Re: Mission 5: Amaya's Gate
There was a moment where Nyton Claymere lost himself, Yukari thought as she floated in simulated black space surrounded by data panels.
The Shosa swore she could hear his very soul snap like a dried stick when he spoke those words —
"I think you're beautiful." At no time in the years she knew Nyton had she ever heard him, directly or indirectly, utter those words. Certainly not to a sprite in whom he previously expressed no fancy. Hinoto's reaction was confirmation; the response made
no sense to her.
Nyton's response to that started out as sweat.
Miharu had already confirmed his elevated body temperature, as Yukari had asked the computer provide any abnormal readings it had. It had also confirmed his readiness to have intercourse, as his pants left nothing to imagine. His choked
cry for help as he tried to compensate for pleasure with pain, that was the moment the struggle truly began.
Yukari already wrote off Amaya, glancing at her psionic profile floating off to the side of the visual log, itself boxed in by different datapoints similar to an engineering blueprint. Amaya was powerful, but mostly defense-oriented, and she still had to break through the PSC, which Hinoto confirmed
to be intact shortly after Nyton's self-injuring started. Amaya's profile quickly faded.
Eve's limited one replaced it, but was almost transparent. Eve, for all her power, would have tripped the PSC. Hacking one to conceal psionic signals, especially one that had for so long been outside PANTHEON proper, was too improbable to believe.
Miharu had months to devise her own PSC signals and encryptions, ones Eve would not be able to ask PANTHEON to give her. Absent an Ichiro-like betrayal, brute force was required, and that would have been noted.
When Hinoto touched Nyton again,
Miharu registered another rise in the Nepleslian's temperature, to 37.5 Celsius. Yukari's lips slid into a lopsided frown; touching was important, then, to Nyton's condition. It also explained why he went so far as to
fake a stumble so he could touch Hinoto even more.
The condition is fed by touch, and he wants or needs to feed it. Hinoto ordered the
coverup ... played into the condition instead of fighting it ... defeated his attempt to confine her ... then
pushed his condition to the hilt. Yukari was uncomfortably aware how well Hinoto's technique worked.
At least Yukari understood how the head wound came about.
If the condition were purely sexual, and so long suppressed, such an — she swallowed —
impressive release should have given him pause, and he should have uttered some thankful phrase.
What he did say made the stolen datacore earn the blood lost to retrieve it.
Melisson.
Old records from the
YSS Sakura put Nyton very close to the interpreter form of the broodmother, easily close enough to perhaps plant some kind of "seed." Hinoto's analysis, Yukari surmised, was accurate.
Just how chilling that possibility was ...
No. Focus.
The rest of the data upload were a display to Hinoto's cleverness and, truly, her ruthlessness. It bore no new revelations, other than perhaps Nyton's libido was very powerful, if it was indeed Melisson-fueled.
At least one more temperature change was noted by
Miharu.
That was that. Yukari folded her hands in her lap, pushing aside all of the data panels floating around her person deep inside an empty little part of
Miharu, made just for her.
Two images remained: Melisson and Nyton.
I have half the puzzle. Now I must have the other half.
Leaving the black space, Yukari's vision returned to the damaged main screen and her console. She was starving, and wanted a nutrition bar, but it was rude to talk with a mouth full of food.
"Hinoto, I have completed my analysis of the data. Thank you. ... Are you OK, having seen and done all this?" She asked as if she were a concerned parent.