"Steve Gordon - Ensectoid 01 - The Ensectoid Invasion" - читать интересную книгу автора (Gordon Steve)to secure the defense of our homeworld!"
"Minister, our small fleet will be no match for the overwhelming force the Insectoids will throw at us-" "You're not paid to think, Admiral!" Novacan snapped. "I'm issuing a direct order for you to return immediately!" North paused a moment. "No." he said. It was obvious to everyone on the bridge that he omitted the "sir". "No? No what?" "No, we're not returning." "Admiral North, you are relieved of command! Captain Dulin!" "Sir?" said Dulin, stepping forward promptly. "You are to take command of the fleet and return to August immediately." "No sir!" said Dulin, just as promptly. "This is treason! You'll be vaporized for this!" "No," said North slowly. "What you and your administration have done is treason. You have lowered our guard and cost the lives of thousands of loyal sailors whose only fault was following your orders. We will no longer listen to yours." He turned as if to terminate connections. "Where are you taking your fleet? Are you going to run away? Coward!" Novacan spat. North turned back, murder in his eyes. "Yes, I'm a coward," he said slowly. "I've been giving the subject a lot President, and the Joint Chiefs when I had the chance. I'm a coward for not taking power when I should have. I was afraid of taking action. This is the result of my inaction. My inaction" He repeated it, for emphasis. "I don't know if we'll survive this, but if, by some miracle we do, I won't make the same mistake twice," he said, his voice deadly grim. "Goodbye, Minister, and try to take a kinder tone with your new Insectoid masters." He terminated communications. The bridge crew was speechless. North turned to Wren. "Are the fighters aboard yet?" he said quietly. "Another few minutes, sir." "Is the League network still up?" The comm officer checked, then nodded. "For the most part." The Insectoids hadn't yet gotten the chance to disrupt the League-wide communication network. "Activate the League wide network. Use our priority military code." "Online." North took a deep breath. He would now be addressing the senior military, political and administrative leaders and staff throughout the League. "This is War Admiral Norman North. A few hours ago, it appears that most if not all of the League fleet sent to the Vitalics armistice was destroyed |
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