelines vaguely visible on the surface of the giant cylinders, and continued:

"Judging from the energy readings, these should be undisclosed secondary cloning cultivation centers."

"Ah."

Ada nodded slightly, and the light of data stream flashed in the projected pupils.

Then she elegantly crossed her legs and leaned back into her office chair, her uniform sheening like ripples of water as she moved.

"Just continue to collect intelligence as planned." Her tone suddenly turned serious. "The Word Bearers just sent an early warning, saying that Chaos forces are active in neighboring star regions."

The holographic projection switched to star map mode, and three flashing red dots marked the possible location of the Chaos fleet.

"Just in case, the Thousand Sons have dispatched several ships to Kamino for defense." Ada's fingertips slid across the star map, leaving a blue trail. "Remember to explain it in advance during the negotiations tomorrow to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings. The Empire does not want to lose these cloning experts, and the Empire has already regarded them and Kamino as its own assets."

"Understood." Leon also nodded in agreement.

Hearing this, Ada's projection stood up and said, "I have to go deal with other troubles first."

As she said this, she suddenly showed her signature dangerous smile, "Don't mess yourself up like a rookie, Leon."

After saying that, the communication came to an abrupt end, and the projection turned into countless light particles and dissipated in the air.

Leon looked at the empty front and said to himself helplessly: "Ah, woman."

Then he shook his head, stood up and walked over to the facility that looked like a refrigerator.

When he opened it, he saw more than ten bottles of drinks of different colors neatly arranged in the cold mist. He picked a bottle of "wine" with an amber luster.

Returning to the bar, Leon took a crystal glass from the suspended rack.

It seems that today's mission has come to an end, allowing this agent, who has been on edge all year round, to finally allow himself to relax for a short while.

At the same time, in the cloning research area three hundred meters below the seabed of Tipoca City, a Kamino researcher was alone in a closed laboratory.

The pale light projected his conical head onto the curved observation window, forming an eerie overlapping shadow with the glowing deep-sea creatures swimming outside the window.

The researcher was staring intently at the screen in front of him, seemingly analyzing sample data provided by clients.

Suddenly, as his finger hovered above the holographic display, a faint whisper came to his ear:

"Want to learn more about the secrets of genes? Kids"

The whispers are like the bubbles emitted by a deep-sea hydrothermal vent, gentle yet with a presence that cannot be ignored.

The researcher turned around suddenly, but his laboratory was still empty. Even the access control records showed that except for him, no one had entered or left the room all day.

But when he turned back to the screen, he saw a strange genetic sequence mixed into the data stream. The spiral codes were strangely reorganizing themselves, gradually forming a perfect structure that he had never seen before.
(End of this chapter)