increase
his abilities wasn’t in going big, but in working on repetition and getting his
cycling rate up. He hadn’t yet learned how to manifest the energy outside his
clothing, but he had learned to channel it to various parts of his body,
forgoing the need to train naked when all he had to do was keep one arm bare.
Today he was wearing a sleeveless shirt so he could alternate arms, but neither
one of them would fatigue, for his entire body was producing the energy and
transmitting it to a given location. His arms, or whatever other body part he
chose, became his firing array, not the generation point.
Right now he’d learned to use his arms and chest as
emitters, for it took a while to calibrate the mental control necessary to use
other body parts. The chest he’d only added within the previous year, doing a
DBZ flex in order to pool the energy just below the surface and transfer it out
in a finishing move-like attack. For that he had to be shirtless, but today he
wasn’t working in it so he’d donned his sleeveless tank that was now soaked
with sweat after four hours of work, first of which began on the track and now
had transitioned into the thud firing chamber.
Using the Jumat was exhausting, which was why these smaller
bursts were key in developing his endurance and teaching his tissues to soak up
ambrosia faster. They could charge through other means, but all were slower.
The key to using Jumat as a serious weapon was in having the ambrosia handy,
otherwise it was just going to be a surprise or last ditch attack that he’d
have to hoard. Once expended, the Jumat tissues would take hours, if not more
than a day to fully recharge naturally while the ambrosia would hit his
bloodstream and he’d feel the effects within a minute.
As useful as telekinesis was, there was no substitute
for Jumat. It was literally the cannon to the Lachka sword. It was crude in
comparison, but he had so much firepower available now, in burst at least, that
he understood how vitally important an advantage he had over the Zen’zat that he
had kept his non-training activities to a minimum and had been making the
advanced training group his semi-permanent home as he worked to get a handle on
this oh so impressive Tier 3 ability.
Paul secluded himself in training so much that others
had started interrupting him via comm when they
needed something, knowing that if they waited he might not come out of the
sanctum for more than a day. So as Paul was batting one thud out of the air at
a time a voice filled the chamber and he kept going without delay.
“I’m here,” Paul said, twitching his arm to the left
and surging another pulse of invisible energy to cancel the thud’s momentum and
lightly bounce it back towards the wall and the collection ring at the bottom.
“What do you need?”
“Just got word from Vortison,” Rio’s voice said
eagerly. “He says he’s found the trigger and wants you to verify it.”
Paul stopped what he was doing and looked towards the
ceiling out of reflex. “Seriously?”
“Yes,” Rio said as the next thud came out and hit Paul
in the chest, bouncing off him and ending the drill in failure, but he didn’t
care.
“Now?”
“If you can spare the time.”
“Dumb question,” Paul said, telekinetically grabbing
his ambrosia bottle and heading out the door. “On my way.”
Paul walked into the lab along with Rio, both clad in
fresh clothes as the medtech in charge of genetic research waved them over with
a pair of curled fingers as he was manipulating a hologram with his other hand.
“Talk to me,” Paul said, walking up on his shoulder.
“I’ve always wondered why this one was so elusive, and
now I have my answer. I think it’s a resistance measurement with a temporal cap
restriction of at least a few minutes so some freak attack or condition
wouldn’t trigger it. Morgan’s gravity damage and her resistance to it was
prolonged and, I think, enough to push her over the edge. Your
his abilities wasn’t in going big, but in working on repetition and getting his
cycling rate up. He hadn’t yet learned how to manifest the energy outside his
clothing, but he had learned to channel it to various parts of his body,
forgoing the need to train naked when all he had to do was keep one arm bare.
Today he was wearing a sleeveless shirt so he could alternate arms, but neither
one of them would fatigue, for his entire body was producing the energy and
transmitting it to a given location. His arms, or whatever other body part he
chose, became his firing array, not the generation point.
Right now he’d learned to use his arms and chest as
emitters, for it took a while to calibrate the mental control necessary to use
other body parts. The chest he’d only added within the previous year, doing a
DBZ flex in order to pool the energy just below the surface and transfer it out
in a finishing move-like attack. For that he had to be shirtless, but today he
wasn’t working in it so he’d donned his sleeveless tank that was now soaked
with sweat after four hours of work, first of which began on the track and now
had transitioned into the thud firing chamber.
Using the Jumat was exhausting, which was why these smaller
bursts were key in developing his endurance and teaching his tissues to soak up
ambrosia faster. They could charge through other means, but all were slower.
The key to using Jumat as a serious weapon was in having the ambrosia handy,
otherwise it was just going to be a surprise or last ditch attack that he’d
have to hoard. Once expended, the Jumat tissues would take hours, if not more
than a day to fully recharge naturally while the ambrosia would hit his
bloodstream and he’d feel the effects within a minute.
As useful as telekinesis was, there was no substitute
for Jumat. It was literally the cannon to the Lachka sword. It was crude in
comparison, but he had so much firepower available now, in burst at least, that
he understood how vitally important an advantage he had over the Zen’zat that he
had kept his non-training activities to a minimum and had been making the
advanced training group his semi-permanent home as he worked to get a handle on
this oh so impressive Tier 3 ability.
Paul secluded himself in training so much that others
had started interrupting him via comm when they
needed something, knowing that if they waited he might not come out of the
sanctum for more than a day. So as Paul was batting one thud out of the air at
a time a voice filled the chamber and he kept going without delay.
“I’m here,” Paul said, twitching his arm to the left
and surging another pulse of invisible energy to cancel the thud’s momentum and
lightly bounce it back towards the wall and the collection ring at the bottom.
“What do you need?”
“Just got word from Vortison,” Rio’s voice said
eagerly. “He says he’s found the trigger and wants you to verify it.”
Paul stopped what he was doing and looked towards the
ceiling out of reflex. “Seriously?”
“Yes,” Rio said as the next thud came out and hit Paul
in the chest, bouncing off him and ending the drill in failure, but he didn’t
care.
“Now?”
“If you can spare the time.”
“Dumb question,” Paul said, telekinetically grabbing
his ambrosia bottle and heading out the door. “On my way.”
Paul walked into the lab along with Rio, both clad in
fresh clothes as the medtech in charge of genetic research waved them over with
a pair of curled fingers as he was manipulating a hologram with his other hand.
“Talk to me,” Paul said, walking up on his shoulder.
“I’ve always wondered why this one was so elusive, and
now I have my answer. I think it’s a resistance measurement with a temporal cap
restriction of at least a few minutes so some freak attack or condition
wouldn’t trigger it. Morgan’s gravity damage and her resistance to it was
prolonged and, I think, enough to push her over the edge. Your
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