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necessary to blend perfectly within their chosen civilization.   
            Class IV Morph:  By sampling their subject, this class of morph can exactly duplicate a life form down to the cellular level.  The morph speed is nearly instant, usually with only a few minutes required for gestation of the biological sample.  The disguise is complete enough to fool a medical doctor.  Social skills will be highly advanced.  Class IV morphs typically excel in professions such as acting, politics, and professional sports.
            Class V: Capable of inducting other matter into their disguise, a morph of this class will have the ability to absorb other life forms at the cellular level.  In most cases the Class V is a single consciousness capable of driving dozens of surrogates simultaneously.  These are typically a conquest-minded species and prefer to assimilate entire cultures.  The DuNai consider Class V morphs to be hazardous in nature, and should not be approached without engaging the Onkx's bio-shielding at its highest energy setting.  Universal precautions dictate that all Class V morphs should be treated as infectious hazmat until proven otherwise.
           

The Hot Rod
           

           Once Veena and Aldoo showed up, school began to change.  Devices training gave way to Skiff training that was supposed to give way to Primary Space Travel, followed by Tactical Weapons School, then finally Galactic Transport School.  In total it was over fifteen Terran years of flight school, interspersed with about a dozen other classes.  It sounds like fun, but it was hell.  Fascinating, but some damned hard training.
           But it all started with the Skiff.  Think of an X-15 crossed with a jet ski and you'd be on the right path.  She was little, two people max.  Agile and quick on the acceleration.  In my old life I had driven a lotta hardware, but the best jet fighter on Earth wouldn't hold a candle to the Skiff.  Veena and I had so much fun on that thing.  We used to scrape the sky by taking her up in this parabolic arc that just touched the edge of space before we'd drop straight down like a Kamikaze.  What a screamer she was, the Skiff, not Veena.  Naw, my sister from another galaxy loved the plunge.  Once we started diving, she'd lean forward into the controls with her teeth gritted and a smile three feet wide.  The skiff was easily our favorite homework.
           Aldoo didn't have to take Skiff training because he'd had experience with better ships back in his old life.  He had actually skipped a lotta coursework, being from a much higher technological era than either of us girls.  He avoided most of Devices Training (lucky bastard) and basic Astrophysics.  I kinda started to get a vibe that he didn't much like talking to us cave women, sorta an air of superiority.  Y'know?  Not that I couldn't really blame him.  Veena and I were amazed by the simplest things back then.  We were both from bass-ackwards civilizations on the edge of their own industrial revolutions.  Hell, we got excited over the skiff.  Back where Aldoo comes from they let children ride those things at amusement parks.
           So it didn't take long for me to start thinking he was a little stuck up.  Asshole from the future.  No, correction; really dreamy looking asshole from the future.  There was just something about him that drove me to distraction.  Geeeze, I had no control over my hormonal system at that point in my development.  I'd forgotten how it felt to be that physical age again.  I'd gotten pregnant with Cassie when I wasn't much older than this, and in a war zone, no less.  
           So after getting hammered in some excruciating courses like astrophysics, and few that were just downloads of mind-numbingly boring data, I got my first break since the Skiff; Music class.  Seriously...a class where I had to sit around and listen to music.  At the time I saw no downside.  I'd drink