ship and this shuttle is my private property.” His grin was fleeting. “I have to call in and announce us before they send Star Breaker up here to blast us out of the sky.”
He quickly raised the base on the communicator and received clearance to land on the first active Sector Guard base in existence.
His hands moved the controls with elegant power, taking them through the atmosphere and into the base itself. The Egrin Bor moved like it was designed for him, which she supposed it was.
As they landed, her limbs protested the hours of confinement. She knew that she had to put up with the exam first, but the moment she got the authorization, she was going to be up in the air.
Colah fought the harness for a moment, but when it was unclasped, she rose to her feet, swaying slightly.
Ysyr was out of his chair in a flash, holding her by the elbows and supporting her. “Are you all right?”
She smiled, “Fine, I am just not used to being confined for so long. Even before the dome, I was used to moving for most of the day.”
He laughed. “Come with me. I need to get my post-assignment check and you can get your scan done at the same time.”
They left the shuttle and walked across the tarmac. Col inhaled deeply as she experienced the air of a new world for the first time. “It is so different.”
“What is?”
“The air, the wind, the ambient currents that move the weather patterns, it is all different.” She was smiling and her senses were on high alert.
He wrapped an arm around her waist and she felt that peculiar hum in her bloodstream again.
They walked through the halls of the administration building and before she knew it, they were entering a door marked MEDICAL.
She laughed. “I seem to be cursed by well-labelled doors.”
He didn’t know what to make of that, but he led her into the room regardless.
“Dr. Effin Nywyn, this is the newest Citadel recruit, Colah Geering of Resicor. She needs her baselines done.” Ysyr’s hand was still warm on her back.
The male turned and smiled, his teeth were sharp, his features feline and she wracked her brain for a species identity. “You are Wyoran?”
He nodded. “Very good. You can call me doctor or Effin. Or Dr. Effin if you choose. Please remove your clothing and put on one of those gowns.”
She paused. “That is not possible.”
He blinked. “What?”
“The suit is grafted to my skin. I have tried to remove bits of it, but the skin goes with it.”
Effin blinked as he absorbed the information, but he moved to gather some hand scanners. “Hold still. That is utterly bizarre.”
She held still while he ran the scanners past her body.
“They have created a hybrid of living tissue and energy and programmed it.” Effin whistled softly. “If you would come here and stand on this unit, it will complete a full body scan without touching you. For a tech analysis, you will have to see Fixer. This is a little outside my normal expertise.”
She did as he asked and held still as the scan ran over her. The first scan tingled, the second ached and by the third pass, her skin was on fire. “Stop it! Please, stop it.”
Effin moved swiftly to cut off the scan, but Col fell to her knees.
Tears tracked down her face as the burn that covered her skin ached and slowly receded.
Hands cradled her and held her while she recovered. Low tones murmured over and over. Col slowly gathered her composure and sat up, looking into Ysyr’s eyes. “I am getting better. You can let me go now.”
He frowned but stood up and held her until she had her balance. “Are you truly better?”
She sniffled and smiled brightly. “Of course.”
Effin looked worried. “I am going to call in a specialist. This is beyond what I can deal with here.”
Ysyr asked, “Fixer?”
Effin shook his head. “This will have to be a joint effort between Fixer and Reset and based on these scans, it will not be pleasant.”
Col asked wearily, “It has bonded to my nervous system
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