"Jack McKinney - Robotech 03 - Homecoming" - читать интересную книгу автора (McKinney Jack)

knew the general location of the battle fortress's bridge and worked their way
in that direction, since the ship's nerve center was something the Zentraedi
wanted very much to know about.
As the motley trio peeked out from concealment, they heard a very strange
and appealing sound, something none of them had ever heard before. It was human;
Konda wondered if it was some alien form of singing, even if it didn't sound
very military.
The sound was coming in their direction. They yanked themselves back out
of sight. The oddly interesting sound stopped, and the spies heard human female
voices.
"Where d' you want to go tonight, Sammie?"
There was the sound of slender shoe heels clicking along the deck. The
human females were coming their way, so the spies drew back even deeper into
darkness.
"Oh, I don't really care, as long as I can get out of this uniform,"
Sammie answered.
"Mine feels like it'll be glad to get off me!" Vanessa said.
The Terrible Trio giggled together again; they'd been laughing with
delight ever since the relief watch had shown up on the bridge to give them a
brief taste of freedom. The hatch to a complex of enlisted ratings' quarters
compartments slid open for them and they entered. The hatch closed, shutting off
the giggles.
The accelerated course in human language the three spies had been given
let them understand the words perfectly, but the content was another question
entirely. "What did all that mean?" Konda wondered, rubbing feet that had been
made very, very cold by the deck plates.
Little Rico was thinking of a uniform wanting to get off somebody. Can
these creatures have sentient clothing? Perhaps with artificial enhancements?
That would indicate a supreme control of Protoculture! "It seems these
Micronians have some great powers."
"Micronians" had always been a derogatory Zentraedi term for small
humanoid beings such as Homo sapiens. Now, the spies weren't so sure that the
condescension was justified.
Bron nodded. "Well, let's keep watch and see what else we can find out."
It seemed like a very long time before the hatch reopened. The Terrible
Trio emerged, each dressed for a night on the town in a different, fetching
outfit. They laughed and joked, going off in the opposite direction, leaving the
very faint but heady fragrance of three perfumes in the passageway.
"Different clothes!" Rico exclaimed softly. With different powers,
perhaps, specialized for a particular mission?
"I know!" Bron said with a certain surprising emphasis.
"Do these people change uniforms every time they do something?" Konda
posed a tactical question:
But why, then, did the clothes all look different? The spies somehow knew
what they'd just seen weren't uniforms. But how could the Micronians bear to
lose their identity by not wearing their uniforms? It was all too unsettling for
words.
Not to mention the fact that the three Micronian females looked and
sounded, well, somehow delightful. Beguiling. It was very puzzling. The three
looked at one another.