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Considering the time zone she lived in, she's probably still asleep; that'll give me a chance to go over her records again, maybe find a good talking point." "Good enough. I'll talk to you again at 1600, then. Out." The screen went blank, and Medart picked up the printout, carried it to his favorite armchair, and sat half reading it and half sunk in thought.
Should get you a knighthood, maybe a Life Nobility." Then Sunbeam spoke up, almost laughing. "Take it easy! Can't you see you're embarrassing her terribly?" "Well, she should," the other retorted. "If I had enough rank, I'd call a Tribunal right now, and knight her." Not a bad idea at all, Medart thought.
Such contact was not unusual between Talented family members or extremely close friends, but Medart was neither, and she had not found herself reading him that way. "Maybe you know you shouldn't be able to, so you can't, but I don't, so I can?" Corina purred, wishing she could laugh. "That is as reasonable an explanation as we are likely to get, I would say.
Your psych profile, though, says you're adaptable enough that you could accept both, given adequate motivation." Nevan frowned. "I'm afraid I don't understand, sir. I don't know of any Imperial job I would find distasteful, much less intolerable." Medart chuckled.
That didn't work any better than usual; at last he gave up the effort and started eating in spite of the queasiness. "No improvement?" Kelly asked, after a few minutes' silence. "No. I've given up expecting any, but I can't help hoping." Medart took a few more bites, then shook his head and put the fork down. "Who'm I going up against today?"
In the meantime, I will have your ship brought aboard our cruiser release your controls to our operators." Medart did so, nodded. "You have control." The Sandeman disappeared, his place taken by a view of space. A ship-image was growing, and Medart's sensors told him it was a big one not quite as large as an IBC, but close.
I finally got it good and clear, and you collapsed. Are you sure you're all right?" Corina growled softly, disgusted at herself. "Blades! I should have thought of that. Unless you concentrate on words, I keep getting pictures from you. I should have realized your primary orientation was visual, and guided you " "Oh, no, you don't," Medart interrupted.
Ryan had decided to use his cruiser because it seemed proper to return James' little courier ship as well as his personal belongings; when they landed the tiny Imperial vessel aboard its huge sister ship, they were met by an honor guard of Marines in what Medart had described as their "ceremonials," what they called dress blues.
"Valla I am sorry to be the one to tell you this, but Medart also sentenced Entos to death for attempted murder on Imperial territory. The sentence has been carried out." Valla growled with an intensity that should not have surprised him but did. "Entos was my best operative, and a friend. I claim Ranger James Medart as my personal prey." "Granted," Thark agreed promptly. "But now to planning.
Who else have you found?" "Besides yourself, there is Colonel Greggson, as you know from the conference. Also Captain Hobison, and the small Marine from the demonstration, Lieutenant DarLeras." "That one somehow doesn't surprise me," Medart commented. Corina purred briefly.
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