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Dwyn Ingraham

I drive the shiny new muscled bastard!

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by lil_kreen

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Defenders of Wing City.
The Disaster Response Unit for Wing City. Their training is state of art and they taught to respond to any disaster whether natural of man-made. They will act without concern for their own safety.

Description

Dwyn, a driver of one of the heavy mechs works for the WCA. He's very good with the heavy mechs and is known for being able to dance a ruined bus through scattered bodies without so much as scuffing their cheeks. As such when a building collapsed on his mech from a wall giving out the tough mech survived but Dwyn's good humor did not. The mech wasn't salvageable as everything but the heavily reinforced pilot core was ruined. Everything else was flat. One for sentimentality as much as making do in rough situations that was the hallmark of the WCA Dwyn eyed these new creatures named 'Wen' with sheer avarice when from behind a imperial guard he saw them open to a man-sized hole inside. After making a deal with the Jinhai for prices unknown he got one in a hangar to make the aural bridge of a Wen surround the salvaged pilot core. It took the engineers a bit to figure out how to interface with it until they realized they could put a neural bridge on the mech as well as the pilot. Suited for such things Wen took to it readily as well as the careful armor and strength modifications along with the Jinhai. The skin is a tough carapace of durasteel and ferroplasm. Thanks to the Wen's mutable interior it even had materialization nodes enough to carry a few injured in a sort of stasis. The only power it needed was to eat.

Dwyn calls the Wen 'Maximus' and feeds it like the huge armor puppy it is. Has a hell of a gigantic saw through a psicouple created by Jinhai to provide power and balancing and heavy rip-fields on durasteel teeth to cut. It chewed through deckplate like nobody's business let alone thin walls. It even had a firmly anchored tail for towing obstacles instead. Dwyn figured Maximus needed to have something to wag.


The next time a building fell on him the building was going to fucking lose. And everyone would get out safe. God damn it.

So begins...

Dwyn Ingraham's Story

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When the Jinhai told him his shiny new psimech Maximus could easily sustain leaping from altitude to the target zone that awesome notion immediately went on his bucket list. A short talk with the pilot after they got deployed to the gate centered him over a decent landing zone as he waited for the pilot to give him the go-ahead to jump.

The pilot's voice that came over comms was nearly drowned out by Dwyn's grin, "Bombs away, Dwyn! You're over a dirt median! Say hello to the captain on your way down!"

Dwyn hit the button on the inside of his cockpit and the retaining field swallowed under ferroplasm and durasteel. The engineers weren't entirely clear on what the button started but the cockpit was both there and not there. Dematerialized into its own space Dwyn leaped the musclebound psi-mech out of the back of the dropship chainsaw in its gigantic hand. The faceless grey torso actually had several crimson reinforced eyes and sensors running from crotch to shoulder and saw the bolt leaping from debris to debris as Dwyn piloted Maxiumus to earth. He could feel the thing drifting side to side with some sort of reactionless thruster from behind the armor. This was the first field test already turning Maximus out to be a damned awesome beastie!

He could feel Maximus moving with its own intelligence faster than he could move the muscles himself. The legs applied braking force from the instant they touched grass. He only stuck his feet into the grass median up to the ankle. Maximus's tail compressed to its hind end and wagged the little flexing tail with grapnel inside the impact furrow.

Dwyn stood up straight and waved with Maximus' free hand and looked around. The woven tapestry proclaiming the WCA's emblem on his back bright and proud. The man and muscled beastie both neural grafted to the pilot core shared the executive thought of one and the powered reflexes of the other. While Dwyn in some respects knew what he was doing when informed instinct pulled an action from the man as his wide field of vision peered at a falling piece of debris. Training nearly dragged Dwyn forward toward injured Mankind before finding himself pounding across the divide to get underneath the debris astride a pedestrian vehicle. His mind finally caught up to see where the Wen's arcane sight mounted to the eyes with CVS nodes and saw the telltale breath of the living. This time when the building hit it was the building's back that broke. Dwyn fired up his chainsaw and hacked through the support to free the hollow structure to thump into the street. he could lift the other side gently out of the way.

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Character Portrait: Jinhai Character Portrait: Wen Myrkul Character Portrait: Commisar Ciaphas Cain Character Portrait: Veronica Perlo Character Portrait: Micheal "Captain Runemold" Garig Character Portrait: Dwyn Ingraham
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Parades of people began to drop from the ships wearing the latest in technology. They flew with help of powerful jet packs with hours of fuel so even the worse of situations could be handled. They were trained in the most exceptional of skills, from medical knowledge verging on Doctorates, mechanical and architectural knowledge that allowed them to assess the stability of any structure they were within. Equipped with head torches, UV, Heart-rate sensors, Heat Signature among others. They were the WCA (Wing City Angels) formed to handle the worse of disasters that seemed to plague Wing City on a communal basis. Always there, recognised and adored.

Flying around they darted like bees picking up people and destroying unstable structures to prevent further damage or collapsing foundations crashing down. Veronica was one of them, she had been informed as had the others, let Captain Runemold handle the girl causing the destruction. In truth, the guy was an egotistical prick, but he was also genuine about wishing to help others. He may be a celebrity but he never endangered others.

The quake was now official ten on the Richter scale. It was impossible to land and not be harmed so swooping in and grabbing people before herding them into the waiting drop ships was the only option. Nonetheless, it was downright impossible, worse people had now seen who was causing this and though approaching cautiously, they were approaching the girl, "CAPTAIN, CIVILIANS ARE HEADING STRAIGHT FOR EPI-CENTRE, WHAT ARE YOUR ORDERS?" the others had noticed too and appeared to be waiting for Veronica to hear back on her communicator.

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"What in the name of the Empeor...Seargeant, new signatures in the area...whatever that voice was it seems this city has its own civil force. Orders?" A guardsman spoke as the Chimera continued to drive. "We are almost at the EPI-Center, once we near it expect to bail the vehicle once the ground become unstable. We gun it for the witch and open fire."

"Really wish we had one of those Vindicate Assasins...Just one would have stopped this witch without having to send us..."

"Well when you wish for the Adeptus Astartes to drop in during an invasion. It usually is not answered. Regardless we do this and perhaps we got on the Commisars good side, more menial duty and less executions you know..."

"Roger that sir, we are almost there." The guardsman spoke as he slammed a power pack into his Las-gun along with everyone else. For a witch, just a few shots were needed.

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Character Portrait: Akio the Wanderer Character Portrait: Jinhai Character Portrait: Wen Myrkul Character Portrait: Commisar Ciaphas Cain Character Portrait: Ean Falcor Character Portrait: Veronica Perlo Character Portrait: Micheal "Captain Runemold" Garig Character Portrait: Dwyn Ingraham Character Portrait: Feidlimid Constans
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In the air above the city, the cobalt glaive hovered above the devasatation caused by the earthquake.

Emily, normally highly professional, was wide eyed and stunned. "What a horrible nightmare, first an invasion from evil shadows, now an earthquake."

Ean had a different thought about it. "Emily, start scanning for anyone trapped beneath the rubble, and get Fiedy ready in case we need some heavy lifting, call the arsenal and prep for rescue scenario. I want field shelters, medi platforms, and excavators loaded and ready to drop at a moment's notice."

As he said this, he pulled his coat over his shoulders and clamped his hat on over his head. He turned to Akio "your in charge till I get back. I know your not familiar with the ship, but just tell people where to be and they'll know what to do. We'll do the tour when I get back."

Emily was less than thrilled about this decision. "Captain its a hell storm down there! Just what exactly is your plan?"

He turned and pointed down at his feet, and supposedly at the scene below. "This city lies landlocked on a continent with few to no fault lines. It does not just suddenly suffer an earthquake strong enough to shatter a moon. Something or someone is down there doing this, and I'm going to stop it before they and everyone else down there get killed."

And with that he turned and charged off to the drop bay.

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Character Portrait: Akio the Wanderer Character Portrait: Jinhai Character Portrait: Wen Myrkul Character Portrait: Commisar Ciaphas Cain Character Portrait: Ean Falcor Character Portrait: Veronica Perlo Character Portrait: Micheal "Captain Runemold" Garig Character Portrait: Dwyn Ingraham Character Portrait: Feidlimid Constans Character Portrait: Oyakawa Mizuno
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The thing about using ancient, deep-rune magic to turn yourself into a bolt of endless lighting is that, well. You go fast. Really fast. Faster than the standard human nervous system could possibly handle. Fast enough even the most disciplined, and focused of minds struggle to hold back the affects of controlling a body screaming through the air at 220,000mph.

