Star Fox: Miyu's Love - Chapter 46 – A Year On Venom: Your Test Results May Vary by LeoCuttridge < Submission

Keywords male 1169799, female 1059104, bunny 110041, lynx 13579, lemur 4363, star fox 3420, meerkat 2606, toad 1545, simian 389, miyu lynx 182, leo cuttridge 48, amanda toad 29, dash bowman 14, chartiri simmons 5, medical testing 2, sgt alton 1

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Leonidas Cuttridge, Rob Cuttridge, Judy Cuttridge, Lawrence Lynx, Patricia Lynx, Chartiri Simmons  and Sid Chalmer is copyright myself, Leo Cuttridge (Leo_cuttridge@proton.me).

The content written for this story arc will range from a PG rating all the way up to NC-17 and X-rating, therefore, this fanfic is recommended for adult reading only.

~Star Fox: Miyu's Love~

~Chapter 46 – A Year On Venom: Your Test Results May Vary~

--Day 022, Corneria Air Force Base Hospital, Amanda's Office, 09:58--

Amanda sipped from her cup of coffee as she looked over some documents for her next patient coming in.  She remembered him from the Papetoon mission several months back and with the help of her expertise in biology and medicine, along with the understanding of the basic elemental properties of flaysium, she was able to save his life.  She looked through what was now Sargent Alton's medical history since the event, nothing showing anything negative and out of the ordinary.  He appeared to be leading a normal and happy life.
Another minute of reading and her office door opened, her lead nurse coming in followed by a tall male meerkat along with a slightly shorter female meerkat holding the hands of two very short meerkats, aged between 6 and 8 Amanda was guessing.  “Sgt Alton to see you, doctor,” the lead nurse said.
“Thank you very much, dear,” Amanda said, the lead nurse motioning the four to chairs in front of Amanda's desk.  “Sargent Alton now, is it?  Congratulations on your promotion, my friend!” Amanda said proudly with a salute.
“Thank you very much, Doctor,” Alton said, smiling.  “It is a great pleasure to see you again.  Honey, kids... this is the woman that saved my life on Papetoon many months back.  Amanda this is my wife Kyree, and our son and daughter Silas and Lillian.”
Kyree moved forward to hug Amanda happily. “Thank you soooo much for saving my sweetie, doctor,” she said with a teary smile.
“My pleasure, Mrs Alton,” Amanda said with a smile.  She then looked down at the kids who each had a toy model Arwing in the pockets of their trousers.  “Ooh, those are neat airplanes, kids!”
“Yeah!  We got Arwiiiings!” Silas said excitedly.
“They're the best!” Lillian replied.
The three adults chuckled happily at the children's excitement.  “They sure are.   Are you wanting to fly those when you both grow up?” Amanda asked.
“Yeaaaah!”  The children both said excitedly.
“Well, I tell you what... I am really good friends with some of the best pilots of Arwings, so if you two can promise to get good grades in school and enroll in the Academy, I will put in a good word for the both of you to become pilots,” Amanda said.  The children then began to hop up and down with the most surprised faces.
“Yaaaaaay!” They replied as they hugged Amanda from the sides of her hips.
“Hehehe  Thank you so much doc,” Kyree said happily.  “We can never thank you enough for all you've done so far.”
“I'm always happy to help, ma'am,” Amanda said, giving the kids a hug in each of her arms.  “Anyways Sargent, if you would follow me into the exam room, we can start your checkup for the quarter,” she said, motioning Sgt Alton to the next room.  Kyree and the kids took a chair in Amanda's office in the meantime.
Alton followed Amanda into the next room and motioned him to sit down on the examination table.  “Today we're doing the normal readings, along with a blood draw and stress test,” Amanda said as she began to take readings from Alton's body with a stethoscope on his back and chest.  “Have you had any feelings of sickness since the incident on Papetoon, Sargent?”
“Not at all, doc,” Alton said with a smile.  “Not even a seasonal sickness.  Maybe a headache or two from work stress at the worst.”
“That's good to hear,” Amanda said.  She took down her notes and numbers and reached into a drawer to retrieve a package containing a sensor.  “For the blood draw and stress test, I'm simply going to attach this in series with the vein in your arm so we can take live readings from your blood.”
“O-okay,” Alton said as he sat and watched Amanda prep his arm with an alcohol swab to clean the surface of his pelt.  He then looked away when she put the needles into his arm and into the vein underneath, inhaling at the sensation of the puncture, then exhaling softly and calmly when he felt her taping the needles to his arm.
“Okay, lemme lead you to the treadmill,” she said, guiding him to another room where there was a treadmill and another assistant nurse.  “We'll need you shirtless so we can attach some sensors to your chest and back along with some points on your head,” Amanda stated.  Alton nodded and removed his shirt and was the prepped with sensors over his heart and lungs on his chest as well as the same locations on his back and temples, also hooking up a safety key to his waistband of his pants.  Amanda then hooked up the sensors to a wireless box which fed signals into her laptop computer.  “We're going to start off at a gentle walk and then continue to increase the speed in several increments to a run.  Just go at your best and fastest speed for as long as you can handle it, I'll watch the readings until I see anything going out of normal, okay?”
