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[19_EgarAlnis]

[11] You focus on a nearby log, adjusting the light by dint of will. It does look a little hazy, and the back isn't really covered that well, but you manage to project the image of the winter's grass on to the front of it. With a frown, you adjust the refraction values, giving it a hazy and vague appearance. Of course, considering this is the middle of the day in a colorful clearing, it does look odd.

[ZBridges]

Using your will, fire a laser at the log.

[19_EgarAlnis]

.../me opens a book on photonics.
Instead of doing so immediately, you sit down and boot the datapad. Photonics is simultaneously complex and simple. Simple in layman's terms, difficult in execution. Rising, you stow the datapad away. Luckily for you, you've already attempted something like this with the Levithan's reactor. However, this requires a smaller scale, and a finer adjustment.

[19][11][5]
You begin by constructing a 'tube' of hydrogen plasma. Into this you feed energy, bouncing it off the ends of the tube until it glows brightly with wasted energy. Then, you 'uncap' it, letting the electromagnetic force push outward in a single burst.

The log blackens in a rough circle, but nothing explosive as you hoped. You frown.

That might have been the plasma and thermal energy built up more than the light...

[Superdorf]

((And we appreciate you for it. ))
...energy.
Lightning.

The hydrogen storms in Alphira's memories-- they crackled with power, did they not? I wonder if I can find you something...
<Mnemonic query: any formulae pertaining to the manipulation and weaponization of electric charge.>

[ZBridges]

Fire a concentrated stream of plasma, with kinetic energy applied to send the plasma at high speeds in the correct direction.

[19_EgarAlnis]

[8+2] There is a simple forumulae you can recall-- but it is very inefficient. You shut your eyes to focus, gathering energy from your internal reserves, your stomach acid devouring the nano-feast in an instant. You open your eyes, and with a twist of your willpower, release it all at once, directing it in one direction. A bolt of lightning arcs out from your hand, exploding the log into fiery splinters and leaving nothing but fulgurite and seared grass where it once stood.

You devour some of the carcass, cooking it on a small fire to sate your growing appetite.

[11][17][13]
You form a glowing ball of hydrogen plasma, gathering it up until you have an orb of barely contained, crackling energy in your hand. With a twitch of your willpower, you send it flying -- until it reaches the edge of your area of effect. Once there, it rapidly dissipates in a flash of released energy.

Forming it isn't an issue -- but once it leaves my Willpower, it doesn't work that well. The energy bleeds out too rapidly to cause damage. If I could contain it somehow, it could be a devastating weapon. You ponder, nibbling on a bit of burnt meat. The Demon armor has hunched down by the campfire, watching you practice.

Spoiler: Status (click to show/hide)

You are Pheobe Gainer and Pheonix
Local Time: [1356] 1/4/2011
Personal Time: 7 months
Empyreal Time: NO NETWORK CONNECTION.


You are missing your left arm.
Laterally, across your chest, is an ugly scar.

Your hair is a darker neon blue, speckled with gold, black and reds.
 
Cohesion: 50%
You are peckish.

Spoiler: Inventory (click to show/hide)

Over Body:A heavy naval coat of black fabric.
Over Shirt:A black, spider-silk vest
On Torso:A white, airy shirt
On Legs:A pair of heavy blue pants
On Feet: A pair of gray spacer boots

Spoiler: Powers and Skills (click to show/hide)

Max Willpower Linear Distance: [20 meters]
Max Willpower Diameter: [20 meters]

Overload: Trained
Bird of Sol's Reign: Great
Light of Sol: Novice
Conquerer's Aura: Initiated
-Voice of the Queen: Initiated
Inferno : Great
- Slayer's Blade : Initiated
- Controlled Fusion Reaction : Initiated
- Uncontrolled Fusion Reaction : Initiated
Healing Factor: Initiated
-Endurance Boost: Amateur.
-Strength Boost: Amateur.
Energy Manipulation: Lightning Amateur.
Matter Manipulation: Silicon:: Experienced
-Silicon Sunder: Novice
Skill: Charisma: Apprentice
Skill: Attrition Warfare: Apprentice
Skill: Marksmanship: Proficient

