"Okay… Everyone go out into the waiting room, and sit down. Eve and I are going to run some final modifications to maximize our potential and our chances of victory against the Hyperlocust Hives. I believe that with this, we will be able to defeat them. I ate just yesterday, so I won't need to eat again for a week. So tomorrow, we will attack. Today, we'll get ready."
"Let me see… Stoick, you come with me. Valka, you go with Eve." Lisa said. "We're going to invest a few of you with Biomass Manipulation in order to assist us in modifying the soldiers. Please come with me, Stoick… Stoick II. Hurry up. The more time we spend preparing, the more time they have to hatch eggs. And I predict that the eggs have a gestation period of approximately a day and a half. So theoretically, the eggs laid today could hatch by the time we get there. They are born with complete memories of everything the parent or any member of the hive has seen. So with each generation, the Hyperlocusts become more dangerous. Come." She said, taking Stoick's hand, not noticing the enraged look on RAAM's face.
"Okay, I haven't told anyone except Eve the people who are actually getting Biomass Manipulation. You may tell or not tell as you like. You're going to be one of the people who get it. Valka will also be getting it. You two will be assisting Eve and I in modifying the people. So just lie down. The modification will tingle a little. Just stay calm and still." Lisa said. Stoick smiled.
"A kiss for good luck, Lisa?" Stoick asked hopefully. Lisa smirked at this and kissed Stoick on the lips once.
"Now, lie down. I'll not be long in this." Lisa said, pushing Stoick down on the bed with a strength that was belied by her small frame."
"I see you noticed my extreme strength. That's one benefit of having Biomass Manipulation. My muscles are impossibly dense, so despite the fact that I'm still as slender as ever, I'm able to exert the strength of hundreds of men. I can resist as much of the Hyperlocust Acid as you please. I have near limitless intelligence, skill and knowledge. That's the beauty of Biomass Manipulation. It can be used to alter someone on a genetic level so that they can gain any power they want."
"Okay. I guess that makes sense in a really weird sort of way. Just load me up with it, then, Lisa, sweetie."
"Don't call me sweetie. I may be your girlfriend, but I won't be your 'sweetie'."
"Okay, Lisa." Stoick said. Suddenly, though, he felt a sharp pinching sensation, and he yelped in pain, feeling dizzy momentarily."
"Okay, I planted a 'seed' of my power in your own brain. Right now, your power is merely an extension of my power. This allows me to modify you remotely. I can theoretically do it from any distance, but practically, you really should be in seeing distance of me for it to work at optimal capacity. For now, I shall be the one to modify you. While I do so, your body can learn how to use the power, and your brain, as it is enhanced, will comprehend intellectually the ability. Do you understand?"
"I think so. Just go to work." Stoick said. Lisa nodded and kissed him one more time, going to work on him, working on his head first, gently touching her hands to it. Although she didn't really need to touch him, she found that even when able to remote control her subjects, it was easier when she touched them. She was working on becoming more adept with Biomass Manipulation. Thus far, Eve was still the superior user.
After about ten minutes, though, Lisa finished her modifications. She then stood over Stoick and punched him fairly hard in the stomach.
"Ouch!! What the hell!!? Actually, that wasn't nearly as painful as I expected. I didn't even get winded. You punched me once before and I could barely breathe for five minutes. I thought I was going to pass out! But now… I barely felt it."
"Yes. I made your muscles super dense. You should be able to lift upwards of 600 pounds with one arm, do more than 10,000 sit-ups and if I'm correct, you'll be able to perform incredible acts of agility, strength and stamina. You should be able to hold your breath underwater for around fifteen minutes. You'll get better with practice. I gave you relatively minimal modification. You can modify yourself further. I gave you resistance to all but the hottest fire, but not plasma. So be careful that you don't let the Hyperlocusts devour your dragon. I have created clones of Toothless with complete memories. But if they gain the ability to spit plasma, we'll have trouble defeating them. You're resistant to typical Hyperlocust acid blood. But the Queen's acid will remain strong enough to damage you."
"Your skin is denser, so it will be harder to cut or pierce, and can take a good amount of damage. Watch." Lisa said, taking a knife, twirling it in her hand and jamming it into Stoick's abdomen. In fairness, it didn't leave any more than a small cut. Lisa also didn't use her full strength, knowing that she could still pierce right through skin, muscle and bone with her knife, even with it made denser."
"I wouldn't advise using that little trick until you're sure of your strength. I also made your bones denser. Therefore, they won't easily be broken. Incidentally, you're also about 11 kilograms, or 25 pounds heavier, due to your intensely dense skin, muscle and bone. This won't be a problem because your spine is also much denser and stronger. I would suspect that your IQ has also gone up by about 60-90 points. I'm still slightly new at this. I'm experienced enough not to mess it up. But you still should test your abilities before using them tomorrow. Let's see. What haven't I mentioned? Ah! Your nails. Look at them."
