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Updated: June 13, 2025
Tarlac was well aware the universe held a lot more things than he knew, but this was one he had no intention of bothering about. If the gods were interested in him, they'd shown no signs of it, and he saw no reason to change his stand on the matter unless they did.
I learned much of myself when I thought I was to die." Hovan looked down at Steve, into the man's troubled eyes. "I learned that I was stronger than I thought, ruhar, and I also learned the limits of my strength. I could not bear the burden of the Decision you must make. That it is asked of you shows you can bear it." Tarlac had to smile at that.
Hovan knew there would be details to work out, still details that might take years but Steve had made that working out possible. Then Tarlac turned to the Emperor. "Sir, I'd like to administer an oath now, with your permission. Team-Leader Hovan is a commando, an experienced officer who's come up through the ranks as all of their officers have, and in my opinion he would be an asset to the Empire.
The Empire had learned that they called themselves Traiti, little more. Once he had his suit on, the Ranger fortunately didn't have to walk far. A standard spacesuit was considerably less massive than a Marine's power armor, but it wasn't light, and it was clumsy in anything approaching a full standard gee. Clumping over to the lock, Tarlac cycled through.
Since mind is the architect of reality, we construct what pleases us." "Mind is the architect of reality." Tarlac took another sip of his julep, then thought about it becoming a mug of coffee. It responded to his will, and he drank; it was the best coffee he'd ever tasted. "You see?" Sepol said gently. "You are one of us, Lord Esteban, and that fact no longer disturbs you."
With racial survival at stake, the Lords would be monitoring both the human and the Traiti ships. There would be no accidental or intentional infractions of the cease-fire. Once they boarded the Hermnaen, Tarlac accompanied Arjen to the control central and took a place standing behind Arjen and Ship-Captain Exvani.
He looked up at her, reached to run his fingers softly along the side of her face. "Ka'ruhar," he said, almost whispering, "I will . . . I will be proud to share bodies with you this night." When Tarlac woke the next morning he felt good, almost euphoric, eased of a tension he'd lived with for so long he'd forgotten he had it.
Eventually, Tarlac did; Dave made sure he was covered snugly, then turned down the lamp and arranged the remaining blankets into a nestlike bed for himself. He didn't really think he could rest, with all the excitement and problems going on, so he decided he might as well make what plans he could.
Not too many people of any age, in his experience, had that much judgement. Too bad Dave's assessment was so negative but from what he'd said, Tarlac was able to take grim amusement in the fact that he wouldn't be worrying about it much longer. This mess would be a lot harder on the youngster than it would on the one who should be in charge He broke off that pointless line of thought.
You've both seen to it that I don't have any financial worries, and your Aunt Betty will be staying with me for awhile. But . . . I do miss you, son." "I know, Mother. I'll come home next time I make it to Terra." And he had. Tarlac was suddenly very glad of that.
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