“Sounds good to me,” Alton said with a smile and a thumbs up.
The treadmill then began to roll in a slow walk, his feet getting onto it and beginning to walk at a gentle pace.  “I'm going to give 60 second intervals at different increasing speeds.  Just let me know when you feel you can't go any faster comfortably.  The object here is not to get injured, just to perform your best,” Amanda said.
Alton gave a thumbs up as the treadmill then sped up to a gentle jogging speed, Amanda watching his vitals on her laptop as he jogged.  Every minute he walked, the speed increased, a few more times until he was at a normal run.  “Th-this is my max speed,” he called out, his heart beating rapidly as he put his body under physical strain while being monitored.  Amanda watched his heart rate, blood pressure, blood/oxygen concentration along with several other parameters of interest running in the background.  The gauge she kept her eye on the most while Alton was running was his lactic acid level in his blood.  She knew that a level of 2 mmol/L was acceptable under normal conditions and anything above 4 mmol/L along with a decreasing pH level below about 7.2 was considered harmful to the body.
Alton continued to run for about 10 minutes at a fast pace until an alarm went off signaling his lactic acid levels were starting to reach outside of safe parameters.  “Okay, we're going to call it here, Sargent,” Amanda said before turning the dial of the speed of the treadmill down, allowing Alton to gently decelerate his running to a jog and then down to a normal walk before he stepped off to the sides of the belt on the treadmill.  She then turned off the treadmill and gave him a cold bottle of sports drink with electrolytes.  “We'll have you sit and consume this drink and rest to catch your breath for ten minutes, then the tests are all over.  We'll then take that monitor out of your arm,” she said with a gentle smile.
“Sounds good to me,” Alton said, taking a chug of the electrolyte drink.
“Is that any longer or shorter than you have been able to do that in the past, sir?”  she asked.
Alton thought for a moment when he saw his time, soon shaking his head.  “That is about the average time from what I remember.  I think I've always been around that time under those conditions,” he replied.
“Alright, well based on these readings, I can definitely give you a clean bill of health to continue in your duties, Sargent,” Amanda said happily, typing on her keyboard to add noted to Alton's medical profile after she had removed the sensor and ports from his arm, placing two gauze balls over the puncture wounds and attaching them with a wrap of medical tape.
“Sounds great, doc,” Alton said, getting up to shake her hand again.  “By the way, as far as I am aware, my duties are going to be here on Corneria for the foreseeable future, so would it be okay to schedule further appointments with you for me and my family?”
“I would be more than happy to see you all, Sargent,” Amanda said happily as Alton put his shirt back on and walked back to Amanda's office where his wife and kids waited.  She then brought a jar full of candy suckers to the kids and let them each take one for coming in.  “Little treat for the kids, of course.”
“Wow, thank you Doctor Toad!” they said happily.
“You're very welcome, darlings,” Amanda said, Kyree smiling at how professional and expert Amanda displayed herself to every age.  “If any of you should need treatment, please give me a call and we'll get you in an the earliest possible convenience,” she finished, giving Kyree her card.
“Thank you so much again, Doctor,” Kyree said with a bright smile.  “We will definitely be back.  Have a wonderful day.”
“Not a problem, ma'am, and likewise,” Amanda said as the Altons left her office.  She then returned to her desk and started to type some more on her laptop, adding notes to his profile while attaching equipment readout files, loading a voice recorder program and then speaking into it while pressing the record button.  “Subject: Sargent Alton, male, late 20s in excellent physical health... patient submitted to stress test and found all parameters totally within spec, no issues or health impairments reported, test results totally normal.  This is the first of two subjects noted to have internal exposure to flaysium into their blood stream, which in this subject still shows a trace of presence... trace amounts of flaysium seem to be continually deteriorating at a very slow pace, no apparent detriments or impairments identified at this time... will be scheduling more appointments for followup testing as time goes by.  Subject two of flaysium exposure to arrive tomorrow morning for her mandatory testing... will compare results at that time.  That is all.”
She let go of the record button and saved all the files on her system and shut the screen to the laptop, letting out a sigh of nervousness as to how Miyu's tests would turn out as she looked at Miyu's records on her laptop screen...