Stoick looked at his nails and gasped. They were at least an inch long and razor sharp. He tried biting them off, but found that they didn't yield to his teeth.
"I wouldn't advise that, Stoick. Your teeth are stronger, dense and strong as tempered steel. But they will have no effect on your nails. They are just as hard if not harder, and sharp as a scalpel. You could slice right through steel with those if you knew how to use them.
"Honestly, the nails and teeth weren't necessary modifications. I just felt like it. You should also have every power that I possess. I wrote a list of them down and their effect, along with the martial art style that goes with them. If you search your memory, you should find that you are a master of all martial art forms in existence. Your dragon has been trained in the same martial art forms, not because he can use them, but because if he knows the styles of martial arts you use, he can attune his flying to your fighting. By the way, you should have a good enough sense of balance now to stand and fight from dragonback while flying."
"Well… Th-these are very… Extreme modifications. I-I know I said I wanted you to modify me, but…"
"Oh, that's nothing. You should also live about as long as I do." Lisa said offhandedly. Stoick raised an eyebrow.
"How long is that, swe… Lisa?"
"Nearly forever. You won't ever die of natural causes, anyhow, and you have regeneration enough to not only keep you from grievous injury, but also young as long as you live… Which… Like I said, should be forever."
"Oh, dear. I'm not sure I want to live forever." Stoick said, his eyes widening slightly. Lisa shrugged.
"You've got Biomass Manipulation, too, Stoick. You can alter how long you live whenever you like. I hope that you talk to me before you do, though. I do love you… I-I know I'm not a very feminine or romantic person…" Lisa said, seeming very insecure at the moment that Stoick wanted to say something. But he also didn't want to lie. She wasn't a very romantic person. She wasn't exactly unfeminine though.
"I-I never really concentrated on girl stuff… I-I used to make voodoo dolls out of string when I was a little girl. I made one of a person whenever they bullied me."
"You were picked on as a child?" Stoick asked sympathetically. Lisa nodded nervously.
"It comes of being the most intelligent person in any given situation. I was smarter and knew more even than my teachers, even back in kindergarten. I could read, and write at an adult level, do math at an adult level. I was trying to explain the Theory of Relativity and particle physics while the rest of my class was learning addition and subtraction."
"Okay, that's… Unusual. Why didn't they just put you in college when you were five, then?" Stoick asked.
"They said I was too emotionally immature for college. 'School is about more than just academics, Your Highness.'" Lisa said in a very authoritative and pedantic tone as if talking to an infant. "'School is about learning to get along with your peers, and how to socialize. College students have already learned that. You wouldn't be able to fit in.'" Lisa continued. "'But professor, I'm able to get along with people. It's other people who can't get along with me! I can't help knowing more than them!'"
"'Well, have you ever considered dumbing down what you say around others?'"
"They told me basically to stop acting so smart! What kind of thing is that for a teacher to say! I had already learned all my school lessons through the end of high school by the time I was in second grade! Tell me what I was supposed to do!?" Lisa demanded furiously, tears flooding her bright blue eyes, grabbing Stoick and shaking him violently. Stoick grabbed Lisa's arm and pulled her off of him.
"Lisa, I'm not your elementary school bullies. Please don't treat me like them. I'll talk to you about it whenever you want, but I won't become a punching bag for your misplaced aggression."
"I'm sorry. I haven't even thought about this in just over a decade. The last time I thought about it, I was five. I confronted Mike about him and his friends picking on me. I showed him my collection of string dolls. I'm pretty sure I still have it. I'd been making them for three or four years already by the time I was five… Or was I seven? Either way… I'll show you if you like."
"I'd be glad to see them." Stoick said. Lisa smiled. "Well, just let me finish with the rest of the modifications. I've spent longer than I should with you, and need to move on to other people. Go and relax. Tell people or don't about having Biomass Manipulation. They'll find out eventually." Lisa said, waving Stoick off. Stoick walked out to practice with his new abilities.
Six hours later, Lisa finished the last person, and collected Stoick, bringing him up to her room. He had never really been in a girl's room before except the one time he had been in his sister's room. She was thirteen years old and had a bit of a brother complex. She was dating a nice guy from Berk that Stoick nonetheless didn't like. He suspected that his dislike was unfounded, and was because she was his sister and not for any rational reason.
Regardless, he still was uncomfortable around them. She said she didn't want to come to Arendelle with Stoick and the rest of the family. She was still training with her dragon, and had yet to come into her own power. She wasn't quite as talented as their mother nor as brave and occasionally rash as their father. She was smart, though, and he intended to have his grandmother start teaching her about Dragonology. She seemed more the academic type than the physical type.
