The Searing Sword

[Jack Darby]

Energy weapons were weapons that anyone with the right training could wield.  Given that his blasters were inoperable,  and Warren had only his martial arts skills to fall back on presently,  he didn't want to remain helpless for long.  After three visits to the major library on the planet,  Warren had discovered the existence of an "Energy Blade"  that was called a lightsaber.  Such a weapon seemed impractical at first, but given that it was very difficult to block according to what he had read,   Warren paced back and forth through the empty warehouse he called a Temporary Home because he had nowhere else presently.  Soon he was going to seek out the supplies he needed in order to build one of those blades and arm himself properly so that he could survive in this new world.  Without functional weapons,  one wouldn't last long and that was an issue he planned to resolve at his first possible opportunity.   As the Quarterback of Chaos it was his duty to not be defeated by order such as that the Guardians imposed on his world on a regular basis.  Since he couldn't go back to his own world,  he'd have to expand his power here.  Logically the choice to arm himself was a wise idea in any case. 

Yet his blade wouldn't be your run of a mill lightsaber. No.  It had to fit him to a tee.  The perfect blade would be one that could be changed and could flow like chaos. A straight blade wasn't the right one for him in that case. What he needed was a curved blade... perhaps one similar to a katana.  Coming up with a design for the blade was going to be the easiest part.  Yet building the blade was going to be the hard part as there had been little information in the libraries.   Creating such a marvelous weapon was going to take every bit of skill Warren possessed and even some talents he presently didn't have access to.  Still,  having a blade was worth it.   A blade would mean he could carve his enemies to pieces and make them suffer.  The sword also had another advantage.   To put it bluntly,  the blade was weightless and that meant it could be used in a variety of ways other swords couldn't.   Still right now he only had theories about the blade and what it would look like actually.   Soon he was going to start gathering the materials he needed to make a blade.

[Jack Darby]

The blade he was going to create was going to not be traditional like a light-saber was.  For Warren had no knowledge of the power called 'The Force'  and had no desire really to learn said power.  This meant the blade was going to have to be modified and made differently than the ones wielded by the 'Jedi' or the 'Sith' the two factions that used such weaponry.  Of course he'd never met a representative of either organization and so that should be easy enough to keep his sword looking separate from theirs.  While it was true in the past he possessed the power of "Telekinesis"  the power had only been granted by the Anticorians when they had forced him into servitude by means of the Anticorian Cuff that they had put on his arm.  The cuff had not been pleasant for him to wear and had been quite painful.  The brainwashing of the device had eventually been overcome by it and he'd been able to manipulate the Guardians and put down Sudden Death. But now he had a lot of work that he needed to have done if he was to survive on this world.  Enough thoughts had been given to the past,  what he needed to do was think about the future of his plans. Groaning,  Warren realized what he would need to do now. 

His swordsmanship skills would likely need to improve so he could develop techniques with the sword.  In addition,  he'd also have to work on perhaps gaining another weapon,  his wrist-blasters back. Yes having them back was a definite must because he wanted a mix of both ranged and melee combat within his arsenal.   For now,   he'd focus on the lightsaber design and acquiring the materials he needed to build said blade for himself since he had no minions,  an oversight he'd later correct.  Sighing,   Warren went out to gather the materials.  About four hours later Warren had collected all the materials he needed in order to build the blade and create it.  But once he had it made he needed to do more than simply craft the sword.  It needed to be more than a regular lightsaber. What it needed to do was fit him perfectly and be a perfect addition to his arsenal. 

"Well  time to go to work..." said Warren.  Warren checked to make sure the helmet of his suit was in working order and immediately started work on crafting the hilt that he would need. Most likely this would take several attempts which made it a very good thing he'd gathered enough materials for 5 attempts to make the blade.  Usually his first attempt to make a new weapon would fail so he had enough for a few attempts as he planned on getting this right.  The blade had to be made properly and he couldn't allow it to have any malfunctions whatsoever as he needed it in his plans to survive.    When his first attempt to create the blade resulted in an explosion,  a conclusion was reached by Warren.  He REALLY needed a proper lab if he was going to do any building of anything. What he needed was a place he could call home and make his own.  Using an abandoned warehouse was good and all but for the long term having somewhere would be a good idea.   "Damn it.  Why did my first attempt to create one of those have to explode? I'll have to do something about the problem and build the next one properly.  After all,  I need an energy blade I can use." 

