07-09-2016, 09:28 PM
The nexus was a central land that no one faction controlled. But whoever controlled it could potentially control all the primes, and eliminate them. The clone troopers and the Camelot soldiers who daily waged war here were proof of that matter. It was a minor hassle in the grand scheme and barely worth the time of Warren. Given that he’d set up a base of operations his net plan was to head to the world of Camelot. There he would follow up on learning the ability of ‘magic’ so he could add it to his arsenal. New powers would need to be picked up by him but it was something he believed that would be definitely worth it.
Truthfully what he needed was something more powerful. Sure he could cut his opponents down to size with his sword but it couldn’t be the only item in his bag of tricks. Right now he couldn’t afford it being his only power because he’d need something more than that. Defending his home of Fort Zimmer would rquire nothing more than more power for himself. This meant his level of strength was definitely going to need to increase, so he’d have to learn more about the Omnilium.
One of the emotions he’d experienced when he’d been outgunned and outmatched by the clones was genuine fear. It was not an emotion Warren LIKED to experience. For one of the actual few times, he’d been afraid for his life. Unlike his battles with the Guardians, he knew the clones wouldn’t hold back and spare his life. They would probably try to end his life at some point which in his opinion was unacceptable. If he was to survive he would need more than simply just the power he possessed due to his technology. Allies would be a big help if he was in any fashion to survive and that meant he’d need to acquire them.
When a civilian approached him, a regular boy and started pestering him about what was bugging him Warren’s hand shot out and he grabbed the boy by the neck before throwing him a good distance away. His mood was not a good one right now. . For he was furious, and also afraid which was not a good combination to say the least. The civilian was lucky in that he ended up on a couch that Warren had the haste to make out of Omnilium.
There had to be some idiots that could be persuaded with some effort on his part to help him acquire some real power. One of the light-sabers from Coruscant for example, would be a really useful addition to his arsenal. A real one, not the fake thing he’d made would be preferable to be honest, because he’d need such in order to make himself stronger. Yet he’d have to build it on his own likely on another world… as he didn’t want anything to deal with the clones. Once burned, twice shy. In that regard Warren supposed. This was why Warren was by the Fountain in the Nexus, to see if he could find anyone he could easily con into doing his dirty work for him and culling the population of the clones on Coruscant.
Truthfully what he needed was something more powerful. Sure he could cut his opponents down to size with his sword but it couldn’t be the only item in his bag of tricks. Right now he couldn’t afford it being his only power because he’d need something more than that. Defending his home of Fort Zimmer would rquire nothing more than more power for himself. This meant his level of strength was definitely going to need to increase, so he’d have to learn more about the Omnilium.
One of the emotions he’d experienced when he’d been outgunned and outmatched by the clones was genuine fear. It was not an emotion Warren LIKED to experience. For one of the actual few times, he’d been afraid for his life. Unlike his battles with the Guardians, he knew the clones wouldn’t hold back and spare his life. They would probably try to end his life at some point which in his opinion was unacceptable. If he was to survive he would need more than simply just the power he possessed due to his technology. Allies would be a big help if he was in any fashion to survive and that meant he’d need to acquire them.
When a civilian approached him, a regular boy and started pestering him about what was bugging him Warren’s hand shot out and he grabbed the boy by the neck before throwing him a good distance away. His mood was not a good one right now. . For he was furious, and also afraid which was not a good combination to say the least. The civilian was lucky in that he ended up on a couch that Warren had the haste to make out of Omnilium.
There had to be some idiots that could be persuaded with some effort on his part to help him acquire some real power. One of the light-sabers from Coruscant for example, would be a really useful addition to his arsenal. A real one, not the fake thing he’d made would be preferable to be honest, because he’d need such in order to make himself stronger. Yet he’d have to build it on his own likely on another world… as he didn’t want anything to deal with the clones. Once burned, twice shy. In that regard Warren supposed. This was why Warren was by the Fountain in the Nexus, to see if he could find anyone he could easily con into doing his dirty work for him and culling the population of the clones on Coruscant.