Lera has been through a few jobs since she left Terra. First, she was in training, then an Enforcer on alien worlds and now she is part of the Peacekeeper-Enforcer exchange program, dealing with the daily drudgery of being a beat cop in her small sector of a strange city.
When she comes to the attention of a Guardian, she knows that he is the one she has been waiting for. The quandary comes when she has to decide exactly how much of his destiny she is willing to reveal.
Lance uses his skill to create weapons from metal and disable his enemies. The small Terran captures his senses, but what can he do to get her within his grasp and keep her there?
Lera Douglas shifted in her riot armour. The Nyal Imperium had their Peacekeepers in heavy plates when they wandered into a fight, and as a member of the Nyal-Alliance Peacekeeper-Enforcer exchange program, she had to abide by the rules of her new unit.
“Private Lera, what are we looking at?” Captain Drular asked her quietly. Their unit was facing the prisoners who had crashed their shuttle perilously close to the city of Feural.
“Nine handheld blasters, twelve knives tucked into boots, a Delclaron with venom coming out of his claws.” She looked across the approaching field of escapees. “That is all I can see unless I can get closer.”
A new voice came through her com. “Thanks for that, Peacekeeper. We can take it from here.”
A skimmer roared overhead, and the Guardians of Jennila dropped into fight formation in front of the ten Peacekeepers. With a rush, Lance, Coma and Shatter wrapped up the incoming wave of violent prisoners.
Lera flexed her hands and grimaced. On Jennila, it seemed that Peacekeepers were only allowed to handle the bar fights and parade routes. Everything else was left to the Guardians.
Once the prisoners were wrapped up, the Guardians beckoned the Peacekeepers forward. “A little help with the restraints, please.”
“Well, Peacekeepers, at least we have something to do.” Captain Drular beckoned them forward, and they stomped out with the cuffs and bindings that would be needed to prepare the escapees for transport back to the prison world they had just left.
Lera set out with the rest of her unit, and they flipped the unconscious bodies over and cuffed their hands behind their backs. Lera went the extra mile and used her talent to frisk each and every prisoner before they woke. She pulled out wires, knives, a packet of acid and bone spikes in the first three prisoners she examined.
Looking down at them, she saw their weapons glowing hot. It was something she had always been able to do, and it was the skill that had propelled her into the Volunteers. Now, the psychic frisking was giving her a new set of aliens to search, and she had to admit that her strange talent was enabling her to meet new kinds of people and travel much more than she ever imagined.
The Guardian, Lance, came up to her. “What are you doing?”
“I am removing all hidden weaponry so that they can’t pick the locks or stab their pilot on the way home.”