[Red-Hood]

NPC post

The explosion from Warren's experimentation had been louder than he had realized. So loud that a group of stormtroopers patrolling in the nearby area had heard it and rushed into the abandoned warehouse to investigate. They immediately spotted Warren hovered over a table with scorch marks. Assuming he was making some sort of bomb the group of eight troopers fanned out I'm a semi circle around Warren.

"Sir back away from the table with your hands in the air" said the leader of the stormtroopers. The eight troopers leveled their blasters, ready to fire if need be.

[Jack Darby]

There were eight soldiers in the area and all of them were armed.  Given that he had no working weapons,   something he cursed Omni about on a regular basis,   Warren knew that he had no choice but to cooperate.  Slowly stepping away from the table,  Warren was annoyed.  For this reminded him of a situation on his world where he had surrendered himself to the Guardians and had been confined.  Given that he had no intention of allowing himself to be confined,   Warren needed a plan of action.  Surrendering to the clones would be for the best as he didn't have the power to battle at least not until he got the blade completed which was actually going to take some time.  Constructing a light-saber was more difficult than he had initially considered and that was a problem that he needed to deal with in the long run.   

"You know,  I wasn't working on a bomb.  I was working on a light-saber of my own but with some modifications.  It won't be like a Traditional Lightsaber but when I'm finished it will fit me to a tee. The sword is a way that I can recover some of the power I once held before I was brought here against my will.  It seems I have a lot I need to do.  At least my suit is completely operational and allows me to fight properly." 

When the soldiers looked at Warren they could see he was in a purple, black and gray suit of armor. 

[Red-Hood]

"You crazy zealot... Get on your knees, place your hands behind your head." The trooper watched as Warren  complied with the orders.

"Keep your weapon pointed at him." The commander of the troopers muttered to his men. The commander walked over to the table examining the the parts of the 'lightsaber' the crazy purple suited man claimed he was building. The commander was sure of one thing   whatever this guy was making it wasn't a bomb. More of a fire cracker than anything else. He relaxed a little.

"What is this shit?" He said,laughing as he picked up the hilt of Warren's future weapon. The commander threw it across the room, watching it break in half as he did so. He chuckled again.

"You shouldn't have done that" Warren said, hiding his rage behind is calm voice.

"Oh yea? And why is that?" The commander said moving to face him.

[Jack Darby]

"Because you've pissed me off."    As the commander came close Warren would wrap his hands around the commander's neck and say to the Clone Troopers. "Since you've ruined the lightsaber I was working on you are going to go and gather the materials I need to build it all over again. You've ruined my schematics as well,  so I'll have to draw them up all over again.  Should you call for backup I will murder your commander.   Should you even attempt to cause me more of a headache I'll murder all of you.  Given I don't have the resources to build another saber now,  you're gonna hunt down the materials and save me the headache." 

Warren groaned as he looked at the Clone Troopers. They were clearly imbeciles.    "You'll also toss down your weapons systems." 

[Red-Hood]

The commander gulped for air as he struggled against Warren's tight grasp.

"Do what he says" he yelled at the men. He was a month out for retirement and was looking forward to enjoying the rest of his life, head still in tact.
 
The other troopers threw down their weapons and other standard issue equipment the Empire supplied them with. 

"And your communication devices" Warren said ,tightening his grip slightly so the commander choked.

Cursing they pulled their helmets  off and ripped the ear piece out.

"There now what do you want us to get" one of the troopers said.

[Jack Darby]

Warren pointed over at a Tablet that was on a different table. "This tablet possesses the list of materials that I used in an attempt to build the lightsaber originally.  You will take it to someone who knows how to build a real light-saber and get the list of materials edited so it doesn't explode.  Immediately following that you will come back with the materials and someone who can build them.  Furthermore,  you will also be providing me a vehicle I can use. I'm thinking something heavily armed.  Maybe one of your walkers would suffice.  Your commander will remain my hostage until I am safely off of this world and have the saber completed.  Hell if you hadn't messed up my research and efforts I wouldn't need your commander as a hostage. " 

Warren then looked over at the soldiers very seriously.     "You will not even attempt contact with the Emperor while you are out. You will in no way,  shape or form relay that I have taken a hostage.  Furthermore you will bring a Semi Truck back here with the supplies loaded in it,  a full tank of gasoline and also enough rations to last about a month,  non-perishables. Your commander will be my guest until I am off this world." 

