September 9 - Technomancer
Lyra stands there, bionic eyes focused on the door, shimmering sparks of power arcing across her fingers. Small circuits and wires float above her hand, reassembling themselves into small structures as more pieces accumulate from a nearby computer tower. She’s building something, something small, something powerful.
Suddenly, the door bursts open. A few intruders, all military fatigues and sleek black helmets, wielding some sort of plasma rifles. Lyra raises her hand to them, silicon spiralling in her hands, as the intruders slowly raise their guns to her.
“Put your hands up!” one of them screams at her, and she obeys them. She abruptly sticks her glimmering hands into the air, and a powerful surge of electricity emerges from them, connecting the wires and boards in her hands with nothing but flickering bolts of tiny lightning. She flicks her fingers, and the boards reposition, rearranging themselves into a distributor, and before any of the soldiers react each of them is zapped in the chest in sequence.
Lyra pauses a moment, waits to make sure each of them is unconscious, and lets the glimmer of her hand fade to nothing, letting the spare electronics fall to the floor. And before any of them can wake up again, she steps between their unconscious bodies, and dashes out the door.