<span style="color: #FF8000"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Despite the man Sephirotâ€™s technology he would not be able to find the Rebelâ€™s or their base with his technology. It would merely locate the ones who were above ground and they were never above ground near Rebel base. No. That technology wouldnâ€™t work as Drake with the assistance of Anilista created a way to nuetralize and deflect any sort of searching beacon, mechanism or any other sort of tracing or tracking device. This was to prevent VIKKI from locating them. Hence why Drake usually recruited and retrieved the magic users by himself. At times others would go. Always armed with strange almost capsule looking things that could only be used by a magic user and only if given from one of the rebels. They were an extremely intelligent and resourceful group. They had to be because they were the only things standing between VIKKI and essentially the complete and utter enslavement of the human race. It was already badly heading in that direction. Hence...there was not going to be any signatures of magical presences anywhere if they were not above ground...like Drake.<br/><br/>However, there was already people sent to meet up with Sephirot. Thanks to Anilistaâ€™s orders non magical rebels were already on the move armed with a way to transport Sephirot and themselves...back to the hideout. A seemingly old hobo hippie dude approached Sephirot. Looking around and approached the signature on their read outs. â€œHey man...we been looking for you. Ride the waves of time with this rad ride.â€ He said. Holding out the capsule. â€œJust crush it magic man...we getting your jive self home man.â€ he said in a whisper. â€œWe vibe against the chaos and hate that vibrates through this world man.â€ Keeping up the appearance of a brain addled hippie hobo. â€œHurry...there is not much time.â€ He whispered urgently.</span></span></span><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Drake looked at the male. â€œRowan? Neat name.â€ He said with a warm smile and a chuckle. He smiled at the question. Shaking his head. â€œIndeed not. You are not the only one. There is a lot of us. There is even non magi who are part of our team.â€ he said honestly. â€œEveryone has a magic or two they specialize the strongest in. I will teach you minor healing magic as it will be a great assistance when you are in combat against the droids.â€ he said. â€œPeople can use other magics as well but the two they are strongest in is the ones they can do the most damage in.â€ He said. Trying to be helpful. He watched him with intense curiousity when yet another form of magic was used to stop the camera. Interesting....another unique and useful magic. Fascinating. As instructed he slipped inside with the male. Going inside where Rowan had indicated for him to do so.<br/><br/>He chuckled as poof...off went the lights. He looked around. Pulling out his magi-techn and tapped into the screen. Altering views and replacing it with a layout. This place was in MAJOR need of some garbage clean out. He looked to Rowan. Then pondered it. Weighing the options. The male seemed talented in what he could do. He knew more than just his strongest magics. He was CERTAIN the animals would LOVE to be rid of the idiocy of robotical sentries and computerized everything. Zoos used to be awesome good old things. From what he could tell...this place was a prison fortress more than a place of relaxation and to see unique and wonderful animals off all kinds. THat just didnâ€™t sit right with him.<br/><br/>He looked at him. â€œYes. I am the leader of the Rebels against VIKKI. You should know that not all of us are magic users. There is a lot more normal humans in the rebellion as well. Our technology and everything is powered by magic and thus canâ€™t be controlled by VIKKI. When it ends up in the hands of VIKKI or her drones...it will self destruct. We make sure that nothing can be traced to us. For example...those two men driving the truck you saved...they are rebels. We are all around Rowan. The magic users keep it on the down low while the normal humans infiltrate and have positions in all sorts of places. A few more brave ones even work at VIKKI headquarters. We get encrypted messages in the form of drawings from them through snail mail.â€<br/><br/>He nodded his head. â€œIndeed I am. However, this does not mean I could not on occasion lose. This does not mean there is not others who are nearly as strong as I am. There is...it just means on most occasions I do not lose. It is not impossible. I have lost during training regimens a time or two.â€  He looked around then looked at the layout. â€œIndeed and this place is flooded with androids and the like. The poor animals here must be highly unhappy. I doubt they feel at ease like they once did when it was just humans in a place like this. This sort of place is the type of place we clean up. Reprogram any androids that arenâ€™t destroyed by frying the technology and reprogramming with magic. Thus keeping up the appearances to VIKKI that she still has control while really we do.â€ He blinked a bit. â€œSome place like this...is one we need to â€œfreeâ€ yet leave the illusion it is still â€œunder controlâ€ of VIKKI. Easily done by replacing the security programs with older models that were in place before VIKKI and thus impossible for her to utilize further than a means to see what is going on. Thus taking further control while making it seem it is all still there.â€ He paused for a moment. â€œMake sense?