No Need for Medichlorines
By Kagami

Tenchi struggled silently, flat on his back on the examining
table as metallic tendrils crawled over his body. He had been
momentarily forgotten and currently lay unnoticed by the other
occupant of the lab but, somehow, he failed to appreciate the
reprieve.

"Of course, why didn't I think of it before?" Nurse Washu asked
rhetorically as she examined the sample of Tenchi's blood. "It
really was so simple - medichlorines! Tenchi's cells are full of
them. No wonder he can generate the Wings of the Light Hawk."

Her customary dolls sprung up on her shoulders to proclaim her
greatness.

"You're the best, Washu-chan," cried the left doll.

"The greatest genius in the universe!" squealed the right doll.

"Still ... it wouldn't do to reveal my genius just yet," Washu
snickered as she snapped on a surgical glove. "Best to pretend
ignorance." She smirked as she spun around, ready to extract yet
another 'sample' from her guinea pig.

"Oh, Tenchi ... what shall we try this time?"

End.

After watching Star Wars: The Phantom Menace. What can I say?

Phil.