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

"Incredible," Bron summarized.
"Uh, but what does it all mean?" Rico said with troubled brow.
Konda rubbed his jaw in thought. "They changed their clothes in that
compartment down there. So that means...we can get disguises!"
"Good thinking!" Bron cried.
"Let's go!" Rico exploded.
They dashed down the passageway, bare feet slapping the deck. After first
making sure nobody was still inside, they piled through the hatch together,
anxious to blend in with the Micronians. And though none of them admitted it to
the others, they were all thinking of those three intriguing Micronian females
but trying not to.
They'd had a previous close encounter with the human enemy, monitoring
SDF-1 transmissions that were confusing and puzzling but ever so fascinating.
What they'd seen was the swimsuit competition of the ship's Miss Macross
pageant. Though they hadn't been able to make head or tail of it, and neither
had Zentraedi intelligence analysts, the experience had made Rico, Bron, and
Konda eager to sign up for the spying mission.
Inside, various small subcompartments opened off a narrow central
passageway. The spies began searching through them, looking for garments that
might fit.
They approached the clothes tentatively, timidly. The human fabric
constructions seemed unthreatening enough, hanging there docilely; but if they
somehow incorporated Protoculture forces, there might be no limit to what they
could do. The threesome moved as carefully as if they were in the midst of a
pack of sleeping Dobermans.
When at last they worked up the nerve to actually touch a dangling cuff
and nothing catastrophic happened, the Zentraedi proceeded with more confidence.
A pattern emerged: The lockers in those quarters on the forward side of
the passageway tended to have rather recognizable clothing suited to normal
activities, even if the cut was a little strange. The ones on the aft side,
however, had frilly things, as well as trousers and the skirt-type uniforms the
females had worn, as well as more elaborate designs of the same undivided lower
garments.
After a lot of rummaging and trying on, Konda and Rico, now in human
attire, stepped back into the main passageway. Konda wore dark slacks and a
yellow turtleneck, settling the collar uncomfortably. Rico had found blue
trousers and a red pullover.
"Hey, Bron, let's get moving!" Rico called.
"This uniform is very unusual," Bron said, lumbering to catch up. "But
it's all I can find that fits me. I dressed to conform with a two-dimensional
image I saw in that compartment. What d' you think?"
Bron held out the hem of his pleated skirt, standing awkwardly in the
large pumps he'd found. His white silk blouse was arranged correctly, its fluffy
bow tie and the tasteful string of pearls exactly corresponding to the fashion
photo he'd seen.
"Y' look fine, Bron! Now, let's get started," Rico snapped. Bron looked
wounded.
Rico was edgy; he and the others had come aboard unarmed, since all
Zentraedi weapons were now far too big for them to handle or hide. They'd found
no Micronian weapons at all in the humans' personal quarters except those of a