I'm practicing writing so that hopefully I can write my own story. Unfortunately just something that's 600 words is super hard for me. But here you go. Mini-Omake time again!
Joe paused a bit as he got his latest connection to the Knowledge constellation. It was called Technomage and it was primarily related to a specific piece of equipment called a striker, how to build, repair, maintain and even modify them with other technology. That last bit was a bit important as it seemed that the striker was stuck at 1940s tech level and could definitely use some enhancements. Strikers were going to be awesome once he incorporated them into his motoriod, they had magic engines in them which would grant him the powers of high speed flight, increased physical abilities, and the ability to raise defensive shields. And he could make engines more than four orders of magnitude as powerful as a 1940s engine.
Then he noticed his scruffy tail.
He double checked that he had not activated his Zoanthropic form, then switched it on and back off. That was when he noticed something, he had something more... something like an extra soul hidden inside of his, and this was not a human soul but one of those saber-toothed-wolf-dinosaurs, a simple and powerful predator. And he was currently channeling magic through it. He dropped the magic and felt his tail and ears (ears?) fade finally.
Okay, now that he wasn't freaking out about physical changes he could concentrate on the new powers that the Forge had given him and why it seemed like he had a vicious little monster sleeping in his soul. Technomage had come with a few bonus perks in addition to the whole 'can make/upgrade strikers' he got a perk called Defensive Sign "Directional Shield" which allowed him to destroy his enemies while they cowered in fear of his mighty magical shield. Also he could not shoot through the shield. Now this was a spell, an actual spell that he actually knew. Finally he could better use his meager magical abilities... though how much use would it be for him. He only really needed protection from annihilator effects, but with how his power considered para-human powers to be magic... he still wasn't expecting much.
Back to the soul thing, strikers were made for witches (who were female) who had 'familiars' (the souls of animals) inside of them which let them do magic. Also as a witch gets older their power wanes as they get older, by the age of 20 the vast majority of witches are unfit for action. For some reason not only was he a male witch, but he still seemed to have quite a bit of power for someone way past his magical prime. Huh, mysteries of the forge.
He also got a bonus called 'Bomber Jacket' and he decided to go take a look. He found the locker with a bunch of war posters on it, inside he found something that made him feel... something, he wasn't sure what it made him feel but it was heavy. The bomber jacket was a military jacket designed for Josephine Duris Flight Lieutenant, 501st Joint Fighter Wing. It had a little emblem under it which said 'HUMANITY STANDS OR FALLS TOGETHER', which did all sorts of things to his belly as he imagined a world where this was needed.
He sat down with his back to the wall holding the coat for one Josephine Duris. The worst part, apart from the whole genderswapp (hah, like that mattered) or even the fact that it sounded like that world was on the brink of destruction?
No, the thing that burned his blood... The most damning thing of it was...
The coat of a military officer, one with 2 purple hearts and several other medals on it, was sized for a 10 year old child.
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