--Day 022, Venoma City Presidential Tower, meeting room 1, 15:27--

“And that concludes our plans for the room and layout plans for the Tower, as well as several other buildings in Venoma City, Premiere Bowman,” Chartiri said as she and Leo stood before a projector screen with all the plans they had come up with for remodeling in the last two weeks.  Dash sat in a chair smiling and nodding along the whole way for the entire half-hour presentation.  He couldn't help but look like a kid in a candy store to Leo and Chartiri, which helped their time on Venom so much more than either of them imagined.
“I absolutely love everything I see here, Miss Simons, Captain Cuttridge,” he said, getting up to look closer at the projector screen between them.  “I wonder something for future addition... is the structural integrity of the tower stout enough to support the addition of balconies in the future?”
“There is definitely the strength in the tower to support that, yes,” Leo said proudly.  “Some sort of a balcony up to about ten feet from the edge to the outer skin of the building would definitely work in the future should you decide to do it.”
“Fantastic!” Dash said as he clapped his hands together and did a bit of a hop of excitement.  “And for the former training facilities, these will work excellent for supermarkets and other places to bolster interstate commerce.”
“We are almost done with the plans on building a new plot to the spaceport to support transport ships for intergalactic commerce, too,”  Chartiri said, bringing up a generalized sketch of a new huge plot for landing space cargoships in civilian land at the current airport.
“Marvelous, guys, you are both so amazing at all this,” Dash said happily.  “I'm incredibly thankful and proud to have you both here to help Venom with all these developments.”
“Well, you are right, Emperor... Venom is well-deserved to be a good neighbor in the Lylat and I feel these will be a good foundation to make it all happen,” Leo said in supported.  “Are you sure you want to delay the addition of the balconies to the Tower?”
“Definitely,” Dash began. “While the air here is so-so, I would rather wait some time for the purifier machines to do more work on the planet to make the air, water and soil cleaner and safer for all to enjoy the outdoors far more than the hour or so our health ministry is currently recommending.  Oh!  And speaking of, I now have fifty new machines in operation all across Venom, so here's hoping we will have a more beautiful atmosphere in the next few years, and ahead of predictions.”
“That is amazing!  Well done, Emperor!”  Chartiri said excitedly.
“You bet, excellent work,” Leo added.
“Hehehe  You must give praise to my team of lead scientists for their work in making it happen, for they are the brains behind all of it,” Dash said proudly.  He then moved back to his seat at the meeting room table and brought out his pen.  “Alright... I'm gonna sign and approve of all of these designs to begin as soon as possible.”
“I'll hand them to my team personally, Emperor,” Chartiri said, receiving the stack of approval papers from Dash.
“Sounds wonderful, ma'am,” Dash said with a smile.  “Captain Cuttridge, could I please trouble you for some time while she does that?”
“Oh certainly,” Leo said.
Chartiri smiled and walked out of the meeting room with the stacks of papers in her arm, giving Leo a wink and a wave as she smiled adorably.  Leo and Dash both watched her walk out of the room until the door was closed, the two of them grinning and blushing as they realized they were both staring at her bubbly butt on the way out.  “Hehe... aaaaanyway... I have some things that I wanted to show you, Captain,” Dash began.  “What you are about to see is something that all of the representatives of all the planetary governments will be seeing in the next couple of weeks when they visit, but I'd like you as one with close friendship with the Star Fox team and General Pepper to see as well... kind of like a... second reliable source, if you will.”
“Oh, okay, I'd be happy to do that, Emperor,” Leo said with a smile.
“And by the way,” Dash continued. “...please call me Dash when we're by ourselves, okay?”
“Oh, o-okay... Dash,” Leo said with a blush.
Dash smiled and nodded.  “Thank you, Captain.  I know I should be getting used to the title Emperor, but as one who was never one big into royalty or politics, I'm finding it quite the challenge.”
“Understandable,” Leo said.
“Anyways, let us depart,” Dash said.  “I'll check us both into tracking to let the system know where we're going and I'll give you the directions to drive, if you would please.”
“I'd be happy to,” Leo said.
They both headed out of the meeting room after Dash had scanned his and Leo's badges into the system, pulling up the driving directions on his phone.  They then headed out of the front of the Tower entrance which was guarded by armed soldiers who saluted them both upon their exit.  They then got into a car that belonged to the base and drove out into the streets of Venoma City for a few miles before they turned into a compound guarded by tall walls topped with spiral barbed wire.  They stopped at the front gate briefly to show their IDs and proceeded to a building that looked like a smaller guard shack in the middle of a large parking complex.
