Waves of blue spread out all around her.
Blue water.
Blue grass.
She glanced at the cyborg. The somewhat blue man. Even his skin had a blue cast to it as the outside reflected off him.
It was all around her. The blue was everywhere.
She shook her head. She would not be sleeping while he fortified their defenses. That reeked of laziness and entitlement. Two things that Freya could not stand. “I can assist you. My knowledge of data programming is extensive.”
“Our data is not like the Terran data streams.”
“Do you not use a base binary system?”
“We do.”
“Then I can use it.”
His expression looked doubtful. “Please.” He gestured to the nearby control panel and stepped away, his arm disconnecting from their inputs.
She stepped up to the controls and explored the system. It only took a few moments for Freya to find root menus and assess the general status of the nearby islands.
“It seems the systems per island are stable. The machinery seems to be functioning at normal levels,” she said.
“Correct,” he replied. “Where do you think the system blocking is coming from?”
“The third island. The scan is more intensive there.”
“I agree,” he said.
And was he smiling?
“You approve of my observations?”
He nodded. “However, the blocking prevents any read on the bio signs.”
“What are you scanning for?”
“Biological signs.”
“Don’t,” she said. “Scan for triokin compound.”
“The hardening agent? Why?”
“Every Terran weapon has triokin compound as a major component. Keeps the weapons from breaking down. It is common enough in most places that it’s not something people scan for. But it will give you an idea of what you’re up against.”
He raised his eyebrow, yet he plugged his arm into the console, and in a moment, a map displayed the nearby islands.
“There,” she said, pointing at the map. “The triokin.”
He nodded, and his eyes closed for a moment.
“Telling the others?”
“I cannot. The eclipse is blocking the signal.”
“So, what was that?”
