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If she kept it up, the Marines would have no need to defeat her; she would do it to herself. Calm and control, as Valla and Thark had told her repeatedly, were the keys to victory. She and Medart joined the waiting group. "My men have been briefed, Ranger," Greggson said. "And they have stunners, not blasters, so . . . Sir Corina . . . won't be hurt." He turned to her.
"I'll talk to him if you'd like, since he makes you uncomfortable." "No, though I thank you for the offer. I have accepted this job, I will do what it requires. I will speak to him." "Right." Good for her, Medart thought. She'd apparently gotten more from his memories than he'd realized; that sounded like something he'd said once, back in the early days of his own career.
"Welcome to Imperial service, Ranger Medart." "Thank you, Your Majesty." Medart felt a surge of deep emotions he couldn't identify, except for the determination to do everything in his power to justify their faith in him. He still had doubts of his ability to do that, but the badge's weight on his chest left him with no doubts that he'd try.
Although she'd said it had been weeks before she'd learned to read thoughts not specifically directed at her, Medart realized that she must have been subconsciously blocking them, because that was how she'd made her accidental discovery. For details of Corina's discovery, see TALENT Medart shifted his position in bed, her memory-feelings enough to push him out of that dream but not waken him.
As secretive as the Order is, we don't know much of anything about this Talent you say they have, much less how to combat it." The intercom chimed before he could go further. Dawson answered, and Medart joined him, looking into the screen. "Lieutenant Edmonds, Duty Officer of the Watch," the caller identified herself. "The head of the district Sanctioners is here. He has extradition papers for Ms.
"You're the only one who has even a chance against Thark, and you're as qualified as any of the rest of us to be a Ranger maybe more so, as Ranger Medart told me, with that Talent of yours. None of us asked for this job, and none of us felt capable of handling it at first. You can do what we cannot. Will you face Thark for us, as a Ranger?" Corina remained silent, overwhelmed by his intensity.
Since miracle-weed is the only source of several valuable pharmaceuticals including rapid-heal, the Emperor sent Medart in to see if anything could be salvaged. "He somehow got the idea that the cloudcats originated in a warmer climate than Ondrian's.
He got a second cup of coffee, taking it and the printout over to his work area. Several hours passed as he studied those records with growing satisfaction. The more he read, the more promising Corina Losinj looked. The only flaw he could find was in her psych profile; it showed a lack of self-confidence. Medart wondered at that, because she certainly didn't lack ability.
"I'm not sure I'd care to let myself be used as a target that way. You must have trusted that warrior implicitly." "No more or less than I trust any Sandeman," Medart said. "I've only known one who was capable of deliberate deception, and that was because his Intelligence field work for the Empire required it.
Medart nodded, pleased by the clan-chief's calm reaction. "Yes." Then he raised an eyebrow, grinning, and said, "You knew, didn't you? That emphasis on the first 'are' was a giveaway." "We the clan-chiefs have known for centuries." Ryan sobered. "Or strongly suspected, at least; all the evidence pointed in that direction." "So why in Chaos haven't you done anything about it?" Medart demanded.
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