Dergtober Day 20 -- Storm
“YOU.”
Seep felt as if the Sandsurge’s hard stare had shot straight into his face. He felt winded from the impact. He wasn’t often put into a position where he was on the back foot, let alone on first entering a room.
“Me?” He managed as she sprinted over to him, drawing her neck up as high as she could to meet him.
“You are the resident engineer, yes?” She tilted one eye at him to peer into the reflection of his lenses.
Seep craned his neck back and tried to keep her stare, feeling bewildered at the hostility seeing as she was the one to invite him over.
“Yes, I mean, I’m not the only one but I— who are you anyway?”
“Cesarie.” She flicked the sail of her tail boisterously, “I am a bio-engineer. I needed to be polite and say hi and ask some questions and all that, good clan you got here. But then again I’m used to working in really cramped, nasty conditions, at least this place has heating. I’ve seen some real blighters when it comes to labs…”
She began to ramble about her journey over from the Lightning territory. Seep couldn’t quite keep up and let his mind wander, inspecting what she had done with her chamber.
Cesarie’s den pulsed with an organic, ethereal green light. He squinted through his goggles to see delicate glow worms threaded from the cave ceiling, softly wriggling from their silken strands. The slime molds and algae that practically crawled on every surface let off their own glowing hues. There were terrariums and specimen jars lined up along racks and racks of shelving. Illuminated roaches and isopods trundled about in dimly lit habitats, a swarm of fireflies bonked persistently against the glass of their temporary tank.
In the middle of the chaos was a huge bell jar filled with a soup of green and blue ooze. Or, what he believed was ooze. It certainly seemed lively, it let out a belch of bubbles which popped vigorously. This caught Cesarie’s attention.
She marched over, knocking some spanners and tools onto the floor on the way, and slammed a fist on the worktop.
“SIMMER DOWN.” She barked.
The ooze let out a flatulent ‘glop’ and settled down.
Seep chuckled, he could relate. His own experimental subjects could be just as cheeky.
“This is my prototype.” She grunted, rolling the jar onto its side and tweaking the instruments and strappings attached to it. “I call her ALGEE. Aviator Levitator Green Energy … something something… I’m workin’ on it.”
“Ehh, the acronym’s usually more important than the words used to put it together.” He shrugged, “But uh, what does it mean? What is that thing?”
After bashing a few loose screws into place she heaped the jar onto her back (Seep watched her ‘percussive adjustments’ approvingly, making note to brush up on his own technique.) She pulled the arm straps tight and the jar sat snuggly between her two sails. She placed on an aviator’s cap and pinged the goggles to her forehead.
Cesarie yanked a toggle on her strap and the jar hummed and sizzled with light. The glass shook violently and it began to lift of its own accord, pulling her up like a hot air balloon. She hung precariously in the air, her legs kicking and her tail wagging excitedly.
Seep laughed in amazement, “Impressive! And this is the prototype? This could be a paradigm shift in–”
There was a crack and a hiss and a whizz all at once.
Cesarie dropped like a stone and hit the ground with a winded “Oof.”
Cesarie picked up her jar of gooey, glowy ALGEE and juggled it from one paw to another. It must have been hot from the intense chemical reactions. There was a large crack down the size.
“As I said. Prototype. But one day, this baby’ll fly all the way to the dunes and back. That foreman will be sorry he ever fired me for collecting algal samples on the job…” She began to rant and ramble once again, Seep sat himself down for the long haul.