he console for a moment, his hands trembling so badly he could barely operate the controls.
g the slate out with both han
is voice cracking with emotion.
e slate and
gle, massive character, glowing w
lden
voice choked with awe. "The third active
at that meant. It wasn't just a high score. It was a statistical impossibility. A legen
ant, orchestral fanfare that blared from the facility's central announcement system.
, regal woman in the dark robes of a high official appeared. Anja recognized her instantly: Directorate
ton. On behalf of the entire Commonwealth, I extend our deepest gratitude and congratulations.
smile and a nod. Inside her head,
ut carrying an undeniable weight of authority. "Standard protocols for a newly identified S-Class female must
g the portrait of a man who was almost illegally handsome. They were the cream of the crop, t
dangerous glint in his gaze. A brooding aristocrat with midnight-dark hair. Two o
lerius stated. It was a recommendation phrased as an order. "The Directorate strongly advises you accep
t of the boring, monogamous relationships on Earth, the compromises, the settli
ice was
ancellor and gave a slow, deliberate no
as captured and instantly replicated, searing itself onto the five digital contracts. In the vast, unseen network
intoxicating powe
wed deeply to her in unison. "We celebrate
ect your new status, effective immediately," the Chancellor said, her hologram
ogram v
ptain and his team were even more reverent than before, if that
the transport ship, she checked her perso
posited. The federal S-Class stipend. It was more money th
the leather of the chair softer. Sh
husbands. Her Consorts. She scrolled thro
rticular. The soldier. The one wh
ial Forces, 7th Division. Psionic Grade: A-
lders broad and powerful. His jaw was set, his expression severe, but his eyes... his eyes
on appeared at the
S-Class matching directive. Current location: Capi
eather seat, a slow, predatory
s already a
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