02-09-2018, 08:36 PM
If someone had told Warren Zimmer he was going to be forced into an itchy outfit that he could barely stand a day ago, Warren would have pulled out the NFL-Laser and shot them 10 times for wasting his time. His situation was not one that the Quarterback of Chaos could have ever anticipated to be honest. As he watched the cars of Coruscant, the Hover Cars that were employed by them drive through the air, Wild Card realized that he needed to get somehow licensed so that he could use his weapons on Coruscant. How was he going to do that? Warren had no clue and approached one of the Storm Troopers after he walked 6 blocks or so from the gate. Really he didn't want to go through the rigoromole of getting his weapons licensed, but he had no choice in the matter. His survival dictated that he prevent Dark Hecate from getting any followers of any sort because she was dangerous enough on her own.
"Excuse me," started Warren to the Storm Trooper. "Do you mind perhaps allowing me to get my weapons licensed? I've got a problem on Coruscant to deal with, before it gets out of hand."
"Excuse me," started Warren to the Storm Trooper. "Do you mind perhaps allowing me to get my weapons licensed? I've got a problem on Coruscant to deal with, before it gets out of hand."