03-30-2017, 10:29 PM
Warren Zimmer sighed, as he began the trek through the Nexus. While he hadn't learned everything he'd wanted to, he realized that he couldn't have allowed himself to waste any more time there. After all, the Stormtroopers who hated his guts were probably still around and that meant he'd have to get stronger. His next stop was as such; not one he wanted to visit. It was a world of swords and sorcery, one where science held no sway. Sure it wasn't his favorite place, but it did have it's advantages. Case in point, it was going to allow the Quarterback of Chaos to get to where he needed to be. His skill at weaponry alone was not enough, what he needed was some enchanted weapons. Science had failed him, and so he had little choice.
Here he had no resources. There were no blitz bots to join the team, should he encounter any problem he couldn’t defeat on his own. Furthermore, he had no soldiers that were capable of being summoned.
"Looks like you screwed up badly this time, Warren. Being brought here once was bad enough, but twice."
At the start of talking to himself, Warren banged his head into a stop sign that he conjured out of Omnilium, and then dismissed. The pain distracted him from his irritation at himself. The sick and twisted games of Omni were just one of a series of vicious annoyances he ahd to learn how to cope with, because he couldn't cure them. Summoning his Wazikashi, Warren began to think of darker thoughts. As he did so however, he realized that even if he were to try that out, it wasn't going to work. Omni said that he was going to remain here as long as he entertained him, and so dying likely wasn't going to work in this case. What he needed was a way he could get stronger than he was and fast.
Weaponizing the energies of emotions seemed like a good option. Saint Walker had wielded a ring based off of the power of hope. It had certainly been powerful, and that was to say the least about it. Granted he needed to plan out how he was going to achieve similar power because he wanted to ensure he was ready. One didn't enter battle, or fight without a plan of attack after all. Just what was his plan?
His plan was to acquire the resources that he had in the past. Fort Zimmer was paramount to those plans, but he knew he couldn't have his old base back. A new one was needed, and most likely he was going to have to spend the Omnilium to build a new place for himself. But his place was not going to be a castle unlike previously. No, he'd disguise it as a two story house and instead of building upwards... build downwards. It was going to have tons of sub levels as opposed to being gigantic.
Continuing his trek towards Camelot, Warren eventually arrived there about five and a half hours later. Exhausted from the trek and all he had done, Warren still knew he had to keep pushing himself. Going through the gate into Camelot he made up his mind. He was going to come back with the skills that he needed, and he was going to show the people of Coruscant just how vindictive the Quarterback of Chaos could be.
Here he had no resources. There were no blitz bots to join the team, should he encounter any problem he couldn’t defeat on his own. Furthermore, he had no soldiers that were capable of being summoned.
"Looks like you screwed up badly this time, Warren. Being brought here once was bad enough, but twice."
At the start of talking to himself, Warren banged his head into a stop sign that he conjured out of Omnilium, and then dismissed. The pain distracted him from his irritation at himself. The sick and twisted games of Omni were just one of a series of vicious annoyances he ahd to learn how to cope with, because he couldn't cure them. Summoning his Wazikashi, Warren began to think of darker thoughts. As he did so however, he realized that even if he were to try that out, it wasn't going to work. Omni said that he was going to remain here as long as he entertained him, and so dying likely wasn't going to work in this case. What he needed was a way he could get stronger than he was and fast.
Weaponizing the energies of emotions seemed like a good option. Saint Walker had wielded a ring based off of the power of hope. It had certainly been powerful, and that was to say the least about it. Granted he needed to plan out how he was going to achieve similar power because he wanted to ensure he was ready. One didn't enter battle, or fight without a plan of attack after all. Just what was his plan?
His plan was to acquire the resources that he had in the past. Fort Zimmer was paramount to those plans, but he knew he couldn't have his old base back. A new one was needed, and most likely he was going to have to spend the Omnilium to build a new place for himself. But his place was not going to be a castle unlike previously. No, he'd disguise it as a two story house and instead of building upwards... build downwards. It was going to have tons of sub levels as opposed to being gigantic.
Continuing his trek towards Camelot, Warren eventually arrived there about five and a half hours later. Exhausted from the trek and all he had done, Warren still knew he had to keep pushing himself. Going through the gate into Camelot he made up his mind. He was going to come back with the skills that he needed, and he was going to show the people of Coruscant just how vindictive the Quarterback of Chaos could be.