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Woman in hospital bed

Taryn couldn’t believe that she had been stuck recovering in her room for the past three weeks. Well that was how long she was told she had been there. She had only been awake for the last little while. It really sucked balls. But at least it gave her time to do a lot of reading and research. She at least had had some time to go over the flight manual for the jet, although there was a lot more to learn about flying. She couldn’t believe that she could fly. That was so cool. But she needed to log some more hours. Maybe there was a flight simulator on Caprica Island?

And while she was stuck in bed she could do some much needed research on the “Taryn” from whatever alternate timeline/universe they were in. If there was one thing she could do well, it was research, especially researching on the internet. She spent a lot of time researching her life, trying to figure out if there were any part of this Taryn’s history that was the same as hers. Same childhood, same school, same friends, it all seemed the same up until after SFU. It looked like she had applied to do Museum Studies in the UK. So that explained how she got to the UK. It made sense to her why she worked for the British Museum and the Smithsonian. But she couldn’t figure out what her connection to Mi-6 was. She looked at the Mi-6 logo on her staff. She wasn’t sure if she should try to research Mi-6 on Caprica Island computers. She must be some kind of agent, that man that had talked to her through her earpiece and who had spoke to her after the tunnel rescue had given her commands like he had done so before. And he told her to continue with her mission to be a part of the superhero organization. She wasn’t sure if she should reveal that information to anyone else. But she was still herself, why shouldn’t she be talking to her friends about this? Her head hurt thinking about it.

She debated whether she should tell the person she assumed to be her handler what had happened. Did she know what had happened? She needed to figure out a few more things before she revealed that information to him.

Researching magic might be a different story. Magic obviously was real in this world. She wondered if magic use was public knowledge and if there was a lot of information online. She had a magic staff with a Mi6 logo. Did that mean that there was a magic organization in Mi6 or in the UK? Was it a secret organization or was there information about them online. She would try to research it online and see if there was any information on Caprica Island. Maybe she could ask Tobias Black. He seemed to radiate magic. She needed to know if there were other magic organizations or if there was a world organization with different chapters. Yet another question to ask her dream man. She sighed.

She spent hours on the internet and in the facility researching. She wondered if she had a diary. She had various diaries herself although she found it hard to keep them going all the time. She assumed that if she did have a diary, that a lot of it was just for her cover identity, but some of it must be true. She must have a work phone or laptop somewhere in her belongings. She began to look for it in her room. It might be there or it might be in a Mi6 headquarters somewhere, ensuring her cover identity wasn’t blown. She assumed that she had submitted mission reports of her time as a spy; she would have to try to get access to those somehow.

She reasoned that even in her “cover” life, there must be useful information online. She was married. She knew that. She had found her wedding ring in the belongings that had been sent to her. She figured that a major life event such as that would yield at least some clues. She scoured over pictures on Facebook of the wedding. She assumed that colleagues and friends from her spy life would have attended. She hoped to at least find out what they looked like and what their names were. She didn’t recognize many of the people tagged in the photos. But finally she found the man who must be her handler. Sean Connery. At least she had something to go on. She looked at pictures of her husband Lord William Pemberly online. He really was quite hot. She got the sense that she didn’t see him that often, but her handler had said they would cover for her absence. There were several videos posted on Facebook of the wedding including the speeches at the reception. She found out that she had met him while doing archaeological work at one of his family castles. Did they have a good marriage? They seemed happy in the wedding videos. Did he know about her other identities? Maybe he would have some more information. It would be nice to see him, she thought. It really sucked that due to her recovery, she had been stuck on Caprica Island for the last 3 weeks and hadn’t been able to go see him. They must have been intimate previously right? She looked forward to doing that. She felt a twinge of guilt at that thought. Her mind was drawn to the mysterious man of her dreams. She had no idea who he was, yet she felt a closeness to him. Did she have feelings for him? Why did she trust him so much? Why was he being tortured? It seemed like an episode of Supernatural or something. He had provided a few clues but she was so out of it, she hadn’t been able to respond to him or ask questions. She needed to try to contact him again, either while awake or asleep. He must have the answers she was looking for. Okay she had read some books on lucid dreaming, she could do this.

