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

"Aye, aye, Captain," Wong said too loudly, trying not to choke on his
fear. A head-on, flank-speed jump rendezvous, under fireтАФfor real! Jonson
moved efficiently, setting a new course and shooting guide signals. The
mothership, a spacer's faithful frame of reference, settled and pivoted.
Inertial changes wreaked havoc on the huge craft's internal structures.
Wong, ashamed, felt his stomach wambling.



Destroyer-Fist a'Yerg's lead triad completed weapons passes in good
form, all units scoring full-weight energy strikes. The attack commander
pivoted ship to watch the trailing triads coordinate their runs on the
remaining low-orbit target. Scintillating energy beams rippled across the
sundered structure of the dying ship. Amazingly, despite its death wallow,
the alien vessel was still firing. Lifting a glove in silent tribute, a'Yerg
snarled her contempt.

Communications alert soundedтАФbattle precedence. A heavy chime
signaled a secure channel engaging, preempting tactical frequencies. The
attack commander's spidery hand slid to the overrideтАФa precautionary
habit. Fist a'Yerg felt the cell controller's telepathic links soften in favor of
the dominant's transmission.

"Victory is ours," the dominant's bridgemale droned. "Attend." More
chimes, the dominant's clarion. A pause.

"Glory is yours, destroyers," Fleet Dominant Dar broadcast, hajil accents
gurgling harshly. "You have made all sisters proud. All races proud.
Attend."

More chimes, ringing the dominant away, and then the call to orders.
The cell controller's telepathic links sharpened.
 "Destroyer-Fist a'Yerg," a grating hajil voice announced, half-heard,
half-thought. Shrill and brittle, Cell Controller Jakkuk continued. "Deploy to
grid four. Form spearhead for diversionary attack on remaining alien
interstellar ships. Honor is yours."

"Blood, but they fight, Jakkuk-hajil," a'Yerg replied. "We should collect
them." The animal in her soul growled its lust, a hardening pang, like
hunger, only nearer her hearts.

"You have orders, a'Yerg-roon. Obey andтАФ" Jakkuk transmitted, her
telepathic signal overmodulating with intensity.

"Eliminate them," the nasal, unmistakably slithery inflections of a lakk
overrode. "There are numbers on the planet sufficient to fill our holds. Heed
orders, Daughter. Honor is yours."

"Honor is mine, Mother," a'Yerg growled with obscene ferocity, the