[Storyteller]

Damn....hotheaded Primes...think they can get away with anything nowadays... Continuing his show of futilely trying to keep himself from being choked out, the Stormtrooper commander of the small eight-man unit subtly put his plan into motion while Warren was distracted tossing out orders like he owned the city. He had one advantage that the newly arrived arrogance-bearing man seemed to have forgotten about. He might have gotten his men to toss away their comm units, but he still had his. It only took a thought, and the external speakers on his helmet were disabled, and the vacuum seals on his armor activated. He was shut in a bone-white, self-contained, plasteel atmosphere of his very own.

And it was soundproof.

"This is Sergeant Roche, EPD patrol unit 417...we have a situation..." he wheezed past the deathgrip Warren had on his throat. "Investigated explosive going off...Prime was working on weapons. It's turned to hostilities...hostage taken, squad disarmed. External audio receptors are online; you should have a feed of the demands this crazy fool is making. Requesting backup."

"We read you, Sergeant. Keep your audio receptor and comm unit online, play along with whatever this hotshot wants. We've got a unit on the way. You'll be glad to know that specialist Scope is leading the charge."

"Scope?! Crazy bastard...never thought I'd be glad to hear he was on his way..." He coughed, redoubling his efforts to pry Warren's grip away from his throat as he unsealed his suit, re-opening the internal speaker so his voice was audible again. "D-Do it...go get this damn knucklehead his supplies...this is a code red, boys..." He sucked in a long, slow breath. "...comply with the deranged Prime. Just like basic taught you."

"....understood, sir." Each and every one of them sporting an expression like they'd been forcefed something incredibly unpleasant, the group of stormtroopers filed out, one of them collecting the tabled Warren pointed out as he did so. "Gonna be tough to get all this shit together without going through proper channels..." He looked back over his shoulder as he left the warehouse. "Hope you got the patience of a saint, 'cause you're makin' this harder than it has to be. Don't go anywhere now, ya bastard." And he was gone.

"You realize..." Roche wheezed. "...you're not going to get away with this, even if you do manage to get out of Coruscant?"

[Jack Darby]

There would probably be backup on the way,  judging from the way the individual had said "Code Red"  and Warren didn't plan on sticking around. But at the same time he needed the supplies and having the clones fetch them would save him hours of tedious labor,  not to mention most people would likely give the clones the supplies for free.  Free was good because it would save him the trouble of hunting down the supplies and rebuilding the various devices that he would need in order to create the Chaotic Energy Katana he had been working on.  Irritated,  Warren turned to the Commander and said to him. "You have only yourselves to blame for this situation.  Had you not ruined my first attempt,   I would be well on the way to having it done by now and be headed to the other Gate.  The only reason I needed the sword was my damn technology isn't functioning properly, and I'd rather not have to punch and kick every problem that comes my way.  You likely called for backup."   

Warren scowled as he looked at the clone trooper.    

 "But no worries I have ways of making sure your backup leaves me alone.  For after all they wouldn't want to endanger your life by attacking me.  Due to this,  I've kept you as my single hostage.  The others are just rank and file troopers.  Honestly if you hadn't investigated and WRECKED my project,  you would have been left alone.  But since you did,  I had to take steps in order to correct your attack on my attempt to get the tools I need in order to survive. " 

There were reinforcements for the Clone Trooper on the way and Warren had no functioning weapons systems that he could use to pummel the creeps. But perhaps he wouldn't need them. If the Clone Commander was high ranking,  using him as a hostage should guarantee his safe passage off of Coruscant which meant he'd have the equipment he needed and wouldn't have to build it himself.  Of course later he would study the equipment and build his own version because personal reasons of not trusting very many people.  Groaning in irritation Warren looked over at the clone commander and loosened his grip slightly on the clone's throat.    Warren was not in a good mood now because the situation had escalated and become drastic. Now that the clone commander had backup on the way,   Warren realized he didn't have the resources for a prolonged battle as none of the weapons of his suit were operational.  This was something he was silently cursing Omni for as without the weapons of his suit he was going to be defenseless in the shit-storm that was about to unfold.   An idea struck Warren.   But chances are it wouldn't work as there were no voice changers possessed by him which was yet another reason he was silently cursing Omni. 

