311 Far Future Ch. 21 – Baby Blade (1/2)

I checked the prices of platinum on the Boole, and it wasn't bad. I'd have to find some that was Energized, as the rote stuff probably wasn't suitable for magic, only for tech use.

I was probably going to have to enchant my bones a lot if I wanted to work with Nog Levels. It didn't bother me... what else was I going to use them for? They were already in the middle of being reinforced and made more efficient for heavy gravity. No reason not to keep improving on them, right?

Of course I was right.

Hum hum, thrum thrum...

I brought my head back down to the gangers passing by as I was sitting there outside, looking at the wonderful eye-bending rustle-wave dome of the sky. One of them was waving a mindblade.

It was a bare thing, more a wedge of green light than anything else, clearly just manifested. The kid who had it couldn't be more than fifteen, clearly exulting over what he had, waving it around as if it was a great thing. His bros were congratulating him, clearly envious.

He had psi-potential, the Gift. He had a ticket out of this place, and was gonna leave them far behind, no matter what he said.

He caught me looking at him, and promptly went into rooster strutting mode, heading on over in front of me, waving his new little psi-toy. ”Hey, girl, wachu think? I gots me a mindblade, girl! Ima be a bladeboy! Ima be goin' places! How you like to have a piece of this action?”

He waved it in front of me, showing it off as I raised an eyebrow.

I reached out, pinched the mindblade in mid-wave, and then jerked him forward, interrupting his spiel about himself. My other hand grasped his arm, and my fingers closed.

He squeaked as he fell to his knees, grasping at my hand on his wrist, gawking at me as I flicked out a vibroknife, turned it on, and before his buddies could rush to help him, brought the whirring edge up against his mindblade as he gasped.

”AhhhhhhhH!” he shouted as the humming teeth bit in and sawed through the psychic force. His buddies held up as they watched the strangely fascinating sight of a vibroknife eating through the hard light of the mind blade. It got just about halfway through before the mindblade shattered, dispersing into random light particles, and the idiot screamed and jerked away, blood coming from his nose as I let him go.

I held up the knife to his buddies as they caught him. ”You all got knives?” I asked them casually, knowing they were packing. It was the default standby for low-end gangers who couldn't afford anything. Half of them already had them in hand, although they hadn't turned them on. ”Well, as you can see, your knives are better than his, so you got nothing to be afraid of with him.”

Despite themselves, they had to smirk as they looked at him getting taken down a peg. He wiped away the blood on his face, cursing, and glared at me. ”Yeah? Well, breaking it means nothing!” He concentrated, and it flashed back up at the end of his hand again. ”I'll just bring it back, and it'll get stronger than-urk!”

He shut up real fast, and they all backed away as I drew my appropriated Penson Industries Mark 49 Laser sidearm from my Masspack and aimed it at him.

”So, you think you got a superior weapon there?” I asked casually.

He looked at his mindblade, the laser in my hand, and the green wedge of force dispersed into random motes of light.

”Now, see, that was the only intelligent thing I've seen you do today. Sit down, all six of you.” I waved at the spot on the pavement in front of me.

”Hey, girl, just cause you... have a dark gold mindclaw fuck I'm sitting down,” said a sharp-eyed older teen who looked like the leader of the group, hurriedly doing just that. The others looked at my laser in one hand, the metallic soulclaw on the other, and also decided that sitting down would be good for their health.

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Especially the new baby blade, who looked a bit awed.

”Sama Rantha, Termite, sensei, bladebelle,” I introduced myself, as both weapons suddenly went away. ”To whom do I have the great honor and privilege of addressing?” I asked in lofty and very sarcastic terms.

They all flushed, but Smart Guy spoke first. ”I'm Brekko. The guy with the mindblade is Davro. This is Jimo, Frankie, Billi, Tohks, and Jamal,” he introduced each of them carefully, and each nodded once to make sure I knew who they were.

”Just a crew, not affiliated yet?” I asked casually.

”They'll just have us selling, and we ain't having none of that business yet. Thought with Davro growing a blade, we might get a chance at something better.”

”Newsflash, geniuses. Did any of you go look up ANYTHING about new blade babies in Downspire on the Boole? Anywhere?” I asked archly.

They all looked at one another, and then over at Davro, who just shrugged.

”Right. Too excited to get the nod, and ignoring what it means.” I reached up and massaged my temples. ”Little boys, take a look at where you are.” I waved at our surroundings. ”You are trash. We live in trash. And somehow, something bright just started shining in the trash. Guess what happens to shiny, expensive shit in Downspire?”

Their faces all got that Oh Shit look. ”It gets taken away,” Brekko spoke up.