The Attic of an Old Warehouse, AKA the Nominal Temporary Wiggin Home Base, Wednesday

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They would have to take more of the heavy hitters out of the equation.

Ender knew that much

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There was the tell-tale scent of cinnamon in the air that usually heralded Lady Ghanima's arrival via her use of the Weirding Way, and not two moments later her boot-treads could be the floor below, before she made her way up the stairs carrying large, covered baskets of unleavened bread, various types of meat jerky, and fresh fruit.

"I'm making the rounds," she called softly. "And I have protein."

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"Did you bring bananas?" Ender asked, appearing in the doorway of his room with a smile on his face.

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"Bananas were the easiest to get, believe it or not," Ghanima laughed. "I also have apples, kiwi, avocados, and a lot of oranges." She fished one out of her basket and held it up. "Does anyone have scurvy yet?"

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"Not so far," Ender said, and he came forward to collect his fruit. "I blame our excellent delivery service."

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"I blame my vast bank-accounts and Miss Kenzi's lightfingered habits, myself," Ghanima offered dryly. "I do believe she's a horrible influence on me."

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"From my brother's occasional fevered mutterings, I get the idea Kenzi has that very effect on a great deal of people," Ender said, and took his banana. "I haven't talked to her as much myself."

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"She does odd jobs at the theatre for me," Ghanima replied. "Which means when I ask her to look into making a decent fog machine for the dance recital, she apparently also makes smaller smoke-bombs that somehow never make it to props storage..."

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"What a shame," Ender said, peeling his banana. "Funny thing how I found some smoke bombs lying around the back room yesterday."

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"Interesting. If my spray paint is there too, remind her to inventory what she used up," Ghanima sighed. "Mentally, not on paper." Of course.

"Anything in particular that I need to bring to or between safe-houses this week?" she asked briskly. "They almost never try to follow me anymore. I think I'm insulted."

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"I've managed to create a small supply of strong tranquilizers," Ender said pleasantly. "They might be useful these upcoming days."

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"The dispersal method?" Ghanima asked, interested.

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"I used a simple, small pressure syringe to take down Ben Skywalker the other day," Ender noted. And hadn't that been something? "It's intravenous, so it's strictly for whoever we can get close to."

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"Good." Ghanima's disgust with how the Jedi Order treated their children - and her soft-spot for them - wasn't exactly a secret, given she'd taught a few of them before she'd been ousted from her teaching position. "I hope he sleeps and dreams of something better, and will wake up to find it happening."

But there was war to speak of, and Ghanima drew a thin, hollow reed from within the folds of her robe, tipping it so a dozen thin needles landed on her palm. "They're poisonous," she advised, holding them up. "But if you can adapt your tranquilizer to my blow-pipe, I can make a few more for people to use, provided we trust them not to swallow it."

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Ender had a small soft spot for Ben himself, though that hadn't been the main reason for incapacitating him. "I'd like to think he does," he said.

He took a bite of his banana before he took a look at the needles. "Old school," he observed, "and therefor probably unexpected. They've got a lot of tech-heavies on the opposite side."

A pause.

"We need to take out Topher and Tony," he said. "Their innovations are getting to be a real pain in the butt."

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Ghanima's lips twisted in amusement. "I may be from far into the future for this planet, but you could say Fremen are very 'old school,'" she said dryly. "Thinking Machines and related technology are banned throughout the entire Imperium, since they almost destroyed us all."

She returned the needles to her pipe, slipping back into the hidden folds of her robe. "If we take them out, I can sequester them in The Boards, no one will think to look for them there, since everyone assumes the majority of the resistance sticks to the warehouse district," Ghanima pointed out. "Or anyone else for that matter."

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Ender nodded, though he pulled a slight face. "I wasn't too fond of rotating back into the warehouse district," he admitted, "But everyone is used to Peter and I being elsewhere."