The com channel shut down and LeeRoy nearly collapsed, clutching his chest. He was certain that somewhere along the line he had a heart attack. This kind of adventure was going to drive him mad. At least the alien party had made an accord, they had opened up their main docking bay and LeeRoy set the ship to auto-pilot. This gave him about three minutes to prepare himself, no, LeeRoy was not going to fight them. A galactic empire tends to have better resources than a guy buying his materials for his armor from questionable sources. 

'You got lucky.'

"You're damned right I did."

After catching his breath he sprinted to get his landing suit on, pulling every part of the armor over his body as quickly as possible. LeeRoy had the inkling that the atmosphere was the same, but he also had an inkling that they were a lot stronger than he was. So the suit would at least give him a bit of leverage in that direction. Though, again, if there was someone in this entire empire with a half a mind like his. Then they'd have powered suits as well, for intimidation and combat advantage of course. LeeRoy's suit donned and powered up he was ready to go. If he were on a peaceful mission.

'This plan will backfire.'

"That's a very likely outcome, but if I can get to a place where I can cause enough damage, then I'll be content. I probably won't make it out of the ship in time. That's why I'm leaving my ship on autopilot. I've set it to blast off if my suit's energy signature goes dark, let's hope the walls aren't too thick here. Because that might set the sensors wrong."

'God you're crazy.'

"Am I? Look, these guys mentioned 'Dreamers' okay? In legends about 'Dreamers' if they're woken up, the universe ends. That's it, end of story. Then they go back to sleep and start a new one. Now, one of two things will happen to me if the universe ends. I'll either stop existing. Or I'll be forced to live through the destruction and creation of a new universe. NEITHER WOULD BE PLEASANT!"

'Alright! Calm down! I see your point!'

The scientist composed himself, the pressure was equalizing in the ship and gravity was being restored. He only had a minute left. The forearms of the suit slid upwards and two rectangular compartments showed themselves, LeeRoy tucked a pound of C4 into both sides. Then sealing them off so they couldn't be opened from the other side without some effort. He tapped a button on the chest and it slid outward, LeeRoy placed all 20 of his custom explosive plates into this compartment and did the same thing. 

'So what? You're gonna just blow yourself up?'

"Hopefully it won't come to that, but just in case I do have to resort to that I'll just make a wish."

'You hate those.'

"I know." The visor on his helmet darkened to the gold color often seen on astronaut helmets, this was to protect from Ultraviolet light in most cases. But LeeRoy needed it on to keep his cool. If they couldn't see his face, then they couldn't see how nervous he was. Which, let me tell you something, even immortals get nervous when torture could be just around the corner. LeeRoy walked up to the console and pulled out the most recent 200 years worth of data, knowing full well it would prove completely useless to them. He hadn't been back in his galaxy for the duration of this data card, so there was no risk of Earth being in the sights of the imperial gun. He hoped. As his ship came into dock he stepped up to the depressurization gateway that equalized the atmospheres in both ships. His suit registered a slight flux of gravity based solely on the size of the planet so it adjusted to compensate. 

'Why do you care about this version of Earth? It's not YOUR Earth, it's another Earth.'

"Because millions of lives are still millions of lives, Voidman. I won't be held responsible for their deaths because I was careless."

'You're not as evil as I think you are.'

"I fear death, Voidman. I wouldn't wish it upon anyone who wasn't my enemy. Why do you think I wished for eternal life?"

'Fear.'

"Bingo."

The door opened and it was precisely as LeeRoy had theorized, power armored super soldiers. Sometimes he wanted his own soldiers to be immortal, so he could bring them along with him. The man stepped down from his ship and into the domain of what he can only assume is the lair of a cosmic evil villain. Not the first time, probably not the last. "Aha, I like your armor. Give my compliments to the workers who slaved over it, they're sure to love the praise about their work. And you, ma'am, I'm assuming that you are the one who I spoke to on the com? The scientist Salandra, correct?"