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to a fleet that would let Edwards return to Earth in glory and conquer it.
Once the Zentraedi had been eliminated, it would be time to do away with
the bothersome Sentinels. And soon, Minmei would be his wife and rule at his
side, an empress over whole planets but his own obedient chattel.


CHAPTER THREE
The place was called Haydon IV, but nobody was able to explain why. It was the
third planet out from its primary, so that explanation was null and void.
There was no record or myth that gave a clue.
Odd, though; it was the fourth planet the Sentinels were to fight on-Tirol
being an REF show.
Oh well. Coincidences were for the scientists; we troopies were just there to
shoot V salute.
Susan Graham, from the narration to her documentary film, Protoculture's
Privateers: SDF-3, Farrago, Ark Angel, Sentinels, and the REF

Like schools of deadly fish, the fiery defensive vortices of Haydon IV
plastered themselves to the Veri-tech, glowing brighter and brighter, burning
fiercely at the fighter's shields.
"They mean to roast us alive!" Bela said grimly; Jack knew that tone in
her voice, the one she took when she had her hand on her sword hilt.
He doubted that the energy defenses would actually do that, though; once
the shields went down, the end would be rather swift and spectacular. Even
now, the VTs were beginning to lose power; the final fall would be soon.
"Jan, can you spot any large bodies of water downstairs?" Maybe a swan
dive into a lake or ocean would short-circuit the vortices, or something.
But she was replying, "Negative. Jack, I'm losing flight control. My
instruments say these things are melding with the shields, becoming part of
them and making them rigid. Control surfaces are becoming immovable."
It was happening to him, too, and to Learna's ship. The energy was
forming a shell, and unless they could break it...
Then he yelped as a last, desperate solution occurred to him. "Listen
up, everybody! Separate fighters and go to Guardian-correction! Go to Battloid
mode, I say again, separate fighters and go to Battloid mode! Maybe we can
hatch outta these energy shells!"
The fighters were beginning to tumble and wobble; the mere act of
separating them under these conditions bordered on the suicidal. But Kami
followed Jack's countdown from her place in the Beta's pilot-seat and at his
mark they disengaged. The drubbing they got from the atmosphere almost smashed
the two ships into each other, but Jack and Kami fought their controls, imaged
through their thinking caps, and managed to get clear.
The fighters fought a terrible battle against the cocooning energy
fields-like chicks trying to break through their shells. The ships strained to
mechamorphose, to follow that central and perhaps most amazing trait of
Robotechnology.
Come on, come on, Jack urged his mecha silently. And at last there was
the sliding of components as the Alpha began folding and reconfiguring, its
shields following suit.
All at once the blazing inferno burst away from the Alpha in all