OOC: This is a placeholder for the latest thread of Magnus, GMed by Mentat.  :)

You arrive on the top of metallic scaffolding, with a stiff breeze risking your balance to a steep drop below. However, it is rather hard to focus on that when everything around you is drowned in bright white light radiating from yourself.

You see a bronze metal hand with a cable on it shooting towards the occasional worker around you that has lost their balance. From the looks of things, you have arrived on a construction site of some kind, with the familiar structures below; lift, several trailers, outhouses, piles of girders being pulled by what looks like an APC...

...something about that last doesn't seem right.

"Cit-i-zens!" You hear a distinctly robotic voice speaking. "Re-main calm, grab some-thing to se-cure your-selves, and do not move un-til the phe-nom-en-on has passed!"

Everyone is covering their eyes from you. On the plus side, you have at least partial use of your powers back.

Hmmm. She must have stabbed me in the heart to kill me that quickly. That's what I get for not considering that she would be berserk too. well time to look around and get my bearings. I'm sort of down that I didn't get to be Laura's friend for very long.

...I am tired of being so easy to kill though.
Great. I'm wasting the power I was forced to build up

I'll try to take a looks around me though the bright white light and see what I notice. I'll also try looking at where that robot voice came from.

What can I feel from the chi and mana of this place? Is my future sight for Paradox backlashes up and running again.

What am I feeling from my powers? Do I Still have that hole in my aura?

The chi flows in this place are very well organized, but they are also rough, like a half finished sculpture. You get a frontier impression, but there is an element of intensity to the white essence flow, that indicates a zeal for order.

If your future sight is up, it has not revealed anything to you yet.

Your powers are up and functional, and the hole in your aura has closed quite a bit. You sense it has a thin point, though, and that using your geomancy in excess might rupture it again.

Your light dims, and you sense that power stabilizing the reality you are in. A lot of power outages seem to have occurred in the wake of your aura, and you see a lot of transformers that have been destroyed on the sides of the streets below.

The source of the sound is a large bulky copper colored machine that looks like it was clumsily put together with scrap metal parts. It is rising up to you on a platform being hauled up by a crane lift.

It swings over to you and your position. "Greet-ings, cit-i-zen! Are you un-harmed?"

The machine extends a large hand to you, one that is out of proportion to its arm, and apparently large enough to wrap around your own bicep.
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"Greetings. I am unharmed. Could you take me to the ground please?"

I'll grab it's hand.

"What is your name?"

You steady yourself on the swaying platform as it lowers to the ground. "I am Thir-teen-El-Sev-en-teen-Zee ex-trac-tion un-it."

Mental translation: 13L17Z extraction unit.

"You may call me Thir-teen. I am pleased to meet you." It is speaking in a very deliberate and mechanical fashion. "What is your des-ign-at-ion?"

"I'm called Magnus...  I'm not from around here. I assume that magic is practiced here?"

You make it to the ground before it responds with very deliberate laughter. "Ma-gic is not an ex-ist-ing force. That is clear-ly a joke, Mag-nus."

It walks off the metal sheet you were on, while looking up with its unexpressive lights for eyes. "Of course, it does raise the ques-tion of what caused that ex-plos-ion of light and en-er-gy. Was that ma-gic?"

"... Yes it was. But you are not going to believe me about it, or how I got here.
I guess I am out of your frame of reference.
oh well. Can you tell me the name of this city?"

"You might be sur-prised. But for now, I need you-" He is cut off by a younger voice. "Thirteen! Is your voice modulator malfunctioning again?"

"It is. I will need that checked on lat-er."

The voice is coming from a young dark skinned man holding a large control device. He turns a dial on it. "Well, that will keep your volume down. We don't want people getting the wrong idea, do we?"

Thirteen's head shook 'no.'

"Hi! I'm Anthony, Thirteen's controller! You are...Magnus, right? Are you...from around here? I've never seen you...or weapons like that on a normal person before." Anthony points to your sword. "Are you a Legionnaire?"