They got out of the car and walked into the guard shack where Dash and Leo scanned their IDs again before stepping onto a plate that slowly recessed into the floor, lowering them into the ground a for a good minute or two, until they were suddenly in an underground base that was easily over 100 feet high and several yards wide and long.  When they stepped out and got a wider vantage point to see everything inside, Leo looked around at what he was seeing... and his jaw dropped in awe as he saw what must've been dozens of very tall stone-like bipedal beings almost 75 feet tall.
“They're called Golemechs,” Dash started to say.  “These are machines that my grandfather Andross created after he unearthed their technology on his exile to Venom decades ago.  He made many of them in the hopes of becoming war machines and weapons of mass destruction.  But now...” Dash said as he motioned Leo over to one of the closest Golemechs where a crew of mechanics were working on it.  He saw that there were several devices that could only be described as missile and Nova Bomb launchers and laser blasters on each side mounted on the hips and sides of the chest were.  Leo could see that weapons were being removed from these tall giants and were being stored in wooden crates, mechanics stamping the weapons with labels saying “REPURPOSED” and stamping the Golemechs as “DISARMED.”  The mechanics were also extracting nuclear power cores from all of these weapons and placing them in approved containers for future use in something else.  “...these large beings are being disarmed and converted for heavy industry usage for the rebuilding efforts... hauling heavy materials, lifting large pieces, vehicles, etc,” Dash continued.  “I wanted you to see this as well as the inspectors as an independent adjudicator for Corneria, if you would be so willing.”
“Absolutely, Dash,” Leo said, still looking up at the huge mech machines in amazement.  “I'd be more than happy to vouch for you and your peaceful intentions to Corneria and Star Fox.  Are these... armed with... stone?”
“They are,” Dash began.  “It's a strange device, having a stone outer structure covering an all-steel frame... something that the original designers made many years ago.”
“What happened to those people?”  Leo asked, not sure if he remembered hearing about this in history classes in his past.
“Nobody knows...  After many years on Venom, they created ships to carry them away from the planet and out to the stars during it's decline and nobody knows where they went or what happened to them,” Dash said.  “Venom is literally the remnants of a long-forgotten and hardly understood civilization that must've nearly wiped itself out and disappeared.”
“Wow... that is quite sad,” Leo said.
“Yeah... even more sad that my grandfather Andross decided to make their devices as weapons of war instead of making the planet better and heal itself...” Dash said in mild disgust, followed by a gentle sigh.  “Also, I have something else I wish to show you.”  Dash then guided Leo over to a corner of the underground where a vehicle sat alone and covered under a tarp.  It looked to Leo like a large sedan of some sort.  Dash then reached under all four corners of the vehicle to unclasp some securing clips to allow the cover to slide off.  “It's not G-diffuser equipped like you're used to, but I still think it will be something you can really appreciate.”
Once Dash slowly pulled the cover off the car, Leo's eyes and maw when a little wider in pleasant surprise by what he saw... it was a full-size four-door luxury sedan he recognized as the most luxurious in a brief history in automotive production history, built by Walter Corporation, the luxury division of the Horace/Speedwell company... he knew this was an Ambassador Legionnaire, and it was the same model year as his Speedwell Cushman LX.  It was a similarly styled, yet bigger and more luxurious version of the Horace Epoch sedan, the rear seat area extended nine inches to accommodate for more legroom and comfort for the rear passengers.  The car sat on 15-inch aluminum wheels with a classical lace design in silver, the body of the car colored in a deep metallic pearlescent blue.  The hood ornament was an emblem mounted on the top of the front leading edge of the hood, the symbol the same mayflower emblem on Leo's Speedwell, but this one had a pure crystal center inside a pure silver square outline.  Leo looked at the B-pillar behind the driver's door window and noticed it also had a badge to indicate it had a very rare interior designed by a famous leather producer in the Lylat by the name of Marka Dross, the seating a plush and soft dark blue leather that was always warm to the touch and had hardly any creases in it.  “This is.... stunningly gorgeous, Dash,” Leo said with a smile.
Dash smiled and nodded, reaching into his pocket and retrieving the key and wireless fob for the door locks and alarm.  He pressed the unlock button, the door lock plungers raising up on all four doors before Dash opened the driver's door and gave Leo the key.  “It certainly is,” Dash replied.  “I found this at an estate sale here on Venom just after I arrived several months back.  I saw it and just had to have it.”
