Failed Pass

[Jack Darby]

Coruscant had not been a world Warren had wanted to return to, at any time. Painful memories of his humiliation shot through him like hot knives. Hopefully none of the Stormtroopers remembered what he had done when there, or there was likely to be an issue. In any case he did need a weapon, but try as he might he couldn’t remember how his weapons worked. It seemed for now mechanical innovation with the Omnilium was beyond his expertise. What he needed was a simple weapon, something that he could use to slice up his enemies and carve them to ribbons. Warren frowned, as he began to make his way through Coruscant. Leaving the first tier after about five hours there, he’d proceed into the Tier Three.

The Imperial Presence here was limited, and that made what he was going to have to do much easier than it otherwise was going to be. Sighing, he’d flick out his hand and summon the orb of Omnilium, trying to shape it for the second time so far. But try as he might it simply wouldn’t become a laser sword like he wanted. Frustrated, he’d face palm and then imagine a shorter version of a katana, and sure enough after about twenty minutes he was able to summon it. Why summoning took longer for him than it did for other primes he had no clue. But he was bound and determined to get strong enough, so that he didn’t need the help of anyone.

Sure Tier III looked nasty, and like it needed some serious improvement. The walls of the outside of the warehouse he was in were spraypainted with Graffiti, anti Imperial Logos for the most part but ones he paid no attention to. This warehouse was only a temporary thing, a place he could call his “base” for now until he had the Omnilium to properly afford one for himself.

“It’s no home, but it will have to do I suppose.”

[Jack Darby]

Home... What was home to him? Was it his Fortress back in Canton Ohio? No, it had been so long since he had been there that he didn't even remember the place, to be honest. Was it Fort Zimmer? Chances are the place had faded from existence when he had left, so that couldn't be considered home either. But what was a home? A home was a place where people could feel at ease, and safe. Home was where the heart was, but where was Warren's heart? It certainly wasn't Coruscant, because of the crime rate that was obvious outside. The warehouse was a Fixer Upper but Warren supposed it could do. With some alterations so that it could have multiple floors, and some expansion with Omnilium the place would make an excellent base of operations for him to say the least. Granted he needed to accomplish his goal of making a weapon. Absentmindedly he took a look at the sword he had formed. Having gazed at it, Warren was impressed. 

"A Fine blade, fit for the Quarterback of Chaos. While it's no energy sword, it will have to do I suppose. At least for now anyway, until I can get y hands on something with a bit more bang for my buck." 

The Quarterback of Chaos began to consider what he needed now that he had a means of defending himself. "I have a sword, but I don't have any means of ranged combat whatsoever. I'll need to rectify that problem as soon as I can. I'll also need to figure out what the problem with me not remembering how to invent things is, and relearn such skills while I am here. Oh, and I'll need to regain everything I had. And... and I'll need soldiers of my own that I can call mine!" 

[Jack Darby]

It was past time to tackle the problems that were in his way. Case in point, the problem that he didn't have more than a sword at his disposal presently. His lack of weapons couldn't be tolerated any longer than it had been previously. As he had been here before, Warren made up his mind. Exiting the warehouse once he had checked about a dozen times to make sure that he could summon his sword to his hand in case he should need it, as he didn't want to be unarmed again, Warren made his way to his next destination. Using the elevator,  he'd proceed up to Tier One and the Great Library.

It was clear he didn't know enough about the Omniverse to say the least. As he didn't know enough about the place, and he was sure he was scarcely informed, Warren had a difficult choice to make. Should he stay the path he was on or begin anew? Upon arriving at the library, which took him an hour, and made him wish he had a motorcycle, Warren started going through the books, trying to find anything of use. Finding some maps of the Omniverse, Warren sat down with them and

Upon reading one of the books that mentioned a blade that had special properties, but didn't go into much more detail than that,Warren went to where the reference books within the Library were. Upon doing so, he collected one on "magical blades" and another on "technological weapons" as well. From there, another collection of books were gathered by him. Typically, he wouldn't read this much, but as he had a need for more weapons to add to his bag of tricks; he knew there was too much work to be done. Reading was easy to do, but the work he had was going to be difficult. The Z-Tech Wrist Blasters he had in the past had been a godsend and would have proven more useful than other weapons, but now that he didn't have them, he needed to figure out what he wanted to replace them. It was mandatory at this point that he change that.

