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about with them, which was rare, it was usually
significant. His office complex within Atlantis, from where he ran the entire
Archon trainee program, wasn’t a typical office. Over the centuries he’d
reworked it into part combat operations center, part training facility of its
own, and when the two trailblazers got there he had a very young trainee going
through some null gravity training inside a containment cylinder…drawing
skeptical looks from both trailblazers.
“A bit of disorientation syndrome,” Wilson said as he
came out to meet them, holding up four fingers at the trainee inside, who
nodded…throwing off her balance and causing her to start twisting about until
her hand hit the sidewall of the shield that was keeping her inside. As she
continued to bounce around trying and failing to steady herself Wilson looked
on, knowing well that she had to learn to do things on her own without him
jumping in to help whenever one of them got into trouble. If they wanted to
become Archons they had to learn to improvise.
“Bad?” Paul asked.
“Very. Which is why I have her here every third day
for special sessions. Her mind doesn’t want to calibrate to the zero g. I’ve
seen this before and what is required is a lot of metaphorical face punching
before the subconscious finally catches on and makes the adjustment,” he said,
turning away from the trainee and pointing a finger at Bo. “You, on the other
hand, are something new. And I always like new challenges. Come with me.”
Wilson led the two trailblazers out of the main area
and into a side chamber, with Paul immediately recognizing V’kit’no’sat script
floating in holo above three different workstations in the moderately small room.
Wilson telekinetically shut the door behind them and the room’s lights dimmed
with him bringing up a central hologram depicting Bo’s fight with Vermaire.
“Nice piece of work, and far better than I could do,
but still very sloppy.”
Bo raised an eyebrow. “How so?”
“I’ve been studying the V’kit’no’sat records in
detail, as I’m sure you have, but there are a lot more entries than those just
listed under psionics…which you know are not, given the lack of an organization
system to the database. I’ve come across numerous seemingly random entries with
training components, and the techs send any new ones they’ve translated my way,
but I make a habit to peruse the untranslated files and I’ve found bits and
pieces of information over the years that suggest a duality in the physiology
of combat…as far as the psionics engineers were concerned.”
“Go on,” Bo said, not insulted but rather intrigued by
whatever Wilson was getting at.
“The mind upgrades similar to the way the body does,
but a person can only fight as fast as the slowest portion. Your slowest
portion is now your body. Your processing power has risen beyond it, allowing
you to make more of your senses and leaving your muscle response speed lagging,
which is why you were fighting sloppy…though it was enough to outmatch
Vermaire. His strength is still beyond you, but he couldn’t handle your speed.
But then you already knew that or you wouldn’t have tackled him the way you
did.”
“Um, well…actually I was just trying to avoid getting
my ass kicked. I didn’t spot a weakness, I was just
staying ahead of his movements for the first time in my life.”
“Then you were even sloppier than I realized,” Wilson
continued, again without negativity and just coming with a fresh, honest, and
useful analysis. “Up until now your physical speed has been held back by your
mind’s ability to process, but freed of that you were still making
choppy/floppy attacks. I thought there had been some strategy in them.”
“Afraid not. I was just
poking him where I could. He almost had me several times.”
“I noticed. What you need to do is retrain your body
to make use of your faster mind. I’m fairly sure you’ve got greater speed
significant. His office complex within Atlantis, from where he ran the entire
Archon trainee program, wasn’t a typical office. Over the centuries he’d
reworked it into part combat operations center, part training facility of its
own, and when the two trailblazers got there he had a very young trainee going
through some null gravity training inside a containment cylinder…drawing
skeptical looks from both trailblazers.
“A bit of disorientation syndrome,” Wilson said as he
came out to meet them, holding up four fingers at the trainee inside, who
nodded…throwing off her balance and causing her to start twisting about until
her hand hit the sidewall of the shield that was keeping her inside. As she
continued to bounce around trying and failing to steady herself Wilson looked
on, knowing well that she had to learn to do things on her own without him
jumping in to help whenever one of them got into trouble. If they wanted to
become Archons they had to learn to improvise.
“Bad?” Paul asked.
“Very. Which is why I have her here every third day
for special sessions. Her mind doesn’t want to calibrate to the zero g. I’ve
seen this before and what is required is a lot of metaphorical face punching
before the subconscious finally catches on and makes the adjustment,” he said,
turning away from the trainee and pointing a finger at Bo. “You, on the other
hand, are something new. And I always like new challenges. Come with me.”
Wilson led the two trailblazers out of the main area
and into a side chamber, with Paul immediately recognizing V’kit’no’sat script
floating in holo above three different workstations in the moderately small room.
Wilson telekinetically shut the door behind them and the room’s lights dimmed
with him bringing up a central hologram depicting Bo’s fight with Vermaire.
“Nice piece of work, and far better than I could do,
but still very sloppy.”
Bo raised an eyebrow. “How so?”
“I’ve been studying the V’kit’no’sat records in
detail, as I’m sure you have, but there are a lot more entries than those just
listed under psionics…which you know are not, given the lack of an organization
system to the database. I’ve come across numerous seemingly random entries with
training components, and the techs send any new ones they’ve translated my way,
but I make a habit to peruse the untranslated files and I’ve found bits and
pieces of information over the years that suggest a duality in the physiology
of combat…as far as the psionics engineers were concerned.”
“Go on,” Bo said, not insulted but rather intrigued by
whatever Wilson was getting at.
“The mind upgrades similar to the way the body does,
but a person can only fight as fast as the slowest portion. Your slowest
portion is now your body. Your processing power has risen beyond it, allowing
you to make more of your senses and leaving your muscle response speed lagging,
which is why you were fighting sloppy…though it was enough to outmatch
Vermaire. His strength is still beyond you, but he couldn’t handle your speed.
But then you already knew that or you wouldn’t have tackled him the way you
did.”
“Um, well…actually I was just trying to avoid getting
my ass kicked. I didn’t spot a weakness, I was just
staying ahead of his movements for the first time in my life.”
“Then you were even sloppier than I realized,” Wilson
continued, again without negativity and just coming with a fresh, honest, and
useful analysis. “Up until now your physical speed has been held back by your
mind’s ability to process, but freed of that you were still making
choppy/floppy attacks. I thought there had been some strategy in them.”
“Afraid not. I was just
poking him where I could. He almost had me several times.”
“I noticed. What you need to do is retrain your body
to make use of your faster mind. I’m fairly sure you’ve got greater speed
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