"Scott G. Gier - Genellan 02 - In the Shadow of the Moon" - читать интересную книгу автора (Gier Scott G)

A contact-alert Klaxon exploded to life.

"Fast-movers rising above the limb," the tactical officer blurted.
"Exceeding orbital velocity. Polar trace."

Wong jerked his attention to the status boards. Threat alarms warbled
insanelyтАФthey were being targeted. Jonson dove for the deck officer's
station. Wong, the nearer, had the advantage. He slid into the acceleration
stirrups and slammed open alarm covers, simultaneously shouting over the
command circuit: "Captain to the bridge. Captain to the bridge. Battle
stations! Battle stations."

He triggered the GQ alert. Jonson floated rigidly at his side, eyes darting
across the screens. Wong looked at the situation display, searching for
information.

"I've got the deck, Jonson," he said, reaching into the armor locker. "Take
the conn. Clear unnecessary personnel from the bridge."

Jonson, impassive, catapulted to her assigned station.

"Good grief!" the tactical officer shouted. "Pick up button one."

***

With honorable abandon Destroyer-Fist a'Yerg screamed into the
universe, the timeless brain-curdling battle cry of the roon, a rasping,
piercing screech yodeling relentlessly up and down the scales. Fist a'Yerg
seized the animal within, her g'ort, touching the rapture of combatтАФthe
ecstasy of fear. Blood pounded hot through distended arteries lacing taut
sinews; a'Yerg reveled in the visceral convulsion of her race. Rapacious
instinct honed her reactions, physical and mental; a'YergтАФsavage roonish
warriorтАФhad become the blood and muscle embodiment of directed
mayhem, of mortal embrace, of war.

Waiting patiently, fully cognizant in the same highly evolved braincase,
a'Yerg's dominant alter ego, acute and calculating, rose preeminent, firmly
suppressing the raging brute. Atavistic screaming trailed off mournfully to
silence as the logical entity scanned the situation display, monitoring the
disposition of enemy forces, now visible through line-of-sight detectors.

The ah'en ships were deployed in two groups: three units in support
orbit and three more in high standoff. One of the low ships was elevating. In
less than a beat cycle of her multiple hearts a'Yerg signaled for attack. She
yawed her destroyer about, simultaneously rolling to keep the enemy in
sight, mere specks sparkling beyond the terminator. Gravity-boosted
velocity swept her past the low-orbit targets. She pulsed the main engines,
checking her overshoot.