The hivemind is conquering for me?

With Ronnie calmed I went for a shower which Orchid and Onyx joined without refute and changed into some new clothes instead of a love juice soaked spacesuit. Ronnie brought along a nice variety of clothing and they must of been high quality as my speculation was right. Human clothes made by humans for humans were indeed very comfortable.

Since we were on the ship, I felt no need to dress up and wore a simple blue collard t-shirt and some black joggers. Walking back out into the cockpit Ronnie was still there messing with buttons and tapping on screens.

“You know you’ve been doing that all morning, is the ship going to explode or something if you stop?” Ronnie who had been caught in his hobby flushed with embarrassment. “No she wont explode or anything its just that… She likes it.”

My eyebrow raised and my face warped into confusion. “She likes it? As in the ship?” Ronnie nodded his head meekly. A minute passed and no one said a sound, growing impatient I decided to give Ronnie the opportunity to explain. “Would you care to elaborate or would you like me to continue thinking you’re weird?”

Ronnies heart sank at the notion if his Father thought he was weird he would not know what to do with himself. “D-D-D-Don’t misunderstand it’s not a weird thing. Its to do with my Psionic ability!” Ronnie paused to gage my reaction, my brow was raised again but this time out of curiosity. “Go on.”

Ronnie took a breath to compose himself. “When I used to live out on the streets before Mother Sophia brought me into her family, I always had a way with machines. I could speak to them and understand if they needed maintenance or if their circuits were hurting or if they just wanted to be used. I was only a little kid then and did not know what Psionics were and just thought it was normal.

It was actually one of the reasons I was living on the streets as people would ignore or kick out the crazy child who was talking the the walls and other household appliances like toasters, which are awesome by the way, It was Mother who finally told me about my ability shortly after I was took in and I no longer felt like a weirdo since.”

I was honestly impressed with Ronnies ability. As Ronnie explained a little bit more about his power It seemed a mix between technokinesis and Electronic/machine communication. As well as “Hearing” machines and technology Ronnie can also channel power from sources of energy and use it to expel electricity from control points on his body such as his hands.

“So when were you brought in to the family Ronnie? you said you were a kid?” “Yea I was around 6 at the time and was already living on the street for 2 years when a member of the family found me, when she came up to me she said my mind smelt good and I should go with her to meet my new family and it was the best thing to ever happen to me tied with finally meeting you Father.”

I rolled my eyes at the unneeded flattery but let it pass. “6 years old and living on the street… I’m sorry you had to go through that, but how come no law enforcement or child services helped you?” I was confused by this since a multi system spanning race must have basic policing and such at this point.

Ronnie let out a unconscious scoff before recoiling in fear after the act, waiving the act off I told him to explain. “If I was on the northern hemisphere I would have been and would also have been blind and never become part of the family, Fortunately I was born in the southern hemisphere of Ecumenopolis 4 which is in all but name a gigantic slum that gets worse the further south you go.

Mother once told us that the Spartari leave it that way to encourage youths to join the armed forces as it’s a spectacular and more importantly free way to get off the planet.”

I had to admit it was a smart play on the Spartari’s part. Desperate people who want a fresh start away from the hell they had their whole life simply had to join the ever active war effort and they get to leave and get paid for it.

“Speaking of youths and their futures, tell me about yours Ronni. What do you plan to do in the coming years?” A rather wicked and uncharacteristic smile etched across Ronnie face at my query. “My plan or rather Mothers plan for me is brilliant. Next year when I turn 20 I will enrol into the Spartari college of Psionics.

It is there I will build a name for myself and reach as high as possible in Spartari military or gain control of a forge planet as a head techno mechanic which will then Increase the power of the family while they stay safe in the shadows. As long as I don’t start showing of course.”

When he mentioned showing my mind drifted to the person Onyx mentioned Samantha being almost fully converted before my interest fell on something else he mentioned. “What is this college you spoke of?” “Oh the college of Psionics? For how incompetent the Spartari are, The way they treat people capable of psionics is smart.

Enrolment is easy enough, there is a test ever year for Psionic strength if you pass you are accepted no questions asked.” “But wouldn’t they try to Force a person into joining the army if you were to go there?” For a civilisation based on war I would assume they would take any chance they could get to increase their power and Psionic users were indeed powerful.

“While you would think that they do not force you surprisingly, If you offer to join their military you receive more rewards and other things important while there. That being said, They understand the dangers of a pissed off psionic user and would rather not force one to do something they would rather not do.

Their whole motto at the college is as long as humanity grows stronger, It does not matter where the strength winds up. They say this as most Psionic users will end up doing a spell of mercenary work anyway fighting Spartari’s allies or helping outer rim colonisations so its a win win for both parties.”

Ronnie was turning out to be a good little infodump for me. Now for all I know this could be common knowledge among Spartari but for me It was incredibly useful. The college sounded intriguing and I may end up joining to see if I can learn anything more about Psionics from humans. Fortunately I would not have to decide too soon as Ronnie said the next enrolment is a year away.

The day passed by quickly as I bore question after question into Ronnie. He tried to answer every question the best he could Most he did answer some he could not and a few he was told his mother would answer as she could say so officially instead of him guessing.

At some point Ronnie began to yawn aggressively so I decided to release him from question jail, Temporarily, and went to spend some time with my women.

Entering my room I could feel a chill pass through my body at the look Orchid was giving Onyx. If looks could kill Onyx would have been reduced to atoms. Orchid was sat on my bed with her legs crossed and her back against the wall and Onyx was holding my Spacesuit in her arms like a baby.

“So does anybody want to explain why the room Feels like a snowstorm has just passed through?” Upon hearing my voice, Orchid and Onyx stopped whatever hostility was going on and as if a switch was flipped in their minds their faces became full of love and happiness.

“Apollo-mate!” It was Orchid who ,through a feat of super capability, practically materialised in front of me from her legs crossed position with the speed she had just travelled and dove straight into my chest. Not expecting a tackle right then I was brought crashing to the ground with her on top of me.

“ow.” I said in reflex as you do when you bump into a wall or something similar even though it did not actually hurt. Orchid was about to speak before she was elevated off me and now was floating in the air.

Floating may have been the wrong word as upon closer expectation a thick tail was wrapped around her waist before she was thrown onto the bed. “Orchid, I told you I was next to receive Apollos seed inside of me. I’m sorry but its fixed there’s nothing you can do. ” Onyx said in the monotonous voice of her stalker form before eying me up and down like a slab of meat.

“And now the death glare makes sense.” I said with a sigh while rising to my feet.