personal agendas,
but there was only one Administrator, and even when he slept he kept his
communicator on just in case something went wrong. From the day he stepped on
this station to the day he left it he considered himself never to be off duty,
for he knew that trouble could come at any time and any place, and it didn’t
have off hours.
9
May 9, 2894
Solar System
Earth
Paul stood in the center of a small circle, arm raised
and redirecting towards various thuds as they were thrown at him from a narrow
arc. As each one came he summoned up a small burst of concussive energy in his
bare arm and threw it forward from his palm, intercepting and knocking down the
little balls before they could hit him. His aim was improving, but it was still
difficult to emit a precise blast, for the Jumat was more like a tsunami than a
rifle shot. Still, he could throw enough over a certain vector to block a
single thud coming at him, with this drill focusing on his aim and repetition.
He no longer had trouble summoning up the goosebumps
that the energy manifested from. That was now a skill that he could trigger at
will, with many other aspects of the psionic being added in these first few
years thanks mainly to Morgan’s notes, for she had meticulously kept them and
formed a training database on the ability from her first year to the present.
In it she listed mental tricks that had helped Paul learn the summoning skill
faster than she had, as well as numerous training simulations that she’d
developed over the years and that now Paul had the benefit of using straight off.
His progress with the Jumat was far faster than hers
had been, and now he felt that he truly understood why Ginsi was climbing the
ranks as fast as she was. He’d always been the trailblazer figuring things out
or with his peers, but now he got the opportunity to see what it looked like to
be following someone else through and gaining from their experience.
It was literally night and day, for he didn’t have to
figure out ways to train…Morgan had already done that for him. All he had to do
was throw himself into the drills and challenges and work on improving. He was
literally a kid in a candy store, and that combined with the fact that he’d
started out with more raw power than Morgan had put him way ahead of her
progression rate and he intended to keep it that way, for he was so far behind
her that he doubted he’d ever catch up. She had centuries of working to develop
her Jumat as an advantage over him, and though they hadn’t met up to spar yet,
for she was busy waging her private war against the lizards in Ninja Monkey
territory, Paul knew it would be a laughably one-sided affair.
Hitting and pushing back the thuds took a decent
amount of his energy, but if he’d wanted to he could knock a person off their
feet with ease…he just couldn’t do it with repetition. His tissues were so new
that they didn’t hold charge well, though with his ambrosia levels being so
high he had yet another advantage over the Morgan of the past, for the Jumat
consumed ambrosia as a quick resupply fuel source. Problem was Paul’s tissue
wasn’t good at absorbing it, at least not as good as Morgan, so whenever he
tried something big he usually got one or two shots at it before he had to take
a sip from his ambrosia bottle and wait for it to process.
He literally had enough ambrosia in that one bottle to
service 1000 adepts for months. Paul didn’t want to have to constantly run off
for supplies, so he’d had a concentrated liter of it made up for him so he
could ingest it at will without having to fill himself up on foodstuffs or
water. Overdosing was a big danger, for he couldn’t measure accurately sipping
through a straw, but he was managing it well enough. Plus all he had to do to
overcome a mistake was fire off some more Jumat blasts as soon as his tissues
soaked up the abundant fuel source.
Per Morgan’s notes he knew the best way to
but there was only one Administrator, and even when he slept he kept his
communicator on just in case something went wrong. From the day he stepped on
this station to the day he left it he considered himself never to be off duty,
for he knew that trouble could come at any time and any place, and it didn’t
have off hours.
9
May 9, 2894
Solar System
Earth
Paul stood in the center of a small circle, arm raised
and redirecting towards various thuds as they were thrown at him from a narrow
arc. As each one came he summoned up a small burst of concussive energy in his
bare arm and threw it forward from his palm, intercepting and knocking down the
little balls before they could hit him. His aim was improving, but it was still
difficult to emit a precise blast, for the Jumat was more like a tsunami than a
rifle shot. Still, he could throw enough over a certain vector to block a
single thud coming at him, with this drill focusing on his aim and repetition.
He no longer had trouble summoning up the goosebumps
that the energy manifested from. That was now a skill that he could trigger at
will, with many other aspects of the psionic being added in these first few
years thanks mainly to Morgan’s notes, for she had meticulously kept them and
formed a training database on the ability from her first year to the present.
In it she listed mental tricks that had helped Paul learn the summoning skill
faster than she had, as well as numerous training simulations that she’d
developed over the years and that now Paul had the benefit of using straight off.
His progress with the Jumat was far faster than hers
had been, and now he felt that he truly understood why Ginsi was climbing the
ranks as fast as she was. He’d always been the trailblazer figuring things out
or with his peers, but now he got the opportunity to see what it looked like to
be following someone else through and gaining from their experience.
It was literally night and day, for he didn’t have to
figure out ways to train…Morgan had already done that for him. All he had to do
was throw himself into the drills and challenges and work on improving. He was
literally a kid in a candy store, and that combined with the fact that he’d
started out with more raw power than Morgan had put him way ahead of her
progression rate and he intended to keep it that way, for he was so far behind
her that he doubted he’d ever catch up. She had centuries of working to develop
her Jumat as an advantage over him, and though they hadn’t met up to spar yet,
for she was busy waging her private war against the lizards in Ninja Monkey
territory, Paul knew it would be a laughably one-sided affair.
Hitting and pushing back the thuds took a decent
amount of his energy, but if he’d wanted to he could knock a person off their
feet with ease…he just couldn’t do it with repetition. His tissues were so new
that they didn’t hold charge well, though with his ambrosia levels being so
high he had yet another advantage over the Morgan of the past, for the Jumat
consumed ambrosia as a quick resupply fuel source. Problem was Paul’s tissue
wasn’t good at absorbing it, at least not as good as Morgan, so whenever he
tried something big he usually got one or two shots at it before he had to take
a sip from his ambrosia bottle and wait for it to process.
He literally had enough ambrosia in that one bottle to
service 1000 adepts for months. Paul didn’t want to have to constantly run off
for supplies, so he’d had a concentrated liter of it made up for him so he
could ingest it at will without having to fill himself up on foodstuffs or
water. Overdosing was a big danger, for he couldn’t measure accurately sipping
through a straw, but he was managing it well enough. Plus all he had to do to
overcome a mistake was fire off some more Jumat blasts as soon as his tissues
soaked up the abundant fuel source.
Per Morgan’s notes he knew the best way to
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