Surrender was a possibility and they couldn't remove his suit as his NFL-R was non-functional presently.  There was a problem he was going to address when he had the resources to repair the NFL-R.  Getting it operational would enable him to put on the suit and remove it at his own personal leisure which would benefit him more than being stuck continually in it.   When he met this Omni Individual and had the power to actually battle and crush the face of the nutcase Warren was going to do exactly that.   His situation was one where he couldn't possibly win because the clones would likely bring more than eight and he didn't have the resources to last out during a siege.  Sighing,  Warren realized the logical choice of action. What he'd do now is surrender and then bide his time... build up his power and escape.  the 

"Given you have backup on the way who will likely be able to overpower me and I would rather not die...."  said Warren choosing his words carefully as he let go of the Clone Commander's Throat completely.    ".... I surrender." 

[Storyteller]

Roche let out a hacking cough as the madman released his airway, tunnel vision fading as normal perfusion returned to his brain. “Good idea,” the commander rasped, doing his best to get the words out before continuing his coughing fit. “Trying anything against the Empire is pure stupidity.”

The armored fool remained silent, the pair of glowing violet optics behind his mask narrowing in apparent annoyance. 

“I couldn’t care less about your little experiment,” Roche continued, stalling for time. “Doesn’t give you the right to make my boys and me your personal hand-servants. You Primes are all the same: entitled elitist scum.”

The stormtrooper commander drew the E-11 blaster from his hip, training the barrel of the firearm on his former captor. Primes themselves were known for being stereotypically impulsive and aggressive, and this coupled with what Roche had just gone through meant he was taking no further chances. With eyes and blaster aimed at the armored man, he reached toward his belt and produced a pair of stuncuffs. 

“I don’t know what you think you know or what idiotic plans you’ve got in your crooked head, but it’s best you just submit. Better to be captured than dead.”

- - -

”Specialist Scope, have you reached the coordinates?”

The speeder bike slowed to a stop, the engine extinguishing with a dull whine. Its armored rider dismounted effortlessly, leaving it to to float gently in the alleyway between a pair of ruined buildings. Some 100 yards away, the trooper spied his target: the abandoned warehouse that surely housed his prey. Ignoring the inquiry from his comm unit, the marksman drew his rifle and made his way into one of the nearby ruined structures.

Time to go to work…

[Jack Darby]

Surrender was the only option.  Sure he'd be locked up for a time,  but he could always break himself free.  Later he did intend on breaking himself out and ensuring his own survival by getting the weapon he needed.  Allowing himself to be cuffed,  Warren started to think on it.  Building an actual light-saber was going to be a hard problem.   Yet it wasn't that hard to come up with a suitable solution.  One did not need a PHD to discover a potential alternative to the issue of not having a sword that was properly made.  Said solution was a rather simple one actually.  Build a sword that wasn't a lightsaber but still possessed the same capabilities.  Perhaps if one were made out of a specially treated glass it would allow Warren to wield it properly and at the same time be useful enough for him that he wouldn't have to rely on it overly much.  Still he had a lot of work that he needed to accomplish including eventually plotting his escape from whatever prison they would put him in.  These clone troopers would die later when he had the time to exact revenge on them for interfering with his plans that he had spent since his arrival making. 

Blast that Omni. His accursed smile made Warren sick to his stomach because the individual had sabotaged his technology.  Even now he could barely get some of the features of the suit working.  Still,  he had to hand it to Omni.  It was a good way to keep individuals contained by stripping them of powers possessed by them as well as technology and making them defenseless. Yet he wouldn't remain helpless for long.  Eyes glowing with purple energy Warren said to him.   "Don't worry. I'll submit... for now."   Indeed he would submit for now as he didn't know how to use the OM to summon something he could use in a combat situation... yet.  Later he'd have to learn how to use the OM to summon the sword that he'd need in order to be at least semi-armed so that he could survive in this strange new world.   Warren was not the kind of individual who would fight when a situation was hopeless,  because he didn't have a death wish. 

