04-09-2018, 01:47 PM
Unsure of himself, as he made the trek through the gate, Unicron mentally thanked Rafael for leaving him in charge for the duration of this. Since Rafael was worried about how he would have been treated by the white armor clad guards, Unicron had decided to humor him, and maintain control for this situation. Admittedly the place he had came out of the gate was impressive to say the least. The bustling skyscrapers, the fast moving scars, this almost reminded him of the creations of his brother, Primus. Of course, none of these cars could shift from vehicle mode into robot mode, or have any special powers, or weapons at their disposal. At least, Unicron didn’t believe they could at present. Short jolts of what he could only assume was an unwelcome human sensation shot up and down the depleted, and drained muscles of his legs. Oh yes, after this he was definitely enrolling Rafael in some sort of physical conditioning class to make him more useful when push came to shove. This was not the only thing he was going to do in order to make sure that his current host could hold it’s own. In addition to making sure Rafael had the conditioning he needed, he was also going to make sure he had the equipment. It was time he looked around, and approached one of the locals.
Really it was times like these, that Unicron wished he had the Dark Star Saber. The weapon would be a formidable part of his arsenal, and was made of his former essence. Here in the Omniverse, it would be a very useful acquisition, were he able to acquire it. Yet his attempts to recreate the blade for himself had simply not been successful up until this point. Of course it was a weapon that had been made by a spawn of his brother, Primus. Specifically the weapon had been created with the Forge of Solus Prime by his brother, out of his essence. In short, Unicron lacked one of the tools he needed in order to recreate that blade. Ultimately, though it did not matter, because he planned on gaining back some of his abilities. Sure, Rafael had a long way to go before he would be considered ready by Unicron, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t make the steps needed to accomplish his goals easier for the child.
The child was just that, a child. Admittedly, the child was gifted when it came to the machinery comprising the spawn of his brother, and a skilled negotiator. The child had convinced him to work for the betterment of Humanity, after all, and that had not been easy. Of course, the benefits provided by having the child as a meat shield at the time were astronomical. Unicron made up his mind, now. The child deserved his help, and so was going to receive it. Of course, not in the way that he had expected to receive it.
Having approached one of the Storm Troopers that was patrolling the area, on Tier 1, Unicron asked in a gentle, and hopefully - or at least what he would consider hopefully respectful tone of voice. “By any chance, do you know where one might acquire supplies to build mechanical devices for themselves, so they do not have to use Omnilium to do so?” asked the former Chaos Bringer. Right now, he didn’t dare use up his supply of Omnilium, as he needed it. Husbanding his resources would benefit him in the long run. The Chaos Bringer knew he was going to need every last drop of Omnilium if he were to ever recover his true potential from that pale faced freak who had stolen it. The freak had also robbed Rafael of his knowledge of how to operate computers, or really any mechanical device. Such crimes were unforgivable, in the eyes of the Chaos Bringer. As a result of this, Rafael was going to have to relearn how to program things, and Unicron was going to have to relearn how to fight.
Really it was times like these, that Unicron wished he had the Dark Star Saber. The weapon would be a formidable part of his arsenal, and was made of his former essence. Here in the Omniverse, it would be a very useful acquisition, were he able to acquire it. Yet his attempts to recreate the blade for himself had simply not been successful up until this point. Of course it was a weapon that had been made by a spawn of his brother, Primus. Specifically the weapon had been created with the Forge of Solus Prime by his brother, out of his essence. In short, Unicron lacked one of the tools he needed in order to recreate that blade. Ultimately, though it did not matter, because he planned on gaining back some of his abilities. Sure, Rafael had a long way to go before he would be considered ready by Unicron, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t make the steps needed to accomplish his goals easier for the child.
The child was just that, a child. Admittedly, the child was gifted when it came to the machinery comprising the spawn of his brother, and a skilled negotiator. The child had convinced him to work for the betterment of Humanity, after all, and that had not been easy. Of course, the benefits provided by having the child as a meat shield at the time were astronomical. Unicron made up his mind, now. The child deserved his help, and so was going to receive it. Of course, not in the way that he had expected to receive it.
Having approached one of the Storm Troopers that was patrolling the area, on Tier 1, Unicron asked in a gentle, and hopefully - or at least what he would consider hopefully respectful tone of voice. “By any chance, do you know where one might acquire supplies to build mechanical devices for themselves, so they do not have to use Omnilium to do so?” asked the former Chaos Bringer. Right now, he didn’t dare use up his supply of Omnilium, as he needed it. Husbanding his resources would benefit him in the long run. The Chaos Bringer knew he was going to need every last drop of Omnilium if he were to ever recover his true potential from that pale faced freak who had stolen it. The freak had also robbed Rafael of his knowledge of how to operate computers, or really any mechanical device. Such crimes were unforgivable, in the eyes of the Chaos Bringer. As a result of this, Rafael was going to have to relearn how to program things, and Unicron was going to have to relearn how to fight.