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Sydney heard the alarm as she was meditating on a temporal-neutral* yoga mat. (machine made and untouched)

Sighing deeply she unfolded herself and stood in a single fluid motion her lithe form moving with a slow grace. Then she kicked on her slippers and slid on her gloves to protect herself from accidental fallback before heading to the briefing room.

As she walked the corridor she was assailed briefly by the communications traffic in the tower now that it was on alert a punishment for allowing her self control to slip. But her loss of control of her Omnilingual ability did provide her with a brief idea of the reasons for the excitement.

The description of the events and the assets involved made it plausible that she and her team would soon be in combat against someone who was or had connections to a Technomorph or at least alien technology. Because of the snippets of information she was tempted to stop and focus her ability on the feeds of the tower and query the system for images but resisted the urge knowing it might delay her and force her to be bored out of her skull in the mandatory punishment class usually assigned for such. She had been bathing once when such a call came and shown up nude wrapped in only a towel as her passive form of protest and later defended her state of dress expressing a desire to adhere to the rules as her reason; today was different.

She loathed combat missions preferring instead to use her abilities to investigate crime scenes or to serve as a translator for visitors from space or dimensions. It wasn’t that she felt in danger in combat knowing her random effect on probability would at least blunt the blow allowing her to survive.

She stopped just outside the briefing room door collecting her thoughts and shifting her expression from annoyed to smiling saying softly to herself; “I am here till probability rescues me.”

Then she entered and stood at the back of the room looking at the chairs around the table her expressing still smiling but her communication power telling any who looked that she saw the chairs as if they were covered in some sort of unknown filth.