"J. Robert King - Invasion Cycle 01 - Invasion" - читать интересную книгу автора (King Robert J)

The blackness of chaos was shut out behind bright, sinuous
order. Fleeing cloud, clashing wave, cowering landтАФit
might have been the exact same spot they left.
"Coordinates," Gerrard asked gently.
"Working on it, Commander," Hanna answered, ship
plans cascading from her desktop as she noted new
magnetic readings.
Squee scrambled to gather the plans.
"They aren't ships," Sisay broke in from the helm. She
guided Weatherlight smoothly through racks of cloud.
"Ships would make only a momentary disturbance. Unless
they were continuously planeshifting in and out of the
same spot, it wouldn't be ships."
"Unless they were portal ships," Gerrard said in sudden
realization. He took the ship schematics from Squee,
unrolled one, and spread it on the console. It showed a
massive ship that seemed a crab claw opened wide. "When
these pincer portions here and here pivot downward, they
create a portal between them." He dragged the schematic
away and pointed at the three spots on the map. "Those are
huge aerial portals opening above Benalia. We're not
talking about three Phyrexian ships. We're talking about
hundreds pouring out of three separate portals."
Despite the flurry of paper on her work space, Hanna
finished her calculations. "We're twelve hundred miles
southwest of Benalia City."
Sisay hissed, "Even at top speed, it would take us nearly
two hours to get there."
Tahngarth pounded his palm with his fist. "The
Phyrexian ships are already coming across."



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 Invasion

"Pinpoint the center of one of the disturbances," Sisay
ordered. "If we strike the umbrella in the exact center,
maybe we won't be shunted aside. Maybe we can break
through."
Eyebrows furrowing, Gerrard said, "You think
Weatherlight's got it in her?"
"I know she does," Sisay replied.
Gerrard shrugged. "She's your ship."
Leaning to the speaking tube, Sisay said, "Karn, what
do you think? One more planeshift, down the center of one
of those things?"
The response seemed to come from the ship herself.
"One more. We can do one more."
"Coordinates locked, Captain," Hanna reported as she