The clone commander likely had reinforcements on the way,  and Warren lacked a weapon.  So for now he'd cooperate with the clone because he had no other option that could ensure his actual survival.  Later on when he had more experience he planned on coming back to this world and destroying every last one of the Clone Troopers who had sabotaged his equipment. Of course they wouldn't know that, presently.  "Can we hurry this up?" asked Warren.

[Storyteller]

The sergeant chuckled as he fastened the stuncuffs, pinning the now-prisoner’s hands behind his back. The interloper had yet to stop making demands, even when at the trooper’s mercy. “I’ve no intention to hurry on your account,” he muttered, shaking his head. He stood behind the armored man, blaster leveled at the small of his ‘back’ -or at least where Roche approximated it to be. “Go. I assume you know the way back.”

- - -

Scope let out a dissatisfied grunt as two figures emerged from the warehouse. One of them was unmistakably a fellow trooper, likely the Sergeant that dispatch had mentioned. The other figure, evidently the sniper’s mark, was bound and leading the procession back toward the upper tiers. He sighed, lowering his slugthrower as the men continued down the road. He replaced the firearm in the harness on his back, keeping his eyes trained on the mark. Though it was looking like he wouldn’t be spending any ammunition today, he had orders to follow. Without a second thought, the specialist turned and dashed down the stairs, mounting his speeder and taking off toward the escort. He resolved to tail the duo, taking care not alerting them to his presence.

- - -

”Sergeant, has Specialist Scope made contact?”

Roche once more sealed his helmet, deactivating the speakers. “No, no need. The subject surrendered. En route to the upper tiers as we speak.”

”Very good,” the tinny timbre of his communicator echoed within the plasteel helm. ”Over and out.”

“Sir, glad to see you’re alright.”

Roche turned his attention for a moment, catching sight of his men emerging from a dilapidated building. Having been forced to part with their weaponry, they had taken up what few bits and bobs they could find; from crowbars to broken table legs, the clone troopers were prepared for a scuffle. They quickly closed the distance, filing into position behind their commander. “Aye,” the Sergeant said, reactivating his helmet’s speakers. “The subject surrendered. We’ll be taking him back with us. Disperse evenly around the two of us, we can’t be sure what this Prime is capable of.” 

The septet of troopers nodded, fanning out and encircling the duo. Makeshift weaponry in hand, they kept their eyes trained on the prisoner. After watching their commander be taken hostage once already, they were intent on keeping such an event from recurring. Maintaining a tight formation, they followed their commander and his quarry toward the upper tiers.

[Jack Darby]

The Storm Troopers were resourceful,   Warren had to give them that.  Even though he'd stripped them of their weapons they'd still found a way to pose an actual threat to him despite being weapon-less and lacking the armor.  But if what Omni said was correct,  all Warren would have to do is shape the substance Omnilium into a weapon of his own that he could use.  Yet what weapon would suit someone as chaotic as him? Originally he'd imagined some sort of energy blade so probably something along those lines would best serve his purposes.  Scowling Warren realized something. Engaging in well any activity had been rather pointless because there were more clone troopers.  Everything he did would probably be under close scrutiny and he wouldn't even have the time he needed to learn how to use the Omnilium or the power of it anyway.  

This was so frustrating because he needed his old powers back but didn't actually have them presently.  The white smiling individual deserved a broken jaw for what he had done stripping Warren of all his power for the most part and stranding him somewhere he didn't want to be.   Silently he walked with them towards the Upper Tiers hoping someone would rescue him from the clone troopers.  Should that not be possible there were other solutions that he could use in order to ensure his actual survival and make sure he'd have what he needed down the line.  Later he would need to invest in some minions of his own that he could use. If only he had the DNA of Ashley Reynolds. She'd make a good hench person as would the other Guardians.  Each of the Guardians had after all beaten him multiple times in the past meaning that their power outstripped his own.  Of course they were the heroes and he was the villain so their power probably outstripped his own for that very reason.  Sighing in irritation Warren continued trekking along with the individuals.  Little did the clones know Warren was plotting a demise for each one of them.  The commander would be saved for last and would be made to watch the clones underneath him die a horrible demise before Warren granted him the sweet release of death.  The backup of the Clone Troopers who was likely following them would also need to be exterminated.  Perhaps an explosion of some sort or other could be used to take him out. 