“Understandably,” Leo said, taking the key and getting in to softly sit in the driver's seat.  He noticed it had all the options... premium Beyond sound system, full overhead console with trip computer, automatic air conditioning, power windows, locks, heated mirrors... it even had power front seats with two driver preset buttons.  He then put the key into the ignition and started the engine, and the instrument cluster was not with analog gauges, but fully digital with an upward diagonal scaling tachometer on the left half, every single LED in the cluster functioning perfectly, and no warning lights on at all.  He then looked at the odometer... 5913 miles.  “Nearly thirty-five years old and it still sounds and looks brand new.  And with the then-new 3.8 liter V6 I can hear,” he cleverly added.
“You got it!” Dash said happily.  “First model year for it, too.  Speaking of...” he began... “...like I said, I know the G-diffuser series engines are your expertise, buuuuut... do you think there is anything to be done to THIS engine to get more power and speed out of it?”
“Mmmm... there are a few things I can think of...”  Leo began, shutting the engine off and getting out of the car after pulling on the hood release handle.  He then gave the keys back to Dash and went to the front of the car to pop the hood open... and just like the rest of the car, the engine looked totally new.  He knew the hoses, belts and gaskets were likely to have degraded over time from simple non-usage, but all that could be seen from up top still looked in safe operating condition.  “I mean, these cars and engines weren't looked upon at all for modifying by anybody during their time... but these engines continued into production in various power outputs in the minivans over the next 17 years.  If I remember correctly, this one had 155 horsepower and 213 foot-pounds of torque...”
Dash smiled and nodded in affirmation.  “Those were the numbers I researched also, yes.”
“And in the end, these engines made 215 horsepower and 245 torque...  the biggest changes that were made that you can get the biggest gains are the engine computer and the intake manifold and throttle body,” Leo said.
“O-oh...?” Dash inquired.
“The engine computer had different air, fuel and spark tables to accommodate the increased airflow of the later intakes...  and the intake manifold on the final model year minivans were a bigger bulbous unit with a variable intake valve, bigger throttle body and higher flow fuel injectors... the short down swept intakes like this one here only made production to maintain a low hood line on the sedans and were a real choke on the engine's performance... upgrading those alone should get you close to those final numbers... as far as I know, the camshafts are the same for all model years, so nothing really to be gained there... then there are simple mods like better DIS ignition box, coil pack, spark plugs, plug wires, high flow air filter, higher flow exhaust... keep in mind all this will make the car a bit louder, but not unbearably so,” he concluded.
“I like what I hear so far,” Dash said, that gleeful smile on his face once again.
“Another consideration will be you'd have to chop a hole in the hood and put a scoop on it to accommodate the taller and bigger upper intake manifold,” Leo said.  “And I can think of one that would look very good on this car, too.”
“Captain Cuttridge, would you be interested in acquiring these parts and installing them on this car?  I would be happy to pay handsomely, of course.”
“I'll have to research the parts available here on Venom, but if I can get everything, sure,”  Leo said as he closed the hood.  “I would have to ask for assistance on the exhaust and the hood modification as I don't have those tools with me.”
“Not a problem!  I'll be happy to introduce you to some of my mechanics about this project,” Dash said happily.
“And for the computer, I just have to look up the info on the newest version of that engine's computer and input the values manually into this current one.  I was gifted an EEPROM writer for my birthday recently, so I can use that to get that part done.”
“Oh my!  Happy belated birthday, my friend!” Dash replied.
“Hehehe  Thank you, sir,” Leo replied.  He looked back at the car and realized it also was equipped with 4-wheel disc brakes with anti-lock brakes and four corner air-ride suspension.  He was getting ideas in the back of his mind in case Dash ever wanted to make this car handle better on the road.  “I could also possibly tweak the air-ride suspension a little to allow it to handle better in the corners...”
“Whatever you think would be beneficial, my friend,” Dash said, patting Leo softly on the arm while looking up at him with a smile.  “You ARE the expert.”
“Ehh... I dunno about expert, but I do know some parts that can interchange,” Leo said with a blushing smile.
“And yet that knowledge got you to win the Cornerian Grand Prix, so I consider it expert,” Dash said with a smile.  “Come, let us head back and find out what the chefs are fixing for dinner.  All this looking thru schematics and designs has got me hungry.”
“Hehe  Likewise,” Leo said as they headed back to the elevator, turning his head back to get one good look at Dash's Walter automobile, feeling excited to work on something as a project like Slippy had suggested.