Fast enough that any distraction - "CAPTAIN! CIVILI-"

The crackle of Veronica's voice through his telepathic link to the WCA comms line shattered his intense focus. All at one the silver bolt vanished, leaving only Captain Runemold suspended in the air, doubled over in agony, and clutching at his sides. The force of the speed was catching up, and subjecting his body to an intense crushing sensation.

He could barely form a thought around the pain, and the burning in his lungs as they started to collapse.

For a split moment Micheal honestly thought he was going to die. Somewhere between the fading consciousness, lack of air, and sudden falling feeling as his Overland Flight spell wore off, he forget that just as he had warded the Gate...


...CCCRRRAAACCCKKKKKKK...

He had warded himself.

A massive bolt of pure, sizzling mana shot out from his chest, streaking through the sky like a reverse lightning strike. It ripped through layer, after layer of deep, black clouds until finally, with a deafening clap it broke in a brilliant explosion. The added force that his body couldn't handle had been converted into pure mana, far to much for a human body to safely contain, so another rune-ward had triggered a violent release, seeding the skyline with tiny blue crystal-like flakes.

Flashy display over, and gasps for breath subsided, the Captain shook the echoes of the pain off, and sighed internally, contacting Veronica.

"Let the Imperial Guard handle the Witch," He hoped she didn't have a snippy comment about him forgoing glory, he didn't have time for it, this was a crisis like no other. "I want you, and everyone else to focus SOLELY on evacuations. Get everyone out of here. Now." There was none of the usual charm, or levity in his voice, none of the pomp or play.

Sparring no more focus, he closed the telepathic connection with the WCA, and quickly set about restoring his flight; teleporting off towards the clouds his mana had seeped into. Between over-saturation with his own, personal connection to magic, this would be an easy task. He had more than a few weather-control spells under his belt, and just enough spare juice for a little Epic Polymorphing. With a few gestures, some booming deep chants, and a little spilled blood his body dissolved into the clouds.
The dark skies above Wing City swirled around, and around as if pushed on by some fierce wind. They gathered, and pushed at each other, some merging, some dropping, until in short order a titanic funnel-cloud, nearly the size of a city block, had formed. Immediately it whipped, and whirled faster, and faster, the pace always rising until it seemed to form some kind of suction, drawing more dark, angry clouds into it.

As more cloud-matter was sucked in, a shape began to form under the funnel. At first, just a blip of cloud, really, but as the seconds rolled by it grew. Nominally at first, but then in leaps, and bounds, until it became clear it was making a person, of course.

Easily twenty-five foot tall, the being of black cloud came to stand rather casually under the funnel, banishing it away with a flick of the wrist. He looked, more or less, like a human. Legs, torso, arms, head, complete with cloud-beard all present, but it was still obvious he was a Jinn. His voice boomed through the City, a sound like gravel, and thunder.

"You Witch, who seeks to meddle with nature, now face it! I, Hsaharaan, Jinn of The Northern Gale stand before you!" He paused for a moment, it seemed like the angry Jinn thing to do. Micheal honestly didn't expect this bluff to work at all, having come up with it on the spot, but you never knew. It's amazing the things a primordial force of magic can get somebody to do. Or somebody with enough power to try and fake it, and a damn good Polymorph spell for looks.

It also hopefully kept the Witch's attention distracted enough to buy the IG some time.

"I warn you but this once, Witch!" A fierce sound, like the very clouds roaring echoed for a moment, before a deluge of countless lightning bolts rained down. Carefully aimed in a massive circle, in an attempt to cut off as many civilian roads into the epicenter as possible. "Cease meddling in the affairs of those above you, mortal. Or my next volley strikes home.

Despite having no faith in his gambit, he did feel rather prepared to fight the Geo-Witch in this form.

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Character Portrait: Akio the Wanderer Character Portrait: Jinhai Character Portrait: Wen Myrkul Character Portrait: Commisar Ciaphas Cain Character Portrait: Ean Falcor Character Portrait: Veronica Perlo Character Portrait: Micheal "Captain Runemold" Garig Character Portrait: Dwyn Ingraham Character Portrait: Feidlimid Constans Character Portrait: Oyakawa Mizuno Character Portrait: Icy Peak (Super Volcano)
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"We are nearly there! Just...Oh frak! Bail now! Bail now!" The driver yelled as the section of street they were on had destabilised and began to sink thatning to bury them in rubble. The squad of eight, accompanied by a psyker bailed from their transport which slid down a slop and crashed into rubble before slowly being buried. "Keep a move on men! We are only a yard away from our target! Work hard and fast!" The seargent called out as the squad carefully but quickly traversed the unstable ground.

As they closed in on the location, the Psyker could feel the energy everywhere. "Close!....CLOSE!...we are near...This power will break the planet!...It must be stopped!..." The psyker rambled on as it could feel the danger this possessed. The guardsman now aware of the risks doubled on their efforts, Las-guns switched to full auto. They were now just a few feet away, they pray this would be quick.

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Character Portrait: Akio the Wanderer Character Portrait: Jinhai Character Portrait: Wen Myrkul Character Portrait: Commisar Ciaphas Cain Character Portrait: Ean Falcor Character Portrait: Veronica Perlo Character Portrait: Micheal "Captain Runemold" Garig Character Portrait: Dwyn Ingraham Character Portrait: Feidlimid Constans Character Portrait: Oyakawa Mizuno
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Groaning, Tiff tried to speak, but found her body fighting even this simple act, "It hurts... it hurts..." she wailed, "I... I... can't... stop it... I'm sorry... if I hold it back... it will kill me..." coughing she drooled blood out, there was obvious danger her rib had pierced her chest, "Please... please... make it stop..." her eyes were full of tears, and her arms and muscles were covered in fleshy veins... suggesting she had tried to hold back magical energy earlier... In fact, she appeared rather mutated in sense her arm muscles and leg muscles were too big for her body type.

The pain evident on her face, she tried to speak again but once dripped blood from her mouth, "Hel..." she could not finish that word...

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The WCA intercom crackled and a new voice came through, one not heard on this planet for a few months. "This is Jedi Kinara of the Obsidian Eagle. I came to Terra as soon as I felt the disturbance in the Force. There is a lot of ash, what happened?" there was a pause as she waited for an answer. Then to that, she responded, "I'm going to set the Obsidian Eagle down in low atmospheric geo-sync orbit over the city's Main gates, please do not attack." she asked. From the cloud of ash, a massive ship, similar to a Star Destroyer, came rumbling down into the atmosphere quickly. Seven more ships, smaller in size but similar in shape, also entered, but hovered higher above the ground, using their bulk to both catch ash and any falling large rocks that may be hurtling towards the city. The sight was both ominous, and welcoming. Four smaller ships, Tartan Patrol cruisers, also appeared and then hovered nearby, closer to the Eagle as they were her main support ships. They were in a defensive position, making no moves to attack.

"Designate Landing Zones for my Transports, I can load 30 people at a time on each transport, and I've got a lot of them, from all eight of my ships. We'll use the main hangar of the Eagle as a sort of refugee camp. How copy?"

A great buzzing sound became apparent as the hangars of the Valliant Class Star Destroyer (the 'Eagle) and her seven Venator Class Star Destroyer Escorts opened. A large swarm of transports descended upon Wing City. Piloted by old reprogrammed Battle Droids, they flew steady and slow, in a non-threatening way. The last thing anyone needed was for what was supposed to be help get shot down.

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Character Portrait: Kinara Character Portrait: Akio the Wanderer Character Portrait: Jinhai Character Portrait: Wen Myrkul Character Portrait: Commisar Ciaphas Cain Character Portrait: Ean Falcor Character Portrait: Veronica Perlo Character Portrait: Micheal "Captain Runemold" Garig Character Portrait: Dwyn Ingraham Character Portrait: Feidlimid Constans Character Portrait: Oyakawa Mizuno Character Portrait: Icy Peak (Super Volcano)
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As the Guardsman opened fire, they would begin shouting orders and moving around as they fired upon the ninja clones. "Damnation! Slippery like an Eldar! Keep firing men! One lucky shot and it's over!" The sergeant shouted as he and the squad moved around. With the ground unstable and breaking, the soldiers had to take cover in craters on the verge of sinking in the ground or near the unstable ruins of buildings.

