The story so far
For nearly three years Kael Vorrin has trained with the Onyx Wardens on Tiraxis, a border world that keeps itself out of other people's wars, and for three years he has held the top mark in every drill they have. He does not know why they took him in. He does not know why, when he closes his eyes, he sees a city under a red sky that he has never walked.
At the end of the road from the Warden compound stands the Archive, sealed since before the Wardens came. Riven Sora, the voice on his link, has found a distortion in the field in front of it. Commander Ryss Elenor has sent him to look.
What is out there is the Vey'hari: soldiers who fight as one mind, every grunt linked to the officer above him, all the way up. And far above Tiraxis, Tarran Vel'cari is listening down that chain for the one mind that is not part of it.
Psionics — say it sy-ON-iks; the P is silent — is the power of the mind to reach other minds. The Vey'hari hold their whole Hierarchy together with it, link by link. Kael has it too, and he has no idea how much.