Roger'd seen a lot since Staci picked him up, or at least he thought he had. This kind of thing.... This was something new. Prophecies and rings of power and nobody quite knowing what was going on, and a lightshow like something out of a Barsoom novel and its talk of the Ninth Ray-
He held up one armored hand, curious to see what came his way. He didn't have to wait long. A streak of blue peeled off from the other colors of the lightshow, orbited his hand once, and came to a stop in his palm.
Blue. Huh. The whatever-it-was alien (they didn't have any of that species on Stacy, that was for sure) had said something about bringing hope. Not what he would've said he was good at, necessarily. Not out of what he'd heard the ring wielders talking about, anyway.
Then again, it hadn't been love or fear or rage or compassion that'd kept his people together since the rest of the world went quiet, had it. And even if it was just pure cussed-mindedness that kept him moving some days... well, hadn't he been doing everything since Colonel Spindel locked himself in his office pretty much entirely to keep them from falling into the kind of anarchy you got when there was no hope left at all? That had to count for something.
There were worse things to be associated with. And it looked like a pretty solidly made ring, too. Hell, it was even sized to fit around the power armor's fingers.
Re: The Choosing of the Rings
He held up one armored hand, curious to see what came his way. He didn't have to wait long. A streak of blue peeled off from the other colors of the lightshow, orbited his hand once, and came to a stop in his palm.
Blue. Huh. The whatever-it-was alien (they didn't have any of that species on Stacy, that was for sure) had said something about bringing hope. Not what he would've said he was good at, necessarily. Not out of what he'd heard the ring wielders talking about, anyway.
Then again, it hadn't been love or fear or rage or compassion that'd kept his people together since the rest of the world went quiet, had it. And even if it was just pure cussed-mindedness that kept him moving some days... well, hadn't he been doing everything since Colonel Spindel locked himself in his office pretty much entirely to keep them from falling into the kind of anarchy you got when there was no hope left at all? That had to count for something.
There were worse things to be associated with. And it looked like a pretty solidly made ring, too. Hell, it was even sized to fit around the power armor's fingers.
He shrugged, and slipped it on.