The Nebula.

Just Play Along.

"Hahaha! That sounds like a plan." He smiles as he motions you forward, towards a staircase.
You follow, wondering what awaits you. When you reach the top of two sets of stairs and an elevator ride later, you find yourself on the roof of.. A very very large facility.

"Wow. This place is big." You remark as the helicopter begins to descend over a yellow "H"
"Quite. Well, this is goodbye, Heller." He says with a smile.
"Please... Call me Lawrence." You wink as you walk toward the... Gunship? Well, you must be quite valuable, so it makes sense. Not long after, you're in the air, and there are 3 heavily armed soldiers belonging to a division titled "GLRA" they look at you with... Fear? Strange, but not unexpected.

"Wh-What the fuck.." One of them mutters to another. "I'm supposed to be at a base eating steak or some shit, not transporting this death machine.."
You shoot a glare at him, and he immediately breaks eye contact.
"I get it. I don't want to be responsible for this... Thing either." The other responds, not realizing you can easily hear both of them.
"Will all due respect, albeit that's not that much, kindly stop talking about me like a freak." You snarl out, more aggressive than you meant to be. Nobody responds but they both turn slightly pale.
"L-Look man, we c-can use lethal force." The first one stammers out, obviously bluffing.
The pilot leans back and gives his two cents on the matter "I swear to god if any of you fucks kill him I'll have Jones put you in front of a squad. He's worth more than all of you and your parts combined. He's entitled to say what he wants, he was just born and just learned he's basically a fucking superhero. So to be clear, any of you maggots touch a hair on him and you're dead meat!" He yells back, clearly not playing around.

They don't know you're a glass pane, do they? Thank god..
You lean back again and wait out the ride. You're in a thick forest, but there's a clearing, at least a mile long and wide that's empty.
"We're almost there, boys. Don't freak on me now." The pilot chimes in again. Five more minutes and you are starting to come down on another helipad. Give or take a bit, and you're climbing out. A grizzled man stands before you, and the soldiers.
They all stand at attention and salute the man, who has 4 heavily armed soldiers behind him.
"At ease. This is the subject?" The man asks in a commanding voice.
"Sir, yes sir!" The soldiers respond in perfect unison. They all drop their hands and glance at you.
"Well? Don't treat him like a bomb!  Introduce him!" He snaps.
"Apologies, sir." The soldier to your right immediately responds. "This is S-194,
a project from the Research Center of Essence and Elevated Beings. This is the only solid result they have produced but the head assured me he is truly perfect." You can see the sweat roll down his face, and you aren't sure if it's Jones or you causing it.

"That's better. So, S-194, do you have a proper name or shall we assign one?" Jones turns to you with an expectant look.
You look him dead in the eyes and reply.
"I am Lawrence Heller. I assume you are Jones?"
"You would assume correct, Heller. Follow me, we have much to do." He grins, and starts walking towards the roof entrance.

After much walking, and even more high security doors, you and Jones stand in a vast chamber, too big to see the entire place, even with your sharp sight. It's also made entirely of palentite.
"So, Heller, I assume my acquaintance familiarized you with all of your... Less natural abilities?" He looks at you with a wandering look across his face. You know he's planning something.
"Hm? Oh, yeah. Not my "Attacks" that I supposedly have, just the passive shit." You explain simply, looking for any signs of a sudden movement from him.
"How typical of him. Well, this may be hard then. Please wait here, I'll be back." You can see a very small smile on his face as he turns, and walks to an elevator. Moments later, as he walks into it, lights kick on in the area, revealing a massive area, and multiple large, heavy looking industrial doors along with a handful of cages.
By the time you've absorbed this scene, the elevator hit the top, and you can see his faint outline leaning over an all glass observation chamber in the corner of the room.
"You have my deepest apologies. But I need to test you. I'd embrace your power state if I were you. Your one and only." You swear you see a grin on him.
"What the fuck?" You mutter to yourself quietly, your thoughts cut off by a large drone deploying from the wall.
"Ignore that. It's just to record you." He says referring to the drone.
You aren't having this bullshit. 'Highest degree of respect' your ass, this is a prison.
Before you know what's really happening, you've already shot your arm forward, hand opened. The area is bathed in an aggressive neon blue as... A spear appears? Not just any spear, it looks like it's been made from the center of a star. It's a bright yellow-orange, it ripples and flickers, with trails of what look like flames leading off of the points. Looks pretty sharp. Certainly would hurt.

The moment you think it, the spear jets forward, hitting the drone and bursting it into flames as the spear dissolves into existence.
You check your STAT's again, mildly curious as to what they are while you are empowered. You're entirely calm even while the Essence courses through you.

/S\>°r耤a||Lawrence Heller\
!274! DEF
724&4 ATK
264&£ HP

Why can't you see them..? You're supposed to be a master, right?

Bluff. It's your only shot.
"I'll make this easy. Let. Me. Out." You state solidly.
Jones laughs in the observation chamber, pulling a lever of some sort.
"No, we paid far too much for you. Nice to know you can fight though. But.. How well?"