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Magnus had started construction. Afterall, Magnus in 30K was a wizard, of sorts, and any self-respecting wizard requires a grand tower to ponder the arcane in. A great tower had been erected. It's reached high on the planet he had yet to name, approaching the clouds at its peak, but it was also large. Large enough for his new school of pupils-

"No, that's not right" he muttered as he stood at its base. A grand amphitheatre was the base floor. A hundred seats per section. Twenty sections. Enough for any number of students. But that wasn't what Magnus wanted. It was more of Bellisarius creeping in. and perhaps some of the old primarch too.

Both would want their knowledge to be spread, both would want to discover more. This new universe was a possibility for that. His thoughts flickered to the Jedi order on Coruscant, and the ancient worlds of the Jedi and Sith wars, each carrying troves of knowledge. Mostly lost to time. It called him, he wanted to know it. Still, it had to wait.

Creating the tower was just a start. Despite being a primarch he needed to eat, train his new psychic abilities, and start defence construction. The rubrics were an interesting concept.

'A set of power armour piloted by dust, still retaining some psychic ability along with the knowledge to fight. They would be perfect for planetary defence if the Empire is around or the Clone Wars they could be used. Of course, I'll need to start creating forges for that…. The pile of work keeps growing it seems.'

Magnus continued his walk into the tower, a hundred floors, all built to accommodate him, space for all manner of experiments, research, or training. Whatever he needs he could start doing here.

Magnus walked up the curved stairs by the side of the room, this large spiral slowly taking him to the top. Sure, he could fly or even teleport. But no, he liked walking.

The sun was setting as he reached the top, his room. A large and empty space for a future bed, a large desk carved with his psychic will and polished by him sat by an open window. He sat at it. And he expanded his senses. Just like he did when he first started to search this world. He had travelled it all now. A whole planet in one cycle. Day and night had passed, and he had seen it all. He could only imagine where it was, however. He guessed the outer rim just by the lack of anything nearby. No hips, trading outposts, or sentient life on the next coupe worlds over.

He thought about his grand plan. His goal to succeed. This was just the start. He had it outlined within his great mind.

'1 – modernise the world and find a population.

2- expand to nearby worlds and colonise.

3 – get a population for the growing empire – yet to be named

4- contact the republic

5- research the nature of the force with a connection to the jedi'

He went over it again, thinking to himself. It was logical, he could just barge into the senate instead, demand things and expect everyone to listen, just as Magnus did on Nikaea. No, he didn't want to incur the wrath of all those subhumans – he paused. That wasn't right. No all life was equally important to him. Yet why did the idea of speaking with them as equals repulse him.

Bellisarius' experience had altered him more it seemed. He needed to remedy this. To peak to the truly rich in the republic he needed to get over it. The banks and shipyards weren't owned by humans after all.

His mind flickered again, possibilities for him were endless. He had all manner of chances before him, he could quite literally do whatever he pleased. And deep down, he had had enough. Enough of the serious grimdark history from his new body and memories. He wanted to relax, to live freely, without the worry of impending doom.

He looked down from the window, the desolate planet still needed work. He needed to terraform it and start more construction. A simple task as a Psyker, and even simpler with the knowledge of Cawl.

For now, he needed a companion. Someone to plot with, someone to speak to during the tedious task of construction before he finds real people.

"Hmmmmm… what to do, what to do…." He stood and meandered around the large room. Stopping to think then moving moments later. Then he realised it. What he should do. "Magnus did it before, so why can't I? " he questioned.

And he did it, he reached into himself, pouring his psychic might inwards, looking. And he slowly found it. A hulking mass of white, crimson, and blue light. Conjoined together. It was barbaric. Three souls, forged into one. One new being. He reached into the dark blue, breaking off a fragment. Just a handful. And even if it was just a handful it was still tiny compared to the bulk of his own soul.

A moment later he was back in the room, the blue blob still in his grip. He cast it to his side and poured his thoughts, his motives, his ideas into it as it slowly took shape. A small tail seemed to form, and two eyes opened with one quickly closing. Four horns protrude from it, while its new head shimmered with a golden headdress.

"We finally meet Mini Magnus" he spoke to the small spirit.

"IT MEEEE" the newly created apparition spoke in its slowed whiny voice while raising its arms and doing a quick flip.

"Do you know your purpose?"

"SO YOU DON'T GET LONELY AND DO SOMETHING STUPID"

"….What?"

Before he could ask anymore the ghost faded away.

"Well, that happened" He spoke softly, blankly staring at the vacant space it just disappeared in.

Master Yoda was unnerved. Something had changed. Over the past couple of days in Coruscant he had felt it. Change. As someone who had spent several centuries on the jedi council, and even longer in the order, he knew what it felt like to witness change. But this, this was more.

'Meditate, I must. Discuss on the council I will. Felt it too, they must have' the short green master thought as he waddled his way up to the council chamber.

Entering, he saw all were in attendance. Not a single missing member. Despite being the last to arrive, they hadn't started talking yet. They had all waited for the grandmaster to come.

As he took his seat he spoke up, "Felt it, you must have" he stated.

"Indeed, we have Master Yoda. It feels… unnerving" Mace Windu replied, leaning forwards, and clasping his hands together.

"Choices we have." Yoda stated. Each member listened intently.

"And they are?" Yaddle slowly replied, looking at her fellow small green friend.

"Interact or Ignore. New this is. Unfamiliar. Understand little we do. Learn and observe. Or meet and observe. Two paths, two choices. Pick one we must." He replied, holding his cane.

"Then decide we must." Plo Koon stated.

And so, the masters started to discuss. They talked about the new chaotic change they felt.