Zemwell Tickbird should have been paying attention to what he was doing. The Spectral Horde boarding pods were still stuck to the Daedlus and he was out on a space walk with others planting charges to get them off. Zemwell should not have been thinking about Therazan when he was setting the next round of timers. He should have been paying attention and making sure he had the right settings for the timers. Instead he set them wrong and there was an explosion and he was sent flying into space.
Suchin Markjon knew things. It was how she had excelled. She did not get where she was because her gene mods gave her superior skills. The truth was the only gene mods she had ever received before she was born were the ones that made her so pretty. Everyone around her assumed she had some sort of gene mod that made her a genius. The truth was Suchin had never received any gene mods to enhance her mental ability. Suchin was not a genius. When she was around people she knew things.
She did not always know things. But when she thought about it and when she wanted to, she could know things. Things came to her that she needed to know. She was not sure why. Now looking over the Spectral Horde signals again, she began to know things she had not known before. She began to see what the signal was.
Suchin began working as fast as she could for fear that it would not last. That she might lose this feeling and the signal would no longer be understandable. Somehow Suchin was beginning to understand the Spectral Horde. She knew how they thought. She knew how they worked. She knew how to find them. What she did not know was that this feeling, this knowing was going both ways.
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