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Most are able to conjure their way out of custody, even denied the materials an Imperial magician would find necessary." Medart chuckled. "Somehow that doesn't surprise me. Do you have anything like a mindprobe, so I can give you everything I know in a hurry?" "Not yet," Chavvorth said regretfully.
He had no idea at the moment how he'd meet it, but he was sure it'd have to be something unconventional. He was positive that this universe's people were every bit as competent as the ones at home; they'd have done all the conventional things as well as he could. Probably better, since this was their universe and they knew how it worked. Chavvorth interrupted his train of thought.
"They have some justification, you must admit they're stronger, faster, and more intelligent than the standard human norm." "True," Chavvorth said grudgingly. "They also have greater mage-power, as you must have deduced from what I told you about their ability to escape." "Uh-huh. In my universe, they've got greater than usual Talent, especially the warriors.
Chavvorth blew out the candle, his expression bemused, and put it down. "That was more . . . dramatic than I had expected, Ranger." "A hell of a lot more than I expected," Medart said. "Let me see your hand." The Traiti obeyed. Medart took it, concentrating again but this time it was a familiar, trained ability he called on. Redness faded, vanished; he released the hand. "There.
But I do know, as I told Captain Chavvorth, that I can't do anything at long range that your people can't do at least as well. The only thing I have that they don't is over a hundred and a quarter years of friendship with Sandemans." "That long?" The Emperor looked concerned. "Just how old are you, Ranger Medart?"
Steve Tarlac avoided or ended the Traiti war in both, and my spell summons the one who avoided the Sandeman war in his. I think that for the first time in three years, I can dare to hope." Captain Chavvorth turned to her. "I also, Ranger. But with respect, I suggest you go rest. While you are doing that, I can begin teaching Ranger Medart to use his mage-power." "He is a magician, then!"
You should be okay now." Chavvorth flexed his fingers, extending and retracting his claws. "It is fine but that was not a spell." "Nope. That was psionic Talent, a rare but perfectly normal ability." "So is mage-power, here," Ariel put in. "I'd like to stay and talk, but the spell-reaction's getting me to the point I can't function much longer.
Chavvorth came as close to frowning as most Traiti could manage. "I hope you do not intend to confront them personally." "I think I'm going to have to. There isn't anything I can do long-range that your own Rangers can't; what I can do is talk to them on their own terms." "I understand." Chavvorth rose. "I will give these to Major Treschler and ask him to start preparations immediately."
The Shapers must've gone a lot further out in this universe than they did in Alpha Prime." "Who or what are the Shapers?" Medart sighed. "You don't have much intelligence about the Sandemans?" "Almost none," Chavvorth said. "Few have been captured, none successfully interrogated few successfully held, in fact.
It's in my quarters aboard the Empress Lindner." Chavvorth took the pictures, clearly puzzled. "An object from an old entertainment tape?" "Right, and I'd recommend close study of the movies, too Lord Vader in particular. The Sandemans at home regard those movies as classics, and based several aspects of their culture on them.
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