(Well, Vectormasters in general have slight mental disorder, thanks to their power. Whether it is in a good way or bad, it is unknown. And I love characters with mental disorder. YehehhehhehHAW!)<br/><br/>Trevor thought for a moment, "Well, you are a Vectormaster. So he's probably saying that you've betrayed your own race. The Vectormasters seek is a world where might rules over right. That is why we are going to have to kill every last one of them."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">And then what would become of you, I wonder?</span><br/><br/>Trevor shrugged, and beckoned, "We should chase after him." He glanced the white machinary which towered over the city. A weapon of mass destruction. A weapon of war. Elegant, yet dangerous.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Accelerator grinned as he found the schematics, covered in blood. He siphoned the blood aside, the paper becoming as new as can be. "Now, how to operate this..." His head hurt from his apprentice's previous mental assault, but it was one he had to live with.