Your verser sense is guiding you off site. You sense one thing of yours that is not with you. You also sense you are beginning to gather a crowd of very curious workers who have had their work interrupted.

"I guess I'll talk to you later Thirteen."

"Hello Anthony. My name is indeed Magnus. I'm not really from around here. But I was hoping to join the Legion."

I go over to the thing of mine that I sense. I would be surprised if it is not the Ring.

Thirteen walks over behind Anthony with several deliberate stomps. Anthony turns a switch, and Thirteen stopped and froze in place. "Oh, Thirteen isn't actually sentient. And boy are we glad! The Legion would smash him to pieces if he was. They have some real issues with robots thinking on their own. 'The machine must serve the man' they say."

Anthony looks at you while the crowd starts to gather up. "Well, you are certainly big enough. They'd likely be happy to have you join. Although...are you a citizen?"

The other workers' expressions are between curiosity, and once you say it, a bit of fear at the mention of the Legion.
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"A citizen of what?"

I'll look at Anthony and Thirteen with my chi sight. I'm trying to analyse what they can do.

Anthony's aura doesn't really seem to be anything special. Nobody's aura here does, in fact. You realize at this point that you are coming away from a world where everyone had the innate potential to be a potent fighter. Their chi auras were clear.

Thirteen, however, has an oddity to the aura on it. Thirteen's aura has a faint blue signal to it, and the faintest pulse of life.

"Why, of the Grand Empire of Sol, of course! Not that there are any other legions to speak of." You hear whispers in the crowd around you. "Oh."

Something dawns on Anthony suddenly. "Oh! You need to get out of here, right now! The Legion will be coming here, and they might bring an Inquisitor along!"

He turns to the workers. "Everyone, did anyone come out of that light?"

"Nope." "Nuh-uh." "I was blinded, how could I see anything?" Various answers of that sort are given.

"Okay, now that we have that cleared up, you need to get out of here, now! Start running! But, not too fast. You don't want to get attention."

I nod to Anthony and wink to him and Thirteen
"Thank You for your understanding. I must be off."

I quickly walk away towards where I feel my things, Pick it up and continue walking
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You get a pretty good look at the city, and the fact that while you see elements of a high tech society, it feels like something out of a film noir set in a city during World War II. Many large and block-like buildings, with a clear emphasis on size and, presumably, production. You don't get very far before being accosted by a man who seemed to be dressed as a Roman soldier in a red cloak. The gun strapped to the side opposite of his sword, however, indicates this man is in the present age.

"Citizen! Why are you armed?" He moves over to you with certainty of purpose, but he has not drawn a weapon.

He hear heavy stomping coming up behind you, and you see Thirteen holding a controller. "You seem to have for-got-ten this, mas-ter."

The man in the red cloak pauses only to notice Thirteen, before continuing towards you.

I'll take the Controler from Thirteen.
"Thank you Thirteen, I'm so forgetful sometimes."

I'll bring my mind close to the officer to try and sense what to say to satisfy him to leave me alone.

I'll try to radiate a sense of authority and truth to help convince him.

"I'm a member of the Legion. I'm going to an open field to practice my forms. Unfortunately I only have an hour off before I need to do something else."

He looks at you irritably. "Are you serious? Stupid recruits...you are out of uniform! Your entire break is going to be spent going back to the garrison and getting ready!"

He then looks at Thirteen, then back to you. "Good luck by the space port, engineer. These power surges have done a number on communication, so you might not get smoked by an officer for this. Justice prevails."

He gives a quick salute from the chest while saying those last two words. "Now hurry up!"

I mimic his salute and say "Justice Prevails."

I continue at a brisk pace to make it seem like I'm hurrying back.

Once I'm out of sight from him I go to my items.

Then I'll find somewhere to hide and talk to Thirteen where no one can overhear us.