--Day 023,  Corneria Air Force Base Hospital, Amanda's Office, 08:00--

“Morning, Amanda,” Miyu said cutely as she peeked in from the doorway of the pink amphibian's office adorably.
“Hi there, Miyu,”  Amanda said sweetly with a smile, getting up from her office chair and walking to the doorway to meet Miyu as she walked in.  They both hugged and held close for a few seconds.  In that time, Amanda could feel some sort of difference in Miyu's body, but it had been forever since they hugged, so she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was...  “Ready for your physical and examination?”
“I am,” Miyu said happily and softly.  “General stuff plus a stress test and blood draw?”
“Yes, that's right,” Amanda replied.  “Gonna make sure you're all tip-top shape to be a new Drill Instructor.”
“Mkay...”  Miyu said, letting out a gentle sigh as she suddenly looked downward with a bit of a depressed look to her face.  “...hey umm...  I'm sorry that I came in here all drunk and silly the other day... I know you don't approve of that stuff as well as drinking itself, but... I couldn't think of a better way to explain what I was experiencing than... just... SHOWING you... y'know?”
“Aaaawwww, it's okay, hon,”  Amanda replied with a smile.  “I am actually glad you did it, because you are right in the fact it is better to show than to tell.”
Miyu sighed in relief with a smile and nodded happily, her nubtail wagging softly.  “So umm, I have exercise clothes on underneath if you think that will be enough...”
“That'll work just fine,” Amanda said.  “We'll start with the general readings like weight, blood pressure, blood oxygen and such... do a calculation on your BMI, then we'll attach a wireless sensor to your arm inline with your vein that will give me more data as you exercise on the treadmill.  We'll start off slow for the stress test and work our way up in speed to get your heart beating and the blood flowing to see what all happens.”
“Awesome!  I've been itching to get in a vigorous run for a while now,” Miyu stated, following Amanda in to the next room to get all the general measurements and tests completed.  She then sat comfortably as she felt Amanda place the wireless sensor on her arm inline with her vein to take live readings from her blood.  She also placed various sensors all over Miyu's body to monitor as she could hear a new message tone on her cell phone in the background as she prepped the treadmill for Miyu and the computers for the testing.
“We're gonna start off at a gentle walk, then move up in speed increments at a time until you feel you have met your maximum speed,” Amanda said.
“I'm sure I'll be able to handle this thing's max.  Looking forward to it!”  Miyu said with an adorable grin and tone in her cute voice.
Amanda smiled at Miyu's optimism, happy to hear and see her feeling happier while Leo was off on the opposite end of the Lylat from her.  She then clipped the machine safety key to the waistband of Miyu's exercise shorts and then moved back to her laptop to begin capturing data after making sure the sensor was connected via wireless. “Okay, ready when you are, Miyu,” Amanda said, giving a thumbs up.
Miyu nodded and hit the start button on the treadmill to begin walking.  A few minutes went by before it sped up to a gentle jog, then a few minutes more to become a brisk sprint, then after only about 6 minutes of normal conditions, Miyu began to run at a vigorous pace, a very fast run that stealthy felines like her could easily attain.  Her heart rate, blood pressure, oxygen saturation and various other parameters were all within expected tolerances, Amanda's primary focus going on the pH and lactic acid content in her blood as Miyu ran.  While she waited for results to come in, she grabbed her phone and noticed the new message was from Krystal... with a video included with the subject “She grew again!!!”
