Shirou slowly start to recover consciousness, if wasn't for Avalon he probably would still have a serious concussion or worse, he noticed he is bound by cuffs, and on the metallic floor of a aircraft, he is airbound and the sound of the engines can be heard, as the wind, he hear the talk of the "Udug Huls".
"He doesn't seem a "Imperial", it´s a mere kid, not a footsoldier, no thunder warrior, no custodes..." Says a female voice.
"No, but he doesn't look Akkadian either. His eyes, his hair and skin, even with the weird tanned parts, he looks odd." Says an old male voice.
" ...He is no Psyker, i checked, the kid soul is reasonably large in the warp, but barely just a hair below a psyker, with training he could in theory "awaken" and all but that's not what's more weird." Says a female voice he remembers to be called Sarah.
"What is it that got your attention?" Asks the old man.
"It's his soul, has some sort of "tendrils", they are on his body like nerves, and are reflected on the material world. I can't see too well, a navigator could look at it better, but it's weird." Comments Sarah.
"...Maybe some kind of sorcerer? It's dangerous... Maybe we should..." The old man says with a darker tone.
The old man taps his plasma pistol, and looks at Shirou, who still pretends to sleep, Shirou can almost physically feel the killing intent on the man, the air is thick with tension.
"...Not sorcerer... Magus..." Says the little Shirou, tied with the hands on the back and arms strapped to the body, twisting like a "worm", he manages to get himself in sit position, instead of prone on the floor, he then shakes his head.
The Udug Hul warriors look in shock at the scene. He was a little kid, kicked with superhuman strength and bashed on a concrete wall, his survival already was some sort of miracle, the fact he got up so fast made them wary.
"...You speak as if this isn't the same thing..." Says the old man, wary, almost drawing his plasma pistol.
"...Because there is... I don't know what this "psyker" stuff is, or what "sorcery" you are talking about, but what I can do probably is not the same thing. Why don't you tell me how this "psyker" thing works?"
"Are you telling me you never heard about psykers? They are one of the reasons the world is this shitty hell hole!" The old man screams, then looks at Sarah, in apology it seems he forgot that one of his soldiers was a Psyker too. "...No offense Sarah, you are an exception..."
"...Never heard about it, it has something with psionic powers? Like bend spoons with the mind and read thoughts? The word is similar..." Shirou interjects trying to not sound sarcastic, even if he is kinda being sarcastic.
"Don´t give me that crap brat! Unless you live inside a cave, everyone knows what a psyker is, how dangerous they are, and how usually if you see one, you kill it before it can go nuts! This kind of thing is dangerous..." The old man started to preach.
"...I´m a magus... I convert energy from my body or from surroundings, nature, the space around me. Into magical energy using the magical circuits in my soul. The "tendrils" she talked about are my magical circuits." The kid explains, he doesn't like it, but it is better than being confused with something they burn on a stake or something.
"...What?" the old man, Sarah and the other 3 people say almost in a chorus.
"...Are you telling me you don´t tap into the immaterium?" Sarah asks.
"...Nope... Never heard this word until now, what's the difference between imaterium and that warp thing?" Shirou asks, confused.
"...They are the same, dumbass, they are another dimension, the one we used to go traveling through the stars... If it weren't for the warp storms, all colonies of humanity would still be in contact, help each other, and our home world would not suck so hard.." Says Sarah, Shirou almost can see Rin on her, and imagine how it would be to have 2 Rins burning his sanity.
"...I see... I don´t tap into weird tempestuous dimensions for my power, if this helps. And i´m no soldier for that country. I'm a civilian, so I see no reason to be here at all." Shirou says, even knowing it will not matter.
"You don't think we will let you go after that display right?" Says the old man looking seriously at the kid.
"...It was worth a shot... Anyway, do you..." Shirou started to say.
Suddenly they are interrupted, several aircraft start shooting at the transporter, several rounds actually hit it, the soldiers start to move into positions, ready to drop or manning the turrets on the ship, lots of yelling of orders and cursing.
Shirou looks at the situation, it's a rare opportunity to escape, he has some kind of special cuffs, it seems they are made to contain whatever they thought he was, bad for them, he is no psyker or whatever.
"...Trace on..." Shirou whispers, as the hammer of a gun fires on his mind.
The ropes and the terp covering a crate on the floor suddenly fuse with his backpack, not what he had in mind before, but should be enough, he grabs some bags that seem to have military supplies, most important, he notices one that seems to have food and a waterskin.
The kid unlocked the door of the aircraft, they were flying high, above the clouds, that would do, he jumped, he heard gasps and screams of surprise from the warriors, they were not waiting for that.
As he falls, he smirks, once he is at a certain altitude, he pulls a rope, made from the ropes binding him, the rest of that rope was turned on the ropes of his new made parachute, that slows his fall and help him land softly, above a straw rooftop from some medieval house, near the chimney.
"...Uff... That could have ended badly..." The kid says as he watches the sky, laser beams fly around, as a squad of golden aircraft pursue the flying transporter.
Now he sit on the roof, he will jump down, and try not get trouble with the owner of the house, but for now he just start to eat some self-heating food on a plastic bag, similar to military food from his age, project a small plate and a spoon is not that taxing, it´s some sort of stew, he trie not to worry about the vegetables and meat inside, it's the future, mutant cows or whatever, he need to eat and if the other humans there can survive, maybe he can too, he just pray to not die from it as he eat and drink water.
