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Updated: June 17, 2025
His people should know how and why he died." "Yes, they should." Ryan turned at the unfamiliar voice, to see the warrior Nevan. He'd been healed, though his clothing still showed the effects of battle. "I'm pleased you agree, warrior. Now that the combat is over, I'm free to tell you he knew your avatar in his home universe, and claimed him as battle-companion of a century's standing."
In a brief meeting before Medart and Losinj left for Irschcha, Nevan asked Medart's advice on how best to prepare himself should Ranger Losinj accept his personal fealty once he felt he had enough experience to be a suitable thakur-na.
Nevan felt her attention center on the other. *I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Major,* she sent. *I apologize for any difficulties you experienced as a result of Nevan's pursuit; his purpose, at my request, was to test the security protecting field agents, including his target's self-protection. As you heard, he is satisfied.
His demoralization was completed when the Sandeman said, "Good shooting, Ranger Medart. Do you want that last one, or may I take him?" "Neither," Medart replied. "He's hers give me a hand with Kennard." "Yes, sir." Nevan holstered his blaster, and the two men went to kneel by the fallen Ranger. Corina stopped in front of her former teacher. "You have seen and felt the truth, Thark.
Right no target sights, and it's a lot heavier. That one pulls close to seventy kilos. I can't even get the string back ten centis, and he makes it look like nothing." Nevan hit the far wall feet-first. There was the solid sound of him kicking off again, the scream of a hollow pierced-shaft arrow, the thud of it hitting the small remote-controlled target less than a centimeter from the first.
"Zero-gee gym," the human Ranger said. "I think you're going to like what you see." When they reached the mid-level observation platform glassed off from the gym itself, Corina had to agree. Nevan was practicing flight-shooting, clad only in exercise trunks that set off his dark skin.
"Sure you do it's covered at the Academy, though not in great depth; the fact that you don't even like to think about it proves my point. But if you can manage the training, I think you'd make an outstanding field agent." "Field agent!" Nevan couldn't help it; he grimaced in revulsion.
"There is no further need to invade your privacy, warrior." "Nevan is fine I'll go get them, then." He did so, grinning to himself. He'd been favorably impressed by the reports of Owajima's accomplishments; he was even more favorably impressed by the man himself. Not too many standard humans could take out a Sandeman warrior, even using Talent!
Nevan couldn't help laughing; Sean and Ellen had fostered him, too, and he remembered how good they were and how frustrated Sean got with a child-warrior's hyperactivity.
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