**Roman Training Room**

Jos'arro was the first to answer the Roman. 

"Finally a chance to stretch my muscles. Things have been getting boring since the Saronio Campaign. Those metal clad bastards might've been psychopaths, but they knew how to fight."

"You do realize these Romans know nothing about your past exploits right Jos'arro?" Ebo'name said to the Roa'marii soldier who was already in the process of taking off his armor.

"Yea, yea, so what? It's been years since then anyway. it doesn't matter who the Saronese were anyway. They're gone now." 

"Whatever you say." 

Ebo'name then introduced the group to the Roman, a few others beginning to wander over after finishing whatever training they had been participating in. When he was dressed only in a tight fitting pair of pants, Jos'arro walked over to the Roman who had offered the match and the two moved for the now empty sparring cage. The other Roa'marii had also taken off their armor, the two remaining 42nd members moving around to participate in various forms of training. The 96th soldiers moved together to a target mounted on one wall. The three took turns throwing daggers at the target, nearly every throw hitting its mark. 

**Docking Bay**

"Is that so? Well then, I want to try something new with you. If my hunch is correct, then what you have is a very old form of what we call dragon magic. Known as such because outside the race of dragons we fought a series of wars against thousands of years ago it's never been encountered outside of small isolated incidents once every couple decades. Most of such incidents involve the death of either the source of the magic or nearly everyone around it. If I'm correct, then you are very lucky in multiple ways. Not only did you receive this power and not die by using it, but it didn't drive you insane as it did the vast majority of Roa'marii soldiers we've tried giving enhancements to to allow them to use it."

General Kaisur's eyes then began to glow brightly, being noticed by those who were facing him. The red eye slightly brighter than the green one which had changed from a lighter green to a neon almost exactly like those of the Roman Soldier before him.

"But more important than that, you found perhaps the only person who can teach you something about it."

**Expedition group A-9, Arcadia**

General Sta'falia Silvad stood in the bridge of her capital ship, the small expedition group a piece of the Battlefleet Alpha. After examining the dead creature in further detail, it was made clear that its species relied quite heavily on magic to keep its appearance . While not unheard of, a species with such a reliance on magic was rare. The Expedition group was to be sent to the location the pendant was pointing towards, those aboard looking forward to contact with a new, potentially powerful magical race. The Expedition was prepared for a jump into hyperspace where the location was. The ships turned away from Arcadia before they made their jump one by one.