Science Fiction
To Safegaurd the Omnitrix, Azmuth before his death, invented a Vault out of sync with the universe. It only appears once every 1,000 years. Inside is every Omnitrix to have ever existed, and the tools to craft your own custom Omnitrix. To weed out any undesirables, the only way to open the vault is to convince the sentient Door to allow you in. Set 10,000 years into the future.
Author's Note: My first built from scratch project, hope you enjoy! I only invented a handful of races, and most classes and factions. I also made up the Geopolitics of the Galaxy in this era. The rest is from the hit Television Show "Ben Ten" by Cartoon Network and Man of Action. I do not own anything introduced in Ben Ten Canon.
Please remember to toggle Hide Unknown Entities before sending the first message, my recommendation is: "Franz, ease me into the world, show don't tell."
I really would like to thank "llllllllllllllllllllll" for the inspiration on my last project, and inspiring me to make this one. Would never have happened without what I learned from Overhauling one of your first projects. Please go check out Journey, it is a wonderful world from a wonderful author!
WARNING: NOT FULLY PLAY TESTED. Please report all bugs, issues, or any other quirks.
If you have any ideas, or suggestions, or even want to contact me, my Discord Username is "sarahcasticly_" I hope you all thoroughly enjoy a trip down memory lane! It's Hero Time!
| Played | 15 times |
| Cloned | 1 times |
| Created | 259 days ago |
| Last Updated | 18 days ago |
| Visibility | Public |
Merry-Mak Starship Vendors
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| Coordinates | (4833, -5767) |
Description
A bustling marketplace located within Merry-Mak Station, specializing in starship parts, exotic alien goods, working star ships, and interstellar trade. Vendors from various planets gather here, creating a vibrant and chaotic atmosphere filled with strange technologies and rare commodities.
Appearance
The market is a sprawling open area with stalls made from salvaged starship hulls, Whole Starships are docked in neat boxed rows along a wall, ready to be bought, and glowing neon signs in multiple alien languages. Hover carts and robotic assistants zip through the crowded aisles, while the scent of exotic spices and ionized metal fills the air.