03-29-2017, 10:29 PM
Coruscant had not been a world Warren had wanted to return to, at any time. Painful memories of his humiliation shot through him like hot knives. Hopefully none of the Stormtroopers remembered what he had done when there, or there was likely to be an issue. In any case he did need a weapon, but try as he might he couldn’t remember how his weapons worked. It seemed for now mechanical innovation with the Omnilium was beyond his expertise. What he needed was a simple weapon, something that he could use to slice up his enemies and carve them to ribbons. Warren frowned, as he began to make his way through Coruscant. Leaving the first tier after about five hours there, he’d proceed into the Tier Three.
The Imperial Presence here was limited, and that made what he was going to have to do much easier than it otherwise was going to be. Sighing, he’d flick out his hand and summon the orb of Omnilium, trying to shape it for the second time so far. But try as he might it simply wouldn’t become a laser sword like he wanted. Frustrated, he’d face palm and then imagine a shorter version of a katana, and sure enough after about twenty minutes he was able to summon it. Why summoning took longer for him than it did for other primes he had no clue. But he was bound and determined to get strong enough, so that he didn’t need the help of anyone.
Sure Tier III looked nasty, and like it needed some serious improvement. The walls of the outside of the warehouse he was in were spraypainted with Graffiti, anti Imperial Logos for the most part but ones he paid no attention to. This warehouse was only a temporary thing, a place he could call his “base” for now until he had the Omnilium to properly afford one for himself.
“It’s no home, but it will have to do I suppose.”
The Imperial Presence here was limited, and that made what he was going to have to do much easier than it otherwise was going to be. Sighing, he’d flick out his hand and summon the orb of Omnilium, trying to shape it for the second time so far. But try as he might it simply wouldn’t become a laser sword like he wanted. Frustrated, he’d face palm and then imagine a shorter version of a katana, and sure enough after about twenty minutes he was able to summon it. Why summoning took longer for him than it did for other primes he had no clue. But he was bound and determined to get strong enough, so that he didn’t need the help of anyone.
Sure Tier III looked nasty, and like it needed some serious improvement. The walls of the outside of the warehouse he was in were spraypainted with Graffiti, anti Imperial Logos for the most part but ones he paid no attention to. This warehouse was only a temporary thing, a place he could call his “base” for now until he had the Omnilium to properly afford one for himself.
“It’s no home, but it will have to do I suppose.”