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of relief. She was about to grab a very
quick shower, if she could keep herself awake long enough, when she got two
steps away from the tube entrance and fell to the ground when the instability
in her head returned.
    “Alright, might as well,” she said, urging it on and
feeling the stress immediately increase. This had happened once before, or
rather four tries ending up with one new ability , plus
the battlemeld transfer that Jason had helped her trigger. Her Yetu ability had
manifested just like this, and she was eager to see what new ability was making
its way forward, despite how tired and loopy she was.
    Lying on the elevated shower platform sweaty and
naked, she suffered through the transition pains and succeeded in pushing it
all the way through to spurn the new tissue growth…which left her in so much
pain spread across her entire body that she wondered what the hell she had just
gotten, or whether or not her fatigue had contributed to the effect, perhaps leaving
her too weak for a ‘regular’ transition.
    Sweaty and smelly as she was after spending a day and
a half in her armor, Riona mentally told herself to forget the shower and began
to climb to her feet to head to bed, not getting more than a knee step forward
before saying to hell with it and easing herself back down to the ground and
sinking into the fluffy bath mat and falling asleep within seconds.

 
    Riona woke up 6 hours later, feeling like it had been
maybe 5 minutes, and was shocked to see how bad she’d been hit. Her entire body
ached and her neck had a pinch in it from the angle her head had been bent, but
she summoned up enough energy to finally take her shower, then she got dressed
and dropped into bed for another 4 hours before getting up and eating something…and
by something that was two plates full of food and a load of ambrosia cookies.
    Knowing she was unfit for combat and curious as to
what new ability she’d gained she headed over to the TF’s training facilities
for some light workouts. The dropship didn’t have a sanctum onboard, for that
was located in the rest of the warship, but it did have an abnormally shaped
running track/hall plus several sparring chambers and challenge specific rooms.
Riona went for an easy 5 miles to start with, trying to work out the burning in
her muscles from the transition before grabbing a punching bag and doing some
light sparring with it…that she gradually escalated up into her normal caliber
blows.
    Despite her body disagreeing with her she activated
her Yetu, which was a combination neural enhancement/muscle speed mode that she
could maintain for 12 seconds max…or at least that had been her best to date.
She didn’t try for anything so energetic, instead pulsing it for .5 to 1 seconds and getting some blurry punching combos in on the bag,
which registered hits and strength intensity on a holographic diagram floating
nearby, which the striker used to calibrate her workout and create a baseline
for analyzing just how bad her body was at the moment.
    She’d been worse before, but only barely. Everything
in her seemed to be hurting, and the Yetu made that pain flare up something bad
but she stubbornly kept nibbling at it, trying to work herself into a semblance
of normal so she could get back out into the field. Flying a
skeet wasn’t that strenuous, but she needed quick hand movements to fly
effectively and right now she couldn’t hold her hand still. She was shaky and
needed to bleed it off, and triggering Yetu was a painful, yet effective way of
resetting herself through the super speed that her twitchiness seemed to be
imitating.
    Rather than trying to hold herself still she’d feed the
movement, or so her theory went. It wasn’t working well but after a while she
started to get a bit of inner calm that she knew would transition over into
other things with time, so she pressed on. The workout continued well past an
hour, but she didn’t relent nor did she escalate, preferring to just