Growling in irritation as the blaster was pressed to the small of his back Warren uttered some profanities underneath his breath as he considered what best could be done about the clone troopers.  The more he walked with them surrounding him the more he wished that they would suddenly have an accident because he needed his freedom. A freedom that he couldn't achieve on his own given that he lacked the skill presently to manipulate the Omnilium that Omni had said he could.  If it could truly be used for everything Warren could and WOULD use the Omnilium to summon up backup for himself at his earliest opportunity in order to ensure his own survival.   The backup would proceed to murder the clones but right now he couldn't because for one his hands were cuffed.  Another problem was he doubted he could concentrate long enough before getting shot by the clones in the back.  Still he remained silent for now, determining to not even give the clones the reward of hearing him speak.

[Storyteller]

Sergeant Roche sighed with relief as the low hum of engines met his ears. A pristine Imperial transport vessel glided gently into view, rounding the street corner and slowing to a stop a few yards from the stormtrooper procession. The rear door of the vehicle opened effortlessly, a fellow officer hopping out and striding forward to meet them. Roche’s boys relaxed, lowering their pilfered weapons.

“Sergeant Roche, glad to see you and your men are alright. We’ll take the detainee from here.” 

The Sergeant nodded as the transport trooper took hold of the aggressor by the cuffs, leading him backward into the passenger bay. A loud clang was heard as the cuffs magnetized to the transport compartment. 

“Other than roughing me up and being a little mouthy, he didn’t do too much harm,” Roche admitted, rubbing his neck. “Though the sentencing isn’t up to me.”

“Acknowledged,” the trooper responded, nodding quickly. “We’ll take him to sentencing and his case will be heard. If he remains docile things will go smoother for him.” He spoke the last sentence loud enough for the detainee to hear.

The two men nodded and saluted one another before the newcomer hopped in beside the detainee, closing the rear door behind him. Roche turned back to his men as the transport pulled away. “Well, best grab our gear and get back to patrol.”

You’re free to play out your arrival and sentencing. You can either serve a prison sentence or opt to do something that will benefit the Empire (bounty hunt, community service type stuff, etc). If you need help or ideas, please let us know!

[Jack Darby]

After the Trial and the sentencing,   Warren had been assigned something he didn't like to do. Specifically they'd ordered that he'd be cleaning patrol cruisers without a break of any kind for the next twenty four hours.  Groaning,  Warren immediately started on the assignment that he would rather not do but had to do as the alternative was prison.  It was times like these that he wished he had a weapon.  Cleaning was going to be a royal pain in his butt because he didn’t like cleaning to begin with when it was not mandatory. Yet this assignment was mandatory unless he served a prison sentence he had no intention of serving.  Of course they hadn’t been able to remove his armor which was a blessing in disguise for him actually.  
Growling in irritation Warren walked to where one of the filthiest of the Imperial Cruisers was and immediately started work.  Getting down on his hands and knees,  he started to clean the underside of the cruiser and do his best to make it spotless.   As he was down on his hands and knees a single clone trooper came over and viciously kicked him a couple of times before walking off.  Wincing in pain,  Warren resumed the cleaning and not 3 hours later had the first of the 10 he was supposed to have cleaned cleaned up.   Heads were going to roll on Coruscant when he regained the full use of his abilities he was going to come back and every last one of the Clones on this planet was going to suffer the wrath of Wild Card.  But revenge would have to wait until he wielded some real power which he presently lacked actually.  

There had to be some way he could boost his own power in this world.  Perhaps the world possessed something similar to the “Anti Core” or the “Mega Cores” of his home world that he could use as a means of amplifying his own abilities to what they should be.    As he thought about this,  Warren let his body work on autopilot as it cleaned the vehicles of the clones.   In about five more hours,  he’d gotten 7 of the vehicles done and only had two more of them left for him to finish.   Victory was in sight,  but he’d need to do something more. The clones would need a reason to never underestimate the wild card.  But anything he did would likely result in more community service or injury to himself.   Still the clone who had kicked him was one of the ones Warren was going to personally punish when he had recovered his full strength and power. Yet now was not the time for him to even allow himself to fantasize on revenge but to do something else namely plot out an evil scheme of his own.   Powerful relics had to exist through one of the Gates that could be exploited by Wild Card and turned into a powerful asset for him to use. 


