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tremendous firepower of her armored suit. On her first attack pass, she flamed
a Logan, and moments later a second. Behind her, Robotech harpies poured into
the opening she had made in the Ghosts' formation, unleashing missiles and
high-energy beams. The giant female warriors of the Quadronos, primed for
battle and having the advantage of surprise, began rolling up a fearsome kill
score at once.
Aboard his flagship, Commodore Renquist couldn't understand what was
going on at first. All he knew for sure was that there were frantic cries over
the Ghosts' tactical commo net, and that the computer displays showed the REF
fliers taking terrible losses.
After some moments, databanks matched up these new antagonists with file
information: Quadrono-powered armor suits containing forty-five and
fifty-foot-tall giantesses, clearly veterans of one of the Zentraedi's most
feared units.
"Impossible!" Renquist bit out. Those powered armor suits that were left
after the war had been adapted for mining, and all intelligence evaluations
agreed that the Zentraedi lacked the technical skill to refit them for
combat-at least, without Human help.
What Renquist didn't know-what the Zentraedi had chosen to keep to
themselves-was that a return to Fantoma and their former way of life had
resulted in a resurgence of their memories, the ones the Robotech Masters were
supposed to have submerged forever. The grueling mining operations forced a
reflowering of the Zentraedi innovative genius.
The Ghost Riders found themselves dogfighting with a swarm of
fire-breathing viragoes whose powered armor gave them a distinct edge. The REF
mecha were driven back, or simply blown out of existence. The Battlepods,
bringing up the rear, mopped up for the Quadronos and flew cover.
Male Zentraedi had a good deal to ponder, Breetai saw with some
satisfaction.
He had a commo channel opened to Renquist once again. "Commodore, I'll
offer you the chance to withdraw your forces and let us go our way in peace.
You can't win, you see."
Renquist was visibly shaken, all color gone from his face. The Ghost
Riders had been nearly wiped out, and he wasn't at all sure that the remaining
fliers would obey his orders.
But he knew what he could expect from Edwards if he went home in defeat.
"You alien monster! I'll see you in hell first!"
"Eventually, perhaps," Breetai conceded, and transmitted a signal to
Kazianna.
She darted right through the enemy interceptors and AA fire, as nimble
as the legendary Miriya herself, to close in on the cruiser's bridge. Too
late, Renquist realized what was happening. Before he could even give the
order to clear the bridge, Kazianna let go a tremendous blast at point-blank
range, penetrating the shields and bursting the vast curve of viewpane there.
Renquist and his trusted Ghost staff, and Edwards's personal security
men, were scorched and blackened, whirled headlong by the outrushing
atmosphere, the air flooding from their lungs in a mist despite their every
effort to hold it in.
Kazianna had already flung herself away from the cruiser rather than
follow up on her advantage. Breetai had no wish to inflict more casualties