05-05-2018, 10:31 PM
"So what are you going to do with the blade?" asked Justin as he looked at Warren Zimmer. Warren paused for a moment. His eyes lit as he held out the orb of Omnilium. A minor wisp of Omnilium swirled around his body out of the orb, burning away the ugly orange jumpsuit he had been wearing. A purple suit replaced his garments that he had been previously in. The garments he now wore were different. Unlike the itchy suit he had been given to wear by the Empire after his beat down that had been so miserable he could barely focus, his new clothes were more comfortable. The outfit itself was a purple ensemble similar to what one might see on certain business men, or fictional characters. However, on the right hand was something Warren didn't expect to ever see again. Or rather, a replica of something that he had hoped to never see again in any fashion. An Anticorian Cuff.
A sudden thumping in his chest proved to Warren that the Anticorian Cuff was not a wise idea. On the other hand though, perhaps the fear of what had happened in the past to him would make him focus on something else other than his humiliation. Lost in thought, Warren began to re-imagine the memory.
Inside his cell that he had been trapped in by the Guardians, a jail cell where he had no access to his NFL-R as it had been likely destroyed Warren was minding his own business. However, times changed. It had been a saturday afternoon as normal, with him confined in the cell. The tedium of being stuck in the cell was beginning to get to him, when something unexpected would happen. Staring at the pale pearl colored walls of the cell, Warren thought he'd lose his mind.
The day was going to be more eventful than he had originally thought possible. A loud explosion rocked the cell, causing Warren to panic and fall to his knees.
"He'll do," said Drop Kick as he looked at his former boss. Ever since he had been rebuilt by the Anticorians, Drop Kick now served them. Since they needed Warren for a lot of reasons, including his knowledge of the Safe Zone, and the Megacores, it had been his idea that Warren be convinced to rejoin them by any means possible. In this case, it meant forcing an anticorian cuff on him.
Forcing himself out of the memory, Warren Zimmer frowned. Things had changed since the day he had experienced that. For one thing, Sudden Death was not around and so could not control him with the technology of the Anticorian Cuff. In addition, Warren had changed since his days in Canton. No longer did he actually need the NFL-R. His abilities to manipulate Omnilium were more effective. Gripping the blade that had been given him, Warren examined it. While a blade he normally wouldn't think of using, it would still be useful.
A sudden thumping in his chest proved to Warren that the Anticorian Cuff was not a wise idea. On the other hand though, perhaps the fear of what had happened in the past to him would make him focus on something else other than his humiliation. Lost in thought, Warren began to re-imagine the memory.
Inside his cell that he had been trapped in by the Guardians, a jail cell where he had no access to his NFL-R as it had been likely destroyed Warren was minding his own business. However, times changed. It had been a saturday afternoon as normal, with him confined in the cell. The tedium of being stuck in the cell was beginning to get to him, when something unexpected would happen. Staring at the pale pearl colored walls of the cell, Warren thought he'd lose his mind.
The day was going to be more eventful than he had originally thought possible. A loud explosion rocked the cell, causing Warren to panic and fall to his knees.
"He'll do," said Drop Kick as he looked at his former boss. Ever since he had been rebuilt by the Anticorians, Drop Kick now served them. Since they needed Warren for a lot of reasons, including his knowledge of the Safe Zone, and the Megacores, it had been his idea that Warren be convinced to rejoin them by any means possible. In this case, it meant forcing an anticorian cuff on him.
Forcing himself out of the memory, Warren Zimmer frowned. Things had changed since the day he had experienced that. For one thing, Sudden Death was not around and so could not control him with the technology of the Anticorian Cuff. In addition, Warren had changed since his days in Canton. No longer did he actually need the NFL-R. His abilities to manipulate Omnilium were more effective. Gripping the blade that had been given him, Warren examined it. While a blade he normally wouldn't think of using, it would still be useful.