BoundByLaw by Viola Grace Page A

as her training coach, because Ysyr was needed as an instructor.
    With a deep breath out, Col expanded her net and lifted, gathering as many of the objects in the courtyard as she could.
    Turnari had been a little surprised when Kalo has asked to fill the interior yard with hard-to-lift objects, but no one could argue with the results.
    Col could and did lift over two thousand pounds at a time.
    Straining, she lifted and the objects left the ground.
    “Keep lifting! Ten feet, twenty, thirty, fifty feet. Col, bring them back down now, nice and slow.”
    She descended in a slow and controlled manner, her muscles quivering under the strain. The moment that her burden touched the ground, her muscles eased and she continued to follow them down.
    Landing next to her net, she leaned over and braced her hands on her knees, breathing heavily. “That was a good one. I think I need a burden relay so I can practice moving stuff.”
    Kalo came up next to her and handed her a bottle of water and a towel. “That was amazing. I have updated your stats and you are doing wonderfully well.”
    “What else?”
    “We are done for today. The relay can be setup tomorrow.” Kalo helped boost her upright. “Do you know how close you are to being added to the roster?”
    She gulped down the water. “What roster?”
    “The roster for active assignments. Going out on assignment helps you pay for your keep, clothing, food, accommodation, that sort of thing. Not to mention education and training.”
    She shrugged. “Probably a fee for peeling me as well. Sure. The sooner I can get onto the roster, the better. I look forward to seeing another world.”
    Haveera walked toward them, a smile on her face. “You don’t need to wait. It won’t take you off world, but the Guard base needs you for a few days. It will do wonders to expunging your debt.”
    Col raised a brow. “What could they need me for?”
    “Lifting and holding shuttles and skimmers while under coatings and weapons are mounted.”
    Col paled. “I can’t do that.”
    Haveera dismissed Kalo with a glance. “Walk with me, Colah.”
    Col moved in step with Haveera.
    The assessment officer moved them down the path to the botanical gardens. “You are not a simple flier. You know that, don’t you?”
    Col shrugged. “I haven’t really looked into what I am.”
    “You have a type of telekinesis that allows you to enfold any object and lift it. The only thing holding you back is your own mind. You alter your molecular stability when you fly and by creating an opposing charge to your surroundings, you fly. You can do the same to anything you lift.”
    “Do you mind if I try something?”
    “Please.”
    Testing Haveera’s theory, Col kept walking but touched the woman’s arm lightly with a few fingers. They both continued their stroll, but they were slowly elevating to more than four feet off the ground.
    Col felt no strain at all. “Why do I feel a strain when I lift?”
    “You expect to. When you expect that something is heavy, you brace yourself. When you think something is light, it floats up easily.”
    They were both walking calmly, but Col felt no strain, no tugging, no urge to hold Haveera up. “Why are you just telling me this now?”
    Haveera laughed, “We just figured it out after what your suit has been feeding back to the Guard base.”
    “My suit is rigged with monitors?” Col didn’t mind, she stripped it off before any of her evening experiments with Ysyr. Her skin was very sensitive, so they were going slowly. The last thing she needed was a record of her first experiments with sex.
    “It is. Life and power monitors. Once you have fully recovered, your daily suits will no longer carry the monitors. However, your away suits still will. I came to tell you about the details of your talent, because we were afraid you were going to cause yourself an injury.”
    Col laughed. “I was afraid of the very same thing.”
    “Well, I am glad that you now have an