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Corina shook her head, but Jim was right; she did tend to concern herself with problems that never arose, and that did waste time. Medart heard the fabricator's delivery bell ping, then sounds of rustling cloth as Corina changed. The pattern rapport had made a big difference in her manner, he thought, and for the better. She was much more relaxed around him, even a little less formal.
At any rate, I had Gaelan given a deep, full-experience probe, with myself hooked up as the receiver. So I've already `been' one other person. You haven't." "That may indeed make a difference," Corina agreed. "I wonder if I will experience that part, or if it was bypassed as unnecessary." "I imagine you'll find out. If you do, I'm sure you'll find it both interesting and different.
Couldn't be helped, though. "Good work. Hold off on Losinj; I'd rather not probe someone trying to help us unless there's no other choice." He grinned, wolflike. "If somebody thinks she's worth killing to keep her from us, she's got to be valuable I'll be there in about two hours, and I'll stop by Interrogation before I join you. Medart out." Dawson switched off, looked at Corina.
"Yes, Captain, to both. I would like to tell you my plans as soon as you have the time." "I've got it now, Ranger. Here or in the briefing room?" "It might as well be here. The whole crew will need to know." Corina braced herself mentally. This was real; she was giving orders to the Captain of an Imperial Battle Cruiser, certain they would be obeyed.
He worked the action, then handed her the empty weapon. Corina examined it carefully. It was too large for her hand, which she expected because it seemed to fit Jim's perfectly. She was impressed by the precise workmanship, too; it made the gun, deadly as it was, a thing of great beauty. "Why a slugthrower instead of a blaster?" she asked curiously. "Personal preference," Medart replied.
A standard bed covered in glimmercloth was the only furniture here; the clothing storage and fabricator were both built into the wall across from the bed. A door in the wall opposite the divider proved to lead to a small but well-designed 'fresher room though Corina remembered that aboard Navy ships, for some obscure reason, they were called "heads".
"It seems strange," Corina said, "that you, a Ranger, would take such an interest in a young ensign." "Not this one," Medart replied. "It isn't just that she's impossible to ignore, either. I first heard about her when she was in her third year at the Academy.
I finally got it good and clear, and you collapsed. Are you sure you're all right?" Corina growled softly, disgusted at herself. "Blades! I should have thought of that. Unless you concentrate on words, I keep getting pictures from you. I should have realized your primary orientation was visual, and guided you " "Oh, no, you don't," Medart interrupted.
She'd said Steve Tarlac had had a similar lack of self-confidence when she'd recruited him. But that was nothing but idle dreaming; this was up to him, not to Linda. He shrugged, then said, "Sir Corina?" She shivered slightly, returning to reality. "Yes, Ranger?" "It's almost noon. Why don't I call Sunbeam, then you two have lunch and get her to show you the ship?
"Lieutenant Hovan spoke to his Clan Mother at my request, and got her consent. Thark's exile will be on Norvis, guarded and taken care of by Clan Ch'kara. That way he's visibly punished, in a way that demonstrates the Empire's trust in our newest citizens." "An elegant solution," Corina agreed. She turned to Hovan, gave him a polite seated bow.
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