02-09-2018, 08:19 PM
"Sir," said one of the Storm Troopers to Warren Zimmer as he approached, flanked by three others. "We're going to have to ask you to surrender all of your weapons. Why are you armed like that anyway?" asked the Storm Trooper who was one of the higher rankers of the Storm Troopers and didn't look very happy. The last time he had seen armor like that, it had been in a briefing about a Prime who could cause problems and issues for the Empire, unfortunately. The Storm Trooper approached Warren, holding his hand out expectantly for all of the equipment possessed by the Prime so he could get this job out of the way for the day.
"I'm dealing with a possible sadist, before he decides to come after me." Warren said, as he honestly believed that the "Yandere Lover" was secretly a sadist on par with Hecate herself's dark side and that was something he didn't want to deal with. If he had his choice, he'd have avoided the entire situation, but sadly it seemed that was not in the cards for him as it were. Warren then took off all of his weapons, knowing he could remake them at a later time, and gave them to the Storm Trooper, even ditching the NFL-R that he wore on his hand.
"We still need to fully check you for weapons," said the Storm Trooper going, and getting an X-Ray scanner. Warren was searched, and all of his possessions he had on his person - even his clothes were taken away. A gray track suit with no color scheme, and that had no pockets in it was given to him by the Storm Trooper to wear. "Here's your replacement outfit. We accidentally destroyed your clothes, and your gear will not be returned, but you are free to make more as long as you get the proper permits. You will probably need to speak to a higher up of the Empire before you will be allowed to be armed, sir."
A frown formed on the features of Warren Zimmer. His next post on the Dataverse about Coruscant was going to be even more negative based off of this encounter. Couldn't a Prime get work done without them interfering like this? Without his NFL-R he didn't even possess his communicator or Mobile Dataverse Device at his disposal. Most certainly he was going to have to recreate the NFL-R for his own use, as well as all of his equipment so that he could be able to deal with that individual. These clothes were also made out of a fabric that was scratchy and rough on his skin - itchy to say the least, that was miserable.
Wearing it out of respect, as Warren didn't want them to blast him, he made his way through the gate uncomfortably.
"I'm dealing with a possible sadist, before he decides to come after me." Warren said, as he honestly believed that the "Yandere Lover" was secretly a sadist on par with Hecate herself's dark side and that was something he didn't want to deal with. If he had his choice, he'd have avoided the entire situation, but sadly it seemed that was not in the cards for him as it were. Warren then took off all of his weapons, knowing he could remake them at a later time, and gave them to the Storm Trooper, even ditching the NFL-R that he wore on his hand.
"We still need to fully check you for weapons," said the Storm Trooper going, and getting an X-Ray scanner. Warren was searched, and all of his possessions he had on his person - even his clothes were taken away. A gray track suit with no color scheme, and that had no pockets in it was given to him by the Storm Trooper to wear. "Here's your replacement outfit. We accidentally destroyed your clothes, and your gear will not be returned, but you are free to make more as long as you get the proper permits. You will probably need to speak to a higher up of the Empire before you will be allowed to be armed, sir."
A frown formed on the features of Warren Zimmer. His next post on the Dataverse about Coruscant was going to be even more negative based off of this encounter. Couldn't a Prime get work done without them interfering like this? Without his NFL-R he didn't even possess his communicator or Mobile Dataverse Device at his disposal. Most certainly he was going to have to recreate the NFL-R for his own use, as well as all of his equipment so that he could be able to deal with that individual. These clothes were also made out of a fabric that was scratchy and rough on his skin - itchy to say the least, that was miserable.
Wearing it out of respect, as Warren didn't want them to blast him, he made his way through the gate uncomfortably.