Michael Hudson - Thieves of Light

"What you see before you is a personal body screen," the voice of the guide said. "Please get dressed."

"What for?"

"The body screen absorbs and redistributes the energy of a phaser hit. It is being provided so that you will not be encumbered by armor your body is unaccustomed to bearing."

"No-I meant why am I getting dressed? What's this about?"

"To continue your challenge, you must demonstrate your abilities in a combat audition. Did Sergeant Nar-lex-ko-li-hon not inform you?"

Bhodi Li fingered the material of the screen. Though it looked like it was woven of black wire, the mesh was as supple as jersey. "He told me. Does this go over my clothes?"

"Yes, Bhodi Li."

The body screen went on as though it had been custom-fit for him, body-hugging but nowhere binding or restricting. Sleeve-straps that caught in the crook of his thumb like a half-glove and foot-straps like those found on baseball pants made sure that his arms and legs were fully covered. Magical little closures brought the fabric up to a high collar.

As he fastened the last closure at the neck, there was a rustling sound behind him. He turned and found the counter arrayed with equipment that looked at first glance like a normal Photon Warrior's kit.

A second glance told Bhodi it was not. The chest sensor unit was more finely detailed, its receptor lenses faceted like jewels. The power belt weighed no more than half of what he expected, as though the batteries had been removed from the contoured boxes that rode on each hip. Unlike the helmet he had left in his cabin on Fraanic, this one had a low-riding neck skirt and wraparound face screen.

But it was the phaser pistol that sealed his understanding that this was a different game. It had greater heft, a different balance, but most of all a certain wicked look that said that it could really do what those he had held before could only pretend to.

"Please continue dressing," the Guide reminded.

"Sorry." As Bhodi strapped the power belt in place, his apprehension started to fade, displaced by a growing anticipation. He wondered if the training arena would be laid out the same as in his home center. If this is a real phaser, my opponent must be a hologram — or a robot — God, it'll be like walking into a video game -

"Ready," he said, slipping the helmet down over his head and drawing the chin strap tight.

To Bhodi's right, the wall irised into a doorway. "Proceed, Bhodi Li."

Bhodi stepped through the opening. The room was tiny, empty, blank-walled, and with no apparent exit. "What now?" he asked.

As though in answer, the room came alive with electric blue light, dancing on the surface of the walls, encasing Bhodi Li in a halo of energy.

Transporter! Bhodi thought. On the road again -

When the transporter cocoon dissipated, Bhodi Li found himself standing alone on a desolate plain littered with spikelike outcrops of reddish rock. The landscape was in twilight, yet the sun hung near the zenith, a blue-white ghost slipping behind a high overcast of yellow clouds. The ground underfoot was hard and unyielding under a thin blanket of gray-black sand. A light wind blew across the emptiness.

No, not here — this isn't fair. I've never seen this place before. How can I show what I can do -

"Test your weapon, Bhodi Li." It was the voice of the Guide, sounding inside his helmet.

Bhodi raised the phaser pistol experimentally and drew a bead on the face of the nearest boulder. When he squeezed the trigger, a pencil-thin red beam of light leapt from the barrel, and a shower of rock chips exploded from the spot that had been his target. But he had no time to marvel at the power that had been handed to him.

"Challenger Bhodi Li, prepare to do battle."

"Against what?"

There was no answer. It did not take long for Bhodi Li to begin to feel unnecessarily exposed standing alone on the flats. There was cover all around-cover that he should not cede to his opponent.

But as he broke into a trot in the direction of the nearest outcrop, a red flicker played across his facemask and slashed diagonally across his shoulder. He nearly screamed in shock and pain. It was as though his skin were being seared in a bath of liquid fire.

Instinctively, Bhodi turned his forward momentum into a diving forward roll that removed him from his adversary's gunsights. Scrambling into the protective shadow of a rock wall, he caught a glimpse of a wide-hipped thick-legged figure in tan fatigues. Then rock chips showered down on Bhodi as a phaser bolt struck inches above his head, and he ducked back out of sight.

Not human. Not Qeth. Another of the species Li-hon told me about. Looks slow — I should be able to outquick him, if not his phaser fire. The thought reminded Bhodi of the terrible pain that had inexplicably vanished. He looked down at his shoulder and saw to his surprise that the body screen was intact, his clothing and the skin beneath it apparently undamaged. The only evidence of the combat's opening exchange was a fine coating of dust on the mesh- dust from the surface of an alien world.

So the screen protects me from harm — but not from hurting, Bhodi thought as he scanned what he could see of the landscape for the threat of movement and the promise of better shelter. If I were my opponent -

Just as Bhodi was realizing with belated alarm that he'd been motionless too long, from behind he heard the sound of something hard sliding and grating on bare rock. His heart pounding, he scrambled halfway around the boulder in the opposite direction. He crouched there for a moment, then took off toward a cluster of cigarlike pinnacles and the jumble of rock at their base.

As he ran, he scanned the rockfall ahead for the best hiding place. Then he saw a flicker of red light play on the rock beyond him, and suddenly his back was tingling with anticipation of the shot to come. Bhodi went into a feet-first dive, as though he were sliding into third base. A half roll to the right put him on his belly, looking back the way he had come. He gripped his pistol in both hands as he drew a bead on the figure standing where he had crouched just moments before.

The squeezing of the trigger was reflex, or he would never have completed the act. This was a new enemy, tall and imposing, with a face like a mask and a body clad in articulated silver and black armor, carrying a long staff such as a wizard might own. The very sight of the wizard-warrior called all of Bhodi's self-confidence into question.

Bhodi's shot was on target, but pitiably ineffective. The beam of energy reflected harmlessly off the polished surface of the creature's breastplate and up toward the sun. Bhodi did not wait to try again. As the creature began to point the end of the staff in Bhodi's direction, fear drove him to his feet and toward the rockfall.

But this time, the wizard's aim was good. Pain exploded in the middle of Bhodi's back, dropping him to his knees. He crawled the last few feet to shelter in agony, the speakers in his helmet crackling with static from the overload of energy his body screen was laboring to dispose of.

Bhodi dove over the crumbling edge of a table-flat sheet of rock that had sheared off the tallest of the pinnacles, and the pain and heat began to ebb. He lay on the hard ground panting and wondering how many opponents he would have to face before the audition was over. He already felt hounded and harried, a new and unpleasant sensation.

Everything he had done so far had been defensive, he realized. He had surrendered the initiative to his opponents. They act, I react. But that's not the way I fight. And if I keep it up, they're going to hunt me down for sure -

Twisting around, Bhodi popped up and got off a shot that caught the wizard, who was advancing across the sandy plain toward him, full in the face. Momentarily blinded by the overload of the sensors in his mask, the wizard halted his advance and turned his head away.