06-25-2018, 06:16 PM
A day passed, and Jack had not been able to make his hands return with Omnilium. Cursing what she had done, Jack looked at the paled hands that had once been his. They were already starting to degrade. At least he had managed to stop the flow of the bleeding, although it had been difficult for him to do. Still, it was going to make future things impossible for him. Unless he were to gain access to some sort of new limbs for himself, he couldn't do much without using his mouth, or his feet. The Oan Power Ring had been something he had disgraced, because he had not understood what the ring was capable of. Any future power rings he made were going to be studied by him in considerable depth, before he even considered posting ads on the Dataverse, or questions on it.
Not that he could post ads, or questions on the dataverse, right now, mind you. For his ring had done all of that for him, and he did not possess another means of access. Sure he could create one with Omnilium, but he didn't feel like doing so. Right now, it was like someone had taken every bit of fighting spirit, and will power, and drained it right out of him, like someone would drain a glass of wine, or a glass of soda, or a glass of milk.
The brutal actions of the Sinestro Corps had proven to Jack that they were tyrants, and abusing their power. They were every bit as bad as the Decepticons, but had the support of the people of the Endless Dunes. Due to this, Jack couldn't go up against them without support backing him up. Even then, he couldn't go up against them as he was now. As he was now, it would be laughably easy for one of them to send him to that place that the woman had warned him about. Some sort of 'hell' or prison that was a place from nightmares for the Primes of the Omniverse. There was a place Jack had no intention of ending up.
Said Corps's actions had also taught Jack a valuable lesson, though. The lesson was that he hadn't been ready to wield the power ring, and hadn't deserved to have it at that time. Even with all he had done to save Optimus from the Decepticons, and protect the rest of the Autobots, he shouldn't have gotten the ring without some sort of training.
Drifting through the Tangled Green, jack made a decision. His education would have to be in a different verse. Perhaps he could go to the one that had the white armor clad individuals around it. If there was technology advanced enough to make the armor, perhaps they had a way they could clone his hands. Not that he'd keep the cloned limbs, of course, but they would come in infinitely more useful for him than just his mouth, and his feet, mind you.
Forcing himself to keep going, despite his arms somehow sending signals like someone was constantly cutting him, Jack made his way towards the Gate that led to the Nexus. There was no time for him to feel sorry for himself, he needed to get stronger and become more able to protect himself in this place.
Not that he could post ads, or questions on the dataverse, right now, mind you. For his ring had done all of that for him, and he did not possess another means of access. Sure he could create one with Omnilium, but he didn't feel like doing so. Right now, it was like someone had taken every bit of fighting spirit, and will power, and drained it right out of him, like someone would drain a glass of wine, or a glass of soda, or a glass of milk.
The brutal actions of the Sinestro Corps had proven to Jack that they were tyrants, and abusing their power. They were every bit as bad as the Decepticons, but had the support of the people of the Endless Dunes. Due to this, Jack couldn't go up against them without support backing him up. Even then, he couldn't go up against them as he was now. As he was now, it would be laughably easy for one of them to send him to that place that the woman had warned him about. Some sort of 'hell' or prison that was a place from nightmares for the Primes of the Omniverse. There was a place Jack had no intention of ending up.
Said Corps's actions had also taught Jack a valuable lesson, though. The lesson was that he hadn't been ready to wield the power ring, and hadn't deserved to have it at that time. Even with all he had done to save Optimus from the Decepticons, and protect the rest of the Autobots, he shouldn't have gotten the ring without some sort of training.
Drifting through the Tangled Green, jack made a decision. His education would have to be in a different verse. Perhaps he could go to the one that had the white armor clad individuals around it. If there was technology advanced enough to make the armor, perhaps they had a way they could clone his hands. Not that he'd keep the cloned limbs, of course, but they would come in infinitely more useful for him than just his mouth, and his feet, mind you.
Forcing himself to keep going, despite his arms somehow sending signals like someone was constantly cutting him, Jack made his way towards the Gate that led to the Nexus. There was no time for him to feel sorry for himself, he needed to get stronger and become more able to protect himself in this place.