A little island

*This is where we begin our conquest?* Fracture thought to his new host.

(Yeah, I have a few people in mind that could use some of our guidance.) Logan imparted back. Crouching nearly invisible on the welcome aboard sign to the training depot, Logan surveyed the landscape. It had only taken 4 hours of what felt like a slow jog to get here.

With plenty of housing spaces, weaponry, and supporting establishments, while also being surrounded by swamps and marshes, this place would be a good beachhead to launch his desires to control from.

Logan stood while allowing Fracture to drop the active camouflage. Revealing a 6'4" body with the build and muscle definition of an Olympic gymnast. Covered from head to toe in what looked like a dark crimson gel, veins of black constantly in motion just across it's surface. It's face devoid of any features, but that could change to what Logan considered the typical symbiote face for fear and intimidation purposes.

(First I'll kill two birds with one stone and get us a figurehead to control this place when I'm gone. I need it to be painful and he needs to feel truly helpless.) Logan began formulating a plan while inquiring about Fracture's ability to execute it.

*You are a spiteful creature*

"Yes we are." Logan said with a shark like grin.