Chapter 1: A summoning gone wrong

As part of the League, Leona does at times help with patrolling the area around the Institute of War. It was part of the duties that came with being a member. Aside from participating in fights there was various other ways to contribute. Normally she does not reside in the Institute as she had other duties but she she was still given a room whenever she does stay. Lately, as she'd not been chosen for many ranked matches, Leona has been taking time to sharpen her skills. Part of that training involved helping with the guard duties.

Today was going to be an interesting day she could feel it in her blood but also the Irella was with her. Not to mention a general alert was sent out. The League continually monitored the area for any illegal summoning. What if something crawled out of the cracks of the universe? They already had one collection of void beings, terrible creatures of great power bound by the strongest of league magic. Woe to the League if they were to ever escape. [Or bring friends.]

Leona turned her head to regard her companion. "We should be in the general vicinity of where the alert was sounded."

The Will of Blades inclined her head saying nothing. As they were walking the growing sense of unease washed over her. She felt like she was in danger and Irella generally trusted in her instincts. Right now she felt like she was being hunted.

Suddenly there was an explosion , about a half mile away. Without a word the two female champions turned and started running to the source. Smoke billowed from the ruined area.

Maokai was there.

The tree turned sentient made his home in the forests biding his time until the summoners can figure a way to turn him back. It was most relaxing.

What he didn't expect, while tending to the trees, was for this blue creature to appear. Dialogue was exchanged, or what could pass for dialogue. Truthfully it was more like exaggerated hand gestures. The creature was blue, with a curiously humanoid body, and what appeared to be pincers on it's back. It was a 'Beetle', whatever that was. Maokai was certain that the blue creature resembled Ezeral in his pulsefire suit. The coloring was different but there was a certain theme shared. For a being of high technology, much like the robot Blitzcrank and the doll Orianna, it was gentle as it held the sapling curiously.

Then Zyra appeared.

Khaji Da did not like this world. He did not like how this place reeked of magic. Nor did he like how his human friend/host/partner was unconscious and no matter how many times he reached into his mind, he slammed into a mental wall.

It's own memories of what occurred prior to their emergence into this world puzzled the scarab. Unlike an organic host it could not fall to the same tricks of methods that would fool an organic, and yet here it was, in another world. Perhaps they had fell into the Bleed and jumped to another world? Did they happen upon a magically inclined opponent?

It must be the scarab could see it's influences everywhere, on every rock and tree, in the air itself. Unlike Earth, this place was saturated with magic.

Khaji Da did not like this at all. Magic was one of the few things that could affect Reach technology. It wasn't all bad, a magical interference allowed him to make his own destination, his own identity but it wasn't all good either. It was a tool much like what he used to be.

He ventured for what seemed to be miles, scanning the area for anything that would give him an idea as to where in the Bleed they had dropped from. As he scanned, placing tags on 'interesting' sources of energy, Khaji Da found an anthropomorphic tree. He approached cautiously, the last time they had came upon a talking tree Jaime had wrenched control and attacked. Khaji Da would never hurt nature.

True to his programming, Khaji Da did not offer the anthropomorphic tree any violence.

He could not discern magic, nor understand it. However if he were to fight, Khaji Da had a few MWD up his metaphorical sleeves. Lethal option was always on the table no matter how many times his request gets denied.

Having discovered, quite early in their conversation that they could not communicate, Khaji Da projected images from cartoons Jaime watched with his little sister. Whatever magical means they had arrived on this planet it was making a mess of the Scarab's data centers namely language and a few other systems that he dare not investigate until they were in a safer location.

The best thing it could come up with was Stitch.

"Lost." Said the little blue construct.

The tree, Maokai, seemed to understand. From it's 'hand' came a small creature, round with small legs, and with a small flick the creature flew into the air. Khaji Da, for once flummoxed, reached out and caught the creature. It chattered at him, bouncing up and down on his hand.

This was not helping.

Distracted by this creature, Khaji Da did not notice the tall plant woman. And even if he did, there was nothing to offer to her, as she too partook in the green.

Khaji Da did not hurt nature.