If the Omni Individual was to be believed,   with enough Omnilium Warren could do whatever he wanted and become an unstoppable deity within his own right.   So it seemed he would need to achieve more power by obtaining this Omnilium in large enough quantities to where he could use it’s power.  After all the substance should have some potential usages that could be done.   It was said that ANYTHING could be made with Omnilium by someone who could use it properly.   Well after finishing the cleaning of the 2 vehicles and being almost exhausted Warren decided to put the words of Omni to the test.  Holding out his hand he concentrated because he needed a way to defend himself,  a way to cut down those who would rise up against him in combat and cause him problems. What he needed was a weapon of one kind or other that could be put to use by him in this situation.   Purple Glyphs formed around his hands as a blade materialized appearing to be made out of a clear glasslike material.  The blade was made out of the material but the hilt appeared to be high tech.  It was styled like a Katana.


Once he had summoned it Warren immediately dismissed it because he didn’t need it presently. The mere realization he could summon a weapon did a lot to put his mind at ease.  For now he wasn’t entirely helpless and actually had a blade.  Of course learning to use the sword would likely be another story and one that would require someone more skilled with a sword than he was.  But he was not going to look for such an individual on Coruscant.  No,  he’d had quite enough of this planet for some time now.  He’d be leaving but at least the trip through the Gate had not been an entire waste.  It was on this world that Warren had discovered he still could fight because he now had the means to do battle should he need to.   A sword that he hadn’t named yet.  For now he’d call it a Chaotic Energy Katana.   As it was his blade he would make sure no one ever stole it and if they did he could probably summon it anew with Omnilium.  


In any case what he needed to do now was learn more about where he was.   Coruscant seemed to be ruled by an Empire but it wasn’t the only world out there.  There were others concealed within the Gates and at least one potentially could hold the means he needed to restore his own power to what it should be. Level wise his own abilities weren’t even enough to take on a clone trooper.  This was going to need to change and change in a hurry if he was going to have any hope of survival wherever he was.   Groaning,  Warren spoke for his first time since he’d surrendered to the clones.    "It seems I underestimated the tactical advantage and number of the clone troopers.  This is a mistake I will not repeat again.   As it is now,  I need allies and reinforcements of my own that I presently lack.   Going back into the Nexus seems to be the best option because perhaps I could use it as a means of accelerating my travel."  Warren groaned as he looked at where the Portal was.  Arriving back at the Portal was going to take about half an hour but his body was tense and sore.  

Of course after the cleaning he had done for the Empire he could expect his body to be sore and tired.  Those clones were going to DIE for meddling with his affairs once he had improved his own strength and capabilities to the levels where he needed them to be.  Scowling beneath his helmet,  Warren started to walk back towards the Portal that led to the Nexus.  There would be no more engaging the clone troopers of any kind done by him.  At least not for now,  while he was weak as a newborn child practically a problem that he was going to address at his earliest possibility.   Being helpless and weak was something that was completely undesirable because he had no means presently that he could use as a means of defense other than the Chaotic Energy Katana.  A lot was going to need to change in order so that he might stand a better chance of survival both now and in the future. 

What he needed was someone who could train him in combat and that meant he’d need a mentor. While he was not entirely against the idea of learning to fight from someone,  Warren knew it would take up time. But it was a worthy investment actually.  Given that he didn’t possess the natural talents that others had with a blade,  Warren needed to learn how to handle one properly.  A sword was a weapon that was both elegant but also capable of terrible destruction. Only one of the Guardians of his world had ever wielded a sword and said individual had never fought him with the blade.  Going back to where the Portal was,  Warren had arrived there in about half an hour.  Coruscant was a place he didn’t intend on returning to until he was much stronger.  Growing his power meant he’d need to spend a lot of time training and questing after items and equipment. A base would be needed by him in a world somewhere and that was one of the things Warren was going to acquire.   An evil lair was definitely a must have because he’d need somewhere to create mechanical devices without interruptions from someone he didn’t want to be around presently.   The Clone Troopers were individuals he didn’t want to be around.  Once he had arrived at the location of the Portal he’d come through Warren would immediately walk through it  and leave Coruscant because he had no intention of being back for a long time. 

"Looks like I've got a lot of work ahead of me in order to learn how to fight properly...."