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Updated: May 13, 2025
I'll just have to hope she doesn't accept another 'na before I'm able to give her the kind of service she needs." Medart studied the young Sandeman for several moments. "I can do that," he said at last. "But it's a type of work I think you'd find distasteful, given your honesty, and given some of your cultural conditioning, you could find the training for it intolerable.
That might be putting it a bit strongly, Medart thought but after her demonstration, it might also be the precise truth. She stared down at the table for what seemed like eons before she was able to answer. "No." Looking up, she continued. "You are correct. I will face Thark. But I see no need to do so as a Ranger." Tension built in the silent room as Corina thought. It wasn't fair, she felt.
"When things get back to normal, I'd like you to check on that, and train any who do have it. For now, though, unless you have any more stunbursts for us, we'd better finish up here and get back to work." "That's all we have, sir," Medart replied. He signalled Corina and the two stood, bowing. The men on the screen returned the courtesy, and the screen cleared. "I'm sorry, Corina," Medart said.
The Palace Guard opened the door to Medart's office and stood aside to let the Sandeman pass. Medart rose to greet his visitor, then gestured him to a chair and sat back down as Nevan took the seat. "Your note said you'd like to see me about a personal matter, to be discussed under warrior privacy. What's the problem?"
Be sure to emphasize, please, that we will be checking only for shields; their private lives will remain their own." "Jim?" Hobison looked startled. "What's this all about? You mean you've got Talent like hers?" "Uh-huh." Medart was purposely informal, trying to ease Hobison's obvious shock. "You'd already left when I told His Majesty.
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.
As soon as the rest were out of the way, Medart began leading the other two through the Palace's private section. Nevan would have been better at point, but he couldn't know this part of the Palace "Down!" Medart dropped automatically, heard a stun-bolt go by overhead, and saw a gray-kilted Irschchan fall two corridors ahead. "You okay, Rina?" "I am fine."
Then you spend a year or two in OJT with another Ranger me, in this case and then you pick your ship and start your solo missions." A year or two didn't sound like much, considering the variety of situations a Ranger got involved in, but Medart nodded. "I understand. And I'll have to do things like get a comm implant take care of all that sort of detail before I go on duty officially."
"Take advantage of privacy whenever you get the chance," she advised. "You won't get it often, especially at first and you'll want to make arrangements for SecuDiv to protect your family from the more persistent newsies, at least until the novelty of your selection wears off." "I hadn't thought about newsies," Medart admitted. "In fact, there's probably a lot I'm not thinking of right now."
It should be safe for you to link with me, if you wish to relay what is happening to the rest." "That might not be a bad idea," Medart said.
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