Spoiler: Wealth (click to show/hide)

Array

Spoiler: Contracts (click to show/hide)

Cephie Lavoisier's Verbal Oath
One owed Favor: Ashley 'Ashes' Sol
Contract with the Retributionist's Valhol' Pirates, AKA the Twelve Clans of Old Skarin

Spoiler: Ties (click to show/hide)

Grandmother(adopted): Mother Nicole Gainer
--Contactable in Person
--High Influence with Scholars, Crusaders, the Thornton Family

Ruled Nation: Pheonix's Holy Fortress-State
A dominant power on McCreary's Planet, despite its recent foundation. Currently pursuing a policy of aggressive reclamation.
-Ruled by a council, headed by yourself.
-Theocratic Dictatorship
-The citizens revere you as their new God.

Organization: The Children of SEED
Nine individuals, with the minds of automata and the bodies of men and women. Their very presence grates on your nerves.
--Contactable in person, or by radio.

Organization: The Thornton Family
--Contactable through Emma, radio.
--High Influence within Steelworks 9 Region
--Subservient to you

Organization: Thornton Warmachines
A complement of hulking Thornton soldiers turned into cybernetically augmented heavy-duty infantry. Equipped with fusion reactor based las-gun assault rifles, Inferno Shotguns, super thick armor, and technicians standing by. They are also equipped with inter and intra-squad radio communicators.
--Lead by William Thornton

Organization: The Crew of Retributionist's Valhol, the Twelve Clans of Old Skarin
A motley collection of nearly three hundred pirates, who have crashlanded in the Outlands some thousand years ago. They are a representative populist enterprise.
--Lead by Captain Murdach Valhol.
--Contactable by Empyreal Communication Relay Network

Servant, Friend?: Cephie Laviosier.
An Ascended under contract to you for the next twelve years. She manipulates carbon and carbon-based structures.
--Contactable in person, or by radio.

Mercenary: Murdach Valhol
Captain of the Retributionist's Valhol.
--Contactable by Empyreal Communication Relay Network

Ally, Subservient: William Thornton
Leader of the Thornton Family of Businessmen.
--Contactable in person, or by radio.
--High influence within the Thornton Mercenaries
--High influence within The Thornton Family
--Feared within Steelworks 9 Region

Personal Scientist, Ally: Silas Thornton
--High influence within The Thornton Family

Consort, Annoying Oracle: Emma Thornton
--Contactable in person, or by radio.
--High influence within The Thornton Family

Pet, Threat: Mitch, the Barker
A bristly furred, stubby faced hellion of a canine that will possibly mutate in the future. His fur is a rusty red, mixed with brownish gray. His eyes are starting to be tinged with bright, electric blue.
-10/50 Obedience
-?/50 Affection
-5/50 Respect

Spoiler: Map (click to show/hide)

Spoiler: Holdings (click to show/hide)

Pheonix's Fortress-State (McCreary's Planet)
Theocractic Dictactorship
Capital: Fortress City of Stormmont
Population: 4*10^6
Military: One (1) Corps of Active Duty Hover Craft Deployed Crusaders (Baseline, Mark 1, Hardened){Stationed in Stormmont, Fortified}
Three (3) Corps of Active Duty Defense Militias (Baseline, Mark .5){Stationed in SEED Holy Land, Fortified}
One (1) Corps of Active Duty Hover Craft Deployed Crusaders (Baseline, Mark 1, Hardened){Stationed in SEED Holy Land, Fortified}
One (1) Corps Reserve Crusaders (Baseline, Mark 1, Underequipped){Stationed in Stormmont, Fortified}
One (1) Company of Thornton Warmachines (Baseline, Mark ~1, Hardened Veterans){Currently Fighting in Steelworks Number Nine}
Commodities of Note: Nutrient Bar Rations [Food Stuffs] (equilibrium), Hydrogen Fuel Supplies (deficit), Medical Supplies (equilibrium), Consumer Goods (deficit), Electronics (deficit), Steel (equilibrium), Bioplastics (deficit), Chemicals (surplus), Luxury goods (low deficit), Alchoholic Beverages (surplus), Slug Weapons (deficit), Beetle Products (glut)
Quality of life: Food, clean water, lighting, sanitation, universal literacy, universal healthcare, universal higher education, lack of culture, lack of luxury, religious restrictions, and lack of universal rights
Population Morale: Medium
Government Legitimacy: Moderate.
Economy: Non-existant, survival focus
Territories:  SEED Holy Land
Ethnic Groups of Note: Thornton Family Group (Unified, Loyal, Criminal), Sandsper Family Group (Unified, ? ? ?), Hoganson Family Group (Unified, Remnants), Sandsper Family, (Unified, Crimina, ? ? ?), Twenty Minor Families(Unified, Criminal), Western Outlanders (Remnants, ? ? ?), Eastern Outlanders (Twenty Clans, ? ? ?)

