The Lebha
Those we are...
Void dwellers
Generally, the Lebha stay in space. They have a wide variety of worlds they control but these worlds are used out of convenience. It's easier to establish industry on a planet as opposed to deep space. It's easier to centralize trade and control the flow of goods, as well.
Most species consider planets their home, but the eden lack a concept of a "homeworld." Their home is their ship, and they treat it as such. Every ship has its customs, its own culture. Those that live on the ship function the same way an established city would.
The bulk of their civilization lives in the void. Untold Billions live and die aboard their ships. The only exceptions to this rule are vigil worlds.
Vigil worlds
A vigil world is any planet used for vigils. A vigil is a rite of passage among the Lebha. It's a rigorous training and educational program designed to prepare those who take the vigil for a specific set of professions. A soldier would take a soldier's vigil, the Liv Hobhulis, or vigil of war. A diplomat, however, must take the Liv Thilosa, or vigil of mind.
There are six vigils: War, body, mind, soul, service, and leadership. Some professions require some to take a combination of vigils and others, such as the chroniclers, require all six. This is a tall order. The vigils can take years to complete, and that's if you manage to succeed on your first try.
Vigil worlds are locked in stasis. Vigil worlds have massive warp drives that affect the planet as a whole. This alters its relationship with time, allowing for the planet's clock to speed up relative to everything else. They can give elite training to armies in the same amount of time it took me to go through basic training at the wayfarer academy.
Day 4: A cooked meal...
I wake up in a fog, rising from my cot as if lifted by the most amazing smell. I stumble towards the door and when it opens, the smell hits me like a soft cloud. It smells like home, almost. Fraeia stands in front of an electric heating plate. They stare at a pan on top of the plate, motionless and impatient.
The pan starts bubbling and steaming as I scan the counters along the wall. I see two other pans, freshly used but also freshly cleaned. How long have they been cooking and what happened to the first two meals?
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"Cooking." They turn to me and then to the clean pans on the counter. "Trying to cook, at least."
"Cook what? All we have are tasteless bricks." I reply.
They narrow their eyes and open a drawer to their right. "Yes I know, but You have an entire shelf in here with spices. It doesn't have to be tasteless."
"I do?" I ask. They must have stocked the kitchen before I left Safeharbor. That's nice of them.
"You didn't know? I've been trying to find the best combination but I can't seem to get there."
"It smells fine to me."
"Does it?" They scrape the food out of the pan and into a black container. They hand it over, along with utensils.
I suddenly feel under pressure, but I feel a wave of relief when I take a bite. I'm not sure what surprised me more. Was it the radical change in texture or the amazing taste? I guess they diced the nutrient brick, giving it the consistency of rice. It somehow softened while being cooked.
My eyes go wide as a wave of savory flavor hits my tongue. Fraeia appears worried, clearly unsure of how to interpret my reaction. I shake my head and hold my hand over my mouth as I speak, "How? What sorcery is this?"
They narrow their eyes and smile. "You do know these bricks were designed to be cooked, right?"
Eden cuisine
Nutrition blocks, nutrient bricks, void rations… whatever you call them, these monstrosities were designed by the eden, yet another marvel of genetic engineering. They come In several varieties, each matching a specific species' nutritional needs. You wouldn't be able to tell the difference, though. They're tasteless, designed to be shaped and molded to suit whatever dish you're trying to simulate. The texture changes when heated. The result depends on the amount of heat applied, and the amount of time it's cooked. They can be tenderized, giving them a consistency of meat, diced and cut to resemble slices of fruit or vegetables, the possibilities are endless. With the right seasoning, you can emulate just about any dish. It makes sense when you think about it. The eden spend most of their life in the void. Food spoils over time, meaning you'd have to make frequent trips to resupply. More than that, the storage required to maintain a proper food supply would be a logistical nightmare.An art and a science
Eden cuisine took on a whole new meaning with the development of these bricks. Since they don't rely on what we would normally think of as food, they aren't limited by ingredients. As long as you have something to give it flavor, you're golden. For this reason, the eden learn how to cook with it while living as neophytes. It offers variety and spices can be easily obtained. When not available, they can be artificially produced using a gene lab. Experimentation is encouraged and often yields spectacular results. Cuisine among the eden is a serious matter, and they pride themselves on whatever original dishes they manage to create. This does have a downside, however. They are a little sensitive. I got lucky. If you do find yourself eating something that's not to your liking, grin and bear it. It's better that way.Genetic matrices
The eden are a species of clones rendered infertile due to countless millennia of genetic tampering. Every eden resembles a member of a different species. That would mean there is no such thing as a true eden. Their biology is different, but from the outside, their bodies are the same.
