This is it! Go time. No longer can I stick my head in the sand or pretend that my kraken honey hasn’t knocked me up.
"What do you mean, Lila?" I hear you ask. Well, it means I’m screwed. And not in the good way.
After the lightning attack on Iceen triggered my latent Skarrian abilities, they’ve kicked into gear big time. Not only am I a lightning cat whisperer, but I’m also a mimic.
I just became the perfect compatible option for any species in the galaxy. Which is not exactly an appealing thought. If I don’t get control of my abilities, it could be dangerous not only for me but for my little ones too.
So we're headed home to Skarr where I can give birth and get a handle on my mimic abilities before I splice myself into a dozen different species and get stuck that way.
Never a dull moment in the Galaxy Circus that’s for sure.
