terminal,
politely kicking aside the trainer who was using it and logged him out. Pulling
up a special prompt he accessed Atlantis’s online database of V’kit’no’sat
translated information and dug into the psionics files.
He skipped over the tier 2 abilities and brought up
the 3 known tier 3s, though by this point they knew there were actually 8…but
without any files on the other five.
The three were Jumat, Beynat ,
and Sav. He knew it wasn’t Jumat, for he’d studied those files closely after
what happened to Morgan, but he thought one of the other two might be the case.
That spider-like tissue pattern caught in his memory and he dug up the files on
the physical growths of the other two…with Sav coming up with an almost exact
match.
Jason double checked to be sure, comparing the image
still in his head with the basic construction of the Sav psionic, and after
several minutes of not believing his eyes he logged out of the terminal and
headed back to the training area…finding Bo sitting up but still sprawled out
on the mat with Paul’s hand on his head trying to help stabilize him.
“Alright you space monkey,” Jason said, shaking his
head as he walked over to and knelt down next to Bo. “Look at me.”
Bo tilted his head up and unclenched his eyes…with
Paul and Jason now seeing that they’d changed in color to an eerie twinkling gray.
“You just skipped tier 2 and joined Morgan’s exclusive
club.”
Paul’s eyes widened. “He got Jumat?”
“No, he got Sav…I think. The tissue looks almost
identical.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me?” Paul said, looking from
one to the other.
Jason smirked. “Jealous?”
“Very,” he said, actually a little ticked.
“Remind the pain-stricken one what Sav does?” Bo said, his eyes watery.
“It’s the multi-tasking upgrade,” Paul said, still
miffed. As far as naval was concerned that was the holy grail of all psionics.
“If you’ve really got it then you should be able to utilize different psionics
simultaneously.”
“Processing power upgrade?” Bo asked, vaguely
remembering reading that file.
“As well as being able to control more drones,” Jason
added. “ Which is why Paul really hates you right now. ”
Bo laughed, but that hurt his head even more. “ Wanna trade?”
“Just think of what this will do for your naval
scores,” Jason prodded, with some amusement. “You’ll be able to remote control
entire ships down to every available system…if not fleets. You might even come
close to matching him.”
“Shut up,” Paul said, looking down at Bo. “It’ll do a
lot more than that. If I remember correctly it’s not psionic specific and
essentially acts like a second brain, focus wise at
least.”
“Like what I needed to keep track of all the thuds,”
Bo pointed out.
“We need to take a close look at those files,” Paul
insisted. “Not sure how we’re going to confirm this one while his head is
fragged.”
“I’m serious,” Bo reiterated. “You got bioshields and
I got a bigger brain. Trade?”
“Actually I want both,” Paul answered honestly.
“You’re no fun,” Bo said. “Jason,
any advice? This feels a lot like what you described.”
“You think it misgrew ?” he
asked, his merriment now gone.
“I don’t know, but it’s bad.”
“Something caused you to skip a tier…though that might
not be quite accurate,” Paul said, thinking. “Regardless, we’re not supposed to
access the third tier until we’re much more advanced, or so the Zen’zat say . This might be some sort of glitch or malfunction.”
“So don’t even think about undoing it,” Jason said
firmly.
“I’m not hurting that much,” Bo clarified, “but close.”
“We need to get you under a bigger scanner,” Paul
said, glancing at his headband that, as far as the indicator lights were
concerned, was registering no lingering instability. “Walk or carry?”
“Is stun an option?” Bo asked, slowly pulling