The situation went south quick, and there was still the witch they had to kill but with what's going on they would not be able to kill her easily. The operation was bad. "Commisar! The situation has went south! Unknown forces engaging us! We can't elimate the witch! We are requesting immediate assistance!" The Vox operator spoke under the wizz of Lasgun. "Don't fear yet guardsman. Keep fighting. I will get artillery crews to bomb the area.This situation is not lost yet!" The voice spoke however another Vox fluency came up.

"Astartes codes? By the Emperor...Vox it through! Open fire!" The squad continued to open fire, the Psyker in the mean time kept his head down and channeled his psychic powers through the guardsman to help their accuracy even if in the end they were not going to achieve much.

"Commisar, Guardsman come in, this is Imperial Fist Strike Cruiser 'Fist Of Dorn'. We are here to assist." The voice boomed. For many the ship was just a name of a ship. However this name truly had importance.
"By the Emperor...The Fist Of Dorn!?...Impossible..."

Soon from the skies came a dropship, it blazed through the atmosphere. Coloured with yellow and white with a symbol of a black Fist. Just a single dropship made its way. "Brothers, unknown mist up ahead. Prodded with caution and assist local guard forces in the termination of the witch. Assault teams prepare...My Lord, we are ready for your orders."

As the ship navigated through the mist, relying on blueprints of the city and the grace of the Emperor to guide them to safety. Soon the transport however above the ground and a squad of five dropped out.

Four armoured figures, cladded in Astartes power armor and armed with Boltguns. Their armor bore the same yellow and white along with the same Fist like symbol. They were each ten feet tall and held a rocket propelled ballistic weapon, each capable of firing .75 caliber rounds in four round bursts. The fifth figure was larger than the rest. Two feet taller than the other and holding a sword with serrated teeth the size of a normal man perhaps eight feet tall. In his other hand was a Bolt Pistol. The figure was huge, and they had all dropped near the Guardsman as the transport took to the skies dissapering into the mist.

The guardsman fell onto their knees as a sign of respect. "By the Emperor...Rogal Dorn...You grace us my lord..." The seargent of the squad spoke, almost cowering in fear by his mere presence alone. "Rise Guardsman, we have no time for formalities. Your job here is to eliminate the witch then do so. We will cover your squad, you move ahead to the witch's last known location and open fire. No doubt the unknown forces will assault you. Now move." the man spoke. His features hidden under his armor.

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Character Portrait: Kinara Character Portrait: Akio the Wanderer Character Portrait: Jinhai Character Portrait: Wen Myrkul Character Portrait: Commisar Ciaphas Cain Character Portrait: Ean Falcor Character Portrait: Veronica Perlo Character Portrait: Micheal "Captain Runemold" Garig Character Portrait: Dwyn Ingraham Character Portrait: Feidlimid Constans Character Portrait: Jack Walters (CoC: Dark Corners of the Earth) Character Portrait: Oyakawa Mizuno Character Portrait: Icy Peak (Super Volcano)
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  1. Please edit post there is quake happening that is 10 on richter scale.

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In the middle of the battlefield of a level 10 Earthquake on the Ritcher Scale, Jack Walters manifested via unknown means. After buying a shotgun and ammo just mere minutes ago, he went to change his clothes and acquire new ones. But that all went to shit. First was the voice. Then there was the Light. Now Jack found himself in a warzone, with only his Elemental Gauntlets and a shotgun with 40 rounds.
Ok... Teleportation powers that could kill you? Check. Anymore Yithian powers that I don't know about?
Jack remarked as he looked around for cover.

Noticing some armoured figures talking with the Guardsmen, Jack walked towards them, hoping that they would be friendly.
Excuse me? I'm wondering if one of you guys could tell me what is happening? I just got teleported here for unknown reasons, and I'd like to know what you're fighting.
Jack asked as he approached the group.

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Ean made his way into the drop bay, and therein quickly slid into a pod. He started punching in coordinates and prepping for drop, when Emily came in over comms.

"Sir, you got that look in your eye, so I'm not going to try and talk you out of this, but please be careful. As if the earth quake wasn't enough, we have volcanoes, dust storms, and all sorts of other chaos down there. To top it off, theres the madness of evacuation. Looks like local police or security forces are moving in help who they can, I'm going to coordinate with them and see if we can't assist with the grav platforms. We can get civilians onto them, and off the ground, while they wait for evac to get them somewhere safe."

Ean nodded, before realizing that she couldn't see him. "That's good thinking. Keep the platforms as close to the heavier population areas as possible, but out of harms way. Also see if there's anything that can be done about that volcano, a dispersion charge or something like that."

"Roger that captain. One more thing..." And here Emily paused, hesitant to speak. "Theres uh.... Imperium forces on the ground. They seem to be fighting an unknown force at the epicenter. I'd bet my months next salary that they intend to destroy or kill whoevers responsible for this."

Ean scowled, having an inherent dislike for the Imperium. "Bloody fanatic oxymoronic plebians, spouting on about faith, without even knowing the depths of the damn word." He ranted a bit. "Keep our boys clear of em, I don't wanna deal with any headaches today if I can help it."

Emily sighed into the microphone. "Yes sir. By the way I found out what's causing this, scans just came in. It looks like-"

"It's a girl, geomancer, who's power is going out of control." The Captain cut her off, his hand hovering over the launch button.

"Yes... how did you..."

Ean never heard what the rest of her sentence would be, as he launched the pod. A magnetic charge ran through the tube, and the pod was shot out at terminal velocity to the surface. He couldn't drop to close to the epicenter, it wouldn't be safe. But, barring unseen hindrance, he shouldn't take longer than fifteen minutes to reach the girl. In the turmoil of sound and noise that filled the pod as it fell from the sky, Ean muttered aloud. "I hate it when I'm right."

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The closer the young woman got to the epicenter of the earthquake the worst the ground shook, and the stronger the violent nature had become. yet where she walked, it was as if nature itself ripped from its violence and sept itself under her feet in a fresh clean path untouched or damaged as she walked along. She saw dozens of men ahead, dozens more fighting something, or someone, yet she saw the cause of it all.

A young woman... who looked like a bodybuilder with arms much too big with bulging muscles unlike anything Crane had ever seen outside of those bodybuilding magazines her brothers used to get just to laugh and make bets on who took the most steroids to bet muscles the size of mature cement trucks on their arms and legs.

She saw a man going towards what looked like a bunch of clones of some form. But she didnt care about that, no, she was simply curious of what was causing the earthquake, and ash to fall from a volcano. Which simply meant so much trouble. Possibly far too much trouble for her to like if that. She saw then the men, all of them armed, trying to take aim and fire at the woman causing the earthquake, Crane could see clearly the woman had no control because of something. The Spiritpearls within Crane spun madly the closer she got to the epicenter, where the violence of Nature was the strongest.

Finally she was there. Staring curious, as the guardmen opened fire, None of the bullets or las shots hit their mark, stopping mere inches from her as she walked in front of them to get to the young woman, the cause of the earthquake. However she stopped, reaching out a hand she gently plucked one of the bullets fired from the air and looked at it, Ok, this was most interesting indeed. Then she heard it, a voice, angered, and yet calm. A mans voice. She felt his shadow first before his hot breath was near her and she turned.... and looked up at him. Whoa. But Crane kept herself calm, her slender six foot tall figure appearing even smaller compared to Dorn's emense size. Without thinknig it she drew her sword. She had no idea if she even stood a chance against this armored man.

Somehow she knew she had gone out of her balance. Yet her thirst for knowing what was going on might be the only thing to blame at that moment.

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As the Marines got ready to move out and Guardsman carefully, slowly but purposefully moving forward soon were stopped by the psykers mad rambling. "I!...Feel it!...It's going to explode! Fiery death upon us all!..." The psyker filled with an image soon caused his mind to give out before collapsing dead on the ground. But not before pointing in a direction. Soon the ground shook and the Imperial soldiers soon turned in the direction the psyker aimed at...

From what they saw, a massive explosion was heard. A Super Volcano erupted spewing smoke, lava, and brimstone in the air...with it followed destruction...

