He
clasped the wand around his wrist, checked that the straps were
secure but not too tight. He could feel the soft buzz of the arcane
energy humming inside the freshly charged device. The numbers of the
Battery Mages were low this year; charges were being rationed until
new recruits could be located. Stryker's weapons had priority status,
though; the safety of the citizens of the fortress and the many
travelers whose ships docked there depended on the Lieutenant and
his team.
The
Council had decreed a series of exploratory journeys to worlds with
arcane lore, in the hopes of bolstering the ranks of the Batteries.
It was a well-rewarded but often exhausting role in the fortress. It
took a great deal to run the massive station, much skill and craft,
magic and wisdom. And strength. For when the enemies came.
A
good friend of Stryker was set to sail to today on one of the ships
enlisted for the Council's mission. Sometimes he envied those who
found their paths taking them across the vast sea of space to planets
named and unnamed, known and forgotten. His role was here
though, on Citadel.
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