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In a brief meeting before Medart and Losinj left for Irschcha, Nevan asked Medart's advice on how best to prepare himself should Ranger Losinj accept his personal fealty once he felt he had enough experience to be a suitable thakur-na.
In the meantime, I will have your ship brought aboard our cruiser release your controls to our operators." Medart did so, nodded. "You have control." The Sandeman disappeared, his place taken by a view of space. A ship-image was growing, and Medart's sensors told him it was a big one not quite as large as an IBC, but close.
"But I'm supposed to " Sunbeam objected. "Wait outside." Sunbeam hesitated, looked at Corina. "Sir Corina " "Go ahead. I will be fine." The young ensign left, but her hesitation seemed to inflame Greggson still further. "You don't give orders aboard this ship, Sir Corina," he said coldly. "Not even if you are Ranger Medart's special assistant. You have no military authority."
Ryan's battle cruiser entered Imperial space as Medart's little courier had entered Sandeman: all lights on, and broadcasting its identity. They were expected; after the second broadcast of the duel, Bryan of Alanna had declared peace and announced both Clan Levva's investigation of their Imperial heritage and Clan Vader's intention of returning Medart's effects.
Even though she had watched him do it, she found it hard to believe the one who had taught her so much could be responsible for this. The Thark she had been so sure she knew would never have been capable of such slaughter! She followed Medart's sudden movement toward the green-clad body halfway to the Palace entrance.
That probe verified Medart's deductions and gave him enough more information on the Sandeman culture that he persuaded the Baron to declare Mjolnir a neutral zone, invited the Sandeman leaders to a conference and called in the other four Rangers, also with battle fleets, to provide a show of force.
To Corina's surprise and Medart's satisfaction her emotions when he did so were a duplicate of his fifty-seven years earlier. Pride, determination and the confidence that others' belief in you could create. *Yes,* Corina sent. *I have heard of such boosts, but had never quite believed in them.
Corina didn't pay much attention to her surroundings as the three went to the Palace roof where Medart's lander waited. Reaction had set in, now that she was safe, and for the moment she was numb. It wasn't until they were inside the boxy little vehicle that she paid full attention again.
The power flowed into and through him, part surrounding him in a silvery glow, part erupting from his hands like emerald blaster bolts. The bolts flared off Nevan's shield, blending in with his counterattack. Medart's shield blazed scarlet, held but he gasped as all-too-familiar pain shot through him.
Now I must test you, to find your shield's present strength. Prepare yourself.* *Right.* Medart's shield went back up, and Corina began probing, gradually increasing the strength and intensity of her attack while the Ranger fought to hold his shield. His eyes closed, his fists clenched with his effort.
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