The ground had violently shook which was putting it very lightly. Before the Guardsman or even Space Marines could respond to the new figures and event, the Guardsman were flung around like food in a flying pan, they bounced up and down rolling all around now unable to maintain their footing for even a nano-second. "Emperor!...Preserve!...us!" The Guardsman cried out as no matter how they would have tried. They would not even be able to do anything, their weapons had already flown somewhere else. One was flown across the streets impacting a wall as a massive flying chunk of Adamantite slammed into the poor bastard. Chunks soon began raining on Wing City, and it's a wonder when the shields would go on!

The space marines on the other hand fared better, their suits were built for more extreme conditions however even then maintaining their footing on unstable and super shaky land was now going to be a challenge even with their skills. Dorn however seemed more unfazed than before as he stared down the figure in front of him, her balance was off, her sword was raised, she stood in their way actively preventing them from saving this planet.

In this situation, he would show no mercy in removing her from his way. Almost as if he had blinked right in front of her, Fist at the ready he was going to deliver righteous vengeance to make her learn to not get in there way. A fist landed square in her gut, strong enough to easily knock the wind from her lungs and even leave only one shattered bone. She would not fly however, she should have flew away however a roundhouse kick and been planted on her back preventing her from flying away but adding even more damage.

Not done, as she would fly to the ground from the force of the kick. Dorn would full his fist back as far back as he could before launching it forward, fist aimed right square in her face. The fist would connect, causing fragile teeth to shatter from the armoured force of a Primarchs fist, breaking her nose in the process and perhaps a few wheel bones. He was angry but calm, every movement was calculated. He was not simply doing this for fun, he wanted to teach those fighting the Imperium, or even standing in their way would learn the hard way that that would have been the biggest mistake they could make. Father had said to not kill unless needed, this was the sole reason why he had not used his sword to end a life.

As the woman would go flying one last time, he ran right behind her and jumped into the air to deliver one final assault. As she flew into his range he unleashed a flurry of punches at her back as a pace that even a space marine could not keep up with. Perhaps 20 punches had hit her in a span of a few seconds. It was a miracle she would live, but by the will of the Emperor they would keep their word and prevent needless death...however he was close to ending her out of pure hatred for those that dared stop them. He soon landed gracefully on the ground while the woman would fly into the ground full force.

The witch was next...and with that the marines stood back as Dorn charged forward. To hurry to the witch himself as the Guardsman now uselessly floundered around like a fish out of water. Being lucky not to end up crushed. However preparation were nearly complete, City Wide shield generators were soon to be active in just a minute.

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The man was fast, bigger, and faster, She lost her footing, and her sword, the blade of the insanely long blade stabbing into the unstable ground and simnply just sticking there as she had the stuffing beaten from her. When he came at her she weakly brought up her fists as she laid flat on her back, He didint aim to kill, but she could ffeel her body already healing thanks to the Spirit pearl of the Void working overtime to keep her alive. She expecting blackness, the welcoming emptiness of death.

But it never came, her eyes sdnapped open as the first echo of the volcano explsoion hit her and washed over her, momentarily rendering her tomnedeaf she sat up, her bones cracking and repairing just as quickly as her clothing did. She rolled over onto her stomach and spat out a motuhful of blood.

She saw her sword, betwee nthe massivem an, and his target, and he was between her and her sword. It rattled in its solid ground where it was spiked when she dropped it. She pushed herself to her feet as ash started raining around her. She reached out a hand, using the Spirit Pearl of Metal to control her sword it wrenched free of its stonework it lodged in and flew hilt first towards her grasp.

Unfortunatly it also caught the eye of Dorn ass it moved and suddenly flew from its stone. How had she gotten up so quickly. She was simply curious of what was going on, whath ad caused the earthquake, what had caused the ash, what had caused all of this. Only to get beaten up for it ?

Her clothing slowly repaired itself, torn in places herright arm bled a seemingly never ending stream of blood, but she didnt care. She held her sword close, almost like a walking stick actually as it was now sheathed. She stared at Dorn, the massive man had briefly stopped next to the woman causing the whole mess and turned towards her as she caught her sword.

The two stared briefly at one another. And out of nowhere he was once next to the woman at the epicenter of the earthquake, and then..... Her amber eyes went wide as the icecold energies of a powersword slammed into her stomach. All the way to its hiltcrossguard as Dorn stared into her eyes. Crane gave off a soft hiss of pain.

Then.... it happened, As Dorn picked her up by tipping up his sword, the second echo of the supervolcano explsion reached them, its sheer power sent Crane flying off the sword towards a mostly intacted piece of pavement nearby as a building fell ontop of her, seemingly buring her, Dorn smirked and turned back to the witch causing the trouble and once again he stood next to the geomancer.

As Dorn went back to deal with the geomancer, Crane dragged herself out of the rubble and limped away...

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Everyone off the Bus

Four legged bestial creatures ran up the boulevard to the main gate and though fairly sure footed pin-balled off each other's armor. The Jinhai inside these dozen or so Wen numbered easily half a dozen each swelling the creatures to nearly twice their normal size. Almost two stories tall they shrank as Jinhai poured out of them as worms the hovering things ignorant of the shaking darted off to look through buildings for injured Mankind. Other Wen once emptied of all but the last Jinhai to provide motive animus sought injured personnel to replace themselves with. The rear half busied themselves with taking a wide tripod stance before helpless Imperial Guard. While they'd certainly interacted with the Jinhai before a black hand splitting the Wen's chest to reveal an iridescent man-shaped sarcophagus was likely something new. As the Jinhai left the Wen palmed the Guard's chest to ram him inside. There was a moment of unfathomable pain before the Wen's shape took on one that distantly resembled the guard themselves but the size of a space marine. The guard hadn't the particular set of skills to properly direct a transfiguration engine of war.

The instant such a bond revealed such a psyker in their midst a Wen made its way over and the Jinhai disembarked splitting the sarcophagus open for access. A psyker would find its capacity to regulate power a thing that cleared the mind. Its own power supply capable of providing energy to a psyker or merely allowing the psyker to regulate enhanced access to the Warp. The Jinhai simply looked at the Mankind around him before leaving with the body to say, "We will appropriate this psyker for the benefit of the Living Emperor of Mankind and Myrkul's Vein."

The Jinhai as a worm a thing able to rekindle life, especially in husks still suitable, hoisted the body and put it into the sarcophagus. It poured into the wall beside the sarcophagus as the Wen's body closed around it. The Jinhai went to work rekindling the damage done to the psyche as the Wen quietly bounced around and was blasted through things. They were hardy enough and the jostling didn't matter for works of the mind.

Preserve the Unknown

A curious Mankind at the front accosted by the Living Emperor's own gained the interest of the lead Wen. In much the same manner as the guards the Wen thundered up then braced on three legs. The chest split open to reveal the iridescent psionic sarcophagous. Through the side like some hand reaching out an engine block the Jinhai's humanoid form emerged from the black inner surface of the Wen. Though the large armored Wen no longer moved once the Jinhai left it they both largely hovered on legs that quivered largely divorced from the earthquake beneath them as they were. The Jinhai's palm grew a strong grey light as he went about attempting to reconstruct Crane's worst injuries. The Jinhai talked as he worked, "You should wear the Conduit, Mankind. You are grievously harmed."

Boom?

Feidy was about to drop with Alexander when the Volcano blew its top. The pressure wave oncoming he had to hold off just a bit more or potentially hit a building with survivors in it on his way down. Inside the gyroscopically balanced cockpit he just floated while assessing systems to make sure everything was a go.

Hell in a Handbasket

Dwyn couldn't help but watch as some WCA personnel were crushed under falling debris. The ones underneath him working to dislodge the citizens managed to do so just as another building started bearing down on them. He fired the stasis engine inside of Maximus and with a roar of static it consumed both citizens and both personnel into the glowing red lights in Maximus's feet. The bang of the Volcano deafened him and he woke up several seconds later with a click of the mic and screaming in the second sublevel of the city's under works. The damned building hit him like a sledgehammer but Maxiumus was still kicking. He double checked the stasis pods as he felt Maximus was a little hurt by the impact.

