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Updated: June 17, 2025
Although had the warrior Nevan entered the corridor facing right instead of left, the result would have been different." "But he wasn't." Medart nodded to the Sandeman. "You can go back to whatever you were doing, Lieutenant; I know you're not on watch right now." "Thank you, sir." Nevan bowed to Corina, then left. Medart gave Corina his full attention.
It will be difficult functioning without magic, but most universes manage; I'll learn to cope." Nevan bowed, his expression chagrined. "In that case I spoke too hastily, Highness. Will you accept my apology?" "Of course, warrior." Ariel paused, then looked wistful.
*It's tight,* Nevan confirmed. *And I'm really impressed by Major Owajima's skill. He got past my ship defenses without leaving a trace. It was a beautiful ambush.* *It is he I sense linked with you?* *Yes, Thakur.*
Other news was almost as interesting to him, if less personal: the warrior Leslie had broken his leg in war games with the Combat Division Marines stationed at Shangri-La Base, and the clan had been asked to train more assault-lander pilots. The hour was all too short, but Nevan didn't let himself stretch his visit beyond that point.
The assault team on the lander disagreed; anything that delayed Thark worked in their favor. "How long till launch?" someone asked Nevan. "Eight minutes. Then about three to land." Corina was aware of her team, so she heard the estimate, but her main attention was still on Thark. He and his people were on their way to the Throne Room, hoping to find the Emperor there with his staff.
That would frighten some people if they ever found out about it, Medart thought, but he found it reassuring especially since the prospective agent was a Sandeman warrior. "Would you like me to brief you on the training?" Nevan thought for a moment, then shook his head.
"Is there a tattoo on his right cheek?" "There is not." "Interesting thank you. I will need some assistance after all, it appears; I would like to get into his ship with as few traces as possible." "An entry specialist will be with you in ten minutes. Is there anything else?" "Not at the moment. Owajima out." So his pursuer's true name was Nevan, Owajima thought, troubled.
He'd never met Owajima, though he'd wanted to, and when Nevan had left IntelDiv on swearing fealty to Ranger Losinj, Owajima had taken over the top field agent rating. Owajima was no Sandeman, but IntelDiv rumor had him close; he was supposed to have been a Kai-school ninja before joining the Corps, and his exploits since hadn't done anything to contradict the rumor.
I have just finished a post-mission leave, and have been ordered to Terra for a tour with OSI.* *You won't like it,* Nevan predicted. *Assignments think they're doing us a favor when they give us a planetside tour a rest break, I heard one call it but those always bored me.* *If it gets too bad, Major,* the Ranger sent sympathetically, *see me, and I will have you given a field assignment.
I believe I know what Master Thark has in mind, and it is important to Irschcha's future that the results not be distorted." Thark looked from her to the Sandeman, reached out gently, and touched the strongest shield he had ever felt. "You, too," he said in resignation. "Guard her well, warrior." Nevan bowed.
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