Her boyfriend on the other hand was already about to join the Dragon Corps and was very talented with fighting and dragon riding. He could even stand on the dragon's back for fifteen seconds while it was flying. Stoick knew he was nice, but his occasionally aggressive tendencies worried him. Nonetheless, he followed Lisa up to her room, and found, to his bemusement that it was nothing like his sister's room. His sister's room was painted lavender and had Tidegliders, Sliquifiers and Windstrikers painted on the wall by her own hand. She was extraordinarily artistic, such that she had taken to painting portraits of riders and their dragons for a small fee. She was becoming quite well known in Berk for her artistic nature.
Lisa's room was just gray walls, bookshelves, a very Spartan bed and design and weapons hung on the walls. The room was full to the brim with biomechanical technology, likely of Lisa's own invention that seemed to hiss occasionally and release steam from vents that looked more like gills. It was dark inside the room until she turned on some halogen lamps on the ceiling that buzzed as they flared into life. Her floor was linoleum and looked very much like a mad scientist's room. There was little to no warmth in the room. She slept there, clearly but it seemed to have no life to it.
Then he saw another shelf that had a few teddy bears and stuffed dolls on it. This was a little bit confusing to say the least. But he went with it, resolving to ask her about them later. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, he never had to.
"Those stuffed animals were gifts for my birthday, or Christmas or another holiday. I told them I wanted lab equipment. They must have thought I was joking, because they got me stuffed animals." Lisa said, sounding slightly irritated that she couldn't just rip them up and throw them away.
"Here we go." Lisa said, typing in a passcode, speaking her name, and breathing in a mouthpiece before letting it scan her retina. Then there was a hydraulic hiss and the bookcase came out of the floor and the doors opened. Lisa stood back and Stoick fairly marveled at the vast number of string dolls that were on the shelves. He could see very clearly by the quality of the stitching how old they were, and which ones were more recent based on how well they were made.
"Well, I never knew you had so much anger internalized, Lisa. I'll have to watch out for you." Stoick said nervously. Lisa smirked at him, and hugged him, kissing him on the lips.
"I promise I won't kill you until I think up the perfect recipe to cook you with. Maybe Stoick Stew, or maybe I'll eat your liver with some Fava Beans and a nice Chianti…" Lisa said, giggling maniacally. Stoick gulped.
"Oh, calm down. I'm just joking. I promise I won't hurt you. You worry too much." Lisa laughed. Stoick shuddered, but nodded.
"I am capable of assimilating or devouring other creatures. My Biomass Manipulation allows me to break their bodies down to the molecular level and store their Biomass in my own Body, then manipulate it at a later date. The danger of that of course, is that It becomes a part of my own biology. There is a chance, albeit a small one that my own body will reject the Mass of the enemy I just Consumed."
"I know, Stoick that this sounds suspiciously like cannibalism. It isn't the same thing. I don't actually eat any of the flesh. Rather, it is literally assimilated into my own flesh. Let's take this little naked mole rat. I've named her Klara. Watch… Come here, Klara, sweetie." Lisa said kindly, coaxing Klara over to her, and picking her up. Soon, though, Klara shrieked in her own high pitched chitter and tried to escape. Her paws were already being absorbed, though. Stoick stared aghast at what Lisa was doing, and tried to stop her.
After a moment, Lisa released Klara, breathed deep and Klara seemed to calm down and skitter amiably back into her house, looking up at Lisa as though nothing had happened.
"W-what the hell did you just do!?" Stoick demanded. Lisa looked at him, confused slightly.
"I told you what I was going to do. I used my Biomass Manipulation to absorb Klara. It's really as simple as that."
"No! Klara doesn't look like anything at all happened! How did you do that! You spat her out, touched her again, and she looked at you like nothing at all happened!"
"Oh! Well, I used a mild psychic suggestion to wipe her memories of the last few moments. She was confused as to how she got in my hand, but she didn't remember any of what happened. I perform modification experiments on her sometimes. She can't speak, but she has the approximate IQ of a ten year old child. I plan to use my Biomass Manipulation to enhance her intelligence further. If I do so, she should be able to learn math and other subjects soon enough."
"Why don't you get a cat or a dog and do that on one of them?" Stoick asked, wondering why she would choose a creature as boring as a rodent.
"Well, I've been bugging my mother to let me get a cat. I hate dogs. Filthy, slobbering beasts that spend all their time sleeping, eating, barking or kissing ass."
"Wow. That's a pretty extreme opinion. I prefer dragons, personally. But dogs have their own charm, I suppose." Stoick replied. Lisa snorted.
"We need to get to bed early. There's no guarantee that we'll get to go to bed again for a few days. I modified your brain so that it could go as long as three days without sleep without any ill effect. I wouldn't suggest you test it in such a trying situation as a battle with the most inhuman monsters imaginable."