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Kinara's eyes widened as the volcano erupted. "Brace!" She screamed into the comm's channel open to her own ships. Regardless of the fact that they were piloted and manned by Droids, they weren't the most durable droids. They did as told, and from the shock wave sent out by the volcano, all twelve ships lurched slightly before correcting themselves. "All shields doubled topside! Block the city as much as you can from falling debris!" She commanded.

The Dropships sent to help also lurched many feet in one direction, but thankfully none of them crashed. Kinara patched herself into the WCA Comm network again. "To anyone who can hear me, the Dropships should be close to the surface now, they will set flares down, follow the green smoke to evac everyone. They'll drop rope ladders - there's no way they can land and stay safe."

With that she moved the Obsidian Eagle closer to the Evac-zone, in a large plaza that was mostly clear of debris from the battle and from the earthquakes. Green smoke flew up into the sky for all to see, and the sides of the Dropships opened, many rope ladders flinging down from either side as they hovered there, the hum of their engines a welcoming sound.

As each one was filled with Civilians and refugees, it would close up the sides, and then head off to go and drop them off in the massive hangar of the Obsidian Eagle.

Again into the WCA comm-line Kinara spoke. "If you need any sort of rubble clearing moved or destroyed for the civilians to have safe passage, let me know, I can coordinate with my ships to destroy any rubble that may be blocking their paths to safety. Jedi Out." with that she was moving quickly through the ship to the Main Hangar to greet the refugees and command the droids to do their jobs of setting up make-shift shelters, passing out water and food, as well as getting the numerous medical droids to work on those who were injured.

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It was utter chaos, everyone they saved another twenty perished because the WCA could not be everywhere at once. Even attempts to limit this led to a mass amount of death. It was gruelling and so self-defeating. Just attempting to prevent further casualties often they were stuck with extreme choices. Choices where they would need to stare at two people and decide who was far more important to save. If these people did survive they would feel like monsters by the end. True they had made the best choice, but it was disturbing, to say the least. Wing City Angels were a symbol, a symbol that meant they would help no matter what.

They took calculated risks and endangered themselves, but the devastation occurring was heart-wrenching. So preoccupied were they in this orgy of pandemonium, Penelope did not pick up the message until minutes afterwards. Just as she was about to respond, a horrible earth-shattering sound reverberated all over.. Everyone in the WCA stopped and eyes timidly turned towards the source, huge sound waves came crashing forward.

The explosion sent many of the WCA flying violently into foundations of buildings. Often so aggressively that when they collided with the hard surface their body was crushed in the impact... Stains of dark crimson covering many structures. Screams of horror and shock. Those flung back not crushed by the sudden impact, instead, their jetpacks exploded leaving them screaming in terror as they crashed to the ground.

Further flaming hot adamantium was cascading through the sky crashing down and further adding to the madness. Ships were desperately trying to avoid, but the problem was it was harder to predict such movement. Especially for larger ships.

Icy Peak had gone off, Penelope knew this was beyond anything they could handle now. First, she patched through to the Star Destroyer, "Yes, do what is necessary we must preserve as much life as possible. My fellows can't stay here any longer this is beyond even our expertise." sending that reply she then patched to Captain Runemold Intercom, "Sir, we need to call a retreat, that blast took our half of our squad alone. But I need the official order, what do we do? And where do we take survivors, just give the word please!"

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Aboard the Cobalt Glaive
The madness that held wing city in it's grip is the enemy we must defeat. So thought Emily as her practiced hands danced across the command panels. It wasn't known to most, indeed only two people, the captain and the former first mate, knew that before the time when she needed to be saved by Ean Falcor, Emily was a prodigy with the Piano. A wonder how fate bends and warps those who walks it's pathways.

And like a Pianist, The Helmswoman played a symphony. The notes brought forth by her hands took the form of the ships and soldiers that followed her commands without question or hesitation. The Captains had been the first pod, and to those below who were floundering in the chaos, they would look up and see the halo of the pod landing.

It's so strange that we are called angels, just because of that. She mused to herself as she played. The energy field that the pods produced made it seems like a falling star was coming down at first, but when the brakes deployed, that falling star would then look to all who saw it from a distance very much like the biblical angels.

The captains was first, but behind him were hundreds of these pods. Launched also were hummingbirds, fighter craft, and troop transports. From the arsenal came floating platforms that were encased in a shield, protecting all within from the chaos around them.

And so on when the Symphony of Salvation, that only Emily could hear, though all could see. Soldiers landed in the madness and chaos, and using their repulsar arrays they created small zones of forced stability. Only about five or six meters in diameter, these zones were made immune and safe from the earthquakes, debris, and general madness. The IMPs scattered, deploying these zones around the WCA personel, civilians, and everyone they could reach. Troop transports then ran along these zones, where the IMPs would work to get civilians aboard to safety.

The Transports then would deposit those people at the floating platforms, where they would be safe until other evac ships could take them further to safety.

To that end, Emily opened beacons on the platforms, and directed those signals to the star destroyers and the Jedi. To them it would be impossible to miss, akin to a big neon sign saying "save us, were here."

And still on the IMPs worked, using their equipment and gear to rip into ruined buildings, and revive those there, performing first aid to seal wounds with such speed that, in one instance at the least a man who had been impaled through the heart by a piece of steel, was revived and his wound patched, so that he would survive long enough to get more in depth care.

And still the girl played on, every keystroke a life saved. For it was this that he had gathered them all, it was this that Ean had forged the IMPs, had crafted the Cobalt Glaive.

She spoke then the motto they held aboard the ship. "Nothing is Hopeless, and all can be saved."

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Into the madness

The Captain Lands.

Ean was about five seconds from impact with the shockwave hit and threw his pod off kilter. The landing was rough and it took him precious minutes to climb out of the wrecked pod. When he did, he braced his legs against the shaking and looked up, holding his hat to his head. He grimaced. "Damn.. Too late." He said, before opening contact with the Cobalt Glaive. "Emily, send a drop ship to the epicenter."

Emily sighed softly, glad he had survived. "Got it, I'll have medical waiting to-"

"Don't bother. Won't be anyone to save." He cut her off, then shut off comms, and began stalking towards the epicenter. The quaking and clattering all about him, but he moved smoothly, as though he knew just how to move to avoid trouble.

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The shockwave. A quake controlled by Tiff -- through force of desperate will but yet controlled. Many contingencies remained inside Elysium's design but none could account a titanic shockwave. In seconds the force heaved a mild interruption of meat off her feet. Any attempt to shield her pounded into billions of shards, leaving her defenseless. Even floating Jinhai driven at speed to hurl ichor from between layers of rubble. Wen are things built to take bludgeoning forces but often things they passed through not so. Armored resilient creatures they pound through vehicles battering rams with crushing wakes. Dispassionate ichor they were Jinhai in puddles of mass made a note of Wens' locations. They'd need parts to rekindle Mankind.

Neither the WCA immune with debris and bodies mounting in the shower of death. Suffering fell from the sky like a hail of guillotines. Glass glints from every hiding spot as molten adamantium dusted sharp spares no santuaries. The force cracks even reinforced buildings of Wing City exploding glass grenades. No housing of souls left whole under that sharp shining storm. Even the resilient rescueras left like the buildings they shelter inside of.

Among a gale seeking blood one being perceives those moments of death's momentum. Where every last shard tore asunder from frames to gut the helpless. that pulse which throws free a master of wind from his place in the sky. Captain Runemold carried along with ragged gleaming scythes to batter the Jinn. Each floor with well-trained people come with him slaughtered like helpless citizens. Still his desperate eyes try to shape wind with forceful wrath away from WCA vehicles. Hard armor could survive a deadly assault from the unmerciful forces of nature. It had to cover them or more so he needed it to. Forced to watch the dutiful clutch innocents as a desperate shield of their bodies. Shrapnel, ignorant of mercy, pounds red geysers through their jetpacks. Comets of blood continued underneath them unabated.

Armor around the vehicles does manage the worst of the blows by their Captain's effort. Shrapnel skitters pale furrows into armor instead of gouts of huddling colors inside. Though lesser vehicles suffer catastrophic harm of forces that hurl them as toy cars. Even below the street issues a groan from a sheltered vehicle, Maxiumus. Thereby Dwyn also shoulders the stress of a pressure wave rocketing through earth. The mutable body flattens to absorb the stress with great pain on Dwyn's part. Most hardened psi-stone under the carapace shatters trying to absorb that force. Even that sheltered armor is not immune.

