The Gama Spaceship...1 minute before the Red Plasma Strike...
In front of a massive glass window that was peeking into the Grand Canyon, Mr. Gama was standing there, doing nothing but staring at the desert in absent-mindedness.
Ring Ring!
Alas, the tranquil atmosphere was broken by a phone call to which Mr. Gama accepted it right away.
"Haha, I have heard the news scarface." A mocking laugh emerged from Mr. Gama's bracelet.
"Huh, word sure travel fast." Mr. Gama replied calmly, not feeling offended by getting mocked.
"Everyone else already knows that you have faced a wall in that blue planet and are planning to switch." That man asked, "How about you ally with my Organization? We Gravefoots welcome the Gamas to the new planet that we are targeting now. It has 12 billion population and their average bloodline strength is currently at lesser purity."