"Okay, Lisa… Good night… Oh, Lisa?" Stoick said, smiling shyly. Lisa looked up at him sharply. "Yeah" She demanded.
"I-I love you, Lisa." Stoick finished, feeling a pink blush come to his cheeks. Lisa blushed as well, though not as noticeably as Stoick had.
"I-I… I love you, too…" Lisa said, kissing him quickly, then shooing him out the door in embarrassment. She definitely wasn't used to showing emotion like this. She had always prided herself on being a cool and collected scientist. This was a new, and not necessarily welcome feeling that she was getting around Stoick. He was just so sincere and kind that she was having trouble keeping her barriers up around him. It was like he knew just where to poke to break her walls.
"Hey, Mom? Dad? I-I have a problem." Stoick said, feeling terribly lame at the moment. Hiccup and Astrid looked up at him, and invited him to sit with them.
"What is your problem, sweetie?" Astrid asked, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Dad? I never feel like I'm getting anywhere with Lisa. I love her, but there's always a wall around her that I can see her, but I never feel close to her. What should I do?"
"What are you talking about, Stoick?" Astrid asked, surprised. "I've seen Lisa get closer to you than she ever did to either of us. She's not an easy girl to get close to. Her intellect has always been a barrier between her and other people. She mostly locks herself in her lab, now, and she gets angry if anyone disturbs her, even to invite her to dinner. You've noticed the modifications that she's made to herself, right? She made them to her brother and her family as well. But they didn't take them for the same reasons that she performed them on herself."
"W-what do you mean, Mom?" Stoick asked Astrid. Astrid laughed.
"That silly girl modified herself so that she only needs to eat one meal a week, and could probably go two weeks without eating without undue effect. She only needs three or four hours of sleep a week. She only needs a glass or two of water a day, and as a result, she rarely needs to go to the bathroom. She has a bed, and she always has a place at the dinner table. But she rarely ever accepts the invitation, and when she does, she's typically silent through dinner. She eats as little as she can as quickly as she can and excuses herself." Astrid said, looking as though she was slightly worried as well.
"She does this because eating is when she's expected to be social, and going to the bathroom and sleeping are when she's at her most vulnerable. I doubt she realizes this consciously. But unconsciously…"
"She doesn't want to open herself up and be hurt again." Came a different voice from the doorway. Stoick looked up and saw Lisa's brother, Mike. He was such a large and muscular man. He was unsure why Mike wanted to be such a hulk of a man. But it wasn't his business.
"What do you mean, Mike?" Stoick asked. Mike sat down across from the family, and took a drink of water.
"Lemme tell you a story. Lisa showed you her string dolls, right? I know you were in her room earlier, and knowing her, it couldn't possibly be what most people would think if a girl invited a boy to her room. She must've shown you her dolls."
"Yes. They seemed out of place. The ones on her bookshelf she said were gifts that she didn't want, but felt compelled to keep, and the string dolls were made as effigies of children who had bullied her."
"Bingo! You noticed how many there were, right? Lisa's always been a bit out of place with her vast intellect and knowledge in such a mundane world as could not come close to understanding, and were even further from appreciating it. She was told as a child that if she couldn't act less intelligent, to just be silent. Men preferred women who didn't make them feel diminished. Stupid, right? Well, my friends and I back then agreed at the time, and we lost no opportunity to belittle or ridicule her. I was a real bully, a total cretin. Our mother and aunt were worried that the Locust DNA inside me had more of an effect than it should have."
"That wasn't the case. I was just an arrogant jerk, and I lost no opportunity to make myself feel bigger by making my sister feel smaller. I suspect that by the time she was seven, she had contemplated suicide more than once. You noticed all the dolls that looked like me, right? That's because I never tried to make her life easier for her. I never helped her. I never tried to keep my friends, such as they were, stop picking on her. I think Lisa still holds some resentment against me, even all these years later."
"Ironically, by the time she was thirteen, she was graduating college, and dating a young man from middle school. They were both thirteen. But he was an abusive man. I suspect she had come to expect abuse from her peers, even if she hadn't gotten any for years. I took care of him and got rid of him. He never came back. My sister hasn't had an easy life. So her cold demeanor is not entirely unexpected. She's more intelligent than anyone she knows. She knows more and has invented technology that would make the COG weep for their own ignorance."
"She makes posthumans as she calls them that are on her level intellectually. But I suspect she realizes, even if she doesn't want to admit it, that beings created by her can never really make her happy. They're for lack of a better word, fraternal clones of her. So I would appreciate it, Stoick if even if it's hard, that you keep trying to open her up. I lost my chance fifteen years ago when I decided that it would be fun to emotionally abuse and humiliate her. That's all I can really think to say. Get to bed, all of you. Lisa asked me to remind everyone to get enough sleep. We're leaving at daybreak."