"I guess it wouldn't be good to be a sentient robot around the Legion and Inquisitors...
I'm going to need to talk to you for a while to figure out what is going on."

You find your proton accelerator in a bathroom stall. It is here that you are talking to Thirteen.

"In ord-er: yes, that is bad. Clear-ly, you are at-tempt-ing to ev-ade Leg-ion-naires, and I am fol-low-ing you. What re-quires clar-ity?"

"I would say everything but we don't have time for that. So it seems that people showing up with an aura of light around them is common enough that the Legion has a task force for it. Why is that the case?

The common people also had a negative reaction to the mentioning of the Legion. Why is that. And why did they help me?

And a brief overview of the history of the Empire of Sol would be nice so I could put all of this into context.

Do you have questions for me?"

"In or-der: it is not com-mon. I have ne-ver en-count-ered it my-self." Thirteen's voice has very little pitch adjustment to it, so if it has opinions, Thirteen isn't making them clear with anything but words. "They are guid-ed by their laws, which state that if a being ar-rives from an-other world with the sac-red hu-man-oid form, they are to be taken to the Cit-a-del on Terra and pri-vate-ly and qu-iet-ly ex-term-in-at-ed."

"This is the edge of Leg-ion con-trol, a re-cent con-quest. A lot of peo-ple feel they were do-ing just fine be-fore the Leg-ion ar-rived. They are ev-ery-where, and they may ad-dress dis-sent and law vio-lat-ions how-ev-er they see fit."

"Most of the work-ers at the site do not like the Leg-ion. With the po-wer out-age, they know the Eyes of Right-eous-ness can not see them or hear them ig-nore you."

"I do not know where you want me to start. The Emp-ire has been a-round for sev-er-al cen-tur-ies now."

"Ter-ran his-tory is very long, too. Where do you want me to begin, Mag-nus? And where do you want me to stop?"
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I rub my for head in thought.
"Ok, They have laws to deal with ones like myself. I guess it makes sense, We are generally a chaotic bunch. Do you know what caused them to pass a law like that?

Let's see, Do you know how to pilot a ship or navigate in space?

For the History, Start a little bit before the Empire got into space. And lets hits the points you think are important."

"Out of ord-er: the found-er of the Leg-ion, known on-ly as the First Leg-ion-naire, was not of this world, so the leg-ends state. They speak of many leg-ends of this one, the us-ual leg-ends as-soc-iated with great war-riors. Tak-ing on vast quant-it-ies of flesh-lings with-out wea-pons in hand, in-spir-ing his own side, ter-rify-ing his foes with just the ru-mor of his ap-proach. The kinds of leg-ends you would ex-pect a-bout a flesh-ling with whom div-in-ity and mort-al-ity be-come blur-ry id-eas."

"No-thing of the found-er can be pro-ven, but the re-sults are real en-ough. The Leg-ion con-quered plan-et Ter-ra af-ter a long and bru-tal cam-paign, and be-gan ex-pand-ing to the stars. The found-er dis-app-eared some time af-ter space tra-vel had been done, but had left a set of in-struc-tions in the event of his dis-app-ear-ance. They co-vered law, mo-rals, con-ting-en-cies and more."

"I ad-mit to be-ing im-pressed with the num-ber of things cover-ed, if the pro-sel-ytiz-ers are not just mak-ing it up as they go. If even fif-ty percent are ori-gin-al, the found-er under-stood flesh-ling hu-man nat-ure, al-though his views were clear-ly twisted through the lens of a man fight-ing a war at all costs against an ev-il that fed off of flesh-ling fail-ings."

"My know-ledge of his-to-ry be-fore the Leg-ion is blur-ry. I am se-ven stand-ard Ter-ran years old. My edu-cat-ion has been lim-it-ed at best."

"I have ne-ver nav-igat-ed be-fore, but if it can be re-duced to math, I can do it. Pi-lot-ing may be trick-y with my large hands, though."