Little Lightning

Chapter 20

Lyrical sat in between Kirtash and Azalea on what looked and felt like a couch. Zyan stood behind, a long with Kalypso. Kace had gone with Lucas to put him back to bed; the poor boy was half asleep by the end of the test. 

"Ok, so here's what we gathered from the test." Zaylee pointed to a yellow piece of glass with a hologram on it. On it was a diagram of Lyricals body, the basic shape displayed, along with several different stats. Zaylee point to the four stats on the side of the diagram one by one. "Quite frankly, you are perfectly fine." Lyricals brow furrowed. "In all aspects but one, you are normal. The one aspect that isn't normal from the tests we've done on Kalypso and Kace is this one." She pointed to the last of the four stats, titled electronodes. The thin bar measuring the amount of electronodes in her body was nearly full. "You have too many electronodes in your body." She pulled up another person stats. "These are Kalypso's stats." Kalypsos bar was significantly lower.

"What are electronodes?" Lyrical wondered aloud.

"Electronodes are a chemical in every living thing, alien or not. They kind of conduct special electrical signals, and its how different cells communicate. The electricity conducted is special, but we haven't really figured out what it does when its outside of cells." Zaylee explained. "According to the data we managed to gather before you broke the equipment, the electronodes seem to be concentrated on your hands..." She gestured to Lyricals folded hands. "Which would explain the changes in color."  Lyrical looked at her blackened finger tips and nodded. But something didn't click.

"Wait, if there are electronodes in every living thing, how come peop-- I mean humans don't have this normally?" 

"Because there is so little in your systems that its a miracle you don't pass out every time you exercise." She shrugged. "It might have something to do with your atmosphere on the planet you came from, or the food you eat, or the water. It could be anything." 

"So why do I have such an excess of electronodes now?" Lyrical questioned, her brow starting to hurt from being furrowed for so long.

"And is it dangerous?" Kirtash added. Zaylee shook her head.

"We don't know if it's dangerous." She looked at them seriously. "But I suspect that the excess of electronodes in you has something to do with the experiment you were a part of with the Bluetiens." Lyrical grimaced slightly, remembering the pain and the yellow haze around her. 

"And you said I was a superweapon?" Lyrical asked, the question popping into her mind. Zaylee nodded. "How so?"

"That's what we're trying to find out." Lyrical frowned. "The Bluetiens have been fighting for control over the universe for hundreds of years, maybe thousands. They have been looking for a weapon to give them the little push they need to conquer all the creatures and planets ever known. Around 200 years ago, the Formus intercepted a communication divulging plans to search for a superweapon. We aren't sure how it --you-- are a weapon yet, however."

"Wait wait." Lyrical held up a hand. "So for the past four years, I've been fighting for the wrong side?" Zaylee's head bobbed up and down. Lyrical leaned forward, her head spinning with new information, palms pressed to her forehead, her elbows on her knees. "Do you know what they intend to do to me?"

"No. All we know is that you are what they have been searching for for the past two hundred years." Zaylee sighed when she saw how much trouble Lyrical was having in processing this information. "You should get some sleep. We'll discuss this later."

Lyrical realized with a start that she was still in her nightgown and sitting on a very comfortable and warm couch, and her eyelids almost closed right then and there. She was too tired to argue. She pushed herself to her feet and stumbled to the door, half-lidded eyes unfocused.

"G'night." She mumbled as she left, and somehow managed to get to the dorms and crash onto the bed. Her eyelids closed, and she was enveloped in a dreamless black.

Lyrical opened her eyes slowly, blinking slowly to focus her vision.

Something warm lay tucked against her. Looking down, she quickly recognized the pale blue tuft of hair. Lucas must have snuck in at some point while she was sleeping.

Smiling slightly, she shifted carefully, not wanting to wake the child. After a few painstaking moments later, she had managed to get out of bed without waking Lucas up. She smiled as she closed the door quietly, watching Lucas through the shrinking crack to make sure he didn't wake up. 

"Whatcha doin'?" Lyrical nearly jumped out of her skin and whipped around. It was Zyan.

"Zyan! Don't scare me like that!" She whisper-yelled. He shrugged and grinned, leaning back casually.

"Sorry. Kalypso told me to come get you." Lyrical just raised an eyebrow. "No, she really did. She said something about horrible fashion sense and new style? I wasn't really listening." Lyrical sighed and remembered she was still in the nightgown she had worn from before the whole being discovered by an enemy ship thing. She flushed slightly, looking down and nodding slightly. He led her down the halls silently and stopped in front of a door. "Here we are. Be careful, Kalypso seems to be in an odd mood." He warned her and then left her to face the beast.

Raising her hand to knock, she hesitated. Just as she was about to knock, the door opened and Kalypso's hand grabbed her and yanked her inside.

She was pulled into what looked more like a mechanics workspace than a bedroom. Tools were strewn about, grease-stained rags littering the floor like torn pieces of a rug. A small bed was tucked into the corner, dwarfed by the large table that took up most of the room. Little inventions cluttered the tabletop. Little capsules and screwdrivers and something that even looked like a small gun was only a few of the oddities on the table.

Kalypso moved around the room, muttering to herself furiously. She dodged the things on the floor without glancing at them, moving to the table and picking up a little screwdriver and what looked like a set of connected rings, almost like brass knuckles.

"Hold these," Kalypso ordered, shoving the connected rings and several tools into Lyricals hands. Lyrical fumbled them but managed to catch them before they hit the ground. "Careful!" Kalypso hissed. "To much pressure on the wrong point could cause them to combust!" Lyrical cradled them much more gently after that.

"What are you--" Lyrical started Kalypso shushed her.

"Be quiet. I can't focus if you're talking." Lyricals eyebrows rose. Kalypso was in an odd mood, that's for sure. But whether it was good or bad Lyrical still had yet to find out. Kalypso made her way to the door. "Come on." She spoke without turning. Lyrical followed her. 

"Where are we going?" Kalypso stopped and turned, her arms full of tools and inventions and oddly, cloth. 

"To my workshop of course."