Spacer Clans Adventure 1: Naero's Run Read Online Free

you morons have any idea how expensive these are? No. Of course you don’t.”
    Naero couldn ’t believe it. “So there was nothing? No reaction? Not even a hint of any psy ability?”
    Zhen glared at her. Then bit her lip and shook her head.
    “It’s always about you, isn’t it? No. There was nothing. Not a blip. You’re nud, Naero. Deal with it.”
    Naero slid slowly down the wall, ignoring the growing, throbbing pain in her skull, and the sick feeling roiling in her belly.
    She slumped to the floor and slowly took off the psy-helmet, dumping it on the ground. She rested her forearms on her knees and stared absently at the broken psy-meter in smoking pieces through her legs.
    Zhen went on lecturing her, her ire up.
    “ And if you ask me, it serves you right, Naero. You’ve always been better at everything than the rest of us. A better pilot, better leader, better fighter, better trader. Do you know what that has been like for your friends?
    “ Naero Amashin Maeris: prodigy child. The perfect Spacer born of the perfect parents. And you’ve got all the pride of your illustrious family too, along with their superior genetics. How fitting, then, that there’s at least one thing to humble you. One thing that you have no chance of ever excelling at. Psyonics. Something almost every other Spacer can do.”
    “ Zhentisa,” Gallan said. “That’s enough. You’ve had your say.”
    “ Maybe this will teach you some humility, Naero.”
    Even Tyber had to stand up and say something. “’Tisa. Ease up. This would be hard for any of us. You know that.”
    Now Zhen glared at him.
    Naero continued to stare at the ground. Then she convulsed and vomited all over the nano floor. She fell to one side, still gagging and dry-heaving as the floor auto-cleaned itself.
    Her friends gathered around her, doing their best to hold her still as she thrashed.
    After she stopped heaving, they rested her comfortably propped up on her back.
    Gallan sat with his legs crossed and held her head and shoulders cradled comfortably in his arms. Chaela elevated Naero’s feet while Saemar and Tyber hovered helplessly over Zhen, who placed her hands on Naero and examined her with her healer’s sight.
    “Is she okay?” Gallan asked.
    “ She’s obviously not okay,” Tyber said. “Is she going to be okay?”
    Zhen regained her composure, ignoring them while she completed her examinations, looking right into Naero’s body and its functions.
    “ She put a lot of junk into her system. Her body started rejecting and neutralizing it all, just as it would any toxins. I don’t see any permanent damage to any of her organs, though. Amazing. She has the fastest healing rate of anyone I’ve ever seen. Even among Spacers.”
    Naero licked her dry lips. “Don’t worry guys. I’m going to be okay. Can you get me some water?”
    Saemar jumped up. Zhen stopped her.
    “Wait a bit. Give it to her now and she’ll just throw it back up.”
    Zhen looked a little worried and placed her hands on Naero ’s head again.
    “ What’s wrong?” Chaela asked.
    “ Haisha …I…I don’t know. I’ve never seen energy signatures in the brain like this before. They’re fading slowly. Must be feedback from the psy-helmet, still bouncing back and forth in there. But no psyonic activity still. Sorry, Naero.
    Zhen paused a moment before going on. “Yet that’s weird as well. Even in a nud, the areas of the brain where psy activities originate aren’t usually this completely inert or inactive. Normal brain energies still flow through them. They just don’t generate psy energy.
    “ But with you, it’s as if your entire brain has those areas totally blocked and shut down, using completely different parts of your brain so that you don’t need them. Kind of like a re-routed back-up system. Wow, I could do an article on this for the neuromed journals.”
    “ Great,” Naero muttered. “Even my nudness is unique, and surpasses all other nuds.” She chuckled