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Ryan looked serious. "I should contact the clan-chiefs as well. Prince James, would it upset you to speak to all the chiefs through me?" "Not a bit I'd jump at the opportunity." "A moment, then, while I cast the spell. And some will need a few more moments to wake up." "Go ahead." This wasn't anything he could have expected, Medart thought, and he had no idea what effect it would have.
"That must be the case, then, but I would like to know " Corina cut that thought off before it could go somewhere she didn't want to follow. Medart, though he wasn't about to broadcast it, had a pretty good idea what the pattern rapport might mean. He wasn't at all familiar yet with Talent, granted, but he did know what his problem was.
"Which makes you Terrans, too. An improved version, so changed my Empire classes you as human variant rather than standard human but Terrans. And that makes you Imperial citizens by right of birth." "That's obscene!" Haley burst out. "Matter of opinion," Medart said calmly.
Moments later the bay's inner lock cycled open and a small group of warriors approached him, the central one wearing honor-black. Medart straightened, then bowed and addressed that one. "I am Prince James Medart of the Empire in Alternate Alpha Prime. You do me honor, Warleader, wearing ceremonials. Am I prisoner, or guest?" The Sandeman returned the bow.
Ranger James Medart was standing beside Captain Jean Willis' control chair aboard the Empress Lindner, enjoying the peaceful trip back to Terra after a surprisingly uneventful cruise. He'd kept busy enough to avoid boredom, but there'd been no emergency calls, which made the cruise almost a vacation. Pleasant as it had been, he found himself almost wishing for the challenge of an emergency.
They are also able to analyze situations, develop a solution that seems improbable or impossible, and make it work usually if not always to the Empire's benefit." "I have had little opportunity to study them," Valla said. "Could you be more specific?" "Easily," Kainor replied. "And Medart is a classic example, so I will use him.
"Those are " he hesitated, then decided even one of High War Speech's worst insults wasn't too strong "nekulturniy." Medart grew serious. "Not at all, though I was sure you'd react that way. Nevan, field agents have as much integrity as anyone else in Imperial service, and they're necessary.
Losinj, who is accused of assaulting a Sanctioner officer. He also demands we release Entos." "Send him in," Medart said, the casualness he'd assumed for Corina's benefit vanishing. "I'll handle this myself." "Yes, sir." The viewscreen went blank. Medart turned to Corina. "Did you assault a Sanctioner officer?" "That is a matter of interpretation," she replied.
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."
*He doesn't want to have to relieve him, especially at this point,* Medart sent. *I don't know how he made it past the psych tests with what I'd class as xenophobia and paranoia, but he did, and he's one of the best Security Chiefs in the Fleet. Still, it looks to me like he's gone over the edge this time; once this rebellion's over, I'm going to have him retested.* She glanced at him and nodded.
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