Amanda touched the attached file link and waited a few seconds for it to load, putting the audio onto some wireless earbuds as she watched a video shot in green-tinted night vision of Miyu having one of her nightmares, only a few seconds in, Miyu screaming out in a mix of anger and fright as she flexed her powerful body, her muscles and chest creaking and slowly swelling a bit bigger and wider.  The pink amphibian's eyes went wide at the video evidence supporting what Krystal had mentioned before last week in private.  Her attention was then grabbed by a gentle alarm from the lactic acid and blood pH measurements beginning to go out of spec... 4 mmol/L and pH starting to go below 7.
Almost 9 minutes had gone by when this occurred, Amanda reaching for the speed control for the motor on the treadmill to begin decelerating it... but then the alarm suddenly went quiet... Amanda's eyes going back to the live readouts and gasped in shock as she saw Miyu's lactic acid levels going back down and her pH going slowly back up while she was still in full run!  Another text alert popped up on the screen showing that a foreign object was converting her lactic acid into additional amounts of magnesium and potassium...  something Amanda knew was impossible on its own.
She then slowly pulled her hand back from the treadmill control and grabbed the headset connected to the treadmill room.  “Miyu, how are you feeling?  Do you think you can go on some more at this speed?” Amanda asked gently.  Miyu only turned her head and grinned toothily with a thumbs up, her eyes softly glowing a little again, the sight making Amanda's heart beat faster in a mix of fright, nervousness... and a lot of curiosity.  She only smiled and gave a thumbs up back and let Miyu continue to run at full speed while watching the live readouts.  Miyu was already outpacing Sgt Alton's performance by a lot, which was no surprise since she was able to do that on her last stress test a few years ago, but now Miyu's body was giving off readings that showed it was performing in some sort of seemingly superhuman pace.  Amanda had never seen anything like it before... and everything she knew about the body and chemistry told her that what she was watching was not possible.  Even levels of steroids, opioids and human growth hormone were totally absent which ruled out substance abuse.
“.....you are NOT going to believe these readouts I'm getting from Miyu right now,” was all Amanda could reply to Krystal in a text on her phone as Miyu continued to run.  The tall buff lynx continued at a rapid running pace for another 20 minutes as Amanda collected more and more data from her, the odd cycle repeating itself regularly and without a skip the whole time, Miyu's body not showing a shred of fatigue, burnout or lactic acidosis in the slightest.  Amanda felt she had seen plenty and decided to begin slowing down the treadmill.
“Aaaaawwww why are we slowing dooooown?” Miyu said with an adorable pout as the treadmill began to slowly and gently decelerate.
“Because you've gone a full thirty minutes and I've collected a lot of data already,” Amanda said.
“....oh....” was all Miyu said followed up with a giggle after she gently stepped off the treadmill, her breathing deep and slow and controlled, her body covered in sweat.  Amanda came in with a cold sports drink with electrolytes to give Miyu, which she graciously accepted and began to guzzle.
