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Updated: May 13, 2025
He'd known Jim by reputation since he'd been old enough to watch the news, and personally for fifteen years. This hurt. "Ranger James Medart is reported in critical condition today aboard the hospital ship Compassion, after being attacked by a wounded Traiti he was attempting to aid. Ranger Medart is currently on full life support, and Chief Medical Officer Kirov's prognosis is guarded."
Nor, most certainly, will I do what was done during the struggles to establish the Order." Omnivorous curiosity was part of a Ranger's job description; Medart indulged his. "What was that?" Corina's ears went back in distaste. "The infliction of systematic pain, weakening both the will and the ability to resist." "I wouldn't want that," Medart agreed. "We try the voluntary part first, right?
We will remain in touch as necessary by wrist communicators, which will be issued as soon as we are finished here. "I have ordered a disruptor mounted on the lander we will be using. Lieutenant DarLeras, Ranger Medart tells me you are a pilot; since we do not have such a specialist, I would like you to fill that position as well as the combat one you agreed to earlier.
"You're the only expert we have on the Order," Davis said. "How would you recommend we defend the Palace?" "As it stands, Your Majesty, the Palace cannot be defended from such an attack." Corina hesitated, unwilling to go on. *Finish it,* Medart urged her.
We simply have very little in common. The same is true for my other relatives, including my siblings." "What about other people?" She laid her ears back in what Medart recognized as a frown. "That is difficult to explain. It is not that I have trouble associating with others, because I do not.
"Nor, I would say, am I the only one to prefer unconventional weapons; that does not appear to be a blaster." "It isn't," Medart said, drawing the weapon with a chuckle. "It's just as effective, though, maybe more so. It's a replica of a Browning Hi-Power 9mm automatic a slugthrower.
"All that can be managed easily enough, captain. I know of one boat, just such a size; owned by two men, Rouget and Medart, who sailed in the Henriette for years, and only left her when you did, as they had wives and families here, and knew that she would not put in again for a long time. You could trust them as you do me." "That would be the very thing.
"A call from the Planetary Palace, sir, security priority. Major Dawson is on the screen." "Damn. All right." Security priority was never good news; Medart wondered just how bad it was this time. He accepted the towel Nevan was holding out, began drying himself as he went to the lander and climbed in.
"If you plan for that," Kainor said, "you will also have to assume a Ranger will be involved within minutes, or at most hours." "What " "A Ranger!" Valla and Thark exclaimed as one. "Yes. Ranger James Medart arrived yesterday aboard the battle cruiser Emperor Chang, and took a lander down to the Colvis Reserve." "Why was I not informed?" Thark asked, forcing his voice to remain steady.
If the Academy accepts me, I will be able to travel, always finding out new things . . . meeting people of all races and species . . ." Her voice trailed off, and Medart was struck by the sudden enthusiasm and warmth replacing her normal controlled formality. No, he mused, she'd never be happy in a society as static as Irschcha's, even as a member of its ruling elite.
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