The quake stopped, if not for resonant shockwaves people could have stood up. Sheer oscillation in a quake this size liquifacts much of the underlayment. Many find themselves swallowed up in the dirt suffocating as a wall beneath them gave way. Some weren't as lucky as Dwyn to have a sturdy housing to provide air to breathe. Much of the buildings that hadn't succumbed found themselves unbalanced. The quake abated as dirt began to solidify the earth not yet enough to save the tallest. A building leaned one stable moment too far, then cracked once. Its spine broken a shadow of the shockwave hurls itself downward to carve earthen graves.

At first Tiff makes one happy breath until the power having nowhere to release cracks her shadow as well. Pent up amounts of critical raw energy that hit her entire body far more than one human soul can contain.

This is how Elysium killed if power was not released as growth upon growth until the person succumbs. This process known by the few experts in the field as Arcanus Overload. That was the danger and why Elysium was such a cruel drug. It is why it affected magic users wherever their power came from. It's essential driver removed all mental and physical restraints abilities had. With nothing to prevent power overwhelming the user or worse. It could also drive one to permanent brain damage by sheer amounts of knowledge they receive all at once. This is why to become a great mage one had to study long and hard along years not minutes or seconds. Power unrestrained all at once was always going to be dangerous. Used in conjunction with Elysium it was a death sentence of the highest order. Even intel caste gardeners in the city used to noxious drugs and chemicals were yet affected. Even they hadn't produced a true antidote. In their metabolism a mere adaption to survive it. This was after several had detonated verdigris lichen over several buildings.

Wen dispersed through the crowd looking for healthy creatures suitable to become conduits. Those in a state of panic would do little to bond with a Wen. Though the Wen limit themselves by this in their efforts knew well enough who would survive to bond. The Jinhai inside knowing full well the humankind at the center of a ley node would not survive. They had little time. Particular among the screaming masses were those with panic but direction, focus. Though Jinhai provided an animating force the Wen's motivations remained primal at best. It locked onto the first worker standing tall among others and looking up not in fear but duty.

Veronica Perlo looked into the eyes of their doom focused on radioing to her commander. As well as the massive destroyer hovering over the city. Unconcerned and looking the wrong direction to see the rumbling quadruped thumping closer. The last thud planted two huge clawed feet into shaking earth underneath her. Its chest split open into a technicolor throat a sarcophagous still undamaged. This human shaped socket a thing built to digest every potential a conduit could be. It launched into the air with an agile leap the chest-maw pounding closed over a flitting bug. The ferromass and psi-stone platemail chest hauled her out of the air into darkness.

A painful drag through ruined streets Crane felt a second echo as a shockwave rams her into pavement. Stumbling, for the moment, deaf as a stone with blood clouding her vision. Using her sword as a walking stick she kept her feet but only so long. Something was wrong. She dragged herself through a ruined storefront. Then she felt it. Heard it actually, energy was building up.

Uh oh...

Unfortunately this left innocent Tiff in poor state that distended even immutable souls. Overwhelming power grew to colossal levels that it squirmed veins below her aura. The soul attempted with futility to contain the immense forces flowing through her. Sick cracks formed in mind, soul, and body as black veins distorted her aura. Void now stretched a harsh gulf into a soul to contain a new ley node the whole of nature wished to cram itself inside.

As conduits for the will her limbs suffered most veins turgid and flesh bulging. In them screams of power desiring release forced from her soul. Even if someone tried to meet the onrush a world venting through the unfit made it impossible. The sheer force required in magic to swim upstream. All could only watch in horror as nature ruined a lithe girl into a vessel of grotesque power. Screaming, crying, begging, she wept as nature forced into her all that blood on stone created. Ranges of tragic emotions flooded a face incapable of expressing the variety. Even if the muscles there weren't swollen and useless to unrecognizable humanity.

It felt like hours, but it was seconds... nature waited for no one even as time had all the moments there ever were. An eternity needed for such a small human mind to direct such force. Nature's simple directness took as many moments of pain in her as required. Every slow moment perfect and acute even as individual muscle fibers tore. New canyons eroded in dusky flesh terrain from the rivers of pain unleashed. Veins poured out as much suffering as they could as new splits opened with suffering as their herald.

Though nature and stone knew no sense of limit the ley node they found themselves inside must suffer. She bulged distended like a growing caldera before the immortal soul gave way. Death of the immaterial poured out like the dark reflection of a fire bomb. Muscles expand to horrid lengths as flesh lost all regulation in the face of raw creative power. Veins fail to direct life and turn instead to geysers as flesh in some twisted nuclear wasteland. All while injected to her the fear of death, abject horror, and agony flooding her mind. All those contribute that watch precious ones die if not spread as red stains across stone.

SPLAT...


Like the supervolcano she spawned her body musters one last heave. Flesh and soul gave their last then kicked her into the deeper dark few ever return from. Admantite as the bones and organs of an elder mountain rain down as the viscera on its way out of her body to meet them. Horrific smells thrown into a city redolent only to death itself thick between ash floating in a bloodied sky. Those that witness it vomit as the only sane response the mind had left to pour those images free. Others turn away to made sign of a cross or other symbols. As if there were a Diety here that chose to help and did not instead made silence.

This was not how people desired the outcome let alone those that knew of the girl. Both wanted an end of this some with her survival but few that wished for this aftermath. That the one through which this was wrought now but bloody, messy, stains on buildings and the floor. Rivulets of blood everywhere as if the ground had to suffer the cries once contained in her body. Some even added tears of their own the violence and sorrow so vented in that blood a soul's final cry.

So preoccupied by the death people did not see the pulsating globe left behind. Crackling purple energy of shocks flying out in violent gouts as it rose from the remains of Tiff.

Ten feet tall clad in white psistone a version of Veronica writ large widened ceramic eyes in horror. A soul rekindled screamed through the pale form, "IT'S GOING TO BLOW!"

The clone closest to Tiffany blew back after her shield shatters. Her eyes flew wide. A crack sounded throughout the area as her crystal composition cracked. Her right arm fell off, and her form had fracture lines throughout it. The adaptive clone had only wove the last part of the finished seal, but it had been too late. Now the magical violence leaves her to attempt to reform.

The other 4 Crystal Release clones fair better. The clone with the most chakra blows back, but is able to reform quick enough. One of the others took on attributes of an Earth Shadow Clone. Gathering up the ground around her to snake through her body. It brought that clone back together. Third and fourth clones activate their armor to survive those brutal onslaughts that assault them.

Mizuno's strongest clone groans with a voice that shakes, her eyes opening. The dim light rushes in, particles of debris and ash floating in the air before her, almost small enough and in quantity to look like smoke. Still, Something felt... wrong.

Her body sprawled out with limbs twisted in a painful manner. Blinking to gather her thoughts now knew her reformation hadn't come along with a rearrangement of limbs. Grunts follow the sound of bones cracking heard as she twisted her head back into position. 'Bones' move beneath her skin like rigid serpents. Her arms twisting around as if they lack support snapping roughly back into place.

"Ow." She murmured, rising up, and standing. Her dojutsu, with its 360 degree vision and special attributes, could see the third shockwave coming. The massive orb behind her was the most surprising thing. Mizuno turned in Tiff's last mount of power, staring at the orb, now seeing the energy that was inside of the girl. Disrupted by pure wild magic, the clones shatter into crystal the chakra returning to the primary body far away in a deep forest.

Poor Tiff broke apart from sheer pent up injury wrought by pent up magic yet cause carnage with that distended charnel. Some parts of her, namely the feet and rib cage, slung hard and far. They slam into Crane sending the woman to the still shaking ground. Turning aside Crane spat up blood from the hit and strength of its power. Pushing herself to her feet she felt the next shockwave echo coming... fast. At least until a large creature pounded its way out of a building and shook off the stone.

The Wen, thrown free by the shockwave, still executed its final order. Stand over the human and open for her. Crane, the specific one in question, saw it trundled over to the injured woman. The stocky Wen anchored itself to the earth violent violet energy behind it ignored. The Wen's chest split open once more revealing the iridescent humanoid housing inside.

