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19 June 2017 @ 04:21 pm
_The New Warriors_ part 1  

The New Warriors

Chapter One

22 Yusef 1404

Paris, One World

Rael bounced through the door and threw herself into her office chair. Three spins . . . then she forced herself to get serious and . . . figure out what she'd stolen before she put any serious power into it.

She pulled out the spell and spread it wide. Glowing symbols and arrows and flowing transitions of colors hanging in the air, invisible to anyone without magic.

"Now what have I got?"

A snort from the door. "If it's drinkable I think I want some."

Urfa Withione was Head of the Presidential Directorate, and a damn good man to work for.

"Ha!" Fool was right behind him. Not quite her boss anymore, head of the highly trained and very dangerous women, "princesses," that comprised a quarter of the President's personal security. "Am I to believe that make-up sex—even with Xen Wolfson—is that intoxicating?"

Her voice trailed off a bit and she eyed the spell.

Urfa poked at it. "What is that? That bit's momentum changes, right? Speed?"

"Orientation." Fool looked from the spell to Rael.

Who looked down at her fingernails, trying to look modest. "It is sometimes possible, in moments of great distraction, to get into that man's spell storage system. And take a few peeks. I didn't recognize this one, so I copied it."

Urfa was still looking at the spell, complex and beautiful.

She giggled and sat back to watch their expressions. "From what I've identified so far . . . I think it's the teleportation spell."

They both stared at her.

Rael spun her chair. "And I'm in a good mood because . . . well, I may be the Multiverse's most incompetent assassin, but when it comes to mental espionage? I. Am. Awesome!" She cleared her throat. "If I can just figure out how it works, that is."

Urfa grinned. "It's beautiful . . . but it may require some of those different genes the Fallen have. Xen's kids are almost seven . . . well, give them another decade and things could get interesting . . . " He paused, eyeing her thoughtfully.

"What?" Does he know about my niece and nephew?

Instead of answering, he looked at Fool. "Could you step out for a moment? I need to ask Rael something personal."

Fool raised her eyebrows and stepped out, closing the door behind her.

Rael swallowed. "What, umm . . . "

"Do you know who your father is?"

"Oh. Well, according to my birth certificate . . . But my mother's been to Comet Fall. Do I need to get my genetics tested?"

"Oh, already done. Let me send you a few things. Then I swear I'm going to collect everyone who might possibly be part Fallen, and get them tested genetically, and trained and tested magically."

"How many . . . ?"

"Other than Endi . . . Xen's twenty-five children? Only two others, that I know of. "

Rael nodded. "Imde and Deim?"

"Yes." He eyed her, clearly trying to decide what, if anything, to say to her.

"My biomother's girlfriend's twins. Just please tell me I'm not Xen's sister."

That made him laugh. "No, no. I was a bit worried that you might not realize . . . well . . . "

"I never really wondered who my father was. I mean, I knew it was unlikely my rather intimidating 216 biomom could have had a child with this Egto Neartuone who's name is on my birthrecords. I . . . had a bad moment a couple of years ago when she glared at me and said she'd always rather admired Agni."

Another laugh.

"Learning she'd been to Comet Fall was actually a relief. I figured maybe this Egto really was my biofather . . . except, well, he's got brown hair and brown eyes. I was expecting a redhead."

Snort. "Between Kael's report on a rather nasty mission there and Ambassador Never giving us a copy of the Fallen's report on the same incident . . . I asked Xen if the agents were anyone we knew, and he said no . . . then he said they'd gone missing in that mess when we'd hijacked the Earther's gate anchor. He sent me a picture and asked if we ever spotted them anywhere to send them home please."

He tapped at his comp then turned it to show a picture. Two men in uniform, blue and gold, grinning out of the screen. A sharp-faced man with very red hair and a handsome fellow with thick golden blond hair.

Rael put a hand to her spiked red hair. "Imde and Deim have this gorgeous, thick, golden blonde, wavy hair."

"The redhead's Bran Butcher, the blond is Oscar Harryson."

"Bran. Butcher."

"A very strong Mage, from a family of strong mages. Born, raised, and trained in Ash. The other one we know less about. 'Harryson' apparently denotes an orphan adopted by the God of Travelers, one of the original thirteen Old Gods."

"Bran. Sounds like something I'd name a dog."

"It's not actually so simple. As we've learned from Xen's children, that Wine of the Gods of his does some switching around of chromosomes to get the most powerful child possible. Your two X chromosomes are one from Kael and one from Egto. Apparently Bran has an ordinary X, so it got swapped out. Your twin friends, because their mother is just a servaone, got major three way mixes. Deim got almost half from Oscar Harryson, just Idre Withione's X substituted for his ordinary one, plus four of Idre's insertion bearing chromosomes, where Mead had no insertions. The brother's count is half Harryson's including the Y with the Comet Fall mage gene in the same place as our Priest gene. The other half is a mix of Mead's and Idro's chromosomes."


"Indeed. So think about how to inveigle Xen into talking about their training methods, and how do they recognize and train the dimensional talent anyway?" Urfa grinned. "Then come home and we'll see if any of you three have any dimensional talent."


"And we really ought to test your magical limits. What you managed down in Montevideo was extraordinary."

She swallowed. "I thought it was the Dream OD."

"Only one way to find out. Let's go out to the junkyard."

Which wasn't really a junkyard. But they did keep a lot of big solid items around to practice on. One of which was an engine block. It had a few surface scratches on it.

Fool eyed it, then her. "Several of us tried to duplicate your . . . slice." She touched a shiny triangle where a corner had been lopped off. "Qayg did this from a few centimeters away."

Urfa grinned. "And you sliced one up from about three meters. So let's just see what you can do, stone cold sober." He paced off the distance. "Twenty meters."

