New garments would be part of the arrangement Will would have to form. The old galaxy blasters had no resources and no base anymore and did not exist. The old ones had been frail and weak, Will would choose the new ones of the strongest of the strong he could find. Times were changing across the dimension and with what he had gleaned aboard their ship the Apex could be useful should he liberate it from the control of AI Delta somehow. But to do that he would need first of all a respectable garment and so he had hired a tailor to design for him an outfit and make it. Where he was happened to be a pocket dimensional apartment he had created. "So when will that tailor arrive? I need new clothes."