[ZBridges]

That lightning seems amazing.  As for the plasma... we could contain it with magnetic fields?  I'm not sure if silicon manipulation allows us to manipulate magnetism.  The magnets would have to persist outside of our area of effect.

Attempt to will forth a persistent electromagnetic containment device for plasma.

[19_EgarAlnis]

I'm already doing that while it's within my sphere of influence, but once it leaves, I am unable to manipulate or control it further.

[18][19] You quirk your lips, considering. Idly, you twist a bit of silicon from the earth and shape it into a rough ball with very thin walls. You fill it with hydrogen and turn the inside into a churning mass of pressurized fire. However, even with you venting the excess temperature, the silicon, in places, rapidly burns away into nothingness. You frown, tossing aside both plasma and molten silicon. There's a pop and a hiss from the plasma as your control of the energy is released, and the molten silicon lands harmlessly, for you, on the grass, turning into silvery, shiny slag. It starts a small fire that dwindles out.

[20] You twist hydrogen into a burning hot fire, compressing it and compressing it. The roiling fire twists and turns within your willpower's grasp, and, you, for show, pretend your hand is actually doing something as you wave it in the air. The grass catches fire, blackening and charring away. Steam hisses up from the ground as you bake it solid. Small fires catch on your clothes, but you stand unaffected. "Making plasma is easy, really, it's the same as my Inferno. Compressed hydrogen, superheated by its own energy. The difficulty is pushing it pass my willpower's limits."

The Demon armor watches you, its lenses fixated on the half-circle of plasma that hovers just a few [meters] in front of you. With a twist of your will, you incinerate through a nearby tree, sending it collapsing to the ground -- but once it reaches about [twenty-six] or so [meters] the plasma collapses as the temperature is diffused through the atmosphere.

[Superdorf]

Showing off now! Such lovely incandescence.

<Mnemonic query: can the range of one's will be extended through practice? If so, how?>
The lightning formula. I feel it can be refined-- might the datapad's repositories be of use in that regard?

[ZBridges]

Hmm.  Can you put nanites inside or just outside the plasma to hold it together?  Perhaps in a small amount of flesh?

[Superdorf]

Let's... avoid the projection of will and flesh for time being. Our cohesion's in a rough state.

[19_EgarAlnis]

>Practice. Exceptionally low cohesion. Increased Dust/Essence levels.

[14]...blah blah blah, charges jump between positive and negative... You pause mid-article about storms affecting hydrogen extraction operations on gas giants.

[15][12][8]
A distance away you gather a cloud of hydrogen, keeping it from forming water vapor by dint of Willpower. This you churn rapidly, until you notice small sparks forming within. Without any oxygen to burn, it does not ignite into fire. You continue to drag the atoms against one another, building up static electricity and keeping it contained by a field of protons. Then, when you can feel the cackle of power within, you unleash it.

The yield is lower, due to the small nature of the experiment, but an arc of lightning leaps downward, charring the grass beneath it. But, by letting the hydrogen do all the work, you've spent far less energy than you would've otherwise. You pick at a burnt piece of meat, watching the small plume of smoke from the spot you just sent lightning down on.

[Superdorf]

Ah! That did it!

That'll be a right fury, brought to scale. A hydrogen storm fit to out-crackle the aura of any Colossus.

[ZBridges]

Indeed.  A potent new weapon for our arsenal. 

[King Zultan]

Got to keep practicing to make these better weapons.