She needed training in magic and figure out what that man in her dreams had meant when he said all magic has a cost. She didn’t want the same thing to happen to her that had made her stuck in bed for three weeks. Maybe she could draw energy for her magic from other sources? Maybe she could research magic here at the island? She had to make contact with her dream man again. Maybe there was information about magic here on the island? Tobias Black had a magic aura. She would have to ask him about magic or if he wasn’t there, she could see if he had any information on magic on the island.

She wanted to tell him what had happened to her. She also had a lot of questions to ask him.

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Caprica returned

October 26th 2012 – 9:18am

An exhausted Legion appears on the island and works its way to the Command Centre. Movements appear sluggish as if the robot were tired from his journeys. Without stopping the Mech heads straight to the main communications lab, quickly televisions are turned on and set to multiple countries local news stations, all channels are recording, he may need evidence later before they are edited and deleted. Quickly he plugs into the main server and creates a backup of all information gathered so far, then begins to look for patterns. As he does this he checks in for messages

“Earth Guard, we require your assistance!”
“Please hurry!”

The message range from South Africa, Iowa, Newfoundland and even Mexico… but that would be treating the symptom now… he needs to focus on the problem or a lot more people were going to die

“Vatican Jet is on its way, should be landing around 1:23pm”

This should be interesting he thought to himself as checked the status of Sparrows Jet… departed Australia should be landing by 1:45pm…

Castellean and the Cosmic Dart were in Newfoundland, they would make the Rendezvous, but were anxious about leaving… they didn’t understand the scale of this yet… he wasn’t sure if he did… he was tired… he needed sleep… after a few more simulations

Earth Guard Assemble

Earth Guard Assemble, This is a Priority 1 Request sent by Legion you are requested at Caprica Island at 2:07pm on Oct 26th 2012. This is a Global issue, information will be sent to you as it becomes available… please hurry

Look Up in the Sky?

Bart sat in his room, over the month he had tried several times to “commune with Bobo” it had little affect and was unnerving. The chimp didn’t speak to him directly, but often sent waves of sadness of giddiness for nor foreseeable reason. Sometimes Bart would find himself wandering the island or scratching at a tree with no memory of why he was doing it or for how long. His instincts or Bobos instincts seemed to have a great deal of sway with his actions.

The month had revealed a lot about himself and these powers he had… he had spent a good deal of time testing his powers and learning how to control them. He had even spent time trying to reach Taryn in whatever sickness that had touched her… the doctor had informed him that she was on the mend now, but the ordeal made him nervous… there had been no root cause to her sudden illness, could they all be exposed to whatever it was?

He wandered the cliffs along the northern edge of the island; the sea crashed against the rocks a hundred feet below, it soothed him. Slowly he allowed his mind to drift out into the sea and take him to another place and time; it was then that he began to hear the hum


over and over the sound came to him, it seemed to start in the sky but quickly began to bounce off the water. He raced back to the Command Centre and quickly found Mendez

“the sound… what is that sound!” he thought at the man… Mendez gave him a curious look

“What sound Mr. Bobo?”

“The Humming, the groan… what is making that… it’s almost deafening!” he was agitated, his instincts caused him to smack the ground and jump as he psychically yelled at the man. Mendez stopped and listened hard as another groan happened

“I hear nothing sir” he shrugged sympathetically.

Bart hurried out again to the cliffs to watch and listen as the humming occurred he cast him mind out trying to determine what was going on… what was happening. The sky continued to hum as the jeep pulled up behind him. Ms. Swanson got out and approached him

“Mr. Bobo?” he turned and looked at her

“LEGION has contacted the Command Centre, he says there is a global emergency… he needs the Earth Guard to Assemble” Bart nodded at this and joined her in the jeep. The entire group should hear about this.

Against the White Knight: Second Movement

This time he followed the jeep picking up h2o bottles and moving them along with a livestock tank hovering over his head providing shade.

Officer Ricardo Mendez was where he said he woudl be – having overcome his shock of a telepathic chimp – and waited as Mr. Bobo turned over each vehicle outside the old ranch shack. As the men came pouting out they stumbled and stalled in euphoria. All except one, the one in the White Stetson jumped on his waiting stallion and rode off. AS two quads ridden by officers came through a stand of mosquite and saltpine the dust cloud framin their uniforms and mirrored shades. The six neb are easily restrained.

