04-08-2016, 01:26 PM
There were eight soldiers in the area and all of them were armed. Given that he had no working weapons, something he cursed Omni about on a regular basis, Warren knew that he had no choice but to cooperate. Slowly stepping away from the table, Warren was annoyed. For this reminded him of a situation on his world where he had surrendered himself to the Guardians and had been confined. Given that he had no intention of allowing himself to be confined, Warren needed a plan of action. Surrendering to the clones would be for the best as he didn't have the power to battle at least not until he got the blade completed which was actually going to take some time. Constructing a light-saber was more difficult than he had initially considered and that was a problem that he needed to deal with in the long run.
"You know, I wasn't working on a bomb. I was working on a light-saber of my own but with some modifications. It won't be like a Traditional Lightsaber but when I'm finished it will fit me to a tee. The sword is a way that I can recover some of the power I once held before I was brought here against my will. It seems I have a lot I need to do. At least my suit is completely operational and allows me to fight properly."
When the soldiers looked at Warren they could see he was in a purple, black and gray suit of armor.
"You know, I wasn't working on a bomb. I was working on a light-saber of my own but with some modifications. It won't be like a Traditional Lightsaber but when I'm finished it will fit me to a tee. The sword is a way that I can recover some of the power I once held before I was brought here against my will. It seems I have a lot I need to do. At least my suit is completely operational and allows me to fight properly."
When the soldiers looked at Warren they could see he was in a purple, black and gray suit of armor.
