"Thank you Thirteen. That helped a lot.
Do they mention the name of the evil that feeds on human failings? Or was that deemed to dangerous to let us know?

You said that this planet was a recent conquest by the Legion. So, do you know of any planets that are further out that are not under their control?  What is the name of this planet and city anyway?

Generally, Navigation in space can be broken down into math... but I don't know what formulas and numbers to give you.
We'll Figure something out.

Do you know where the space port is?"

"In or-der: the Leg-ion calls it He-li-od, the Fal-ling Star. I sus-pect this en-ti-ty has had ma-ny in-carn-ations and names. I do not know them all, but ev-ery flesh-ling cul-ture seems to have some-thing they blame their own fail-ings on. I think it helps them simp-ly move on with their lives."

"Ma-ny hu-man flesh-lings moved a-head of the Leg-ion to col-on-ize. I am to un-der-stand there was pro-test-ation, but the First Leg-ion-naire's po-li-cy was clear: 'an-y-one who wants to leave to-day, let them, for they will re-join to-mor-row.'"

"This po-lic-y, a-mong oth-ers, has had some dis-ag-ree-ments. The Leg-ion has not held per-fect-ly to the Word since their foun-der's dis-ap-pear-ance. Some-times, the Leg-ion will en-gage in ter-rib-le ci-vil con-flict ov-er dog-ma."

"Know this: I on-ly know what my creat-or pro-gram-med me to know. I can-not ver-i-fy such things."

"This is the ci-ty Za-ro, pla-net-oid Ca-la-bria, star sys-tem Di Ro-ma Eight. We bor-der Yi-drel territory. Yi-drel flesh-lings are very hu-man-oid in ap-pear-ance. Per-haps that is why they and the Leg-ion hate each other so. They see a lot of each ot-her when they fight."

Thirteen points a large blocky finger directly through the wall of the bathroom behind you. "That way."

"I see.
I assume that the official policy of the Legion is that magic doesn't exist. What have you heard about it?"

I'll listen to Thirteen's explanation

"Thank you for explaining all of that. You helped me out a lot.
We should get going before they get their eyes back online."

I head out and then head into direction Thirteen indicated toward the Space Port.

I'll try a bit of psionics. I going to try to weave a Somebodies Elses Problem field. It works by projecting an impression that I am not important therefore I am Somebodies Elses Problem therefore they will ignore me.

OOC: I just rolled a 26 for your attempt at a new psionic power. Now, that would normally just kill you, but I don't work that quickly. So...

"Ma-gic gen-er-al-ly can be ex-plained. Be ad-vised: Yi-drel do ma-ny things oth-ers call ma-gic. I can-not ex-plain it my-self, as I lack the know-ledge. Be-yond that, and the oc-cas-ion-al pro-claimed her-et-ic who claims to work mir-ac-les that the Leg-ion takes ser-ious-ly, I have heard not-hing."

You leave the bathroom, and activate your SEP field. It does not work as advertised. In fact, you seem to be drawing quite the crowd. As their numbers grow, they seem to be becoming more and more hostile. A squad what you can only assume are Legion soldiers headed by a man wearing a purple cloak with a white eye emblazoned on the front approaches. The man in the cloak is pointing at you. "That is him! The man from another world! No one else could draw the eye quite like that!"

You aren't hemmed in, but between the crowd and the incoming Legion, your options in the darkened streets are becoming limited. You have noticed there are surprisingly few shadows at what seems to be nighttime, like they really hate the dark here.

OOC: You have, however, failed so hard you have succeeded. Learn 1@1 Draw All The Negative Attention psionic power.
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"Run Thirteen!"

Honestly I don't want to hurt them. So I'm going to get out of dodge.

I'll use my Do to augment my ability to run. pushing it to the limits of human ability.

if Thirteen can keep up, I'll continue running for a awhile.
if he can't, I'll gather a decent amount of white mana.
White has spell to teleport and escape conflicts.
So I will make a spell to teleport myself and Thirteen a few miles out of danger.
"Powers of Light!
Delever us from danger! Escape!"

You have practiced running quite a bit recently, so the augment to your speed is minimal to keep ahead of them. Thirteen is easily keeping up with you, and is surprisingly quick on his feet for all of his unbalanced frame.

You hear a roar behind you as a crowd surges after you. The Legion seems to have just melted into that crowd, moving with them after you.

Unfortunately, that's about when the power comes back on. Thankfully, that means the doors open at this point for the spaceport you are running towards, and a bunch of very surprised Legionnaires see you, Thirteen, and an angry mob with a few of their own mixed with it coming straight for them.

You see large defensive weapons such as machine guns being manned. Put bluntly, unless you are bulletproof, in the next few seconds this course will become suicidal.

I flex my power again and use my chi to activate Iron Skin Technique.
I'll draw my sword.Then I'll use my psionics to force my perception to speed up and make it appear to me like the world is in slow motion.
Then I'm going to flow with my do with the intent of using my sword to deflect the bullets.

I'm charging in and heading for a ship.

