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He probably doesn't have enough rank to know any details. Was he the only one?" There was a grim laugh from the intercom. "Hardly! From what I got, every Order member on Irschcha is either out to kill her themselves or report her whereabouts to the Sanctioners so one of them can do it." "Thanks, Joanie, that's a big help." Dawson switched off the intercom and turned to Corina.
"We have no one in the nobility except for myself," Thark continued, ignoring her attempted protest. "No Irschchan is a Ranger, none command major military ships or bases. Does that seem equitable to you?" "It does not seem inequitable, simply on the basis of numbers," Corina pointed out. "Humans occupy thousands of worlds, the Traiti hundreds, while we occupy only this one completely.
He turned his attention to the young Irschchan. "I'm glad to have you with us all the way, Ranger Losinj." "Thank you, sir." Corina hadn't expected to be put in complete charge, but she wasn't totally surprised; it was logical, given the circumstances, and Jim's memories did indicate that Ranger training what there was of it had a tendency to be rather abrupt.
Now tell me what the hell that was all about." "He was trying to kill me," Corina replied. "We guessed that much," the Terran said. "I want to know why." "May I know who you are?" "Yeah, you people like formality, don't you?" The man shrugged. "Why not? I'm Major Patrick Dawson, Security Division of the Imperial Marines, on temporary duty from the Emperor Chang. You?"
The Sanctioner's voice was full of pity, but remained firm. "My honor lies in my duty, and that duty requires me to take you in." Corina slumped, fear and a sense of hopelessness seeming worse after that surge of false hope. Her shield was almost all the way down.
She broke through my shield when your call distracted me, and discovered the Crusade. She has just left, and is going to report to the Imperials.* *Corina!* Valla's thought was surprised. *But I thought * She hesitated. *Are you sure, Master? Why would she * *Apparently her lack of Order schooling. I cannot fault her; it is simply that her loyalties lie with the Empire rather than with us.
These Sanctioners were big, and they were treating her as cautiously as they would a dangerous criminal. From the Order's point of view, though, that was now an accurate description. "All right, Losinj," the oldest one said. "Hands on your head, and do not move." Corina obeyed, moving slowly to give herself time to think.
If not, we send in someone else and that's a hell of a lot harder, I'll tell you right now." *Thinking of one's own life objectively is difficult,* Corina agreed. *I believe I would find it difficult to think of my life as having more value than another person's.* *Or a group's,* Medart said, speech now echoing telepathy. *You learn eventually, but it is hard, especially at first.
Delete all security restrictions from the individual identified by that code, and relay to any peripherals that Corina Losinj of Irschcha has been selected as a Ranger." "Acknowledged. Request formal voiceprint from Ranger Losinj." Medart nodded to Corina, smiling. "Go ahead, Rina." Corina glanced at him, then decided she liked both the nickname and his use of it. "Thank you, Jim.
The mind-probe of Gaelan, giving her a new insight into the small warriors, and added respect for their integrity and ability. Glimpses of many planets, from space and surface. That one spotting of a huge white ship that disappeared into hyperspace and couldn't be traced. The memory of his sorrow at Yasunon's death was enough to make Corina toss restlessly in bed.
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