A low whistle from the people who'd followed them. Curious, or have they started betting already?

"Urfa . . . that's impossible." Rael swallowed. Slice. Just an ultra thin physical shield that extends out from your body . . . She raised her left hand and pointed, pushed her shield out as hard as she could and swung it back and forth.

The engine block sat there. She waved her hand around. Nothing.

"Well." She shrugged and walked back to it. "Did I at least mark it?"

She gave it a kick. It fell apart in chunks in a metallic crash.

"Oh. My."

Urfa grinned and walked around behind the heap of former engine.

The neat stack of logs looked solid, but when he shoved, it gave slightly . . . enough to show new cuts.

They were collecting a crowd, and Fool led the way around to look at the far side of the stack.

Except Isakson, who stalked further, to the low hill behind the junkyard.

"Look at the cuts in the grass. The two side cuts, the swoops as you let your disbelief loose and just swung your hand around." He frowned down on her. "You will have to be very careful of who and what is in the background until you learn how to gauge your range."

He looked around. "Have you trained to use push in a small diameter?"

Rael nodded. Oh One! "I can do ten meters."

"The dead tree across the fence. Hit it."

That's . . . She shut down her calculation of distance, and called up the spell, narrowed it down. Focused on the tree and poured power into the spell. The tree swayed . . . the top ten feet leaned, snapped off and fell.

Wsca lowered the rifle in his hands. "Range finder says ninety-two meters."

Isakson grunted. "I will start testing people and develop a training program. I had thought the power of the Warriors diluted and lost. Obviously I was wrong."

Rael put her fingers to her throbbing temples. "Can I faint now?"

A snort from Isakson. "Warriors do not faint. You will run back to the barracks."

She turned and started running. He did not say that! It didn't mean that! And I don't think there were any female Warriors, anyway.

matapampamuphoff on June 19th, 2017 09:25 pm (UTC)
You guys have seen a fair amount of this, demonstrating why a writer should never delete anything. You never know when you can stitch it all together in a new pattern.

Edited at 2017-06-19 09:26 pm (UTC)
(Anonymous) on June 20th, 2017 12:18 am (UTC)
I'm liking it.
mbarkermbarker on June 20th, 2017 02:45 am (UTC)
Nice! Isakson teaching Rael... Xen may get some surprises!
matapampamuphoff on June 20th, 2017 02:59 am (UTC)
Well, he's been teaching her (and all the guards) martial arts. Now she's going to get some battle magic that was designed from the first to coordinate with modern weaponry. Warriors methods of invisibility and . . . what other myths have I mentioned? Flying? Oh yes. Xen won't expect that!
muirecan: Withersmuirecan on June 20th, 2017 07:13 am (UTC)
Ah, nice. This is the start of isakson training the new warriors.
(Anonymous) on June 21st, 2017 02:59 pm (UTC)
Potential continuity problem: Ra'd was specifically tasked to get the teleportation spell later, which that he got it by watching Nighthawk practice and could use it, thereby saving someone important's life, was the climax of whichever story it was that was set on Embassy wherein Fox was born. (Name? No idea. Involved Jeff's Purple hairdresser kids spying for Earth, Ra'd running a bunch of bored Oner guards as an anti-espionage investigative team, early morning father-in-law/son-in/law bonding jogs with Xen and Ra'd, and an obnoxious twit trying and failing to tail Ra'd because he/his bosses thought Ra'd was the spy.)

If this is not in fact the teleportation spell, no problem. Maybe it's the comet deflection spell, or a wind in your sails spell, or . . .

(Anonymous) on June 21st, 2017 08:40 pm (UTC)
I think the story in question was "Fractured Loyalties," and I believe Pam has zapped it from this site.
matapampamuphoff on June 21st, 2017 09:08 pm (UTC)
Yes. But if it's not in print, I can change it at will. I've already considered a way around it.

I think what I will do is have Rael never figure out the missing part. Then in _Fractured Loyalties_, talking with Ra'd on her way through, he mentions trying to steal the spell.

"Hmm, I've got this but it doesn't do anything."

Ra'd eyed it. "I've been copying Nighthawk, who is learning recognition points prior to learning how to teleport . . . "

I like that better than Ra'd stealing the spell from Nighthawk.
matapampamuphoff on June 21st, 2017 09:11 pm (UTC)
And sorry to be so slow. Even though Cindy is just a weak tropical storm, I'm doing the basic hurricane preps and just haven't sat down to write. I have it in my head though and I'll hopefully get to it this evening.
James ResoldierJames Resoldier on June 22nd, 2017 02:46 am (UTC)
We will be waiting patiently... (--twitch--)

Nothing like anticipation to whet the appetite. (--twitch--)

Edited at 2017-06-22 02:47 am (UTC)
mbarkermbarker on June 22nd, 2017 02:57 am (UTC)
Should I mention that Sharon Lee loves to slip us a line of dialogue, a hint of action, just tiny glimpses of what's coming... just enough to make us wonder just what the heck is going on?
(Anonymous) on June 22nd, 2017 09:01 pm (UTC)
Shush you! mbarker, don't give her bad ideas!

matapampamuphoff on June 22nd, 2017 09:23 pm (UTC)
Anything less than 300 words doesn't count as a daily post . . . You guys do realize I use this as a goad to write more, right?
Dean AgnewDean Agnew on September 1st, 2017 01:11 am (UTC)
In describing the mixed genetics from the wine you have Rael getting some dna from Idre not Egto (although that can be from Kael guessing. But Idro is listed for the twins, who wasn't there. Unless he was an action team, but I thought things were kept between just the 2 info teamers (in real and illusion forms)
matapampamuphoff on September 1st, 2017 01:49 am (UTC)
I think I've got it right, but a few extra paragraph breaks to separate which of the three of them I'm talking about would be useful.