A talent for heat sends Nanette to the Volunteers, and the power of her fire assigns her to a Guardian Base. Assigned to repair the damage left behind after the Guardians did their work, Nanette dives into her new position with enthusiasm until her new work puts her in the path of one of those heroes.
Rand is stunned when he meets the new Terran. She is nothing like the women of her species that he has met before. Her scent is neutral, but her expression tells him that he is not the only one with an interest in interspecies relations. He just has to find an excuse to see her again. Perhaps he should break something?
“You are here today as volunteers from Earth. Your aptitudes have been confirmed and each of you has had a job placement take place already. We are here to train you, to make you the best you can be and to bring out any hidden talents. Ask us questions and you may be surprised by the answers.” The soft-blue woman spoke with an amused smile and sparkling gold eyes.
“You will be given your class lists or assigned to your tutors. Pass your hand over this scanner and it will direct you down the correct hall. Simply follow the colour displayed and you will be led to your destination. The rest will begin as soon as you find your class or tutor.”
Nanette looked around at the other dozen Volunteers. No one moved.
With a shrug, Nanette stepped forward and pressed her palm to the scanner the greeter had pointed out.
The red pulse flared and a beam of light streaked off to the left. The greeter smiled. “Welcome, Nanette Trews. Your tutor awaits.”
“Thank you.” Nanette turned and headed down the hall, following the red light. The new moon base was bright and cheery with many panels facing the sky and the moonscape.
If she had time at a later date, she would explore all the different views, but for today, she was looking for her tutor.
The light path took her through the base and into a huge hangar where blocks of stone were centrally located next to a peculiarly banal desk. At the desk, a man with stone-grey skin was filling out some kind of document.
She cleared her throat, and he looked up and smiled with a bright grin. His eyes were a piercing neon yellow and his teeth were sharp and jagged.
“Ah, Ms. Trews. It is good to see you. Please, come here and take in the language program that has been created for you.” His voice was a deep rumble of gravel on gravel.
It was something that she had gotten in her briefing with the recruiter. She would be given the languages she needed to get along in the worlds outside of her current experience. The light flash came out of the tablet, and she staggered back a few steps. “Ow.”
Her tutor chuckled. “Welcome to the Terran Moon Base. I am your tutor, Remak of the Kanniot.”
His words were strange and there was a lag in her understanding, but she began to catch on as she concentrated. “Thank you for the welcome, Tutor Remak.”
“Just Remak. Do you know where you are being sent?”
“It was mentioned that I would be doing some kind of repair work after heroes have destroyed buildings and such. I am only good at melting metal though, so I don’t know how much use I will be.”
He gave her another frightening grin. “That is what I am here for.”
She inclined her head and shifted her bag on her shoulder. “When do we start?”
He stood up and kept rising until all seven feet of him was towering above her. “We begin now.”