07-14-2018, 09:54 PM
There were many words that could be used to describe Jack Spicer. Egotistical was one of the ones that would most commonly be used as a description of him. A nerd was another, given his tendency to over rely on mechanical devices, and gadgets. Patient was not one of the words. This was proven as Jack trekked through the endless, or at least to him, endless white expanse that was the point of origin for all the Primes. The Nexus. It was a place that Jack Spicer was beginning to have a negative feeling towards. Okay, he was beginning to absolutely loathe this place because of how harsh it was on his eyes. Yet his stubborn streak refused to allow him to waste the Omnilium needed to create a set of sunglasses for himself. The Fortress he had made had been an essential piece of equipment whereas Sunglasses were not something that he needed.
After finally making his way towards the gate that was secured by the white armor clad individuals, Jack was investigated. "Name?" asked a bearded Storm Trooper who was not wearing his helmet. "Age?" "Occupation?" "Abilities?"
"Jack Spicer, Age 18, Occupation - Inventor, Abilities, none to speak of." Jack Spicer didn't know he had the abilities he possessed at present, namely the metal thing that he could do. Of course, he'd find out later. For now he was blissfully unaware of it.
"Proceed through the scanner," said the Storm Trooper. When Jack did, it beeped. Immediately the Storm Trooper said. "I'm sorry, Mr.Spicer, but we are going to have to demand you strip to your underwear. We will provide you new clothing."
Sighing at the hassle of having to do this, Jack did as they asked. A Gray, coarse robe made out of a fabric that would grate against the skin and cause irritation was provided as were sandals. His clothes were taken and destroyed by the Storm Troopers and with that, he was allowed to make his way to Coruscant. A frown was on his face. The moment he had the time to do so, Jack was going to recreate his clothing that he had been wearing.
After finally making his way towards the gate that was secured by the white armor clad individuals, Jack was investigated. "Name?" asked a bearded Storm Trooper who was not wearing his helmet. "Age?" "Occupation?" "Abilities?"
"Jack Spicer, Age 18, Occupation - Inventor, Abilities, none to speak of." Jack Spicer didn't know he had the abilities he possessed at present, namely the metal thing that he could do. Of course, he'd find out later. For now he was blissfully unaware of it.
"Proceed through the scanner," said the Storm Trooper. When Jack did, it beeped. Immediately the Storm Trooper said. "I'm sorry, Mr.Spicer, but we are going to have to demand you strip to your underwear. We will provide you new clothing."
Sighing at the hassle of having to do this, Jack did as they asked. A Gray, coarse robe made out of a fabric that would grate against the skin and cause irritation was provided as were sandals. His clothes were taken and destroyed by the Storm Troopers and with that, he was allowed to make his way to Coruscant. A frown was on his face. The moment he had the time to do so, Jack was going to recreate his clothing that he had been wearing.