You were not forewarned, but your spells push the limits of your reality a bit hard. AYou see the veil between worlds ripple, and you begin to hear threats and promises, blurring together, and managing to be completely understandable and gibberish at the same time.

You take it without a mental break. Everyone else around you is another story. Several Legionnaires either go to the ground grabbing their ears, or just run screaming in a random direction. One seemed to forget he was in a tower, and falls out.

In the crowd, one man sprouts a vestigial wing from his back, and suddenly they are no longer thinking about you. They also panic, and the guns are not manned by complete crews anymore.

All of this is perceived by you in slow motion. Thirteen and yourself make it past the gates with few problems. This place does not seem to have any more guards in it, in fact.

"So, what is your plan for sei-zing this ship?" Thirteen is asking this while you are moving. "A car-rier is an am-bit-ious choice for one who has ne-ver flown."
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I flinch at the mutation I caused in that man. If I had time and they where not chasing me I would try to cure him. But they will not listen to me so I need to escape.

"We'll need to find a small fast ship that can take us to where we need to go.
Hopefully that will be easier to learn how to fly.
If we can't find something like that, Then we have no choice but to steal a Capital Ship."

I'll continue running though the base looking for a ship to steal with Thirteen.

"Are you want-ing to leave the pla-net?" Thirteen tips its head. "How far are you need-ing your ship to go? Be-cause the star-port is the cap-it-al class craft."

You aren't quite sure where you are going, and you hear a lot of shouting, but you don't actually see anyone yet. There are various numbers on the walls, but nothing that says "control" or anything like that. You get the impression they are looking for you in the wrong places.
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"I was hoping to get out of Legion controlled space. So it looks like we'll need to steal a capital class ship. Do you know which way the star-port is?"

I'll continue to run with Thirteen.

"You are in it." Thirteen pulls you with his hand and skids to a stop, turning you towards him. "I can-not give you a brief-ing on this while you are on the run. Let us be blunt: you are de-mon, cor-rect? Ex-tra-di-men-sion-al ent-it-y with so called ma-gic cap-able of bend-ing real-it-y and an-swer-able to no au-thor-it-y save your own, cor-rect?"

"I am A-I. Made be-fore the Leg-ion arr-ived here, also to be killed on re-cog-nit-ion. I would like to leave Leg-ion space as well. But we need a plan. What will you do with a ship filled with ang-ry Leg-ion sold-iers faced with an ab-om-in-at-ion that is steal-ing their ship, their lives, and pos-si-bly their souls?"

He at least seems to have stopped you in a darkened hallway. The lights are flickering on and off.

"I suppose by that definition I am a demon.
So we're already on it...
I'll have to scare them off it then.
Something flashy. But with no collateral damage...
hmmm. A Psionic illusion would be appropriate.
This is going to take some work.

I'll expand my chi sense to try to detect where the people where on this ship.

"Be ad-vis-ed. It may be more merc-i-ful to kill the Leg-ion sold-iers. Their sup-er-iors do not han-dle re-treat well. Cow-ard-ice is a ter-ri-ble soc-ial sti-gma, and ass-ures ex-ile or worse."

Detecting the pulses of life on this ship is a straightforward task. Fury and discipline flows through here, but the signals are weak, like they haven't had a lot of practice.

You can sense them close. They haven't found you yet, but they are tightening the noose, so to speak.

There are two sources of nonmoving life signals. One that seems to be roughly above you, and another that is roughly below you.

I face palm.
"Well great. I'll let them decide their their fate."

Fury... I can use this. It's closely related to red mana.
And discipline... Like White. I can use this too
I take the fury and discipline into myself. I take what I can, but limit myself as to not injure my aura.

I let myself fully feel the fury and rely on the discipline to remain in control.
I let the fury build in my lungs. Then I add Bloodlust from my sword and myself. Finally I unleash a roar of roar filled with fury and Bloodlust. And make it reverberate though out the ship. I hammer into their skulls how much I want to kill Each and every one of them.. I hammer the feeling that if they remain on the ship, They WILL die.

It doesn't quite work the way you expect it too. It works, but the results are likely not what you were aiming for.

You can sense their movements rather clearly, though. In fact, you find your powers are flowing a bit smoother now. Apparently, them believing you to be a demon expands what they accept you being able to do.

Your anger flows out from you, and you manage to protect yourself from the effects of it. The roar of the demon-monster echoes throughout the base, filling all who hear it with mortal dread and the absolute certainly that it is coming for them.

You then hear the sounds of battle cries echoing all around you. "HONOR AND THE LEGIOOOOOOOOOOON!" This call is echoed several times throughout the base, and it is at this moment you realize that you have walked into a base with hundreds of soldiers in it without a plan.

Of course, they don't really have a target they are looking for, so they settle. "KILL EVERYONE NOT IN A UNIFORM!" None of them are holding a static position, either. No place is being guarded, and the power is still flickering on and off dimly.

Thirteen's head spins in a 360 arc, and then looks back to you. "Well, I guess exist-ence is over-rat-ed. Per-haps we should find a safe place and wait?"

