The next few days passed at a snail's pace. Jace had forged a single container with the Gators and used his tattoo tech to keep it in a separate space. The contents of the box went with it. But unlike what he said, he only provided the Gators with a primitive version of the chemi-metal.
It was a starting point. But far beyond anything that they could make without his help. He was sure it would catch both the Mortella and Daemon's attention though. Which would allow his own galaxy some extra time since they would be distracted. Especially with a galaxy they do not even consider worthy enough to provide their name with.
He was not the only one waiting these last few days. Nor the only one quietly making moves in the shadows. While he looked for his people and tracked the rebellion's movements. He knew he was being watched as well.
