Published by Ye Olde
Dragon Books
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Every Gleaner in Friggley's
took two steps from Genys’ Nisandrian half-blood Chief of Talents. Nothing more
frightening than a Nisandrian with her hands out of sight. There was no way to predict
what weapons she might draw from seemingly thin air. Legends said they had mastered
N-space and could drag enough weapons along behind them, just slightly out of dimensional
phase, to destroy a planet. Other legends claimed they could hide weapons inside
body cavities. Genys always squirmed a little when she thought of that. M'kar never
confirmed or denied those stories. Granted, no one had ever dared ask outright,
but shouldn't her commanding officer have the right to know?
Bottom line: Nisandrians
were always ready to fight. No need for provocation. Nisandrians liked fights even
more than Gleaners liked pilfering anything and everything in sight.
One of these days, Genys
vowed to learn how M'kar managed to enter a room without being seen. It was like
she slit the fabric of space-time to just appear, when and where she was needed.
According to the records of her training on Le'anka, M'kar didn't have teleportation
among her psionic gifts. So how did she do it?
"What's it to ya?"
the Gleaner captain said, his voice softening and rising another half-octave, while
taking another step back.
Genys could almost call him a smart man.
"Just wondering if
you're the Gleaner doing the pilfering, out on Dock Seven, or the one being pilfered,
that's all. Nice big hole blasted right next to a cargo hatch. Don't your people
know how to knock? Or maybe they forgot the security code to get in?" M'kar
raised her voice to be heard over the curses and yells. The Gleaner captain and
eight filthy, garishly ornamented crewmen scrambled to exit through a door only
wide enough for two.
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