ReDawn (Skyward, #2.2)(15)

I bit into the fruit, which had a satisfying crunch to it, not unlike pitchfruit back home. It wasn’t nearly as sweet though—it had more of a brisk flavor.

“Is it awful?” Kimmalyn asked.

“No, it’s good,” I said. “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to say that if you hate it,” FM said. “We don’t have a lot of fruit, but we can find you something else.”

They were being kind, but I wasn’t here to discuss culinary habits. If their politicians refused to help me, I could at least collect more information. “Why are people afraid of your taynix?” I asked Jorgen. “You called it Boomslug?”

“Yeah, he did,” FM said, and Kimmalyn and Rig both snickered.

“Are we talking about that?” Rig asked. “She definitely doesn’t have clearance.”

“She already figured out about the hyperdrives,” FM said.

“My apologies for announcing that in front of your superiors,” I said.

“It’s okay,” Jorgen said. “Thank you for making it sound like you already knew.”

“But Boomslug—” I said. Boomslug seemed to recognize its name, because it descended Jorgen’s arm and slid across the table toward me.

“It exploded once,” Jorgen said. “Right in my face.” He rubbed one of the cuts on his cheek self-consciously.

I leaned away as it approached. “It exploded?”

    “Watch out for your algae strips,” Kimmalyn said, and sure enough the slug began to sniff them speculatively.

“This explosion,” I said. “It was cytonic? Energy pushing out from it and slicing your face?”

“Yes,” Jorgen said. “How did you…”

I stared at the slug in alarm. “That taynix can use mindblades?”

“What’s a mindblade?” Rig asked.

Mindblades were an advanced cytonic ability. If this creature could produce them, then it must be a powerful cytonic lifeform.

Though the idea that it could produce a mindblade when I couldn’t was frankly a little insulting.

“I’ve only seen them once,” I said. I could have kept this information to myself, but I didn’t see how they could use it against me—and giving it to them might make them feel comfortable giving more information to me. “Only one of the cytonics on ReDawn can produce them. They are…energy from the negative realm pulled into ours with fantastic force.” I watched the slug carefully as it gripped the edge of my algae strip with its mouth and slowly retracted the strip from the basket. “They are tremendously difficult to produce.”

FM smiled. “So Boomslug is an overachiever.”

“I would like to see it in action,” I said.

Jorgen scooted his chair away from me. “Not with us sitting right here.”

The slug slowly drew the algae into its mouth, watching quietly.

There was something ominous about it. Especially now that I knew what it did.

    “Are there other types?” I asked. “Communication slugs? Inhibitor slugs, perhaps?”

“We have slugs that power hypercomms,” FM said. “So far we haven’t found a good use for those without a full hypercomm, so the pilots aren’t trying to bond to them. I don’t know about inhibitor slugs though.”

“Are inhibitors powered by a cytonic?” Jorgen asked.

“Power,” Boomslug said.

That was also unsettling. “Sometimes,” I said. “It takes a great deal of power, and generally cooperation between multiple cytonics to accomplish. But the Superiority has hyperdrives that work without a cytonic present. If they are using taynix to power their hyperdrives, perhaps there are inhibitor slugs as well.”

“If it takes multiple cytonics,” Rig said, “I wonder if it requires multiple taynix. We’ve only begun to learn what they can do when they work together.”

Boomslug continued to munch placidly on the algae strip. The idea of this thing collaborating was even more terrifying.

“What can you tell us about hyperjumping?” Rig asked. “Obviously you know how to do that.”

I hesitated. Jorgen and FM and their friends were sharing information with me. I wondered if this was the game—freely give up what they knew so that I would share what I knew with them.

“She’s not going to tell us anything yet,” Jorgen said. “That’s her bargaining chip. She wants help from the DDF in exchange for that information.”

“Oh,” Rig said. “Sorry.”

    Apparently that wasn’t the game.

“It’s all right,” I said. “I would like to teach you what I know, if you’re willing to work with me.”

“I’d like to,” Jorgen said. “But it’s not our decision.”

“About that,” I said. “I asked you for your opinion earlier, but you never gave it to me.”

Jorgen sighed. “I don’t know who should make the decision about an alliance with your people. I think the assembly has a point when they say diplomacy is a political matter, not a military one. But the military has been making decisions for the assembly for so many years, it seems like a bit of a power grab for them to reverse course on that now.”