“By the way, Miyu... how have you been sleeping lately?”  Amanda gently inquired.  “I remember you were struggling to sleep and were having nightmares about Leo... is that... still going on?” she pressed, gently and cautiously.
Miyu smiled a bit as she sighed from chugging the sports drink.  “Ahh...  sleep has been better, now that I have a goal to achieve for when he comes back... but the nightmares continue, although not as often...”
“I can prescribe a different sleep aid for you if you want, hon,” Amanda suggested.
“...y'know... I'll take you up on that,” Miyu said with a sweet tone and smile.
“Excellent,” Amanda said as she gently removed the sensors and the pick line from her vein, covering the infusion sites with gauze pads and bandages.  “How're you feeling now?”
“Honestly... I feel terrific... I dunno why... but anymore... I feel like I can do...” Miyu said as she turned her head to gaze into Amanda's eyes, those gorgeous heavenly blues still glowing faintly but soon dissipating...  “...anything,” she finished, the words sending a bit of a cold shiver down Amanda's spine.
“I... I see... Miyu, if it is okay, I would like to test you monthly... as you know, your having not only flaysium exposure but also some element of magical presence is unique... so, with your permission, I would like to continue these stress tests over time along with your physical exercises, if that is okay...” Amanda nervously asked.
“That'd be great!”  Miyu said emphatically with her cutest and sweetest smile.  “I will have to quickly pull away some days during my DI classes, but I should still be able to do it.”
“Sounds wonderful,” Amanda said.  “Also, be sure to keep a log on what supplements and the mounts you are taking and when along with which exercises you are performing, okay?”  Miyu smiled and nodded as they finished up, Amanda writing a script for better sleep aids for Miyu before the tall strong lynx walked out and headed home.
She then began her vocal notes... “Subject: Lieutenant slash Senior Drill Instructor Miyu Lynx, female, late 20s in excellent physical health... patient submitted to stress test and found all parameters totally within spec, no issues or health impairments reported...  This is the second of two subjects noted to have internal exposure to flaysium into their blood stream... trace amounts of flaysium are still evident and don't seem to be deteriorating much at all, yet no apparent detriments or impairments identified at this time... will be scheduling more appointments for followup testing as time goes by.  Subject two is exhibiting a strange reaction due to what I believe is a mixture of magical properties along with the flaysium that is keeping her lactic acid from getting out of control after 9 minutes of vigorous exercise... excess lactic acid appears to be being converted to magnesium and potassium to aid in building back muscle later... further testing to be done in one month increments to monitor her body and any changes that occur...  That is all.”  Amanda typed notes on Miyu's file as to the recorded observations while she heard a message come back from Krystal...

"	Krystal: ...what... the... hell...? I am soooo confused. Just WHAT kind of blood activity IS that? o.o Dr Amanda Toad: If only your magic could talk, Krystal... if only your magic could talk...

"	Patient: Lynx, Miyu Height: 6'0” Weight: 198.3 lbs Est Body Fat: 16.7%

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Star Fox: Miyu's Love - Chapter 46 – A Year On Venom: Your Test Results May Vary

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