â€<br/><br/>He looked at him. â€œIndeed. It is honestly only a matter of time before VIKKI figures it out. That is why as soon as we learn of whereabouts of others like you and I we try to get to them before VIKKI. VIKKI has tortured and experimented on a few she found because of them losing control. She isnâ€™t able to learn anything other than we are an extremely dangerous threat to what she believes is â€œthe perfect worldâ€ for us humans.â€ He explained. â€œIndeed...I have done extensive research amongst other things. I started this rebellion after I mastered many different forms of magic. The biggest thing to master is control and enhancement of internal mana and endurance.â€ He explained.<br/><br/>He got a sly smile. â€œThat is why...the Rebels are here. That is why...I myself...came personally. As I previously explained this is an area that needs reinstating and to have a cleansing. Thus...it will be your first mission with me at your side. First thing first is I will fry all of the security cameras yet have them repeating a loop of the same scene over and over again. Head of Intelligence Anilista has created and performed smoothless creations such as these. It is impossible even for VIKKI or the droids to know it is a looping. Thus...you and I can clean house. I can fry the technological controls and everything of any androids not destroyed. Then send non verbal messaging and orders to Anilista. Thus she will take over the reprogramming after I rework the droids with magi-tech and power it with magic. If done properly magic can continue to regenerate itself in sources that do not use them repeatedly such as you or I do.â€<br/><br/>He looked at him. â€œWe clean house...rewire. Rearrange. Alter shit without VIKKI being aware. Thus you keep your job yet are still able to be one of us. You have a place to live at base. You are no longer alone. You will be given a way to contact us or if in desperate need escape and teleport directly into base. There is no way to find it. There is no way to scan for it. Only those of the rebels know the way in or out. Even the normal humans would rather die than lose the only chance humanity has for taking back our world.â€ He paused for a moment and held out his hand. â€œSo you in Rowan? If you are...we best get to work.â€ He said with a serious expression yet a grin in his eyes.</span><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Lyno stumbled a bit but laughed. â€œString bean...huh? I wonder whether youâ€™d find Boss Man just as much a string bean...or if one of us be the more than a string bean.â€ He said with a snicker. Inhaling a puff of cigarette then blew out the smoke. Holding the cigarette in his mouth. Leading the way out of the fighterâ€™s arena and into the tunnels. They underground. Why waste a capsule when they could get there all the same the good old fashioned way....walking. He snickered a bit. â€œHeh heh heh....if I piss off Anilista...wonder how the hell she gonna react to you muscle man.â€ he said. Chuckling a bit. Pulling out a magi-tech. â€œAnilista...sweetie...â€ He said. The tone playful and teasing when he said sweetie. Intentionally flirtacious because he loved to get her flustered than have her rapidly transition it into the angry ruffled feather expression she always got. â€œIâ€™m coming back. Bringing Dirk with. Make sure you tell the desk jockeys to tell Cleo to whip up the awesome food. Fighters get hungry ya know?â€ He looked at the scanners. â€œBoss man back yet?â€ When he got the answer. â€œSee you soon Anilista.â€ He ended the connection.<br/><br/>Looking to Dirk. â€œMan...you ainâ€™t lived until you tried Cleoâ€™s meals. They off the chain.â€ He chuckled. â€œBesides...a nice hot shower gonna feel so nice. Everything we own is now magi-tech. Fueled and run by magic not technology. Drake and Anilista come up with all sorts of shit. Drake usually and Anilista brings it all to life.â€ He explained. â€œYou got questions feel free to ask me or Anilista. Or Boss Man when he gets back.â€ He looked at him. â€œDonâ€™t let Boss Manâ€™s age fool you. You mightâ€™ve been able to draw blood from me...youâ€™d not get a chance to get more than a drop from Boss Man. He is the strongest and the best. He teaches others minor magics including minor healing. That doesnâ€™t mean Boss Man donâ€™t lose. He does...but it ainâ€™t often.â€<br/><br/>He paused for a moment then continued. â€œHe been extremely interested in keeping up with you and your doings. He isnâ€™t much of a ring fighter and he always leads the recruitment of others like us who are topside...personally. His theory some crazy ass shit about a leader needing to be able to show that he will and can risk his own ass in order for others to know they can risk theirs under his command. We got a bunch of normal humans in the rebel ranks also. Infiltrating and holding normal jobs and what not. Drake has networked our rebel ranks into every pie imaginable. We even got a few extremely brave normals who work under cover at VIKKI headquarters. Only contact with them is through encrypted messages sent snail mail on what seems to be just a unique drawing. Honestly...Boss Man got it right...we magic users are the spine behind getting back our world from the machines.â€<br/><br/>He paused again for a moment. â€œBoss Man wouldnâ€™t ask any of the rebels to do what he himself would not be willing to do. He only nineteen but youâ€™d think the kid been through all sorts of military training and what not. He a good leader. He has some crazy ass theorys but when it comes down to it...there isnâ€™t anyone better that youâ€™d want covering your back.â€ He shook his head. â€œAnywho...â€ he took another drag of his cigarette. Blowing the smoke out. â€œYou got questions feel free to ask.â€ He fell silent after that.</span>