"Gordon, Steve - Insectoid 02 - Escape from the Insectoids" - читать интересную книгу автора (Gordon Steve)

"Who are you?" said Took. He noticed Obe and his wingman closing. Good.
Reinforcements had arrived.
There was a silence for a moment, as if the pilot didn't want to identify
himself. Then, the deadly cold voice spoke, "Ken Pilot, 04."
Took looked over at Marsten, who was flying parallel to him. "Ken Pilot?
THE Ken Pilot?"
"That's impossible. The Ken Pilot, that Ken Pilot, he must be dead by
now," said Marsten.
Took radioed the Glory. "Glory, we've got a problem here."
Colonel Darley, the Glory's starfighter command, had been monitoring
communications on the bridge, and he quickly called over Captain Dulin and
explained the situation.
"A Ken Pilot?" said Dulin. "The Ken Pilot, 04?" He shook his head.
"Extremely improbable."
"Should we get the War Admiral?" said Rey.
Dulin shook his head. "He's busy with Professor Stevenson. It could be a
trap, or a kamikaze. Let's see what we have first." He toggled the comm.
"Unidentified vessel! This is Captain Dulin of the Glory; we will send a
shuttle out to meet you. Cut drive and wait for rendezvous." "The Glory?"
said the voice, as if the name meant something. "Glory, I'm coming in."
The fighter accelerated.
Dulin spoke to the fighters. "Took, Obe, stop him!"
"Stop him?" came Took's voice. "You mean, blow him up?"
"You heard me," said Dulin. "He could be a kamikaze!"
"All right," said Took, with great reluctance. What if this guy was who he
said he was? Blowing up one of the greatest fighter pilots of all time
wouldn't be a great way for Took to end his day. He looked at the fighter
several dozen feet ahead of him, then looked down at his targeting
scanners... odd, the ship didn't show up.
Took looked up again, and understood why; in the short time he had taken
to check his scanners, the ship was had accelerated rapidly towards the
Glory.
"Speedy little bug," Took grunted. Took and his wingmen accelerated to
maximum speed. He lined up for a shot... even at this distance he should
still be able to hit the fleeing fighter... he squeezed the fire button,
and a ball of energy burst out... missing the aging ship.
By now Obe and Marsten and Marsten's wingman, Chang-Wha, were firing too,
and they were all missing. It was very odd; just as they aimed and put the
fleeing ship in their sites, it weaved, bob, or jittered to another
vector. After a half minute of worthless firing, Took reported, "Sorry
sir, he's out of effective range."
The fighter was by now about a full minute ahead of Took and almost at the
Glory.
"Tell laser gun crews to target and open fire!" ordered Dulin.
"Sir?" said the ops officer.
"Do it!" A hail of small caliber laser fire opened up on the old fighter
from the smaller caliber artillery on the Glory, designed specifically to
take out hostile fighters. But the unknown fighter turned and twisted in
every direction, avoiding several trails of laser fire, still heading
unstoppably into Bay Two.