02-10-2018, 11:40 PM
Going over to the terminal that held the forms he would not normally wish to bother with, but needed to get done, the Quarterback of Chaos sighed. Was this really what he had to do in order to hunt down Yandere Lover so he could make him pay for messing with him? Sure it might seem petty, but Warren had grand plans. And really, he couldn't stand the guy anyway. Of course there was the matter of the individual loving Hecate, which was technically not his problem, though Warren refused to allow it to grow to where the guy became like her. One sadistic Prime was more than enough that Warren knew of, at present. At least that he had met in person. As he filled out the needed paperwork, Warren asked the silver protocol droid. "How might one get permission to be licensed on Tier 3? I've got a certain situation there to take care of before a problem of mine expands because of the situation there connecting with the problem."
Warren was not about to admit that he was afraid of what he hoped was a secondary connecting with Hecate because he was already humiliated enough by the fact he had run away. No more running from here on out, he was going to fight his opponents on the battle field and win. To do that, he was going to have to become stronger than he currently was capable of being, Warren knew that much. Sadly he didn't know how he was going to get himself to the level he wanted. No, not the level he wanted. The level he needed was the more apt term to describe where he needed to be. A frown formed on his features as he re-envisioned the attack Dark Hecate had done, but with a different target. Himself. This is what could happen were he not strong enough.
Warren was not about to admit that he was afraid of what he hoped was a secondary connecting with Hecate because he was already humiliated enough by the fact he had run away. No more running from here on out, he was going to fight his opponents on the battle field and win. To do that, he was going to have to become stronger than he currently was capable of being, Warren knew that much. Sadly he didn't know how he was going to get himself to the level he wanted. No, not the level he wanted. The level he needed was the more apt term to describe where he needed to be. A frown formed on his features as he re-envisioned the attack Dark Hecate had done, but with a different target. Himself. This is what could happen were he not strong enough.