about
it,” Emily said, thinking back to what she’d read a few weeks ago.
“It doesn’t,” Bo answered between bites, for he was
really shoveling it in trying to make up for lost time. “I’ve been through
those files more than these two, and there’s nothing there. All they’ve got is
some notes from the few Zen’zat that achieved it, and they cited use in either
remote control or particle deflection with Lachka…including a huge power
savings versus the wall technique.”
“If you can individually track and catch every piece,”
Greg said, following the line of thought.
“Exactly.”
“But you don’t have time for than in the case of an
explosion.”
“Actually…he does,” Jason said, glancing over at Greg
after a sip from a bottle of blue. “His reaction speeds have increased. Not his
physical skills, but his mental processing. Eye hand coordination has gone up as
a result, but now it’s his body that’s holding back further upgrades.”
“I can see things before they happen,” Bo said, taking
another swig. “Sort of. It feels that way because my
senses are a step ahead of my body. They’ve got me running through drills to
test that theory and so far my reaction speed is upwards of Mage 73.”
“Holy crap,” Emily said, looking at him again. “And I
thought you were just becoming a better chess player.”
“Haven’t actually tried that,” he admitted. “Head is
still fried enough that I don’t want to plug into an interface just yet. Need
to clean out the debris with drills first.”
Emily raised an eyebrow at Paul. “Can’t
believe you’re holding him back on that one.”
“I just want him at full strength before I kick his
ass,” he said with a smirk.
“I think we’re going to sell tickets for that one,”
Jason commented as he finished his tray.
“What’s up first today?” Bo asked his two volunteer
trainers, starting on another pastry.
“Light sparring drills then a 5k before we hit the
obstacle course.”
“We?”
“I’m doing it to. Jason needs someone to compare you
with.”
Jason stood up. “I’ll meet you guys there. Got some sword practice to do first.”
Bo nodded and Jason walked off with his empty
tray…while his was still half full.
“ Em , what are you up to?”
Greg asked.
“Swimming, swimming, and more swimming,” she said,
sipping out the last of her bottle of blue. “Endurance day, then I’ll catch a
nap with Bo and probably go back for some flexibility drills or sparring
afterwards. Depends how dead I am. Wish we’d get the stupid triggers figured
out so we can start sharing. I’m really envying those bioshields.”
“Speaking of which, where’s Riona?” Greg asked Paul.
“An early start today. I
won’t join her for training until the afternoon.”
“I thought you two were joined at the hip?”
“We are, but had to make room for this guy. Besides,
we can’t train bioshield all day every day.”
“I thought you were going for the whole Master and
Apprentice thing,” Emily added.
“About that,” Paul said, taking the opportunity while
the three of them were here. “I don’t like suggesting this after the fact, but
I think we should rework the Mage levels.”
“How?” Greg asked, curious.
Paul was top ranked at level 8 now, with Morgan none too happy about it, but
she still preferred field work to training on Earth so for her it was kind of
like letting Paul get out ahead of her so she’d have a challenge to reel him
back in. At least that’s what it appeared to everyone else. Her thoughts on it
were less…cheerful.
“The time I’ve spent with Riona has opened my eyes to
a lot of things.”
“I’ll bet it has,” Emily said sarcastically.
Paul threw her a very familiar annoyed look but
continued on without comment. “I think we need to keep previous Archon levels
as they are. We might not need a lot of the stuff in them now, but the newbs
do…like the heavy armor and no psionics up till
it,” Emily said, thinking back to what she’d read a few weeks ago.
“It doesn’t,” Bo answered between bites, for he was
really shoveling it in trying to make up for lost time. “I’ve been through
those files more than these two, and there’s nothing there. All they’ve got is
some notes from the few Zen’zat that achieved it, and they cited use in either
remote control or particle deflection with Lachka…including a huge power
savings versus the wall technique.”
“If you can individually track and catch every piece,”
Greg said, following the line of thought.
“Exactly.”
“But you don’t have time for than in the case of an
explosion.”
“Actually…he does,” Jason said, glancing over at Greg
after a sip from a bottle of blue. “His reaction speeds have increased. Not his
physical skills, but his mental processing. Eye hand coordination has gone up as
a result, but now it’s his body that’s holding back further upgrades.”
“I can see things before they happen,” Bo said, taking
another swig. “Sort of. It feels that way because my
senses are a step ahead of my body. They’ve got me running through drills to
test that theory and so far my reaction speed is upwards of Mage 73.”
“Holy crap,” Emily said, looking at him again. “And I
thought you were just becoming a better chess player.”
“Haven’t actually tried that,” he admitted. “Head is
still fried enough that I don’t want to plug into an interface just yet. Need
to clean out the debris with drills first.”
Emily raised an eyebrow at Paul. “Can’t
believe you’re holding him back on that one.”
“I just want him at full strength before I kick his
ass,” he said with a smirk.
“I think we’re going to sell tickets for that one,”
Jason commented as he finished his tray.
“What’s up first today?” Bo asked his two volunteer
trainers, starting on another pastry.
“Light sparring drills then a 5k before we hit the
obstacle course.”
“We?”
“I’m doing it to. Jason needs someone to compare you
with.”
Jason stood up. “I’ll meet you guys there. Got some sword practice to do first.”
Bo nodded and Jason walked off with his empty
tray…while his was still half full.
“ Em , what are you up to?”
Greg asked.
“Swimming, swimming, and more swimming,” she said,
sipping out the last of her bottle of blue. “Endurance day, then I’ll catch a
nap with Bo and probably go back for some flexibility drills or sparring
afterwards. Depends how dead I am. Wish we’d get the stupid triggers figured
out so we can start sharing. I’m really envying those bioshields.”
“Speaking of which, where’s Riona?” Greg asked Paul.
“An early start today. I
won’t join her for training until the afternoon.”
“I thought you two were joined at the hip?”
“We are, but had to make room for this guy. Besides,
we can’t train bioshield all day every day.”
“I thought you were going for the whole Master and
Apprentice thing,” Emily added.
“About that,” Paul said, taking the opportunity while
the three of them were here. “I don’t like suggesting this after the fact, but
I think we should rework the Mage levels.”
“How?” Greg asked, curious.
Paul was top ranked at level 8 now, with Morgan none too happy about it, but
she still preferred field work to training on Earth so for her it was kind of
like letting Paul get out ahead of her so she’d have a challenge to reel him
back in. At least that’s what it appeared to everyone else. Her thoughts on it
were less…cheerful.
“The time I’ve spent with Riona has opened my eyes to
a lot of things.”
“I’ll bet it has,” Emily said sarcastically.
Paul threw her a very familiar annoyed look but
continued on without comment. “I think we need to keep previous Archon levels
as they are. We might not need a lot of the stuff in them now, but the newbs
do…like the heavy armor and no psionics up till
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