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man team of techs and a couple of commandos. They could
have babysat the other dropships but right now the Archon didn’t want to let
anyone out of his sight until he got a feel for the planet. Primitive
civilizations weren’t the same as being safe, and he didn’t want to risk harm
to any of his team from unknown factors just yet. Once they got a feel for what
the planet had in store for them they’d split up, but right now they needed
eyes on the locals and at least one tissue grab.
    To that end he had the dropships skim the surface
behind a ridgeline all the way up to a nearby village where they were going to
land out of sight and head in on foot.
    “Wait,” he said before they’d gotten to their landing
zone, a couple of kilometers out. “Full stop,” he ordered the pilots. “There’s
someone below us. Hover here until I say otherwise and open the rear hatch,” he
said, leaving the cockpit in a rush. Trey pushed by the others in the ship’s
corridors then ran out the hatch before it was even fully open, dropping a
dozen meters down into the treetops and letting the supple branches slow his
fall. He hit one not so supple one and tipped head over heels as he was
crashing through the leaves, but he managed to create a telekinetic ‘crash bag’
beneath him that cushioned his landing and let him twist over to land a knee on
the moist ground, sinking in a couple of inches before he was gone in a flash,
running through the forest in pursuit of the mental signature he’d detected.
    It was also running, probably scared out of its mind,
but Trey figured the first meet and greet would go better with a single
individual than with a crowd whose paranoia could feed off of each other’s.
Running in the high gravity slowed Trey a bit, but he was surprised at how fast
this individual was moving. Terror-inspired adrenaline aside, they weren’t
letting the Archon catch up as rapidly as he hoped, with him having to
eventually use his Ikrid to get the person to slow down before they made it all
the way back to the village.
    He’d hoped to just cause a sense of fatigue, but given
the distance and his own physical effort apparently he doped the person up too
much, for they fell down and didn’t get back up. That allowed him to catch up
quickly, but it wasn’t what he intended.
    When he did finally get to their position the person
still wasn’t moving, and he began to sense pain before he got within Pefbar
range and could see through the brush. The person was on the ground with their
ankle wedged between two roots. Rather than burst through the leaves and freak
them out even more, he put the person to sleep then walked up into view,
pushing a branch aside and seeing a glowing orange/green Protovic female
dressed in a short skirt and bandoleer top…with her ankle bent in an unnatural
angle.
    “Ah crap,” Trey said, walking over to her in his
golden armor and using a combination of fingers and telekinesis to pull the
roots apart and release her foot that was wrapped up in a sandal that was more
straps than anything. Definitely not a running shoe, which made her speed even
more impressive.
    Trey disconnected his left glove, taking it off and
making skin to skin contact with her ankle. Hacking into her nervous system he
got a better feel for the injury and was able to confirm a broken bone. More of
a crack than a clean break, but not good regardless. Feeling like a moron, he
checked the perimeter and ensured that they were alone, then focused on a
seldom used psionic that had been a pain in the butt to acquire called Haemra.
    Kip had been the first one to achieve it, and it
hadn’t been training related. The ascension prompt only triggered when one was
trying to heal an injury, so whenever someone wanted to share the ability with
another they had to give themselves at least a long, nasty knife blade cut on
their arm or plasma burn. Then while healing it they had to get to the proper
ascension prompt that would trigger the