the future. This group is what's left of the losers- But they nearly won! This small group of human rebels almost overcome the metapsychic magnates of all six races of the Galactic Milieu! -.. They're in terrible shape now, but they'll recover- And when they do, if we could ally them to us, "
"The aliens must be destroyed." Nodonn's thought and voice were storm-loud. "But think of the advantage of an aliiance' The Firvulag, "
"Any advantages would accrue to humanity. Second Coercer' These operant humans do not wear the golden torc They can never be part of our fellowship "
"Of course you're right, Battlemaster'" Leyr exclaimed He threw Gomnol a monitory thought "You get a gnp on yourself, Number Two "
Aluteyn Craftsmaster's mind-tone was withering "Dammit, son, why should these operant humans join with us when they're probably capable of taking over the whole Many-Cot ored Land, given a little rest and recuperation?"
"And another photon cannon or two put into operation," muttered Bormol
"If we all act in metapsychic concert, our wil! can prevail," Gomnol insisted "There are thousands of us gold-lores and only a handful of operant invaders Some of them are dying The others are devastated by failure and world-toss They'd jump at an offer of friendship, I tell you'"
The Battlemaster said repressively, "I have farspoken the King He concurs with my decision "
In a last effort, Gomnol sent a plea arrowing to Nodonn on the intimate mode
Think Battlemaster think' Unique opportunity' Leadennvaders is magnateConcilium MarcRemiIIard Whole fanulyRenullard operated highestlevel HumanPoiityMiIieu' Marc/ recovered + others potential KEY HostNontusvel ambitions vs Firvulag
No
I saw Marc traumatizedvulnerable Others muchweaker Acting metaconcertcoercion Host + Me easily
No
Marc is JonRemillardbrother' And Jon =· Jack the Bodi less" Marc nearly match for brother I remember Milieupolicking
No
Moonlight glistened on the sweat droplets trickling down Gomnol's face From the dark forest came a faint whickering sound and the thud of clawed feet The armored chaliko mounts of the party came trotting forward at Leyr's telepathic command Nodonn vaulted into his saddle, kindling his own faerie aura of rose and gold about the beast's jeweled caparisons
"I have also farspoken my Host-brothers," Nodonn said, looking down on Gomnol "Hual Greatheart and Mitheyn, Lord of Sasaran, will coordinate a Grand Quest Hual will bring the Sword of Sharn down from Goriah, and I will wield it against this Lowlife crew Milheyn will come north from Sasaran with a land force strong in psychokinesis, creativity, and coercion We will allow the invaders to move westward into the Valley of Donaar Somewhere in the Grotto Wilderness, at a place of our choosing, we will annihilate them "
"As Tana wills," said Gomnol in resignation After wiping his face with a white handkerchief, he reached for a fresh cigar, mounted his own chaliko, and rode away with the others
Three days later, near a nver that would one day be called the Dordogne, a massed body of Tanu chivalry swept down upon the crawling tram of twenty-second-century vehicles, but since the operant humans, even in their weakened state, far surpassed the exotics in the faculty of farsensing, the Tanu attempt at ambush was unsuccessful Sophisticated equipment, initially unfamiliar to the fleeing metapsychic rebels and clumsily stowed to boot, was now arrayed competently Solar powerpacks were fully charged, small arms and personal forcescreens were at the ready, and the photon cannon was emplaced for tactical advantage
Four hundred and nineteen Tanu knights, including the Lord of Sasaran and Hual Greatheart, were slain in the ensuing conflict Twice that number of exotics, virtually the entire roster of survivors, fell wounded
Nodonn Battlemaster saw his Flying Hum decimated and his favonte chaliko blasted out from under him in midair He narrowly missed dropping the precious Sword of Sharn into the Donaar
"The aliens must be destroyed." Nodonn's thought and voice were storm-loud. "But think of the advantage of an aliiance' The Firvulag, "
"Any advantages would accrue to humanity. Second Coercer' These operant humans do not wear the golden torc They can never be part of our fellowship "
"Of course you're right, Battlemaster'" Leyr exclaimed He threw Gomnol a monitory thought "You get a gnp on yourself, Number Two "
Aluteyn Craftsmaster's mind-tone was withering "Dammit, son, why should these operant humans join with us when they're probably capable of taking over the whole Many-Cot ored Land, given a little rest and recuperation?"
"And another photon cannon or two put into operation," muttered Bormol
"If we all act in metapsychic concert, our wil! can prevail," Gomnol insisted "There are thousands of us gold-lores and only a handful of operant invaders Some of them are dying The others are devastated by failure and world-toss They'd jump at an offer of friendship, I tell you'"
The Battlemaster said repressively, "I have farspoken the King He concurs with my decision "
In a last effort, Gomnol sent a plea arrowing to Nodonn on the intimate mode
Think Battlemaster think' Unique opportunity' Leadennvaders is magnateConcilium MarcRemiIIard Whole fanulyRenullard operated highestlevel HumanPoiityMiIieu' Marc/ recovered + others potential KEY HostNontusvel ambitions vs Firvulag
No
I saw Marc traumatizedvulnerable Others muchweaker Acting metaconcertcoercion Host + Me easily
No
Marc is JonRemillardbrother' And Jon =· Jack the Bodi less" Marc nearly match for brother I remember Milieupolicking
No
Moonlight glistened on the sweat droplets trickling down Gomnol's face From the dark forest came a faint whickering sound and the thud of clawed feet The armored chaliko mounts of the party came trotting forward at Leyr's telepathic command Nodonn vaulted into his saddle, kindling his own faerie aura of rose and gold about the beast's jeweled caparisons
"I have also farspoken my Host-brothers," Nodonn said, looking down on Gomnol "Hual Greatheart and Mitheyn, Lord of Sasaran, will coordinate a Grand Quest Hual will bring the Sword of Sharn down from Goriah, and I will wield it against this Lowlife crew Milheyn will come north from Sasaran with a land force strong in psychokinesis, creativity, and coercion We will allow the invaders to move westward into the Valley of Donaar Somewhere in the Grotto Wilderness, at a place of our choosing, we will annihilate them "
"As Tana wills," said Gomnol in resignation After wiping his face with a white handkerchief, he reached for a fresh cigar, mounted his own chaliko, and rode away with the others
Three days later, near a nver that would one day be called the Dordogne, a massed body of Tanu chivalry swept down upon the crawling tram of twenty-second-century vehicles, but since the operant humans, even in their weakened state, far surpassed the exotics in the faculty of farsensing, the Tanu attempt at ambush was unsuccessful Sophisticated equipment, initially unfamiliar to the fleeing metapsychic rebels and clumsily stowed to boot, was now arrayed competently Solar powerpacks were fully charged, small arms and personal forcescreens were at the ready, and the photon cannon was emplaced for tactical advantage
Four hundred and nineteen Tanu knights, including the Lord of Sasaran and Hual Greatheart, were slain in the ensuing conflict Twice that number of exotics, virtually the entire roster of survivors, fell wounded
Nodonn Battlemaster saw his Flying Hum decimated and his favonte chaliko blasted out from under him in midair He narrowly missed dropping the precious Sword of Sharn into the Donaar
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