"McCay, Bill - Stargate Retaliation" - читать интересную книгу автора (McCay Bill)right on the mark. The million-light-year transition from portal to portal was a
hellish rush, combining mind-warping geometry with the bruising punishment of a trip over Niagara Falls-without a barrel. But no matter the general's condition when he emerged, he would find a picture-perfect reception party. A glimmer of extradimensional energy gathered at the focus of the Abydos StarGate, congealing into a shining vortex of force that spewed from the torus of carved golden crystal to the accompaniment of a low, thrumming harmonic. Then the energy interface settled in the gleaming golden ring. It looked like soapy water stretched across a fifteen-feet bubble wand, or a reflection of rippling waters. A silhouette darkened the iridescent energy field. Sergeant Skinner leapt in front of his men and shouted, "Ten-hut!" The honor guard snapped to attention, presenting arms. Off to his left, Skinner heard the local commandнer, Colonel Jack O'Neil, bitching to his aide, "Where the hell is Jackson? He's supposed to be here-" O'Neil's words were cut off at the appearance of the new arrival. The hulking shape erupting from the lens of energy didn't look like a general. It was only quasi-human, a tall hawk mask of golden crystal rising from its shoulders. The figure charged with a spear-like weapon leveled as four more masked figures apнpeared from the StarGate. Skinner trained his rifle when he realized with horнror that the guard was strictly ceremonial. To avoid the embarrassment of accidentally shooting a VIP, the M-16 rifles were empty of ammunition. Frantically clawing a full magazine from a web pouch, the sergeant shouted, "Lock and load! Fire at will!" his men before they were even in firing position. Prior to entrusting himself to the unearthly paths of the StarGate, Khonsu had forced himself through the requisite muscular and breathing exercises. Millennia of experience had taught the Horus guards how to minimize the effects of a translation through the inhuнman geometries between gates. Khonsu knew that every second would count when they arrived on Abydos. He and his companions had to be combat ready the instant of their arrival. When he erupted through the Abydos side of the StarGate, Khonsu was every inch the avenging Horus guard. He found the sentinels on the other side standнing rigidly before him, like targets. His blast-lance took out three men in the middle of the guards' skirmish line almost before the Earthlings had adjusted to his appearance. Even as he fired, Khonsu charged the line of warriors dressed in colors of dust and dung. The Earthlings were torn, unable to believe a single attacker was engaging them. Their weapons wavered from Khonsu to the masked warriors materializing beнhind him, expecting a larger attack. Now Khonsu was through their line, covering the entrance to the chamber. Shouting in their uncouth tongue, some of the warriors turned, bringing their weapons to bear. Others, the ones apparently operatнing the portal, leapt for weapons stowed uselessly too far from their positions. Khonsu ignored the furor, guarding the only entrance to the chamber. His compatriots would handle the warders. His part was to keep reinforcements from arriving. "No inspection-ready unit has ever passed combat." That old piece of barracks |
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