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Updated: June 12, 2025
I you greetings bring, from the Supreme and First Speaker. I Fleet-Captain Arjen am." Tarlac was surprised, but Rangers were adaptable; he returned the Traiti's salutation with a crossed-arm bow of his own and a quiet, "Fleet-Captain." Then he waited for Arjen's next move. Arjen felt unwilling respect for the human who remained so calm and left the initiative to him.
"Akademgorod?" Dr. Jason asked, his expression suddenly eager. "Yes. Your families are being there taken, and after you fully checked are, you will be with them reunited." Arjen smiled himself at that thought. "I hope you all of yours well find." "Thanks. But if you'll excuse me, I've got to get back to work." "As do I." Arjen cut the circuit.
You have orders to destroy this ship if I refuse, don't you?" Willis swung to face him. "Ranger, no! You can't, you're too " "Stop, you," Arjen interrupted. "This must his decision be. And he right is. If he does not with us come, my fleet will your ship destroy." "Why do you want me badly enough to violate that signal?" Tarlac asked.
"But this assignment secret was. How knew she?" "Our Speaker her informed. No breach there was." When Arjen nodded as though that explained everything, Tarlac had to resist an impulse to shake his head violently. It felt as if it were full of cobwebs.
"You did a pretty nasty job for the Circle when you picked me up the way you did, and I know how badly it upset you. We appreciate it, and I'd like to ask something else of you that may make up for it, a little. May I?" "Of course, Lord." This time it was Arjen who didn't know what was going on but couldn't refuse. "It'll mean cutting your leave short, I'm afraid.
And you don't regret the loss of privacy a bit, Tarlac thought, amused. "Thanks, Fleet-Captain. I'll be back here for out-transition; even with the cease-fire, I don't think the defense satellites would be willing to let you by without my authorization." "As they should not," Arjen said approvingly.
There was something about this Lord who had been a Ranger, something that put him at ease rather than keeping him at the distance the other Lords inspired. Perhaps it was the man's youth, or his small size, but whatever it was, Arjen liked Lord Esteban. Tarlac sensed that and smiled as he left the control central.
"He should a proper ceremony have, or as close as may under war conditions done be. Will you have any n'Cor'naya who free are, in the exercise hall assemble?" "Of course, Cor'naya. In half a tenth-day?" "Fine," Hovan said. "Afterwards, I must a message to Ch'kara's clanhome on Norvis send, clan priority." "You will it have," Arjen replied. "My thanks."
Satisfied with that beginning, he let his image and presence fade from all but two gathering halls, his own and D'gameh's. At D'gameh, he addressed one of the males. "Arjen?" The Fleet-Captain, wearing brilliant blue-and-gold robes in-clan, bowed deeply. To be name-called by such a one ! "Yes, Lord. How may I serve you?" Lord. Tarlac shrugged inwardly; it was his title now.
"You have your duty, I have mine. Tell me." "As you wish, ka'naya." Arjen sighed again, this time to himself. She did sound much like Ka'ruchaya Noriy . . . He opened his shirt, exposing his massive chest. "See you these?" he asked, tracing the scars that ran from the base of his throat to just above his belt. "I see them," Willis said grimly.
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