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The Aeolian Master - Book One - Revival

which included situ and phasor training, and mental combat, which included intense conditioning and the
learning of every facet of the
Seek. For five years she trained with them, and trained hard, and at the end of the five years she was no
longer a frightened girl, but rather, a confident woman, a Zorsta. Finally, they said she was ready. She had
achieved the highest level of the inner circle in the shortest amount of time ever, that is, with the exception of
Cassandra who had achieved the same level in just over four years. But along with Myra's natural ability at
high level intuition she also had the beauty and personality to go with it. They had no doubt she would succeed,
and with that they gave her the honor of becoming the tenth member of the inner circle of the twelfth padigm,
the most powerful of all the padigm.
One final time, they put her into the hall of knowledge, and once again she had no recollection of what
When the time came to initiate the mission they not only gave her false documents of birth and residence on
another planet, known as Rignon of the solar system Jag, but they also sent her there and set her up as a citizen.
Then they made it known to the computer that she was a prime candidate for the position of the Galaef's
personal secretary—one of the highest positions in the Galaxy. And they knew she would be chosen, for they
had trained her well—extremely well.
For nine years, after arriving on the Computer Planet, she had interwoven her scheme through the fine
network of Thorne's plans. But now to no avail. From the first moment she had met Thorne she knew that not
only did he have aspirations of becoming the next Galaef, but actually had plans which he felt would succeed.
She knew she had stepped into a favorable situation. If she could thwart Thorne's plans for usurpation, then
from her glean she knew the Galaef would chose her to take Thorne's position as second in command of the
Galactic Empire. From there it would be easy to plan her own usurpation, and even easier to pull it off.
The scheme presented a scenario with little chance of failure. And it certainly would have worked, except
the Galaef had unwittingly sabotaged it by becoming involved in this absurd archeological expedition during
the week of the Federation reports. It was an action which she could have never predicted—an action which
was foreign to his norm. It was simply a stroke of bad luck.
In the back of her mind the Galaef's conversation suddenly came to her consciousness alerting her that the
Galaef would be needing some inconsequential information. She kept her eyes on the screen as her fingers
raced nimbly across the keys. And then she waited as the computer memory-banks brought up the requested
information, as the logic circuits correlated the information, and as the answer was printed out on the screen.
Thorne's plan had evolved around the computer planet. He knew something about Galactus VII, which
would allow him to depose the Galaef and take over his command as the Ruler of the Galactic Empire. But
what was it? Myra had no way of knowing and in spite of her tireless efforts to find out, she had come away
empty. All she knew was the computer in the Computer Planet was almighty. It ruled, completely, the Galactic
Federation in an Omnipotent God-like capacity. It only had one flaw: it was subservient to the Galaef.
Myra looked at the number on the computer screen, and then leaned back and turned toward the Galaef.
The Galaef weaved his thoughts through the happenings of the last couple of days in an attempt to turn
theories into fact. "Em must have some kind of supernatural power," he said. "He managed to get through
three doors which had palm locks." The Galaef was sitting in his high chair in the middle of the room, which
was the control center of the spacecraft. He looked down at Thorne. "No one can get through palm locks
without first being coded," he paused, then added, "He must have powers beyond the realm of science. You
know like those . . . like those. You know, those so called witches on Janus V."
Myra flinched inwardly at the Galaef's last statement.
"I think not," said Thorne. "Palm locks are fallible."
The Galaef's response was immediate. "The calculated odds against three newly installed palm locks failing
at the same time, especially in this situation, would be phenomenal. It involved three doors and no power
failure." He pivoted in his chair. "Myra, find out what the odds are in this situation."
"I already have, sir," she said.
The Galaef raised an eyebrow, and then wondered why he was surprised. She does it all the time, he
thought, and then he asked. "What is it?"
"The odds are more than twelve septillion to one. Would you like the exact figure?"
"You see," said the Galaef as he turned back to Thorne. He ignored Myra's last question and continued.
"The odds are so great that they are for all scientific purposes, nil."