"Jack McKinney - Robotech 04 - Battlehymn" - читать интересную книгу автора (McKinney Jack)

Is that clear?"
She tried to sound calm but knew that he would see through it. Khyron
glared at her.
"Don't play games with me, Azonia. That ship grows stronger day by day,
while we sit and do nothing."
"Khyron-"
"Your meddling in my plans allowed the Micronians to reach their
homeworld. But it is not too late to undo the damage you've done. Destroy them
now!"
"Enough!" she screamed at the screen. But he paid her little heed. An
angry sweep of dismissal with his arm, bared teeth, and he was gone. The
projecbeam compressed to a single horizontal line and vanished, but Azonia
tried to raise him nevertheless.
"Khyron, come in, Khyron! Come in at once!"
Too late. She leaned forward to steady herself on stiffened arms, palms
still flattened against the com buttons. She knew him well enough to fear him,
but it wasn't fear that was threatening to overcome her. These were darker
feelings, utterly devoid of light, far worse than fear. And suddenly she
recognized what it must be: Commander in Chief Dolza had relieved Breetai of
his command, had entrusted her with the mission to retrieve Zor's ship, and
she had failed him.
Failed him!
Just then Miriya was admitted to the bridge, and Azonia felt a glimmer
of hope. If anyone could help her deal with Khyron, it would be Miriya, the
Zentraedi's most skilled pilot. But Azonia was soon to learn that Khyron had
already undermined these plans also.
"I'm glad that you're here," Azonia said to welcome the female ace.
"Commander Khyron is jeopardizing our mission. I'm going to need your help to
keep him in line."
Miriya lowered her gaze. "Commander, I..."
Azonia approached her with concern. "Miriya, what's wrong? Out with it."
"I have come to request your permission to enter the dimensional
fortress...as a spy."
Azonia was shocked. "Micronized?!"
"Yes. I have been studying the enemy's language, and I am confident that
my presence will profit our cause."
"But why? Why would our finest pilot want to become a Micronian? You're
not making sense!"
"Please, Commander, I have no choice."
"Nonsense! Tell me. I order you."
Miriya's deep green eyes flashed; she tossed back her mane of thick hair
and glared at Azonia.
 "I have been defeated in battle...bested by a Micronian, an
insignificant bug! I must find and destroy that pilot. Until then I'm of use
to no one. You must permit me, Commander, for the glory of the Zentraedi."
Defeat! thought Azonia. Failure! What was to become of their once
glorious race?

Khyron wasted no time putting his attack plan into effect. Moments after
breaking contact with Azonia he was on his way to the cruiser's Battlepod