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Saga and Christi's Journey part 6 - Scrying

Saga's peaceful sleep was not dreamlesss, of course. Saga found himself standing on a wide set of battlements under the night sky, filled with stars and the light of two moons.
   "Nice night, isn't it?"
   Saga turned and saw that the owner of the voice was none other than General Xane, looking not as a ghost, but as he was in life.
   "Xane! what are you doing in my head?"
   "You know Saga, I think you've violated one of the tenets of the code of the High Paladins."
   "Which one?"
   "Honesty. Not only to others, but to yourself. I've seen you hide the pain that has been caused to you before, and I sense the sadness you carry with you even now. Why couldn't you just let it out?"
   "To some it would be a show of weakness."
   "Weakness! Emotions are not a weakness but a basic cornerstone of the soul! Emotions are one of the things that separate us as sentient beings! Our reason separates us from the animals and our emotions are what separates us from machines. Are you a machine, Saga?"
  "No, but who would accept such a display?"
   "That girl will. Her race is based on benevolence and understanding towards others. She will not only accept it, but help you through it. You can always trust her guidance. She will never lead you astray. Which means, you really should eat more."
   "*laughs* Thanks, old friend."
   "Hey, what are friends for?"

   With that, Saga awoke, finding Christi waiting for him by the door.     "Saga, we should go get breakfast before the crowd gets there."
   "All right, I'm coming."
   Over breakfast, which Christi ordered for him so Saga would get what he needed, Saga started a conversation.
   "Christi, I'd like to get you over to a medlab after breakfast."
   "Why? Am I sick?"
   "No, but I'd like to scry out possible magical abilities. I have good reason to suspect that your wings aren't the only things that you recieved from your experience."
   "You mean, I might have innate magic now?"
   "Posssibly."
   "Well then, let's not waste time!"

   They headed over to the station medlab and rented a room for this, and Saga wasted no time in his scrying. Results came up immediately.
  "Let's see, apparently your wings are constantly charged with positive energy, which can be used to heal good creatures and blow away demons and undead. You are now a transdimensional creature, which means you can create dimensional rifts and can use them as a form of transportation. You apparently absorbed most of the power from the dimensional disturbance that got us into this mess, and you have a hostile spell resistance of 99%. You can also cast out energy as an attack, and your body is maintaining the high level of power that your body is now host to. Could you hold this sword for a moment?"
   "Um, sure."
   As soon as Christi takes the 3-foot long sword, it begins glowing bright white and crackling with powerful energies.
   "Hmm... The sword is now an Enchantment Class 4 weapon with demon- and undead-slaying capabilities. You can keep it, by the way. Your regeneration capabilities have skyrocketed as well. In other words, you're loaded."
   "Wow! I never thought this would happen to me!"
   "Trust me, I don't think anyone could have predicted this."
Decker walks into the room, doing his best not to be shocked by anything.
   "Hey guys, you may want to pack up. The repairs are almost complete, and we'll be moving out in a couple of hours to go the the mercenary headquarters to get our transdimensional component fixed. Be seeing you."
   Saga and Christi quickly grabbed their things and ran ou to the dock to board Decker's cruiser.