Free Star Force: Penance (SF49) by Aer-ki Jyr

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enough that he simply watched her tracking icon while keeping his focus on the
surrounding cityscape.
    “Sneaky little second gen, isn’t she?”
    “No need for insults,” Paul countered dryly as he saw
Kara starting to come back towards them. “She knows what she’s doing enough
that I occasionally take notes.”
    “High praise.”
    “You’re just jealous she’s not part of your Clan,”
Paul teased.
    “About that. If you really
want to make her a full trailblazer you need to give her her own Clan.”
    Paul half choked. “Like hell I am. She’s a Saber and
staying a Saber.”
    Morgan smiled. “Like I said…second
gen.”
    “Alright, shut up. Don’t give her any ideas.”
    Morgan laughed. “Has this come up before?”
    “Not from her, no . But she’s
too valuable to lose and you’ve got a perfectly legitimate point. So zip it.”
    “We’re giving her one eventually then?”
    “Honorary status has its limitations.”
    “You’re so screwing her…or, are you screwing her?”
Morgan asked curiously.
    “Nah…I’m just interested in her jewelry,” he mocked a few
seconds before Kara landed next to them.
    “All set,” she reported. “You riding
single or buddy?”
    “You can handle both of us?” Morgan asked.
    “I can carry a skeet if I
have to. You guys weigh far less than that.”
    “Let’s not waste time then,” Morgan said as Kara
turned around and spread her arms out into a ‘T’ with each trailblazer grabbing
hold of one of them at her elbow and reaching around with their other arm to
get a double wrist lock that they held at a 30ish degree angle down, giving
Kara two passengers, one on either side of her that kept her balanced.
    “Ready?”
    “Good.”
    “Good,” Paul echoed, with Kara connecting to both them
via battlemeld to enhance their balance and grip as she lifted up into the air
a meter or so feeling their weight drag her arms down slightly, but her own
strength was supplemented by the powered nature of the Vorch’nas armor,
allowing her to remain in the ‘T’ as she started to fly them across with both
trailblazers holding on with her elbows buried in their chests and their legs
dangling freely.
    Kara couldn’t fly nearly as fast, but the trip across
the sky wasn’t painfully long. They got across without drawing any alarm and
came up on the window that Kara had previously cut open with delicate ease,
leaving it in place but still severed. When she got within a dozen meters of it
she reeled back her right arm and threw Morgan towards it, pulling the pane out
telekinetically a moment prior to the striker ducking through it and landing
inside, falling into a somersault and coming up in sentry position, heading for
the nearest door in the empty and unlit room.
    Kara got a bit closer then tossed Paul through, coming
in last herself while hovering the two meter wide circle of clear polymer back
into position, with the seam nearly disappearing given how fine of a cut Kara
had made. She walked up to it and welded it back in place at a couple of spots
to make sure it wouldn’t fall out, leaving their entry point nearly
undetectable…at least until someone came around to wash the windows and saw the
small crack.
    “Where to?” Morgan asked when
no new waypoint popped up in her HUD from Paul.
    “Kara, find somewhere to hack in. I need you to get a
building layout and search for a few names.”
    The red scale-clad Archon looked around, seeing
through the walls with her Pefbar and sighting a fiber bundle. She walked over
to that portion of the wall and punched inside it, grabbing the comm/computer
fiber in her armored hand and linking into it with the tiny hacking tendrils.
    “I’m in.”
    Paul responded by rattling off a list of names from
his HUD, with Kara throwing up waypoints for each one as she found them, giving
the trio potential locations for them to be found, some being personal dens and
others work areas.
    “Hold on,” Kara said a moment later.