"Jack McKinney - Robotech 10 - Invid Invasion" - читать интересную книгу автора (McKinney Jack)

distance.
"Saw two, swatted same," Scott told Marlene over the com net, a confident tone returned to
his voice. The Invid were falling back on all sides.
"Good job, Commander," Gardner congratulated him before Marlene had a chance to speak.
"Signal your team to begin their atmospheric approach. Our thermal energy shields are already
seriously drained."
"Roger," said Scott, at the same time waving the chain-gun to signal his wingmen. "We'll
escort you through."
Scott saw the transport's thrusters fire a three-second burst, realigning the ship for its
slow descent. He sat back and punched up orbital entry calculations inn the data screen, fed these


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over to the autopilot, and returned his attention to wide-range radar. Suddenly Marlene was on the
net again, alerting him to a unit of bandits moving against him at four o'clock. He glanced over
his shoulder and glimpsed them even as their signatures were registering on the mecha's radar
screen.
"I see them," he answered her calmly.
Scott permitted the half dozen Invid to close in, enabling his onboard targeting computer
to get a fix on all of them. It was a calculated risk but one that paid off a moment later when
the Battloid's deltoid compartments opened and each launched a missile that homed in on its
target. Scott boostered himself away from the silent fireworks and rechecked the screen: There was
no sign of enemy activity.
"We're all clear, Commander," he reported, easing up the thinking cap's faceshield.
Gardner's face now flashed into view on the cockpit's small commo screen. "Scott! We must
try to slip through and hit Reflex Point before the Regis's drones have a chance to regroup.
Understood?"
"Roger Commander," Scott returned. At a signal from the HUD; he dropped the faceshield,
the inside surface of which was displaying approach vectors and numerical data. He opened the tac
net. "Our entrance azimuth is one-two-one-one...Reconfiguring for orbital deviation."
Scott armed the Veritech's shield after it had shifted mode and brought the fighter
alongside Gardner's descending transport. The hull temperature of his own ship was reaching
critical levels, and he reasoned that the same thing had to be occurring on the larger ship. A
glance told him he was correct and more. The underside of the command vessel was radiating an
intense glow that suggested an improper angle of approach. Scott waited for the vessel to correct
itself, and when it didn't, he went on the net.
"Recommend you recalculate entry horizon, Commander. The ship appears to be entering too
quickly."
"It can't be helped, Scott. We've got to put down. Our shields will never see us through
another attack."
"Sir, you'll never live to see another attack if you don't readjust your course heading,"
Scott said more firmly. "That ship wasn't built for this kind of gravitational pull. You're going
to tear her apart!"
Scott tried to suppress a mounting feeling of panic. He heard Marlene tell Gardner that
the reserve thermal energy shields were now completely exhausted. Gardner ordered her to engage
the retros.
Scott craned his neck to see if the retros were having any effect, his guts like a knot
pressing against his diaphragm. He saw something break free from the tail section of the