“You need to dial up Twitch, now, at least level 7” Mie ordered.

My training is going well. I like my new position as a Regent Purser aboard the Corvette Class battle tug, Chimera.

Our cargo, a berg from the planet Gliese, just finished it’s launch up the zip line and now safe in our hold.

My training is all about Reflexology. My skin was stitched weeks ago with Flex Thread, it helps with my response time. The largest organ of my body, my skin, is now my weapon, it reacts faster than anything Nature Made.

I have access to all sorts of weapons that are useless in soft hands: Ember Fists, Joules Machetes, Gig-Javelins or JJ’s, Bolt Whips, Flaying Stars and Cutterfly Nets.

The Bolt Whip is my favorite, I pretended it’s my tongue, I love the taste of a good fight.

The thread, made of live tissue of a serpent living on the planet of America, itches and tingles. I feel all movement in the room, cool air, once irritating, is almost erot—

Redelert! No-See-Um’s detected, Redelert!

“Dial Up Twitch!”