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His eyes lost focus for a second; when they regained it, Medart knew it was the Alanna addressing him. "I am Bryan of Alanna," Ryan said, confirming that. "Are you aware that we have been following your training, Highness, as one of the most important events in this sphere?" "I've been too preoccupied to give any consideration to my news value," Medart said.
"She's agreed to give any help she can, sir, as I said, and that includes briefing me on Talent." "Good. I'll alert the nobility, have them take extra precautions since they're bound to be targets. You're on-scene; do you think I should have a fleet cordon off Irschcha itself?" "No, sir," Medart replied. "Thark's smart, we know that.
Medart followed her into the dining area and to Ryan's table; when the Warleader gestured them to sit, they did so. "I took the liberty of ordering breakfast for both of you," he told them. "It should be here very shortly." "Thanks," Medart said. "And thanks for letting me keep my saber and gun, too. The gun I could replace if I ever get back; the saber's special." He paused, grinned.
He swung the chair around to face them as they entered, saying, "You're early, Cap Huh?" He stood and saluted, his exclamation attracting the attention of the rest of the Bridge crew. They also started to stand. "As you were," Medart said, returning Jensen's salute. The Bridge returned to near-normal, though with more than the usual amount of non-duty conversation.
This ship was going to be home for however long the Ranger wanted her help; she would have to adapt. When they left the hangar, they were met by a stocky officer in Navy working khaki; from the eagle on his collar, Corina knew he was the ship's captain. There were several others, with different rank insignia, but it was the first man who saluted Medart.
"We didn't expect much, so I didn't order one, but somebody else might have. Emperor Chang?" "Colonel Greggson has all such exercises taped for analysis, Ranger. I will send His Majesty a copy." "Thank you. Medart out." There was a brief silence while the ship sent the tape and Emperor Davis watched it. When his attention returned to Medart, he echoed the Ranger's headshake.
When the Security Chief looked doubtful, Corina decided she had best demonstrate that as well. But the conference table was bare, and she did not want to use anything of her own. "Ranger Medart, do you have anything I could use to show the Colonel what I mean? It had best be light; as I said, that aspect of my Talent is not particularly powerful." "I think so," Medart replied.
He hesitated, then said, "Which you probably knew, from my psych tests, before I did." Perry's smile was relieved. "We hoped, and we thought the odds were good but we didn't know. Good as the indicators are, we do have some refusals. Welcome to Imperial service, Ranger Medart." Ranger Medart. The idea still scared him, but he had to admit he did like the way it sounded.
He agreed privately as well, but wanted to give her the best chance possible, which meant not discouraging her before she even got started. And she was right; the demonstration, whatever its outcome, would be valuable. "Greggson's had time to call his people together," he said at last. "Let's get to the gym." Medart spent the shuttle trip unobtrusively studying the young Irschchan.
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