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few years except to hear he had almost
finished his training. For eighty years, he worked for specific
warlords, Aryan Military Specialists, government, various
privateers, and special services on several planets around the
Horizon. He felt as though he’d had missions on every planet in the
Horizon; if not every planet, he had at least been to every single
station, of which there were thirty-six universes. He had been to
most galactic systems.
    Mostly he travelled, planned missions,
recruited, and modified, while the actual mission took little time.
His handler often asked what he’d heard, smelled, seen, felt, and
tasted after each mission. His senses were sensitive to many
things. The only time he heard of the Three Empires and Grands
again was when his handler told him to listen and observe. It was
the best kept secret; he heard nothing.
    When it was time for his final test, he was
already assigned to Xoria Prime. He had to cross two planets in two
different stations without being detected. He had three months,
which meant standard ranger HaV was out. Aside from the intercepts
on most space elevators, HaV was how all Aryans travelled. The
science and technology was complex. Jamie laughed and thought about
the operatives HaV cartoon they had to watch.
    “Now, geniuses, most of you ignore, get
stomachaches or headaches thinking about this stuff, but you have
to understand it. HaV is Horizontal and Vertical Dimensional Travel
but”—their instructor sat on the desk with one knee bent and a
smirk on his face—“just try to think of it like gophers… You jump
in a ranger, travel horizontally along normal space to coordinates
1, you make a hole and drop, that is the vertical move, the hole
closes up overhead, and once you reach coordinates 2, you stop and
move along that dimension, called the Klados, horizontally, to
coordinates 3…” While he talked, the cartoon was showing gopher
creatures being generally goofy. “…there is nothing random about
HaV, it is carefully mapped and all rangers have to submit ranger
plans with routes. Traffic control is stringent. While the Aryan
Space Service registers all rangers and controls mapping, it is the
kings in each universe—or station depending on what you like to
use—who police space. Don’t fuck this up, we won’t come and save
you. Got it?”
    “Got it, sir!” Behind him a gopher was in
jail crying but drew a HaV portal and escaped.
    Jamie scratched his head, thinking.
    An inter-station HaV trip on a ranger would
take nine months and he had licenses for several small and medium
rangers. What he needed to do was obtain access to a specialized
planet transportal, which used the HaV route as well, and the time
for his trip would sit in the nine hours of hell range. There were
only two public depots on Xoria Prime, which was a high tech
civilization in Avalon. Avalon was ruled by the First Regional
Queen Freda and she had exceptional security but had a soft spot
for the Tal Monks. The other public transportal was on Ocelana, in
the Talaria Station, ruled by Tenth Regional Queen Camila. Both
queens were told to keep an eye on the competitors. To be fair,
neither of those stations were supported by warlords, however, the
kings attached to those systems were keen to test their warriors
for their ability to run interference—subtle like.
     
    They had a week to make preparations and were
allowed to access—with some limits—the resources that would be at
their disposal on a mission. The other requirement was that they
had to employ other recruits so they could practice their
specialties. Jamie considered all his acquired skills, including
his hobbies—such as kayaking—and formulated a plan of sorts. It was
a start anyway.
    After a few days of planning he headed to
logistics. “I’ll take a Ranger Marshal badge made up to these
specifications,”—he pointed to his tablet notes—“a mimic module,
and three months’ worth of ration pack coupons.”
    The logistics