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Updated: August 21, 2024
It takes a particularly strong mind-shield to block that ability even partially; you saw nothing because I wished you not to." Nevan nodded, returning the smile. "That makes me feel better. I got blown when I visited the base didn't know about the open house, and ran into some clan-mates. I was afraid I'd let that distract me but if you were using Talent, that wasn't my problem.
Huddling up, she let her mind-shield relax slightly. As the cruiser picked up speed, she felt one of the Sanctioners try a probe. Don't fight it, she told herself, use it. Sanctioners were Talented, of course, but they didn't have the training or control she had gotten from Thark. They shouldn't be able to detect her attempt at deception.
Sorry for the interruption; go on." "I could not agree with him, and came here," Corina said. "I have no physical proof, however, of anything I have said. I learned what I have reported when I broke through Thark's mind-shield this morning." "Physical proof isn't necessary," Medart told her. "Your report, backed up by the probe of Entos, is enough. Learn anything else?" "Not really.
But that, Nevan knew, wasn't possible; while mind-screen, or the stronger mind-shield, and telepathy were common to everyone with Talent, the specialized aspects varied widely from person to person. "Would you like to see your inheritance?" "Very much. The needler and blades in the clothing storage?" Nevan chuckled. "That's them. Do you want to get them, or shall I?"
He had done all he could here, in the Records Section; he lowered his mind-shield and reached out. *Thakur?* Her answer was prompt, and he smiled to himself, enjoying the cool clarity of her mind-touch. *What results, thakur-na?* she asked. *About what we expected.
Her curiosity aroused, she tried a quick probe to be stopped by a mind-shield that was clearly both unconscious and well above novice level. An unusual human indeed, she thought, intrigued. Medart allowed her scrutiny, studying her at the same time. Despite their upright stance and lack of tails, Irschchans invariably reminded him of the Siamese cats he'd raised when he was a youngster in Texas.
Either I'm losing my edge, or you're about to take over the top-ever rating; I should've seen some sign of your entry on the outer lock." "If you had, it would be I who was losing my edge. However, I will take that as a compliment from one who still holds that ranking. Drop your mind-shield." "What? Ohhh." Nevan did so, surprised for an instant though he knew he shouldn't be.
Corina sat facing him. "What is today's lesson, Master?" "At this stage, it is up to you to tell me. Further training will be directed to any area in which you feel deficient." Her mind-shield was down, so he could sense, as well as hear, her surprise. "I do not understand." "The only thing you truly require now is more confidence in yourself.
Between that and her kilt-flipping, unless she ran into a Sanctioner who knew her well enough to identify her by the pattern of her mind-shield, she might make it. Bare minutes later, though, her hopes fell as she heard the patrol cruiser approaching again. It stopped in front of her and three gray-kilted Sanctioners got out.
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