For one of the mistakes he had made had been pissing off Storm Troopers. This was why he was in the library and not trying his hand at constructing an energy sword just yet. When one of the books mentioned one, or the designs for one anyway,Warren took a close look at said page, and made a copy of it out of Omnilium. If he was going to do that later he was going to do it right and he would know how to do it this time around. Information was something he didn't have when he had previously been in the Omniverse. But with the knowledge he had, and the aid of the books of the library, he could do more than he had before.  Cursing Omni to a fate worse than death, Warren began copying books that held any useful information inside of them.

What was it going to take to ensure his victory here? Last time he was here, he had ended up on the bad side of a "hero" and that was a problem he was going to have to look into. Eliminating such an individual was going to be a difficult challenge, especially when he only had one weapon in his bag of tricks. It was said that desperation could bring about innovation. Well, right now, Warren was desperate. He didn't have any ideas as to what he could build, potentially. Energy swords were probably out, as he wasn't going to run the slightest risk of bringing the ire of the Storm Troopers down on himself. For that reason explosives were also out. Still, he had read a few books on how to make explosives, and some on how to make blaster pistols, as well as many on how other fire-arms worked. It couldn't be that hard to find a suitable theme to his weapons this time around. Last time he had a foot-ball theme to them but he didn't want to be stuck in the past.

"Last time I had blasters that were built into the wrists of my suit. I also had other moves, that included a chaotic energy katana. Last time I had an arsenal, but now I have nothing but a sword. What else could I possibly need?"  

There was an excellent question, more than one that Warren didn’t know the answer to. Without his lab, or Fort Zimmer, he didn’t know what he was going to do with himself. Here was a chance to start over, but was he truly stuck in the past? Shaking his head to clear himself from his self doubt, Warren decided on something. Self-pity could be tossed in the garbage can, because there was much that was needed and very little time to do it in. His skills were rusty; he was pathetic right now. It was not something he was going to tolerate.

Memories of what Saint Walker had told him about the power of emotions came to mind. Perhaps he could weaponize one of the emotions for himself in the future? It was as worthy a weapon as any.  Analyzing and examining the shelves for any traces of books on the subject of rings that could channel emotions, he found a newspaper related to what Sinestro had done. It didn’t say how the ring worked, only described the ring much to his annoyance. Frustrated that he had found very little on the subject of energy weaponry, as that was what he wanted to create, Warren scowled.

“Damn it. Why can’t I find anything of relative use on weapons in this place? I need weapons, because I don’t have much. A sword is not enough. Explosives won’t fit the bill, because they would only attract attention to me.”

Surrounded by the books of the library that he had stacked into huge piles around him, well any that he had deemed useful anyway Warren admitted to himself that here he didn't feel as annoyed. Of course the library didn't have Stormtroopers whom he desired to disembowel as slowly as he was able to do. The Library smelled clean, like someone had recently cleaned it. It was a vast building, and was going to take a while for Warren to explore. Since he had found what he had been after, Warren smiled to himself. The Library was definitely useful to him, at least for right now anyway.

[Jack Darby]

Warren Zimmer continued his search of the library for anything that could be of use. The library was impressive, even by his standards because it was sixty-three stories tall. The building itself was a wonderful bit of architecture, even if when he had a place his was not going to be as fancy. There were many reasons that he preferred his building to have form follow the function, one of which was that the next Fort Zimmer was going to be more readily defensible than the original.  His home was not going to fall to the Galactic Empire like he had.  His humiliation sprang to mind. The empire had forced him to clean vehicles when they had arrested him. Of course, the punishment hadn't stopped there. No, what they had done was far worse than that. For they had made him clean vehicles, while Stormtroopers wailed on him, and assaulted him. Others of the white-clad buffoons had thrown grime, and filth and other disgusting things onto the vehicles in the midst of his cleaning efforts.  So far he had found books on explosives, firearms and a few other useful subjects. His skill at inventing had declined, to say the least about it. Relearning how to use the abilities that Omnilium provided was not going to be an easy assignment at all, to be completely honest. 

"Let's see here. Explosives, Fire-Arms, Laser Swords...Magical Relics including enchanted blades...check. It seems I've almost acquired everything information-wise that I need."  

Finishing making copies of the books, Warren held out the palm of his hand. Using the Omnilium he had at his disposal, Warren crafted copies of the books needed for his journeys, and a satchel to hold them in. But from here, where was he to go? 

"I suppose I should return to the Tangled Green, and re-establish Fort Zimmer."

Fort Zimmer was going to be his home when he managed to rebuild it for himself.  Proceeding once he had finished all of the books, Warren thought about what was going on. Once he had his supplies ready, he made his way out of the grand library. Trekking towards the gate, he began to make his way off of the world Coruscant. There were after all much to be done. Eventually he arrived at the Nexus, and jumped into the Gate.