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lot of time in the sun recently. With bluish-green eyes, like Dakar's, he was probably from the North. He wore his white hair cropped on the sides and spiked on top.
    "My name is Lange." When he got to her, he leaned down to press his cheek against hers. "I wasn't an Elder when you were presented years ago, but I've heard about you."
    As she stood there, not knowing what to say, the remaining four people came forward to greet her. Altogether there were three men and three women of varying ages.
    "We should begin." Dakar waved towards the long couch that spanned the opposite wall.
    "We've already begun, Dakar." Lange sat down and stretched his long legs out. "After you left we got on the topic of the position. There's no time to waste."
    Two high-backed chairs were facing the couch. Dakar sat in one of them and nodded to Nadira, indicating she should take the other.
    As she took her seat, she tried to hide her discomfort. All she could do was hope that none of the others were picking up on it.
    "I've spoken to Brant and he's aware of what we must do," Dakar replied. "He will work with Nadira to help the transition."
    "What transition?" She stared at Dakar, even though he wasn't meeting her eyes.
    "The Sentry Leader position, my dear," Petra replied. "I thought you knew."
    Dakar cleared his throat. "I mentioned it, but she is not in agreement."
    She heard chuckling and turned to glance at the older woman sitting next to Lange. When she'd greeted Nadira, she'd said her name was Azure. She'd been one of the Elders at Nadira's formal introduction. "I wouldn't expect her to be. But Elder, I'm not sure it was a good idea to keep her isolated for so long."
    "It was best not to overwhelm her," Dakar said.
    "Stop talking about me. I'm here and I want answers."
    "Of course you do. You're your mother's daughter," Azure r emarked. "I trained your mother. Minona was not one to hide her thoughts."
    "She'll need that." Lange folded his arms across his broad chest. "I wasn't sure about Zina seeing how ambitious she is. Pe rhaps she was a good choice as a mentor after all."
    "What are you all talking about?" Nadira asked, as she fought to keep her emotions from spilling over.
    Dakar crossed his legs. "We have reason to believe that Novacorp is developing a way to give some of their people abilities like ours. They've been working on it for years and my sources tell me they are very close."
    "Abilities? What kind?" Nadira asked.
    "Telekinesis mostly, but they are also trying to develop telepathy as well. They have not been successful. So far their test subjects have either died or suffered brain damage." Dakar spoke matter-of-factly, as though he were talking about the weather. "Novacorp Labs has been very busy these past few years. But so have we."
    "We're here, why would they need to give our abilities to an yone else?" Nadira asked.
    "Novacorp's control stretches over five solar systems. With our natural resources, Hathor is the richest prize. But they could not have held on to it without our help. And now, they want to find a way to sweep the Guardians out of the way," Azure replied.
    "Not to mention that our powers aren't effective away from Hathor," Lange said. "If they want to duplicate what they've done here, they'll need people on others worlds with similar abilities."
    "But most importantly, they fear us, Nadira." Dakar gripped the arms of his chair. "They always have. Ever since they came here and took over Hathor, it's been an uneasy alliance. We must protect ourselves."
    "And what is my part in all of this?" During her training, she'd been told that the Guardians were part of Novacorp, not adversaries.
    "When you were a child, you displayed multiple abilities. That is extremely rare and it's why you were designated as a Sentry. One of few who manifest in each generation," Dakar replied.
    "We're not able to combine our powers. And even if we try, the weaker person will always end up draining the power of the stronger one," Lange