Poor Tiff broke apart from sheer pent up injury wrought by pent up magic yet cause carnage with that distended charnel. Some parts of her, namely the feet and rib cage, slung hard and far. They slam into Crane sending the woman to the still shaking ground. Turning aside Crane spat up blood from the hit and strength of its power. Pushing herself to her feet she felt the next shockwave echo coming... fast. At least until a large creature pounded its way out of a building and shook off the stone.

The Wen, thrown free by the shockwave, still executed its final order. Stand over the human and open for her. Crane, the specific one in question, saw it trundled over to the injured woman. The stocky Wen anchored itself to the earth violent violet energy behind it ignored. The Wen's chest split open once more revealing the iridescent humanoid housing inside.

As Dorn and his marines stumbled out of the ruined buildings, Dorn himself receives vital feedback from his newfound psychic mind. Not only did he feel the rampancy of wild magic but knew that there would be many more explosions following it. Hand raised to his helmet but a bit scratched from the impact he contacted Imperial Guard command in the city. "Commissar come in, this is Rogal Dorn of the Imperial Fists. Order all your men and sound the evacuation. Get civilians and personal to nearby teleported homers where my ship can revive them. Those who can not send them to your bunker complexes underground. It will still be dangerous though a small chance is better than no chance at all. Emperor protect us." Dorn spoke into his combed which sent a Vox to the Commissar in charge.

Dorn felt the presence of the witch disappear, however, which left him to prepare to ride the echoes. Dangerous indeed without any structure to shelter them. "Brothers, hunker down. We have to hold strong against nature itself..." The marines soon knelt down stabbing a knife into the ground in silent kneeling prayer to the God Emperor. Dorn himself did the same. He stabbed his chainsword into the ground and knelt down in prayer.

Back at Imperial command, Commissar Ciaphas Cain had received the Vox from Rogal Dorn. Jen in return sent a world wide Imperial signal. "Attention all citizens and soldiers, this is Commissar Ciaphas Cain of the Imperium. This is not a drill, head to a designated Teliporter Homer if possible. If not head to a local guardsman outpost and head underground. This is not a drill, message repeat." The Commissar put the message on loop and sounded the sirens. Once done he leapt over of his chair where his personal aid Gunner Jurgen held open an underground hatch. It lead to the underground part of the command Center. As Cain jumped in his nose already caught his aid stepping down with him along with the closing of the hatch. Both descended down the ladder. Being stuck with surgeon was not the most pleasant experience for him, but if was a far cry from ending up dead.

Out on the streets, Guardsman motioned for civilians to evacuation zones. They had precious seconds yet they would use every last second necessary to get as many people to safety. "Everyone keep orderly! Panicking will only kill you and everyone around you! Once inside keep down and pray to the Emperor if possible." Those nearby bunkers ushered in civilians. It could have been their tomb, or would have saved them. A chance is what everyone wanted. Three hulking guardsmen crammed inside Wen gave those chances in by carrying the injured in disabled vehicles. As tall as space marines they were now pilots of things that could suffer a great deal of punishment.

For some centers, a Teliporter Homer began to beam up people aboard the strike cruiser 'Fist Of Dorn'. Either there or any other vessel prepared in orbit to receive civilians and armed personnel. Time was running short. Every life saved was another person not caught in the eventual apocalypse on the planet. Those unable to find safety, the only thing offered to them was a small prayer..."Emperor preserve us all." Many Guardsman muttered this as they were still outside safety trying to keep civilians moving.

Kinara could feel a tremendous strain in the Force around her. Something a terrible wrongness is going on in the city beneath. Yet, receiving confirmation of turbolaser use to clear debris for evacuation, she gave the order. The Seven Venator Class Star Destroyers above the city open fire on designated targets. Entire buildings vaporize by super-heated plasma forming the path to the evac zone. There gunships and transports hovered waiting for the civilians who could climb the rope ladders to do so.

The tension that swells below reached toward a climax, and the Jedi blinked, gasping before slamming her fist onto the comms. "All hands, brace!" she yelled. The droids she used to pilot her ships and transports were not the most durable of things. They had a bad habit of breaking down on the stupidest things. Still, on proper warning, they could survive even the blast of a large nuclear bomb if well covered and ready. Kinara herself grabs onto a stabilizing bar on the bridge and held on tight. Tiff's body shook it as she let out the power that so wanted such desperate escape.

The Shockwave a thing of true scale made even the entirety of the Obsidian Eagle give a drunken lurch to one side. As if she'd taken a ram by a smaller ship. The nose of the Star-Destroyer points upwards the whole thing pushed backwards a good fifty-plus meters. Finally stabilizing the shields shimmer with a sluggish recharge of density from the blast.

Kinara stood, knocked over from her standing position and onto the floor of the bridge. "Status report!" she yelled. All systems were green but the shields had taken a big hit. They weren't at full power, and as such were near a wiped out black. Dropships though while scattered by the blast were luckily undamaged by it. They return to their positions to help evacuate citizens. The Venators also affected, if only a tad, shook by gentle rocking by the force of the blast. They pause for a moment from new debris and rubble. The path blocked of the civilians trying to escape on the gunships. Blasting returned in efforts to create another, wider new path. One smooth enough for Gunships and Transports to actually be able to land. Land they did, quick to fill up with civilians before closing. They then took off for sanctuary in the Obsidian Eagle and her main hangar bay. By now Kinara was booting up every Medical Droid she could get her hands on. She assisted every facility they had in every way she could.

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Resonant arcane power gone to a swollen riot of wild magic continued to grow in power. The land itself incited to madness by a drug of singular evil. It fuels growth to sizes of a church dome and larger still. Energies loosed of the many colors the ley dance across the strange magical globe of power. All in search of any avenue of release. The ground under it creaks under strange and ineffable magics pressing with an inexpressible weight when....

Everything simply stopped......

Then it happened. The supervolcano even if distant issued a third echo. The pushing inviolable tide trampling over and through trees in its wake and speed. As it neared Wing City time seemed to slow to a crawl and silence reigned. Sounds of horrifying volume slam into the pent up dome of wild Elysium fueled magic. Such force meeting the dome sent a sound from the explosion at first nothing but a consonant tone. Then the avenue of creation inserted forced arcane creation all at once. Wild magic sparked once the bolt before thunder of bright ethereal bluish pink. Then massive energies pent up in that globe thundered at the air like a sonic boom.

As quick as the sonic boom rocked the skulls of everything with first, second, or third eyes it exploded. With such power everything within clear sight sears by magic into stone. All small things thrown aside like so much cinders and ash. Sheer force discordant magic uncontrolled topples buildings, rips up streets, and flung cars into the air. Even brief magical tornadoes that drill themselves into the ground before dying out. Somewhere near the mountain a black flame sucks up into the ley and murdered the core of those wild storms.

It took such inconceivable forces of titanic wild energy to knock Dorn and his remaining Marine brothers flat on their asses due to sheer energy pent up in the magic. It was as if a sun had exploded in the dead center of the pent up wild magic. It even pushed the bombastic leader of the WCA like a leaf before the wind. The shockwave a Jinn could weather but the sheer burning rage in wild magic cleared away any hint of clouds. A Jinn forged from man returned to what he once was. The riot of power destabilizing an ascended form returning him to humankind. The Jinhai watched and waited behind walls strong enough to take the blow of wild magic. They could tell the dangers of such an event and took cover. The leader pounded out of the sky yet in the sights of Jinhai. Each waits to pour through the riotous air to save him from impact.

Which, in a way, it was a simple thing in that of a wild storm.

Coupled with inital shockwaves of the supervolcano's third echo the wild magic's explosion increases thirty fold. Magic pours from a gaping wound cut in the arteries of Terra's body. Released from the prison of concordant stability the planet's lifeblood rushed away with a felon's fervor. It burned through and inside of everything in its path.

Everything, and everyone.

As the Wen opened up next to her but said nothing Crane looked at it confused. What the? Struggling back to her feet in that exact second might prove to be her undoing. So was the riot of energy unleashed at that exact second. Far behind her or even the Wen and a cadre of helpful souls an explosion flares. So strong that it forces her from earth with the sheer heat of the magic alone. Hurled with great rage along with the Wen through calamitous air. They pound, Crane first, dead straight through steel and cement walls a meter thick a hundreds of meters away.

