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Quin
Caylon sent mindspeech—I watched his eyes lose their focus for several seconds. When he blinked he turned back to Zaria. "It will be done," he said. "They'll run a sampling. Kooper will keep us informed."
"You may want to issue a recall for all food packs distributed or sold to anyone else," I said. Zaria nodded at my request.
"How," Caylon began before shaking his head. "Never mind," he held up a hand.
"I worry that somebody won't get the message, or will disregard it," I said. Zaria nodded again.
Are you two thinking with the same brain? Bel Erland sent to Zaria and me. I could tell there was a smile in his mental sending.
You think we'd tell you that? Zaria snipped. I stifled a snicker.
Reading is a gift to yourself that you can share with everyone.
Bel Erland
I stood beside Lafe as we watched the ASD remove bodies from the freighter. Some—only minutia remained. They'd been nearest the door, and were blown apart by the raiding party.
I imagined shipping prices going up across the universe, because shipments weren't arriving as scheduled, creating shortages. Freight companies would be forced to hire additional security, feed and house them aboard ship and displace cargo to do it, which would either cut into profits or raise prices on the cargo in question.
"We've had word," Caylon appeared beside me. "An entire ASD training unit is dead on one of Gribak's moons. They consumed food packs containing drakus seed."
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Lissa
"It's not difficult—the original machines could do it," Rigo sat next to me with a sigh. "All of them capable of hitting a target from seemingly any direction, while they remain stationary and hidden."
"How do you know this?" I turned to my Hraedan mate.
"In Hraede's royal archives, once, we held information on these machines," he said. "The N'il Mo'erti—engines of death. Those books were removed from the archives and are carefully stored and protected by the Rith Naeri. I have already checked; those records are untouched. These plans came from elsewhere. I've studied them, and they were most certainly drawn by a different hand."
"I don't understand this," I rubbed my forehead.
"Tiessa, these were the machines that eventually destroyed Tiralia. Not only were they capable of terrible destruction at the command of a few, but were also capable of manufacturing poisonous gases."
"You make them sound as if they were almost sentient." I lifted my eyes and stared at Rigo.
"I believe that is how they were designed," he agreed. "It is perhaps fortunate that Tiralia went to war against itself, rather than turning these terrible machines loose against the Alliance. Unless I err, Ildevar Wyyld likely knows something of them as well."
Reading is a gift to yourself that you can share with everyone.
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