Exedore stepped into the picture to explain. "As yet, the soldiers in Dolza's fleet have had no contact with Micronian culture, m'lord! When exposed to the song, they will be thrown into confusion. And it will also boost the Micronians' morale."
"Lord Breetai commands that you prepare to attack!" he roared.Dr. Lazlo Zand,
Lang entered, the greatest mind of his time, an intellect worthy to sit with Newton and Einstein and yet a man frustrated by the many mysteries of Robotechnology. He had been monitoring the exchanges in a waiting room and was eager to talk to Exedore."Wait!" he bellowed.
"Prepare to execute final barrage!" he snapped as his bridge crew bent to their work. "Then full power to barrier shield!"After a while a familiar voice, holding a trace of mischief, said, "Well, if it isn't Lieutenant Hunter, as I live and breathe!"
The Veritechs rose to the flight decks, deploying ailerons and wings that had been folded or swept back to save space on the hangar decks. Their engines screamed like demons, and they hurtled into space in a meticulously timed ballet, avoiding collisions with one another and forming up for combat with the sureness of long experience.
She suddenly sounded downcast. "Yes, but I think I'm the only one."
She snorted a laugh as she moved into the bedroom. Seeing it, she sighed. Why does this place always look like a bear's been wintering here?
Her finger hovered near the weapons trigger as she waited for the game to begin. Miriya looked around quickly to see if her nemesis was there.
He was taken aback, the smile wiped from his face. It was her turn to be formal and distant now, her right, as it had been his the last time.
Rick launched without taking time to acknowledge. The armored VT poured on speed like nothing any other human-produced mecha had ever demonstrated. A single man in an untested ship, flying out against terrible odds-and if he lost, the woman who was humanity's best hope for peace would die too.
His hand went to the hilt of the knife embedded in the tree trunk, and she made new calculations based on his being armed. Sterling's having a knife was so much the better as far as Miriya was concerned; she wanted to kill him in a fight on equal terms, wanted to humble him as he had humbled her-before...before he could...The enemy flagship drew near at dead-slow speed, straight into the line of fire of the main gun. The battleship might be nine solid miles of supertech mayhem, but surely by now the Zentraedi knew that it would be as defenseless as a helium blimp before the holocaust blast those massive booms could generate.
way before he ordered his troops back.
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