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then he started grabbing them in
the air and holding them up in a halo around him to use as a shield as he ran
down the long hallway.
Jason couldn’t see most of him for the rain was too
heavy, but some 18 seconds later he emerged past the line that deactivated the
launchers and walked up next to the starting platform as he dropped the 200+
thuds he had suspended around his body at once, with them bouncing and rolling
off as he casually reached out and pressed the finish button.
Some of the thuds rolled over to Jason and hit him in
the feet, with the trailblazer just looking at his peer and shaking his head.
“I want one,” he said pithily, drawing a smirk from
Bo.
“How’s Paul been doing?” he said, looking back.
Jason had forgotten to look when Bo was going through
the final gauntlet, and as he scanned the course for Paul he couldn’t find him.
He reached out with is Ikrid and found his mind’s location…in the bottom of a
disqualification pit.
“Not good,” Jason summed up. “You were ahead of him
right from the start.”
“I’d hope so. I want to go again. Now that I’ve got a
handle on what I can do I think I can manage more speed and I know I can rack
up more bonus points.”
Jason looked at the score floating in the air nearby,
seeing a mark of 132 bonus points that added to his time score for a total of
1032. “Somehow I think that basic mark is going to be virtually unobtainable
for the rest of us.”
“How about you two tandem it this
time?”
Jason smiled as Paul finally got back up to the start
area, having walked through the corridors of shame below that linked the pits
to the start area. “You’re on.”
Bo walked back over to the start pedestal as the other
two had a brief telepathic conversation, then they lined up beside him and Paul
tagged the button, sending all three off…with Bo coming out the easy winner
once again, but at least Jason and Paul did manage to get to the finish with
the help of a battlemeld link and staying close enough together to help block
for one another, coming up with a finish score of 208.
They tried once again while Bo made half a dozen more
runs, bumping his score up to 1321 and demonstrating several weaknesses in the
challenge. They’d keep it as is, but if they were going to push his new ability
they were going to have to design something…harder, which Jason and Paul got to
work on later that day, turning in the schematics to the techs before evening
so they could get it built as quickly as possible.
Two weeks later a whole new wing of Atlantis had been
retrofitted into a Sav-specific training area. Paul and Jason couldn’t use it,
though they’d tried and failed miserably. They’d had to really jack up the
difficulty level in order to find Bo’s current limits, which they knew would
only grow with time and training. He could have designed them himself, but
given that he was the first to attain this ability they didn’t want him to have
to do that, instead they wanted him to focus on beating challenges rather than
creating them.
So they did it for him and got to analyze from afar
what he could and couldn’t do, making tweaks here and there and adding new
challenges as they thought them up…but there was one application they didn’t
understand the full implications of until Bo happened into a sparring match with
Vermaire one day…and beat him.
Fortunately they’d been recording that match in order
to study Bo, and he’d been wearing a monitoring headband at the time, as they
all did now. Between the two there was a lot of analysis going on, both from
the medtechs and the Archons, but it was Wilson who finally got the prize for
making the connection. He reviewed the records, along with those that Paul had
been feeding him of Bo’s other training activities, and sent a message to both
of them to stop by his ‘lair’ when they had a chance.
Both of them knew not to keep him waiting, for when he
had something he wanted to talk
the air and holding them up in a halo around him to use as a shield as he ran
down the long hallway.
Jason couldn’t see most of him for the rain was too
heavy, but some 18 seconds later he emerged past the line that deactivated the
launchers and walked up next to the starting platform as he dropped the 200+
thuds he had suspended around his body at once, with them bouncing and rolling
off as he casually reached out and pressed the finish button.
Some of the thuds rolled over to Jason and hit him in
the feet, with the trailblazer just looking at his peer and shaking his head.
“I want one,” he said pithily, drawing a smirk from
Bo.
“How’s Paul been doing?” he said, looking back.
Jason had forgotten to look when Bo was going through
the final gauntlet, and as he scanned the course for Paul he couldn’t find him.
He reached out with is Ikrid and found his mind’s location…in the bottom of a
disqualification pit.
“Not good,” Jason summed up. “You were ahead of him
right from the start.”
“I’d hope so. I want to go again. Now that I’ve got a
handle on what I can do I think I can manage more speed and I know I can rack
up more bonus points.”
Jason looked at the score floating in the air nearby,
seeing a mark of 132 bonus points that added to his time score for a total of
1032. “Somehow I think that basic mark is going to be virtually unobtainable
for the rest of us.”
“How about you two tandem it this
time?”
Jason smiled as Paul finally got back up to the start
area, having walked through the corridors of shame below that linked the pits
to the start area. “You’re on.”
Bo walked back over to the start pedestal as the other
two had a brief telepathic conversation, then they lined up beside him and Paul
tagged the button, sending all three off…with Bo coming out the easy winner
once again, but at least Jason and Paul did manage to get to the finish with
the help of a battlemeld link and staying close enough together to help block
for one another, coming up with a finish score of 208.
They tried once again while Bo made half a dozen more
runs, bumping his score up to 1321 and demonstrating several weaknesses in the
challenge. They’d keep it as is, but if they were going to push his new ability
they were going to have to design something…harder, which Jason and Paul got to
work on later that day, turning in the schematics to the techs before evening
so they could get it built as quickly as possible.
Two weeks later a whole new wing of Atlantis had been
retrofitted into a Sav-specific training area. Paul and Jason couldn’t use it,
though they’d tried and failed miserably. They’d had to really jack up the
difficulty level in order to find Bo’s current limits, which they knew would
only grow with time and training. He could have designed them himself, but
given that he was the first to attain this ability they didn’t want him to have
to do that, instead they wanted him to focus on beating challenges rather than
creating them.
So they did it for him and got to analyze from afar
what he could and couldn’t do, making tweaks here and there and adding new
challenges as they thought them up…but there was one application they didn’t
understand the full implications of until Bo happened into a sparring match with
Vermaire one day…and beat him.
Fortunately they’d been recording that match in order
to study Bo, and he’d been wearing a monitoring headband at the time, as they
all did now. Between the two there was a lot of analysis going on, both from
the medtechs and the Archons, but it was Wilson who finally got the prize for
making the connection. He reviewed the records, along with those that Paul had
been feeding him of Bo’s other training activities, and sent a message to both
of them to stop by his ‘lair’ when they had a chance.
Both of them knew not to keep him waiting, for when he
had something he wanted to talk
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