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rolling the sentiments spread and any new arrivals got
an education from the others in that there was nothing to fear, especially when
Trey was healing up a number of small injuries they had. Word of that was
beginning to spread as well, with a few badly injured individuals being brought
to him from surrounding villages in the hopes of him healing, or in some cases,
saving their lives.
    He didn’t try to work on all of them, deferring to his
medtechs and letting them treat the Protovic with equipment from the dropships
and eventually, once they were trusted enough, they’d landed one of them right
in the middle of the village to use as a makeshift medbay .
The cultural exchange continued from there with his team moving around freely
taking samples and adding to their very limited linguistic database. Some of
the villagers helped out, but most were just watching in awe. Trey was now able
to remove his helmet without sparking fear in the Protovic, for now they saw
him as a great healer and asset rather than a threat.
    Fortunately they didn’t know how much of a badass he
was, otherwise they never would have calmed down.
    He’d dispatched other small teams across the planet
taking samples from uninhabited regions and doing the boring legwork of digging
up data for analysts to use later while he got to play Doctor Who with the
villagers, with his psionics working as well or better than psychic paper. He
just hated not being able to have a meaningful conversation with them…and the
fact that they were living in horrid conditions.
    He’d seen worse, by far, but they were so primitive
and ignorant that it hurt, yet they were eager to learn despite the road bumps.
Cultural clashes were occurring every day, but after Trey got to the root of
the problem and literally jumped into their heads to wash away the resistance
they began to learn and learn fast…so much so that new arrivals began to turn
on the locals for violating their cultural protocol.
    That was when Trey had to step in, pulling a Vader on
the first beating he observed and telekinetically grabbing and holding aloft
the outsider that was issuing the appropriate response based on their local
culture…or whatever other excuse you liked. It was still unacceptable, no
matter what the circumstances. When the locals saw the magic that the Archon
was capable of, above and beyond the healing, the obvious protests stopped but
he could still feel the searing looks of those that considered this whole
village to be heresy.
    “Where have you been?” Trey asked Viron when he came back up into the dropship where the Archon was sitting chewing on
a snack bar while the crowd outside stayed a respectful 4 meters back beyond
the line he had drawn in the sand as he had instructed them to do. They were
not to come into the dropship or even touch it without permission, and so far
there hadn’t been too many violations of that edict.
    “Impregnating some locals,” the Commando said deadpan,
walking in out of armor. Dangerous as that was it had become imperative that
the villagers interact with him on a more personal level than the hardened
battle plates allowed. “What’s up?”
    “How do you feel about a camping trip?”
    “Here or somewhere else on the planet?”
    “Here. I want to bring down supplies and send the
Ma’kri back for support. We need a digging team and…a lot of other things.”
    “And you don’t want to leave?”
    “I’m worried about what will happen if we do. Take
away our protection and I get the feeling that some of the outsiders would
torch this place and everyone in it.”
    “I have been getting some strange looks from them, but
I’m not in their heads like you are. You think a fight’s coming?”
    “They’re too afraid with us here, me in particular.
But if we leave I’m not sure what will happen, but I fear something bad.”
    “You want more time to work on the other villages
before we pack up for good?”
    “Not exactly.”
    “We can’t