Starcraft: Rise Of The Empire 13 Military Tension – 2

- This sucks man. – Complained the soldier, cleaning his sword from goblin blood. – And this city was nice too.

His friend, finis.h.i.+ng a goblin with a severed leg, frowned as he pulled the sword from the flesh of the monster, ending its life.

- And since when you were so concerned about this town anyway? You and your family are from the capital.

The soldier shook his head, sighing, making a scornful face, immediately annoying his comrade.

- you don't understand. This city was amazing on its own rights, you know? – He shrugged. – You just had to know how to appreciate it!

The other man looked at him with a doubtful look, before realizing it.

- You had a prost.i.tute that you liked here, didn't you?

- Ugh, shut up! – The other said, busted.

Both laughed, exchanging some more banter as they killed some more goblins and other monsters with ease. These two, after all, are part of the veteran unit of the kingdom, and are used to fight monsters on the daily.

They are now on cleaning duty, finis.h.i.+ng the monsters there were left since their last fight to purge the monsters from town. As they finish killing a small group of monsters, one of the asks:

- So, what about those students again?

- It'll be our cover, that's why we're dressed as common soldiers, not in our elite armors. – He said as he sheathed the sword, looking to the forest not too far from them. – Those filthy animals managed to run away, but since it isn't inside our borders…

- We can't chase them outright. – He scratched his head while crouched near a corpse of a monster. – f.u.c.ks sake, those slaves had to run away, didn't they? Well, when we get to them I'll get some b.a.s.t.a.r.d children of my own.

He said, smiling cruelly. After all, he was a slave owner… or a former one, his last slave pa.s.sed away recently as result of his violence. His comrade only smiled, similar thoughts flowing through his mind. After all, this behavior is often encouraged in this kingdom.

(Vlad's POV)

- Focus, now. – I said to my "students". – Ignore the sensorial stimuli, focus on your own minds. Feel the world around you, expand your minds.

I say as I walk around the pitch black room with a light humming sounding through, the smells of several spices, foods, rotten things and foul smells mixing all around. This room is made to disrupt senses and focus, designed to practice and train the expansion of psionic senses.

I'm right now in the middle of tutoring a cla.s.s of forty ghosts, fully naked in the dark as the changing temperature goes from searing hot to freezing cold, changing by the half second. Oh, and I must mention. All my students are women.

Not that I'm giving them preferential treatment or anything like that, is that between our tests, we found out that the women of our ghost units are much more attuned with their psionic senses, and have a much easier time learning to sense things with their psionic powers, even more ease in getting into the minds of other people.

The reason why we are naked it so that they stay as uncomfortable as possible during this exercise. Of course, I'm also training at the moment, feeling the world around me, although I'm much more advanced then they are. After all, I was the first test subject.

The thing is, psionic powers are a mysterious thing, they can provide many different abilities, from telekinesis to controlling electricity, reading minds and even predicting the future. The objective of this training is to amplify the sensory capability of our minds, and make our psionics more able to predict movement and sensing thoughts.

Not only that, a training to also not rely in our five senses, but in our sixth. So this is important, to allow our sixth sense to dominate over the other five, allowing us to use it beyond its capabilities.

I walk around, relying on my feeling of the world with my mind, more broadcasting my words with psionics to their mind rather than telling them directly. After all, the sound in this room is so loud that they can't hear my words with their ears.

We keep training for a few more hours before I send a telepathic message to the docs overseeing the "cla.s.s". The lights come back on and the noises and temperature changes stop, as well the smells and other hindrances.

What greets my eyes is a wide room with fifty naked woman, covered in sweat and s.h.i.+vering a little. It's feast, after all, they're all top-notch beauties, with marvelous bodies. Yes, a nice view. Different from them, I'm barely sweating.

After all, my body has been turning more and more abnormal as the days pa.s.s. Resisting extreme temperatures is just a small part of the whole package. I smile to them, as they get up with red faces, but not covering anything. In fact, some, including their commander, Magna Star, is trying to show me her "a.s.sets".

Surprisingly ,she still hasn't shred my bed, too busy with my orders. She's eager, however, and has been making it more and more obvious recently. I'll probably wake up with her riding me on my morning "excitement" one of these days, she's the type that would do that.

- You all did well today as well. – I say, holding back a b.o.n.e.r. – Cla.s.s dismissed.

They unwillingly walk out of the room, leaving me behind alone. After they leave, I go out by another door, back to my chambers, where Doctor Lyssa is already waiting for me. I smile to her, as she reports to me our most recent advancements.

- Marshal, as expected, our experiments with the crystals are going smoothly, the crystals themselves seem to be cooperating with them. – She says, going through her tablet. – They show remarkable abilities in channeling, storing and releasing energy. Until this moment, they have proven themselves as capable energy storage units.

- Excellent. Start the infusion experiments, as soon we manage to fuse the crystals with several materials we will be able to upgrade our weaponry. – She nods as she watches me get dressed with a lightly pouty face. After all, I'm still busy. – I'll go and check on our recruits again. – I put on my favorite long coat. – Send Magna with two other ghosts to spy one the military outpost on the ruined city. I want information.

- Yes sir.

I nod to her and we split, with me walking to the garage and her walking towards our labs. Gotta get my vulture, getting down is easier that way. Either that or taking a s.h.i.+p, but that is excessive. I get to the garage and go straight down to the field, the sun is a bout to raise, and it's time for the cadets to suffer.