United States or Colombia ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
It was easy to repeat the process with the unshielded three, and it was good to know that her training had been so effective but she knew her most dangerous opponent remained. And even Thark's darlas couldn't penetrate a shield that strong, which left TK, weak as hers was, her only real weapon. She waited tensely, a meter back from the main passageway, as he approached.
"This area is most conducive to the proper frame of mind, especially for you. That is worth some minor irritation, and I see our tree is available; shall we take advantage of it?" When they were seated, Medart came straight to the point. "The first thing, I think, is to find out about what you called reverse darlas." "As I said, that is not a precise description."
"The closest I can come would be to call it a sort of darlas in reverse, but that is almost pathetically inadequate." Medart could feel her puzzlement changing to amusement, echoed it with some of his own when she sent, *And Thark believes humans are unTalented! Undeveloped and untrained, most certainly, but hardly unTalented.
"It seems to be an excellent weapon, but I prefer to rely on my blade and darlas." Medart shrugged. "No arguing preference. And it's about time we get to work, so " He called the Comm Center, told them to set up a scrambler call to the Emperor either at the Palace or aboard the Empress Lindner. "And have it put through to my quarters," he added. Then he turned to Corina.
That is one mistake I do not plan to repeat." "I should hope not!" Medart said emphatically. "You gave me quite a scare, and I'd rather not `be' any more people than I have to." "It is imperative that we find out about the aspect of your Talent I have, for lack of a better term, called reverse darlas. A thing not understood may be a help or a hindrance.
He stopped, knelt to turn it over and close staring eyes, then he looked up at Corina. "Darlas. He never had a chance." A taut, quiet voice interrupted. "There is a living one we can still help, sir." Medart looked up into cold-steel eyes. "Right. Let's get to the Throne Room, then."
If Ranger Losinj called him Master and showed him a degree of respect, a junior officer could do no less. "You have a warrior's word on that, High Adept." "That title is what I am testing." Thark's attention went back to Corina, and he struck with the full power of his darlas. It hurt, but Corina was able to block any damage and strike back.
It would be best if you can drop it willingly, though since you were unaware of its existence, that may not be possible. If not, perhaps we can weaken it by inducing a relaxed emotional state. I will not attempt to break through with darlas, though I am sure I could, because it would be extremely painful at best, and it would probably damage or destroy your mind.
Why does Senior Valla want you dead, youngling?" "I do not know," Corina lied, projecting more fright. "I mean . . . I have done nothing . . ." She let her voice trail off. "Urrr, there is no need to worry," the officer said, apparently trying to reassure her. "The executioner here is good. He will give you a swift death, and it will be one with honor; she has ordered you killed with darlas."
"You can sense shields at a distance, so the Seniors can, too. What's to stop them from killing us with darlas as soon as they sense us?" "You did it!" Greggson's tone was accusing. "I am aware of that," Corina said. "I am surprised I was able to; I made the attempt only because I had more opponents than I had ever faced in training, and had nothing to lose by trying.
Word Of The Day