To emulate a species, the eden collect genetic samples from individuals of that species. These samples are studied and used to develop a genetic matrix, a genome designed to illustrate all prime example of said species. It could take thousands of samples to produce it, sometimes more if the gene pool is suffering depletion or full of problematic mutations.
Once a matrix is complete, newborn eden may select it during their growth stage. While the eden can alter elements of their genetic code at any time, the matrix itself is another story. An eden using a human matrix will always appear human. That being said, it is possible to change it. It just takes enormous amounts of time and effort. Changing your matrix is also said to be extremely painful.
Biological Perfection
The matriarchal eden may look like us, but biologically they are very different. Their blood, for example, is black and penetrates almost any substance, leaving a black stain behind. It's a dense fluid of elements designed to protect them from contagious diseases and extreme radiation. It also clots and heals more efficiently compared to human blood.
Genetic matrices also leave out certain vestigial characteristics of a species. An eden using a human matrix lacks wisdom teeth, for example. They also lack tailbones and chose to leave out the appendix. Furthermore, while their organs are functionally the same, you couldn't remove a human kidney and expect it to work in an eden's body.
I recently discovered that the eden also like to mix and match various biological traits from other species, while maintaining their genetic matrix. They can add advantageous traits not found in their emulated species, such as bioluminescent skin or organs like venom sacs. They incorporate these traits into their anatomy, usually using the now empty space where vestigial traits once lingered.
Day 10: a shocking revelation...
"You have what?" I ask, my face scrunching up.
"I have three organs that store electrical charges." They reply. Fraeia points to their stomach, then continues, "I have one where your appendix would be. It produces and stores large amounts of electricity that can be discharged at any time. The result is a high voltage shock." They pause and poke the skin of their forearms. "The other two are much smaller, located between the muscles wrapped around the ulna and radius. They deliver a much lower voltage."
I want to reach out and feel for it. Why do we do that? It'll gross me out, and the thought of touching skin fills me with dread. I can't help myself, though. I start to reach out and they present their arms with a nod. I prepare myself for the sensation and rub the space in between the bones in their forearm. I feel a rounded bump, a bulge hidden deep under the skin.
I feel a sudden shock, something that's hard to describe. It hurts but I feel no pain, just a vibration as the shock seizes my muscles. On impulse, I scream, and my hand jolts back.
Fraeia drops their arms to their side. They watch me squirm for a moment, then speak through stifled laughter, "Sorry. I couldn't help myself."
I rub my fingers and hands as if to relieve the tingling sensation "Why is that even necessary?"
"As a security officer, it would be my job to subdue and transport prisoners. It also helps in hand-to-hand combat. If I was to be captured, it would offer me a weapon the enemy can't take without extreme effort, and that's if they even find out about it before I manage to escape."
I smile. "That's smart."
They nod. "It also helps for medical aid. I can resuscitate someone if their heart stops, though it's difficult to control the voltage."
I look down at their stomach then back to their eyes. "How 'high voltage' are we talking?"
"I could put you into cardiac arrest in seconds. For subjects that aren't as susceptible, I can use my body to make a circuit." Fraeia clasps their hands together as if to demonstrate. "I can deliver six hundred volts, with roughly a ten percent loss per second due to grounding."
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OMG Amber how long did you go without knowing you could cook these bars? Fraeia why u so cool? AMBER THAT'S A BAD IDEA, NO PIRACY
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