I facepalm.
"Well... That was unexpected. I didn't think this though.
This might go badly.
There is a bit of hope for you Thirteen. When I'm killed and move to my next world. Sometimes my things come with me. I've also heard of a Verser picking someone that following them though their world... I haven't had it happen to me though. so I don't know how that works.

Well that is if I die... Which is fairly likely. You can hide or fight beside me. Your choice.

I'll start moving to pick off isolated groups. While connecting to individual minds to give them an illusion of me just out of sight. So that I cause them to run around in circles.

"I have a bet-ter i-dea than self-des-truct-ion." Thirteen offered in a monotone voice. "Please fol-low me."

He started walking along the right side of the hallways, swiveling his head in all directions looking for something. You come across several Legionnaires, viciously charging at shadows. They don't register you as a threat. It's not outside of reason they don't know what they are supposed to be hunting down, and you have them attacking phantasms their own mind has created.

"And keep do-ing that thing you are do-ing. What-ev-er it is." You realize Thirteen is heading towards something that you can see is labeled "EXIT." It is clearly a fire escape.

"Ev-en if we could take the sta-tion, who would drive it? Two can-not pi-lot a craft of this size, and a small Leg-ion craft would be tracked and des-troyed."

I blink a few times once we come across the exit.
"You are correct. I have no clue how to flt this ship. Let's go and lay low for a while.
We will work on a way to go to the next system."

I leave while still giving them shadows to chaise.

At this point the power comes back on, right as Thirteen puts a bulky robotic fist through the fire exit. A male voice blares loudly but calmly through the PA system on board the craft/building you are in. "Warning! Fire exit portside red two opened! Detecting fire location to expedite evacuation."

One brief pause later, during which Thirteen does not stop walking through the hall to the stairs it has now made clear to you, and the PA speaks again. "Warning! There has been no fire detected! Someone is in clear violation of the Law of Honesty! Please remain where you are, and a Legionnaire will arrive to correct it. Refusal to obey is a violation of the Laws of Justice and Humility! Justice prevails!"

Thirteen just starts laughing. "Law of Hon-es-ty vio-lat-ion...ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. I have no tongue to re-move."

He rotates his head back to you. "Well, it is no long-er safe here in this cit-y for ei-ther of us. Hope-ful-ly, no one has seen ei-ther of us yet on a cam-er-a."

"I see. Let's go outside of this town so we don't have to deal with them."

I'll use my chi to try and weave an illusion that we are not here so that no one sees us.
"Veil us in illusion, Vanish!"

Your spell works just fine, make ng you disappear from sight. You notice you seem to have drawn power directly from Thirteen, who seems to be looking for you.

He doesn't have to look hard, though. Your spell buckles reality, and a familiar two-headed monster shimmers into existence, walking out of a gateway made of blood, lava, viscera and the violence you would have avoided.

The voice of Chang comes clearly to you. "I trained you not to need the magic. Did you forget that quickly?"

While the heavily muscled form is the same, the heads are not and neither are its weapons. One head is Chang and the other is Tex. In an instant, it crafts a large blazing blade made of the ambient hate in the area, and leaps to you, soul sight detecting you easily.

The attack is scything down to your head.

I catch the blade in my hand. Ignoring the impossibility of doing so. Along with it's sharpness and searing hate.

"You also know I'm horrible at stealth and used magic to make sure that works for once. But NOOOoooo. Apparently everything has to blow up in my face. You know what, Let's cut to the chase. What the Hell do you want this time?"

Thirteen tries to deflect the attack, but is far too slow. The blade goes through the palms of your hands, and you reflexively dodge the worst of the hit. It still sears a nasty slash into you, carving your clothes open and leaving a painful burn.

With that in mind, that you are not dead from that when you should be is something. Perhaps the residual traces of your toughened skin helped? And barring the severe burns on the insides of your hands, you still have those too.

Tex's head speaks. "You shouldn't have gotten caught cheating. Tough break."

Both heads change into other faces. One speaks with the voice and face of Laura. "Do you think we could have been something together?"

The other speaks with Sullivan's whisper. "I think he wishes he could have been. Too bad he couldn't defend himself from you."

Sullivan's head chuckles as the sword whirls around with a flourish for a second attack.

Thirteen fires his hand off and grabs the blade at the handle, engaging in a tug of war with the summoned demon. "Steel is strong-er than flesh, de-mon. You will lose."

The demon would really like to get back to killing you, but is not in the position to do so. You also hear the very close cry, "FOR THE LEGION!" Bullets begin hitting the now-enraged monster from behind, and you see a lone Legionnaire shooting him repeatedly with some kind of high-caliber carbine format weapon.

I draw upon this city's order for white mana. I fill myself with a comfortable amount.(I.E not enough to damage my aura. White is the color most opposed to demons. Along with being the Color for banishing things out of this universe.

I draw the sword I used to kill a guy possessed by multiple demons. I weave the white mana around the sword so that it banishes whoever I hit with it out of this universe and back to it's home.

As Thirteen continues to distract it I'l perform my chant.

"Light, Order and Holy. Gather Together into the weave of Banishing.
Strike this demon and send it back to where it came from.
Banishing Strike!"