Heading out into the wind and rain, Kage still marvelled at the sheer size of YPNRs floating fortress city. Pristine, geometric in design, mathematical in construction and, save for the people they had met along the way, as cold as the metal it was built of. A magnificent floating island, isolated from everyone.
As their way was blocked, and by the ‘High Intellectual’ Lucidas no less, the Omega Knight felt a mixture of rage and disappointment. Not that the way was blocked, more that he had hoped (futilely as it turned out) that they would not have to fight until after they had prevented the impending calamity of YPNR crashing.
Thus, he simply sighed and stepped up beside Destron. Cape swirling in the wind, rain running down his armour, the Knight crossed his arms. Speaking softly, for now, the Omega said.
”So, are you a pompous egomaniac with delusions of godhood too?”
He had run out of patience as the veiled cruelty of what YPNR did and hid from its ‘citizens’ wore away at his nerves.