Varger sat atop the Arc. He lazily swung his legs back and forth looking at the skyl, omagining the pssibilities. There was a flash and he saw the sky darken and lightening stroms wracked the area while wild winds buffeted him atop the Arc knocking him off it.
His eyes open and he returns to reality, still sitting atop the Arc. "Can't run they'll catch me. Can't fight they'll take me. Can't hide they'll find me...No! I will not accept this." He stood up. "It takes months to accurately plot a large scale Phase Jump, I've got time to prepare, to plan, to act yes. Come and get me. I'll show you all that you made me into something better than you!" His voice rang out with newfound purpose and desire and he grinned. In a quiter tone "This world possess resources and oppurtunities that I must sieze if I am to survive..." He turns and looks back over the city.