[b]Tizca[/b]

Grand Arch-Sorcerer Lucius was worried. 

One did not become the ruler of Tizca without developing a healthy sense of caution and paranoia because overconfidence and arrogance were sins that were often punished by death. It wasn't the upstarts 'honor' guard that were worrying him either; No doubt they would attempt to avenge their mistress when she died. He had already accounted for that attempt on his life and measures had been taken.

No, what concerned him was that the process had been going for several hours now and the bitch wasn't dead. In fact the equipment reveled that her vital signs were positively healthy, if in horrific pain. 

This was not how things were supposed to go. Lucius had designed this test so that it would be fatal to anyone stupid enough to try it but, at least in theory anyway, have enough of a chance to be successful that he couldn't be accused of cheating. You could stack the board heavily against the test taker, but there just had to be enough wiggle room to make it possible for them to dream of success. 

So why wouldn't she die?!

Like a funeral knell, the machine stopped pumping in the blessed substance of Magus into the chamber. After a life time of seconds had passed, the door started to swing open.

Kneeling in the center of the room was Sif, but there had been... changes. The most noticeable of them was the fact that her scales had gone from a blood red to a reddish purple color, notable even through the sheer aura of biotic sorcery that was leaking from her body. The fact that one of her eyes had clearly paid the price for the process and was now a sickening mess of blue and white mixed together in an otherwise dead eye, the fact that she was breathing and her heart was beating was a sign that Magus had blessed her... That she...

With a cry that bellowed fury, Lucius channeled his biotics into a kick that had once beheaded a challenging Angron warrior and sent it flying towards the still weakened Sif. 

Before the blow had a chance to land, Sif herself seemed to disappear... only to reappear right in front of him, her biotic encased fist already being thrown towards his face.

It was the last thing that Grand Arch-Sorcerer Lucius would ever see.
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[b]Several days later[/b] 

As much as it irked her, Sif had to admit that she had needed to take several days after her ascension to Warmaster of Magus to rest, recover and retrain herself. The ordeal had taken a great deal out of her so her quest to unite her people under her banner would have to pause at least long enough to regain her strength. She also needed to be taught how to control her new biotic magic, but even the sorcerers of Magus had to admit that her usage of their magics was vastly different from their own. She tended to enhance her physical might instead of using it as an end in an of itself; That suited her just fine. 

Reducing that worm Lucius's head to a red mist with a single punch had become one of her new treasured moments in life. 

The fallout for killing the former Grand Arch-Sorcerer had been non existent after his foolish attempt to take her life [i]after[/i] she past the trail of Magus became public knowledge. He had broken one of the few pacts that the followers of Magus actually enforced and had he survived her fury he would not have been around for much longer. A new Grand Arch-Sorcerer was currently being sorted out amongst those that could compete for the title, but Sif didn't really care about the outcome of that as long as the new title holder followed her orders and did as they were told. 

Lucius's elite forces had already been offered to her as a down payment of sorts for her crusade while the rest of Tizca got itself organized under the new management. They had already been instructed to join up with the first warband to get itself ready to move out. 

Sif looked towards one of her new found Magus advisers "Have proper precautions been prepared?"

The adviser... She couldn't remember his name, nodded his head. "Indeed. The parts have already been safely locked away and study is being undertaken with the gravest of caution. What information we have already discovered has been made public. Your scout will be avenged when we run into his attackers." 

"And the report from the [i]Angron's Glare[/i] has been made public as well?"

"Yes Mistress Sif. New recruits from all the worlds are already flocking to join up with the existing warbands for the honor of being among the first to claim Xeno soil." 

Sif smiled hungrily as she simply answered "Good. Inform the first warband that is prepared to head out that they will have the honor of securing and holding a foothold. Any further operations are up is up to them, but a foothold needs to be secured above all else."

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Summary: Warmaster of Angron Sif has taken on the title of Warmaster of Magus and thus has earned the loyalty and support of the Followers of Magus. Warmaster Sif has also gained access to biotic abilities that have never been seen before (Consider her the Subject Zero level version of a Vanguard). Reports from the scouts have started to trickle back in, both positive and negative. A target has already been chosen and the first Warband ready to leave will set sail with warriors of Angron, several squads of elite Magus followers and followers of the other gods that wish to get in on the glory.  

The betrayal of Grand Arch-Sorcerer Lucius has resulted in his death having little to no fallout against Warmaster Sif and a new Grand Arch-Sorcerer is well underway to being declared.