+- Omni Archive (https://omni.zulenka.com)
+-- Forum: The Omniverse (https://omni.zulenka.com/forumdisplay.php?fid=4)
+--- Forum: The Nexus (https://omni.zulenka.com/forumdisplay.php?fid=9)
+--- Thread: Rising Chaos Part 1 (/showthread.php?tid=7612)
Rising Chaos Part 1 - James Knight - 06-26-2018
The approach he had taken could possibly be what he had did wrong. If acting as a dictator had been the wrong approach so as to convince Primes to join ranks with him, Warren was not sure what the right approach was. After walking back to the gate of the Nexus, Warren had walked through it once more. Greeted once more by the pure white ugliness of the Nexus that some might consider beauty, Warren didn't know what he was going to do with himself, at present. His home had been invaded, and he had been unable to do squat to deal with that problem. In addition he had been scammed out of his Omnilium, and that was another bit of irritation for him. Perhaps he should rebrand - no. He was not going to rebrand himself as a good guy. While it may have more perks, he was going to stick true to who he was on the inside. The Quarterback of Chaos was unsure how he was going to deal with the numerous problems that he had to handle. One of these was a lack of a place to call home.
This could be easily remedied. After all, Coruscant was a big place, and was bound to have some abandoned ship, or somewhere he could infiltrate to make his base. Having a home was the goal he had set in his mind, and he was going to have one. Yet he had been unable to find the person who looked like him that had some of the Storm Troopers want to blast him. His NFL-R was not repaired or functional to the level of usage that he wanted yet. In all actuality, he hadn't bothered to build a new one since Yandere had taken it from him originally. Sure this left him at a supreme disadvantage when it came to a fight, but he didn't ultimately care about that. Gear could be replaced. All he had to do was do his research on where he could build his eventual permanent home. Or at least, one he hoped would be permanent.