END RESULT: Headline “Mental Monkey Manipulates Police”

Against the White Knight: First Movement

Mr. Bobo already knew what was ahead the circling buzzards, the smell of arsenic luced coyote urine. But this time it was not just another bloated corpse blankened and crisp on the grabel between creosote brush and nopale clusters he caught the scent of gunsmoke and beer, cheap beer, Coors Light. Peering over the ramble of pink granite he spotted the two ment, their pink skin glistening with sweaty stubble and heat rash – gimme caps pulled down to shade the eys hunting rifles held hap hazard – “My Earth!” he thought “does humanity hold no respect for life or death”. The shots heard had not been at a living human… These men had used the blosted corpse for target practive. As he slipped into the mind of the one laughing man, fingering his snoose can, images of a drunken night 4 × 4 ride through the desert tossing out h2o bottles, shift to the image of a group of these men all white, all drunk, all laughing as they dumped the powder into the bottles -through the window of the shack he could see a neon flashing “The Knotty Pine Motel”. As he slipped into the other mind – a horrible scene of rape of a corpse.

Mr. Bobo watched as the man pointed his rifle at the other/ He could feel the man resisting his mind being forced to pull the trigger and fire directly into the other foot. Next their quads rose into the air about 60 feet and dropped one then the other – completely disabled. Mr. Bobo leaves not even concerned about stealth as the two barely perceptive and now enraged/confused and distracted men, he only wondered how they would like the h20 they found placed along the tracks – or if they would die of thirst.

The fire across the street from the Knotty Pine Motel was minor but what teh 1st responders found opened a can of worms…

Tunnel (the Aftermath)

Taryn flopped to her side, and sighed a breath of relief; it had been three weeks and that had been the most energy she’d been able to expend. It had been perhaps the most wretched time in her life; having experienced all the wonders of Caprica’s washroom facilities, that had been bad enough, but quickly she had become too weak to drag herself to the washroom, the island staff had called in a doctor and nurse to care for her. Walking to the washroom quickly became too much and so bed pans were needed. Eating was the next thing to go, and so IV’s had been put into place. What had happened to her? Was she going to die? She spent more and more time unconscious and there she was tortured by visions of a screaming man, calling her name for help, but even in her dream she felt drained and tired. At one point Bart visited her dreams, or perhaps he awake… it was hard to tell her spirit and mind were lethargic and didn’t possess the energy to form coherent thoughts, slowly her dream realm began to fade, her world began to get smaller and darker as her mind lost control of the forms that forged its reality.

Then it was black, and silent, she lay their alone in the dark. Waiting to die? Wondering if she was dead? It was impossible to tell. And then she felt it, the smallest surge of energy, as if someone lit a candle and illuminated the area immediately in front of her. She knew it was a man who held the candle, but the light did not extend to his face, he worn a grey suit, but the details were hard to see.


“Taryn…” his voice was like honey “… are you so quick to forget our lessons?” she didn’t have the strength to think; he must have sensed it because he didn’t wait for a response. “All Magic has a cost… Energy expended must eventually have a source. You may be able to use my powers without consequence, but yours still pay the blood toll… my poor sweet Taryn… you almost killed yourself for those people… had it not been for our link… well I am sure you know what would have happened” her mind reeled from his words, but still she hadn’t the strength to respond. “you have weathered the worst of it now, but I would not tempt the fates again, remember the consequences are not always physical… and that ALL MAGIC HAS A COST” His voice boomed throughout her mind and the force of his words extinguished her candle. It wasn’t until she awoke that she discovered she’d been unconscious for almost a week.

She feebly reached out and grabbed her bowl, gritting her teeth she managed to lift the bowl, she felt like Duncan lifting the bus in the tunnel, at least she seemed to put forth the same will carefully she willed her other hand to grasp the spoon and lift it to her mouth… she would eat… her strength was doubling every day, she’d be back to herself within the week, and she’d learned her first lesson in magic… beware the cost.

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