[@SgtEasy][@Tyki][@Absolis]
There was no need to check on Banha. Nova was well aware what the Batarian's answer was. And the Batarian in question would be well aware that there was no need to answer. They would form the basis, the first to ally with the New Imperium. From here he would extend his conquest, through friendship and force. He had been cast into the chaos of the multiverse, and yet he would take hold of this chaos. He would place himself above it, and he would control it. Battle it. He would forge a new multiverse, one where order rules supreme. He would recreate the multiverse in his image, and it would be glorious.

"Now, we consolidate. There are several in this world who could form valuable allies. There are several allies of mine who have left this world, and whom I wish to retrieve." Nova looked over at Stephen, and smiled. He knew that this man was a valuable asset. Just from the speed he had displayed he would form a powerful ally in battle, and he seemed unintimidated by Nova's power. Those of feeble reasoning were prone to false worship, and foolishness. It was good to find a warrior who knew when to skip the pleasantries. "You're a skilled warrior. I wish to rid this world, and every other, of the darkness that plagues humanity. I cannot read your mind, and as such I can only guess at your motives. But your actions show your concern at the lives of others." He nodded over at the Yakuza, who were recuperating in the distance. "Join me, and you may save many more."

He then continued to further matters. It wasn't in his way to wait for answers. As the perfect human, others tended to be unable to keep up with him, and as such he left them to work through matters at their own pace. It was around this thought that he realized the Golden Throne stood before him, fully completed. It wasn't a perfect replica, of course. There were some parts that even the God Emperor didn't fully understand, and the Kolons had taken some.... artistic licenses. Nova made a point of checking through the kolons' minds for any and all alterations they had made to the Throne's design. However, it seemed to have been completed, at full functionality. To be able to build it so quickly - hell, to build it at all! - was a truly astounding feat. The God Emperor smiled to himself. "I should hire you guys on full-time, if you can produce results like this."

A stranger spoke. Nova had sensed him approach, but had also realized he had no malicious intent. "Your cat creature transformed several beings against their will, erasing their personality and soul in the process. Perhaps you should alter your standards, Absolis." Nova looked over to the strange man. He noticed the stretched-out hand, but had no intention of taking it. "I have employed your creatures, that their intelligence might be turned towards a greater purpose. However, I recommend that you more carefully monitor it's activities in the future. Regardless, I am going to require your assistance. You will tell me everything you know about the Conablum Labs security, and it's offensive capabilities. I understand that killing denizens of your universe is not permanent, which will make taking offensive action far easier." He could of course take such knowledge directly from Absolis' mind. However, his will was strong, and his resistance would most likely shatter his sanity. Physical injuries could be healed, but the mind was much trickier.

Once more Nova walked away, not caring for Absolis' answer. He would speak to Nova, because Nova was his one real shot at destroying Conablum labs, and keeping Cyano in check. And because if he did not, the consequences might spell out doom for untold innocents. Currently it was important he focused on the act of acquiring allies, several of whom's presences he had already sensed. He would also need to retrieve the Terminal the Dark Outliners had taken from him, that he could retrieve his allies. To this goal he intended to use the Golden Throne, and to finish the work he had started over 10.000 years ago. The act that had started this all. Sitting down, he could feel his soul being amplified, absorbing and channeling power from the warp. The Golden Throne could not be moved from the point of it's construction, for it's mere presence weakened the reality around it. were it to be moved, it would tear open this world, and unleash the monsters from the realm beyond. But as a support platform, it functioned excellently.

Despite the Goa'uld's nature as parasitic creatures, they had a sense of self preservation, and could form useful allies in the coming conflict. While usually Nova would place himself above allying with such creatures, the current situation left him a beggar, not a chooser. As such, he contacted the Goa'uld deity directly through his telepathy. "Greetings, Ba'al of the Goa'uld. My name is Nova, Supreme Emperor of Mankind. You have no doubt received my earlier message, and yet you remain on this world. This indicates that you wish to enforce some claim to it. I would advise against it, as any offensive action on this world will result in your people's elimination. You have no doubt seen my supposed death, and know as such that I cannot be killed, and have every intention of controlling this world. Come to the location of my throne, but do so in peace. The fate of your species may defend on it... God." Nova's last statement dripped with sarcasm, which was made abundantly clear through the telepathic communication. Those who would call themselves Gods were fools, obsessed with what little power they held. The rational mind had no place for those who would place themselves above nature.

Meanwhile, he ensured the Kolons did not run amok. While it would have been cruel to control them, he did not wish to have his newly acquired allies turned into cats. As such, he instead provided them with a wealth of knowledge, much like he had done with Banha. No focus on anything in particular, as much of the Imperium's waste disposal as it's planetary defensive measures. The Kolons were creative creatures, delighting in creating scientific breakthroughs of all sorts. Provided with such knowledge, he had no doubt they would unleash a horde of equally strange and devastating machines, some of which might even be of use to him. But more importantly they had no intention of causing harm to others, and as such would most likely not cause any destruction while so occupied.