Going from researcher to hero is almost easy compared to falling in love with an alien world.

Lydra wanted to live a life as a researcher and focus on solving mysteries of genetics. She never intended to become one of those mysteries.

Trapped in an experiment gone wrong she ends up blue and powerless on her own world, so she decides to be a freak amongst freaks elsewhere.

Guardian Base Vidiaro is populated by locals, but Lydra gets by doing her crime scene analysis until the day that the experiment that started on her own world takes its course. She goes from an anomaly to a hero, and isn’t sure which she really wants to be.

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Lydra clung to the safety railing at the edge of the roof and looked down at the pulsing and churning waves. “So, the only way here is by air.”

Her cousin, Mirdok, nodded. “Yes. This is a secure facility. How did you get them to agree to your visit?”

“Ah, I have excellent grades and a leaning toward genetic research. They are courting me.” She turned and looped her arm through his.

He sighed. “And how did you get the Citadel to agree to have me fly you around the islands?”

She laughed. “I am very smart, Specialist Mirdok. They are courting me, too.”

“My aunt has a lot to answer for.”

“She’s busy teaching. Now, shall we meet the researchers? I am eager for my tour.” She elbowed him in the ribs, and he sighed, leading her toward the bright-faced researcher who was desperate to get her on their team.

EmberCorp Genetics was the most respected and effective genetic research and alteration facility on their world. They got the best and brightest minds in their entire solar system and occasionally beyond. They wanted Lydra Yrick, and she was considering the staggering sum that they were willing to pay for both her mind and access to her genetic code.

“So, as you can see, the equipment we have here is second to none. We do research for the Citadels, the Sector Guard, and occasionally, we even get diagnostic requests from the Nyal Imperium.” There was pride in Administrator Rorring’s voice.

Lydra looked at the scanners and equipment. Her fingers itched to be working on those machines. She tried to act casual. “Do you have anything new?”

The administrator smiled as if sensing her capitulation. “We have been working on a genetic accelerator.”

That perked her interest. “What?”

“Well, as a potential power yourself, you know that a few generations is sometimes all that is needed to unlock the power in the genes. We have created a machine to do the work of those generations.”

Lydra cleared her throat. “Can I see it?”

“Our researchers are eager to show it to you.”