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trajectory. Sutton flipped the Speed end-over-end and opened the drive past
redline as plasma bolts and flickering lasers probed for him, looping out and
away. The parasite bombs were too close for the
Fibian s defensive systems to stop. They exploded, each one slamming a spike
of bomb-pumped X-ray laser fire into the guts of the alien warship.
On
Invincible hard plastic crumbled under Raeder s hand. He could see the results
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in his mind s eye: unstoppable bolts of energy burning through ablative panels
and into the hull frame, searing through conduits
and corridors and crew, into the sensitive electronic heart of the destroyer.
Bingo, he whispered. Containment field failure.
The Fibian destroyer s fusion drive fields had ruptured, faster than the
fail-safes could shut down the reaction. The Speed s AIs let him see the
consequences: the flattened disk of the Fibian ship flipping as it tumbled
dead through space, bits and pieces glittering as they spun away.
The other Fibian warship had broken away, turning toward the gas giant in
hopes of disappearing against the background clutter until the other ships of
its flotilla could join it. The Commonwealth destroyers
Aubry and
Maturin had been waiting for that. They weren t nearly as agile as the Speeds,
but they were extremely fast. They closed in, bracketing the Fibian ship,
lashing out with their heavy antiship missiles.
The Fibian killed more velocity, skimming closer to the gas giant . . .
Too close, Raeder muttered.
The alien struck the outer fringes of the planet s atmosphere at a speed that
made it a glowing meteor, plunging down into storms so vast and wild that the
flare of its destruction was barely noticeable.
Sutton s voice crackled through the comnet, overriding the cries of
Hoo-ah!
and
Gotcha, bug!
Vectors, following, he snapped. Let s get the job done.
Slater! Hadji snapped. Where the hell are you?
On our way, sir, but running into heavy resistance. These people seem
determined to stop us at any cost. Her blue eyes flinched away from the piled
bodies in the corridor before her. The Mollies were using them as a barrier,
crouching behind them and then popping up to fire on the Marines.
She d ordered her people to stop firing with lasers because she disliked
seeing the damage they did to the helpless dead. Not that she was all that
fond of what the projectile weapons were doing, either, but at least they
didn t set the bodies on fire.
Slater shook her head in exasperation. This is useless, she muttered.
Get a coil-gun up here, she said to her second. That ought to simplify
things.
Major Hadji knew his options were growing more limited by the second. His
group had been harried into an untenable position. They were exposed in a
corridor with the enemy closing in from both ends.
There were doors everywhere, but no means of opening them. They resisted laser
fire, remaining cool to the touch even after a sustained blast. Projectiles
ricocheted off and kicks just hurt your foot. Obviously alien technology.
Hadji turned to the Fibians. Open this, he said to one of them.
The alien lifted the trunk that dangled between its sets of eyes and
Marines raised their weapons in automatic response to a potential threat.
It hesitated, then said: Why should we help you, human? Its voice was
completely understandable, though high and flat and it vibrated weirdly.
Our allies will come shortly and kill you. Then we shall be free.
The major drew his sidearm and aimed it between its eyes, almost, but not
quite touching its dull red head. When they come, I guarantee you that you
will be dead. Now open that door.
You will not kill me, the Fibian insisted. I heard your commander tell you
to preserve us at all costs.
Unfortunately for you, he s not here, Hadji told it. But I am. He pressed
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the weapon right up against the creature s chitinous head. And if you won t
open that door, maybe one of your buddies will after I ve shot you. Three s
almost as good as four, and two is almost as good as three, and if worst comes
to worst, we only really need one of you.
This is pointless, the Fibian argued. You will be conquered.
Surrender and we will speak for you. Our word is important to them.
You don t know your allies very well if you believe that, buddy. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]