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All was quiet within the psionic shield. The Guardians began to dissipate into dark particles that were pulled to the common-point of the insulated and well-protected egg in the center. The egg began to split releasing voluminous amounts of heat, stimulating particles or 'ley lines' to the point where their trajectory would pass through all sentient creatures within a mile radius, instantly heralding his arrival with a loud screech from the Guardians. The most of the energy was kept within the psionic barrier, which seemed to be static. The energy bounced haphazardly within the shield keeping homeostatic levels. He had ingested the guardians, which would internally keep up the external barrier, he himself was creating the energy that was erratically bouncing off of the psionic barrier like a rubber ball off of concrete walls. Of course something like this was so minute that it couldn't even be seen. The psionic barrier pushed inwards, creating stasis with external forces that might want to disarm it, but it also was pushed outwards by the energies that collided with it inside, of course the opposite effect could be initiated as well.Even had he been removed or sent within alternate dimensions, trapped under a thousand-foot pressure of the ocean he would still technically be within his own environment within this barrier, simply almost as if it were an alternative to the current place the war is.

Arise, Anathema, and set havoc upon your prey.
Judge only despair upon all.
Soon the hour of manifestation will be at hand.

The egg collapsed giving way to the new herald of idea. The features of who was formerly Jack theoman were grotesque. His skin was a sickly greenish color, almost resembling that of a plant. His hair was thick and organic looking, as if it weren't hair anymore. A large artery or vein went across the left side of his face, passing around his eye. Just below the epidermis. His body was unclothed but there seemed to be a sort of organic tendrils that seemed attached to his flesh covered some parts of his extremities providing some sort of censorship, even though he definately was not human. "Huhuhu...." He chuckled, his voice had the ring of a late 20's man, and that of a demon, both intertwined, two voices at once. Overall his appearance was somewhat humanoid. More of the vein-like tendrils surfaced along his right arm as a growth seemed to cover over the arm giving it a look of infection to it.

The insides of the barrier that had been present far before the bringing of the nanites or any other character had been near him was purged from the inside to the outside of foreign substance with a searing energy. His heart rate began to shift, muscle mass slightly increased as new strands of muscle grew over each other, his body conforming so that it would instantly adjust to environmental manipulation. Abruptly he curved his torso slinging his right arm towards a new entity that he had sensed, a bone ripped from the flesh of the side of his arm, firing out towards the figure the bone flew through the air at an incredible speed traversing the distance like a long-range sniper round. It aimed to blindsight Serra and impale her from behind, but the design of the bone was something much more, biokinetically enhanced it was made to be more than just piercing or impactive. It was something truly best avoided. His voice spoke, echoing from all angles as he continued his saunter towards her. "Hello, shrew. May I have this dance?" The figure said. His voice were that of a regular man in his later 20's, nothing out of the ordinary about this half, but at the same time a second voice rumbled in a deep, resonating tone. The more he moved towards her the more effective his decleration field became upon the energies Serra had released, telekinetically he nudged the blasts within the deceleration field. Once the attack upon agron had been just slightly redirected it wouldn't be of any threat.

Truly this was no longer the kind-hearted Jack Theoman, because in reality Jack theoman, his true body, was located high above the earth's atmosphere in the Dreadnaught, he had been harvested as a human, a second copy of himself by some means of complex cloning had been created from his original genetics, his real body was put on a sort of life-support he served as one of the many humans that was sustinance for the ship. With his true body there had anathema been completely destroyed any number of times in the future the herald could be reborn or recreated in a similar fashion. This was the neverending cycle, like a phoenix, anathema, he who is hated, he who carries the conciousness of Jack Theoman but is forced to bend to the whim of Idea; This is Jack's new life.