"Jack McKinney - Robotech 02 - Battle cry" - читать интересную книгу автора (McKinney Jack)

"Figured I'd find you here," Roy said with his mouth full. "Gotta get you back to the base
on the double, Little Brother."



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"Why, what's up?" Rick asked.

"We're on alert."

Rick was suddenly concerned. "Yeah, but what's that have to do with me?"

Roy licked his fingers. "Guess who's been assigned to my squadron?"

Rick was speechless.

Aunt Lena and Uncle Max stood together, worried looks behind the faint smiles. Minmei,
however, was ecstatic.

"Oh, Rick, thats wonderful!"

Like he'd just been awarded a prize.

Roy stood up and smiled. "Up and at 'em, partner."

Rick tried valiantly to return a smile that wasn't there.

The war had caught up with him again.




CHAPTER TWO

From the start it was inevitable that a cult should develop around the Veritech fighters. Like the
World War I aces, jet fighter jocks, astronauts, and computer linguists before them, the men who
were chosen to interact with the first by-product of Robotechnology considered themselves to be at
the cutting edge of human progress. And in a sense they were. For who before them had interfaced
with machines on such an intimate level? It was only fitting that they should form their own club
and speak their own language-call themselves "mechamorphs." They were continually borrowing and
applying mystic phrases from their Zen masters-those actually responsible for teaching the pilots
the essentials of meditative technique...You'd be walking around Macross in those days and hear
phrases like "dropping trou" and "standing upright" being tossed about-referring to
reconfiguration to Guardian mode and battloid mode, respectively. Pilots would talk to you about
your "thinking caps," the sensor-studded helmets worn, or about the thrill of "haloing" (fixing an
enemy on target in the mind's eye) or "alpha-bets" (gambling with yourself that you were deep
enough in trance for the mecha to understand you) or "facing mecha" (going into battle) or
"azending...