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

"David!" said a pleasing but insistent voice.
A serious looking dark haired man continued to hack away at the soil
with
a hoe, listening to the birds chirp on... what was the name of the
planet?
Just beyond the edges of Alliance space, it only had a numerical
designation, but the man had been giving some thought to giving it a
name.
All in good time; with Amy, there was always time.
"David!" came Amy's voice, from the house he had built.
 The man dropped the hoe, sighing. He really didn't like leaving things
undone. But he never had been able to resist that voice.
He made his way back to the house, admiring the trees as he listened to
the birdsong. This planet was almost perfect, and probably, given it's
location just a dozen lightyears out from the frontier world of Orotis,
would eventually start to attract settlers in 20 or 30 years. Well, 20
or
30 years was a long time, and even then it was a big planet; He and Amy
would have it to themselves for a long, long time.
She leaned against one of the supports on the porch, squinting at him
in
the late afternoon light. He stared back at her, realizing he could
never
wish for a better sight.
"David, it's happened!" she said, pulling him by the arm and taking him
inside to the interstellar radio. The man listened to the babble of
reports. The Insectoids had destroyed the fleet. The Insectoids were
taking over. The Insectoids were landing on habitable worlds.
The man said nothing. In another time, another place, his first impulse
would be to hop into his fighter and blast off. But he had Amy, and Amy
had him, and they were alone, together, and what else really mattered?
He
said as much.
She looked at him oddly. "Aren't you worried that they'll come here?"
"This is an empty world," he said. "And it's a big galaxy. I'm sure
they'll have much better things to do with their time."
"But David, what if they come?" she said, pressing against him.
"Don't worry," the man said, wrapping his arm around her. "Probably
nothing will happen, not for years."
They came almost ten weeks later. The first inkling he had of it was
when
he heard the roar of the Insectoid scoutship touching down near the
house.
He was hunting in the forest when he saw it, and he started back to the
house on a run, his blaster drawn.
He heard the screams just as he reached the clearing, and saw Amy
lifted
up by the neck by one of the Insectoid troopers. There were four of
them,
and the other three quickly pointed their weapons at the man.