Julius's office aboard the Star Walker was a sanctuary of luxury and power. Through the large viewport, stars streamed past like a shower of diamonds. Seated in his chair made from the leather of a species extinct for a thousand years, Julius let out a sigh of satisfaction. After decades of war, strategy, and consolidation, it was time to take stock of his true wealth.
"Hey System, how are you today? It's been a while," he called out in an almost jovial tone.
A bluish holographic interface materialized before him, and a neutral, androgynous voice replied: "How should I respond to that?"
Julius burst out laughing. "Ha! You're no fun. Fine, we'll manage. How many unit points do I have? With everything going on in this universe, it's hard to find time to count your money. Well, give me a rundown."
The System didn't need to be asked twice. Columns of incandescent numbers began scrolling at a dizzying speed before Julius's eyes.
"Compiling energy units. Initial amount..." The numbers spiraled, forming a figure so long it defied comprehension. [321,456,129,887,455,002] and passive accumulation ongoing."
Julius began to drool. Literally. A small drop of saliva trickled down his chin as he stared, mesmerized, at the number that kept climbing in his thoughts. He knew he was rich, but this... this was the wealth of a god. The wealth to forge empires and shatter galaxies.
"Calm down, old man," he muttered to himself, wiping his chin. "Breathe. Now, spend wisely."
He focused, his mind clear despite the excitement.
"System, first purchase: the blueprints for the fastest Jaeger from Pacific Rim. I want the Striker Eureka, the Mark-5."
"Acquisition of complete technical schematics for Jaeger Mark-5 'Striker Eureka' confirmed. Points deducted."
Holographic schematics of staggering complexity appeared, detailing the combat giant designed for high-speed melee.
"Next, I want a fleet. Purchase twenty Terran Battlecruisers from StarCraft, complete with their trained crews and operational Fusion Cores."
"Acquisition of 20 'Minotaur'-class Battlecruisers (Terran model) with expert crews confirmed. Points deducted. Delivery in orbit of the Star Walker imminent."
Julius could already imagine the new striking power of his fleet. Then, a thought occurred to him to optimize his command structure.
"Now, for my admirals. Purchase the creation blueprints for the android Data from Star Trek. Each main fleet admiral will receive one, customized with different designs and specializations to assist them."
"Blueprints for Soong-type android and customization procedures acquired. Points deducted."
He moved on to elite infantry. "Next, the creation blueprints for the Spartans from Halo. Include all details of Project Spartan-II by Dr. Catherine Halsey. And include the formulas to neutralize all side effects of the enhancements. I want perfect soldiers, not cripples."
"Acquisition of Dr. Catherine Halsey's complete archives on Project Spartan-II, including biological augmentation protocols and corrective measures for side effects, confirmed. Points deducted."
Finally, Julius stood up. He could feel the power radiating from his Astartes body, his Alpha-level Psyker mind. But he wanted to reach another level. The pinnacle of human warrior perfection.
"And for my final purchase, System," he said, his eyes shining with boundless ambition. "Give me the strength of a Custodian. Perfect. Absolute."
There was no explosion, no flash of light. Only an immediate and profound sensation, as if every molecule of his being was suddenly reforged in the furnace of a god-smith. His muscles densified, his bones strengthened beyond adamantium, his reflexes became so fast they defied perception. The power of a Custodian, the deadliest and most loyal warriors of the Emperor, now flowed within him, merging with his own superhuman nature.
Julius clenched his fist, and the air tore with a sharp crack.
He smiled. Being rich wasn't just about points. It was the ability to buy your own destiny. And Julius Braveheart's destiny had just become exponentially more powerful.