Chapter 32

Sparky hovered at the edge of the digital limbo. His friends were caught and his brother could be anywhere. In hindsight this was just like him. I think I should have a word or two about trust after this is all over, he would have frowned had he had a head. Though in electrical void he had no physical being, just a collection of free electrons with his DNA imprinted inside each tiny sphere of electrical energy. Jumba had explained the process to him once before, maybe he should have listened. Nevertheless, finding Trilby was his main task now. The cameras! But, he wouldn't be on any camera feeds, he wouldn't trigger any motion sensors, or make an audible noise. His options were rather limited. But he was still free, he was still here, and willing to help in any way he could. His non- existent face would have been contorted in thought. Thinking in general had never really been a staple diet for Sparky, he had always felt jumping into a fight and declaring justice as the head mode of battle. And normally it worked out fine. But he had realised that it was only half of the bundle. When, Trilby did the planning it normally worked out fine as well. Perhaps, it was time to mix the two. Now he needed to adopt almost the polar opposite mindset.

If I were Trilby where would I go? In truth Sparky knew Trilby the best, but he still found his brother hard to read. He was trying to take the ship down from the inside so where would he go? Of course the captain's room! The hub- the control centre. Sparky sparked. The only way he could express glee or any emotion of any kind, here. He followed the current, a supercomputer needs to get its power from somewhere, and wherever it is- it isn't in that laboratory. The supercomputer was huge, thus it took him more aimless wondering to find a path out of the maze of a computer. He found a large electrical pathway- a wire. He followed it, reaching the solid wall that was the access panel at the other end. Sparky had no idea who was on the other side of the panel, only that they wouldn't be… Soon enough. Sparky prepared to re- manifest, re animate. The calm ecstasy of the electrical land he was in was cast off. He was steeled, he was strong. He had absorbed enough electricity from the computer, and was running hot. 100% power. He could take risks. Sparky leapt out of the panel his electrical cells, becoming living cells in an almost instantaneous reaction. The alien on the receiving end, was thoroughly shocked both literally and metaphorically. Before he could say a word he dropped to the ground juddering violently, while being deathly paled by the surprise. Immediately, he heard sirens, lights flashed in a red torrent. Sparky looked around at the sea of faces that had turned to witness his arrival, like the alien he had just shocked- mostly by accident. They all wore shocked expressions. It did not take long to piece together that this was the generator, and the red lights were not natural. Sirens, red lights- the alarm had been triggered. Either it hadn't been disabled since he left or Trilby was in trouble. The welling of emotion, as the subconscious sense of duty kicked in. Movement around him, snapped him back to reality, his mind was racing, his heart beating like a tribal drum. The unison- matching the pace of the tension. The huge machine of vast proportions- the generator, it resembled an enormous scaled up motor. The buzz in the air was a testament to the analogy, and the smell of frying metal another. Sparky breathed in, he smelt electricity, the generator's electromagnetic field filled the air with a tingly dose of electricity. He felt it fill his body, he summoned it to the forefront of his mind. He allowed his electrical energy- stored in the cells in his fur- accumulate through his conductor paws, an enormous arsenal. If Trilby was indeed in trouble then he was going to help- the only way he knew how. Utter chaos. The ecstasy- the thrill of imminent destruction. All around him people took cover diving behind metal partitions, panels and gaps in the machines dimensions. The small yellow experiment was absorbing electricity, didn't bode well. Unfortunately, for them, they could not fathom the power of the approaching shock. The glow of electricity lit his paws. They glowed with a growing light. Bigger and more impressive light. He felt a sting on the back of his neck, like a needle prick. He turned to see the one bulky guard the barrel of his plasma rifle still smoking. He seemed taken aback by the ineffective charge. Sparky revelled in the aliens confusion. The look of hopelessness as it drained from their face. The look of growing horror at the danger- they stared at. Sparky mummified that face. Why did he ever turn good? To which he shook his head- he was doing for this for Trilby. He absorbed the energy in the air, confining it to the 'Jigawatt jolt' forming in his arms. The Jigawatt jolt- his signature ability. It used half his store of electricity, the power it conducted was monumental. He had taken down entire spaceships with it, overloading ships had been his specialty back in the day. He couldn't overload the whole ship, it was too big, but he could disable a large section of the ship. The nostalgia was rife in his mind. If Trilby wanted the ship taken down from the inside, then a little destruction couldn't hurt. He was doing this for Trilby after all…

"Who is I kidding," He shouted in very disjointed English.

And let loose the 'Jigawatt Jolt'.