Smashed through the wall into a safe the force sees no interruption to its strident punch. The strike throws them with ease out the other side while the Wen slammed into the opposing wall. Through the one its reinforced hindquarters only got most of the way through the second wall. The wash of the pent up wild magic and third echo of the shockwave corked behind it to wash past them. Crane landed back in the ruined street, where she landed reformed into broken dirt of a road. The Wen implored help looking at her through the wall like a bulldog unable to get its butt through a doggie door. It a plaintive whine much like a canine would as limited from speech as it was.

The Energies outisde the ship ran wild over shields struggling to recharge. Gentle shakes push the ship now and then but still Refugees and civilians poured in by the hundreds. Each dropship and gunship arrived and left working over time. Kinara turned towards the source of the energy and narrowed her eyes. She could feel it. The Force calls to her through that fissure through which Magic Energy poured out. It was a focal point not only magical energies but also for the Force.

Quick moments led her to a Meditation Chamber on the lower decks of the Obsidian Eagle. She sat upon the comfortable padded pedestal legs crossed and eyes closed. Quick to let herself go she fell into the embrace of the Force. Through her eyes the eyes the world seen by the eyes of the Living Force. She was able to get close to the nexus without harming herself and feel its unbridled, untapped power. This needed to soothing, like a crying child.

Taking in a deep breath she looks deeper a measured effort began a, albeit steady, affect the force from which the Magic poured forth. Altering the flow of the very Force in the area. Sweat beads all across her body as she did this; but she didn't meditate for ten hours a day multiple times per week for nothing. She had to do this. Those with even the slightest connection to the Force would be able to sense her power. It radiates like a healing spring from the Obsidian Eagle as she meditated. The Jedi Ritual, as she would soon take to calling it, would be something she taught only to those with the patience. Those that could dedicate themselves to such rigorous meditation practices.

Her hair and even clothes began to shift and rise as she continued her work. While the change wasn't drastic it shored enough to help protect some of the weaker people around the nexus. At least to allow them to get to a safer distance, where they too could evacuate or find their own way out. Every life saved today was a win for Kinara. The sheer force of the magic, which shook and pushed many away, ebbs. Part of what was making it so violent was beginning to subside: A well-spring of Force Energy, one that Jedi and Sith alike could tap into. Kinara let out a grunt and gritted her teeth as she strained. Wrestling with it and continuing with patience to gain control over said wellspring. She lessened the effect it had on the rest of the magical energy spewing forth causing so much damage.

The effects of Kinara's efforts felt most acute on the Obsidian Eagle herself. Shaking that made many rescued civilians sick had ceased. Or had at least become so minuscule that they were not a bother to them any longer. This also aided Kinara as the vibrations threatened to interrupt her meditation. Shields began to trickle recharges again as the air around the ship shimmered. Systems strained as they attempted to get back to one hundred percent.

A man such as Ean Falcor shows only determined calm as he walks through chaotic madness in explosions and energy rushing past. Beyond seeing a slight distance in front of him it was as if there was a wall through which nothing could pass. Every step he took took him closer to the center of the blast from where the onrushing energies issued. An inexorable march though harsh and overpowering forces that contend against him. An iron willed determinator forges an insurmountable barrier as he strode through a wrathful planet's surface. Nothing can deny him from his goal at this point so incensed at once again having been too late.

In the temporary respite between aftershocks Jinhai began shuffling out of buildings. Black ichor squirmed out from between walls and through rubble. Smoky ichor then formed into small humanoid bodies to regain agency. Each ran through holes and flow through rubble to pull out chunks what was once humankind. Indiscriminate and unemphatic in their work some weaved psimass threads among cries of pain. Bags within which to ensconce bleeding masses. Others shap psistone cases to contain the broken bodies with thrones of mankind still yet undamaged. Each in consideration to be rekindled.

Past all this carried the body of Michael Runemold. Sacks of legs and arms bearing the telltale WCA mark soiled crimson. Atop shoulders crushed by rubble or severed by glass. A finer bag containing digits or bits of hand. The gleaming engagement ring of a doctor that at a cusp to start the next journey of their life. All but charnel meat sorted and organized by creatures with four grey holes for eyes. Each moves quick but with neither haste nor regard for fading life. Something in the quiet too deep told him their hands had him as well. His eyes couldn't move from the vacant stare even if they were able assuming his frame could still want to. There was but a burning cold in his chest like hoarfrost climbing through his veins. It held him down like a leaden weight anchoring his memories and soul to bloodied ground.

Earlier, diligent creatures waited for the pulse of wild magic to pass. They retrieve Runemold from falling to his doom as silent floating worms that dart from shattered buildings. Only to place him next to the screaming mouths and dead eyes of his own rescuers. They were easy to identify because of the similar armor. Some pale eyes pointed at Runemold had too much a hopeless vacancy the throne of mankind too ruinous. The heads moved into a pile unfit for rekindling and used for parts. Like so much rotten meat many eyes and skull parts dismantled with agile blades from dark-gloved fingers. Meat puzzles to reassembled by agile-fingered cloaked humanoids.

Runemold raged though his mouth didn't want to comply. The Wing City Angels came here so this didn't have to happen! Then he heard something break the silence with a thunderous crack from above like the voice of the sky. The thump of the heart in his own chest came with a tingling screams in all muscles. As well as one forceful lament that burned out from his lungs on its own. These 'Jinhai' denied him the peace of death he so much deserved for his failure to protect his own. As he turned his eyes upward both accusing and remorseful he could see they didn't understand the tears in his eyes. Repairing the fresh dead was their purpose as much as his was to prevent them from becoming such. The grey remorseless glow unmoved by all that death much less his sorrow.

A plain dusty tongue dry of all emotion came from above, "Return to the Living Emperor, Essencekind. Your task is not yet done."

Runemold sat up though every muscle protested at the true peace so recently denied. Grey stitches of airy material now held his wounds together. It took everything in him to look at his comrades bleeding beside him. He found himself in the center of row after row in a throng of ruined dreams and dead eyes. That same glinted ring caught his grieving eye a row ahead of him from another staring in horror at it. Two rings glinted at her from each hand. The Jinhai used the arm from her fiancee to rebuild her crushed appendage. The widow could only stare at them and weep.

As Crane looked towards the Wen stuck in the vault she half smiled. The motion drips blood into her right eye cleared away with a bloodied hand before going to the Wen. The poor thing was stuck. She noticed then the slithering remains of a Jinhai that tried to heal her. A tentative hand went to her sternum where Dorn had rammed his powersword through her. Not feeling any injury as even her clothing was rewoven. She dragged herself over to the Wen, the poor thing whined like a pup. It looked like a bulldog someone whacked in the face thirty or forty times with a sledge hammer to be honest.

Crane hadn't a terrible fondness of dogs, or cats, as she preferred birds for some reason. Her father had a parrot and beautiful Blue Makaw too. Yet she stood before the Wen within arms reach as the third shockwave hit her. By that point she'd taken one of the Wens paws in her slender hands and started pulling. Parts of the building above started to collapse onto them. Somehow the bits of disturbance shy away from hitting them. She first tried pulling the Wen by its two front paws, straining her back as she pulled to no avail.

A gentle touch of Crane's hand set the Wens paws back on the broken pavement. She sighed and took a deep breath, she saw then what she had blasted through. Sheer steel walls, insulated by a meter of concrete and rebar, with a sheer steel wall on the INSIDE of the vault as well. Metal and earth combined to hold something together which she blasted clean through. But a larger Wen did not.

Crane took a deep breath and nodded at the task. Stepping up to what held the Wen in place she put her hands to the steel that it shied back from her touch. Quick with her Spirit Pearls form for a moment around her and the Wen she began to part the steel and cement wall. The bank vault peeling away so the Wen could get free. With a sudden crack of power the bank vault wall crumbled from her touch and she sprang back as the Wen crawls free. The battered woman had little energy left. Now a time for blacking out the Wen was by her side ready to scoop her within for safety. The iridescent lining nothing but stars reflecting the fading sky of her mind. The Wen pulled her in though she felt little if any pain from joining with it. Now serving as a newfound brain it now carried that left it with one thing on its mind. Get to safety with all haste.

The Wen's surface perturbed and cracked as it adapted to the rider. As it lopes away at speeds a ton creature ought not be able thick white feather-shaped layers appear. A beak extrudes out of its forehead and large round eyes appear. An owlbear pounds across the landscape and through obstacles heading away. Away to a destination nameless to the Wen but known to its new mind.