Spacer Clans Adventure 3: Naero's Fury Read Online Free Page A
Author: Mason Elliott
lifted her head again, gave Jan’s hand a squeeze, and strode forward to face her fate with courage.
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The large tent above them had programmable plasteel panels to let sunlight shine down inside, if that was desired. Only a few were pweaked clear. The ground beneath their feet was still covered in a carpet of soft, blue-green grass and aromatic, sandy soil beneath that.
Three risers and three small, separate sets of stands had been erected directly before them, at the far end of the enclosure.
Naero wondered why they had not used fixer clouds to construct more permanent structures for the Mystics.
Perhaps the High Masters had not yet made the final decision to remain on Thanor-4 permanently.
Naero walked forward slowly, taking a good look ahead of her at the assembly.
She spotted High Master Vane, seated on her left, with about ten other high level Chaos adepts sitting behind him. But his two prime adepts flanked him on either side as his bodyguards.
Most prime adepts were selected in male-female pairs, for reasons Naero still did not understand.
In fact, Naero had rescued both of Vane’s current prime adepts from the torment of the enemy’s vile, Darkforce generators, just as she had Hashiko, Jan, and Shalaen for that matter.
But Chaos adepts were not known for their tact or gratitude. This pair had only stooped to thank her briefly, over a short comlink. She was probably lucky to have gotten that much from them.
Shii Kim was the male, the adept of darkness, so dark he appeared to be a black hole in reality, shaped like a person. His counterpart, Fell Wilde, was his exact opposite. The adept of light, she was so dazzling that she shimmered with a bright white light, even when she veiled her Cosmic powers, so as not to blind people with her brilliant glare.
Naero did her best not to look at High Master Vane directly , his glowing red head, covered in roving eyes–glowing and pulsing with crimson anger within his deep, dark gray hood.
Since the tragic loss of his most favored adept, Mitsubishi Hashiko, Naero knew that Vane blamed and despised her, and openly sought any excuse to destroy her. She knew very well that his vote was already set against her.
The events on Janosha had only fueled that fire of hatred , despite the fact that Naero had also saved him from being taken prisoner by their foes. Vane was not only vindictive, but he was also convinced that she was a Cosmic monster, from a family that spawned such monsters.
Naero nearly missed Intel Strategist General Thadian Ingersol, another ideological foe, seated among Vane’s people with a few other, sour-looking military officers. How appropriate that some of her enemies should side together.
Next, in the center of the assembly, stood High Master Tree of Order Wisdom , in long, sweeping blue robes of many hues. If Vane’s Cosmic aura was openly scarlet, Tree’s Cosmic aura was silver-blue.
High Master Tree was tall, and his face defied any description of age. Stable, serene, secure and calm, as one might expect in the High Master of Order. Yet to Naero, his piercing eyes flashed blazing blue at times.
She needed to remember, that a ll of the Three Wisdoms of The Mystic Harmony could be very dangerous, each in their own way.
Strange. High Master Tree only had one prime adept present as his bodyguard. Naero wondered where the other one was–the male.
The female looked familiar somehow. Perhaps Naero had seen her in a dream in the past. Naero did not know her name, but the tall, slender young woman pulsed with bright blue energy, not unlike Shalaen. Everything about the prime adept seemed to be a shade of blue, so it was difficult to determine skin, hair, or eye color.
High Master Tree stepped back slightly, and Naero was stunned to see–in place of the Prime Male adept on the left–Admirals Klyne and Sleak, her aunt, who was very pregnant by now, and due within the next few weeks.
It bothered Naero that even
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The large tent above them had programmable plasteel panels to let sunlight shine down inside, if that was desired. Only a few were pweaked clear. The ground beneath their feet was still covered in a carpet of soft, blue-green grass and aromatic, sandy soil beneath that.
Three risers and three small, separate sets of stands had been erected directly before them, at the far end of the enclosure.
Naero wondered why they had not used fixer clouds to construct more permanent structures for the Mystics.
Perhaps the High Masters had not yet made the final decision to remain on Thanor-4 permanently.
Naero walked forward slowly, taking a good look ahead of her at the assembly.
She spotted High Master Vane, seated on her left, with about ten other high level Chaos adepts sitting behind him. But his two prime adepts flanked him on either side as his bodyguards.
Most prime adepts were selected in male-female pairs, for reasons Naero still did not understand.
In fact, Naero had rescued both of Vane’s current prime adepts from the torment of the enemy’s vile, Darkforce generators, just as she had Hashiko, Jan, and Shalaen for that matter.
But Chaos adepts were not known for their tact or gratitude. This pair had only stooped to thank her briefly, over a short comlink. She was probably lucky to have gotten that much from them.
Shii Kim was the male, the adept of darkness, so dark he appeared to be a black hole in reality, shaped like a person. His counterpart, Fell Wilde, was his exact opposite. The adept of light, she was so dazzling that she shimmered with a bright white light, even when she veiled her Cosmic powers, so as not to blind people with her brilliant glare.
Naero did her best not to look at High Master Vane directly , his glowing red head, covered in roving eyes–glowing and pulsing with crimson anger within his deep, dark gray hood.
Since the tragic loss of his most favored adept, Mitsubishi Hashiko, Naero knew that Vane blamed and despised her, and openly sought any excuse to destroy her. She knew very well that his vote was already set against her.
The events on Janosha had only fueled that fire of hatred , despite the fact that Naero had also saved him from being taken prisoner by their foes. Vane was not only vindictive, but he was also convinced that she was a Cosmic monster, from a family that spawned such monsters.
Naero nearly missed Intel Strategist General Thadian Ingersol, another ideological foe, seated among Vane’s people with a few other, sour-looking military officers. How appropriate that some of her enemies should side together.
Next, in the center of the assembly, stood High Master Tree of Order Wisdom , in long, sweeping blue robes of many hues. If Vane’s Cosmic aura was openly scarlet, Tree’s Cosmic aura was silver-blue.
High Master Tree was tall, and his face defied any description of age. Stable, serene, secure and calm, as one might expect in the High Master of Order. Yet to Naero, his piercing eyes flashed blazing blue at times.
She needed to remember, that a ll of the Three Wisdoms of The Mystic Harmony could be very dangerous, each in their own way.
Strange. High Master Tree only had one prime adept present as his bodyguard. Naero wondered where the other one was–the male.
The female looked familiar somehow. Perhaps Naero had seen her in a dream in the past. Naero did not know her name, but the tall, slender young woman pulsed with bright blue energy, not unlike Shalaen. Everything about the prime adept seemed to be a shade of blue, so it was difficult to determine skin, hair, or eye color.
High Master Tree stepped back slightly, and Naero was stunned to see–in place of the Prime Male adept on the left–Admirals Klyne and Sleak, her aunt, who was very pregnant by now, and due within the next few weeks.
It bothered Naero that even
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