Re: Fools! There will be a King!

[Albert Wesker]

It had been a long, uneventful night. Usually there was something to keep him occupied. Some task or other that he could devote his processes to so that the long, silent hours didn't drag by with their incessant march of minutes stretching into an obscured, dull haze.

The soldier navi had spent a short time testing the extent of his skills, as they functioned here in this...this "Omniverse". He had had very little time, thus far, to really take stock of his predicament, beyond the initial cursory examination shortly after his initial arrival to the...Nexus, it had been called by that Nealaphh person in their Monotruth book. Aside from that, and some infrequent fiddling with his weapons in his time in the blasted landscape of the Ashen Steppes, he hadn't spared any time to truly think about his predicament.

Over the course of the night he had sought to correct that problem.

And as Miranda sounded the wake up with a gun, of all things, Colonel was drawn back to the waking world from his introspective ruminations on his current condition. He rose to his feet, an idea suddenly in his mind. He spared a passing glance at the others as they made the effort to rouse themselves from their sleep before making his way out of the room. He caught wind just as he left earshot that Zack was going to be driving again today. He didn't quite scowl, but his perpetual neutral expression did turn just a shade or three darker. Oh boy.

He emerged into the ever-present haze of heat that was the general 'outside' of the sulfurous verse. Over the course of the next several minutes he went about putting his mind to the task of working with the Omnilium he had once again. It was time to bring some heavy weapons into play, if they were going to continue on this task of tracking down bandits. There was every chance such firepower wouldn't even be needed, but there was just as much chance it would be a definite plus to have it.

His continuing struggle to breathe, impeded by the heat and ash swirling exorbitantly through the air, did not help his concentration any. Several minutes later, however, he was finally able to lift the imposing form of the Colonel Cannon and heft it up onto one shoulder. Its weight bore down on him heavily, and he was forced to grudgingly admit that he'd lost more of his strength than he cared to admit. If he tried to fire this beast without bracing himself beforehand, he'd wind up knocked flat, or blowing his arm clean out of alignment. It was a disappointment, but it was good to have the weapon back, all the same.

It took only a few short seconds worth of focus to dismiss the huge cannon, leaving only a few wisps of blue light as it flashed out of existence in the blink of an eye. He slowly flexed his hand, curling it into a fist and opening it again, suddenly reminded of the fact that he was still new to the prospect of feeling the weapon in his hand. It was disconcerting, to put it mildly. Squinting his eyes and letting out a pronounced huff to blow the ash out of his face's immediate airspace, he trudged back toward the truck his companions, for the moment, had gathered about.

It certainly didn't look like much.

But then again, he might not have been the best judge. Objects in the physical world had always looked a bit strange to him, as a whole.

Taking one look at the cab of the truck, and then down at the energy blade taking the place of his hand, humming innocuously, he let out another deep sigh of annoyance. "I think It might be best if I ride in the back." And he clambered his way into the bed of the beat-up looking vehicle, doing his best to not jab Drake with his saber, and settled in as steadily as he could.

He looked ever so slightly more displeased than usual, but that may very well have just been the heat. It was hard to tell.