"MOESTA, KEVIN J. ANDERSON REBECCA - DIVERSITY ALLIANCE" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moesta Rebecca)

eyes kept watch on the cargo vessels, fleet skimmers, security
shuttles, and scout drones she and Bornan Thul had assembled for their
business.
Now, with the disappearance of her husband, all responsibility for
Bornaryn Trading rested on her shoulders. Aryn turned to her
brother-in-law, who stood beside her on the deck of the Tradewyn. Tyko
Thul was a powerful merchant who had made his fortune in droid
manufacturing. Though he was a calculating and sometimes pompous man,
she was glad of his support during this time of crisis.
"Is there any word yet on my husband?"
Aryn asked. "A coded message perhaps?
We must find some trace of him soon."
Tyko scratched his short blond hair with one hand, and his shrewd
hazel eyes narrowed in concentration. "No, Aryn--there's been no sign
of Bornan. He has simply disappeared." A frown creased his round
face, so deeply that furrows appeared in his rosy cheeks and his chin.
"I don't know if this is a new kind of scam he's pulling, or what
he hopes to gain . . . but I wish he'd make some sort of contact with
us."
Aryn paced the deck of the flagship, looking out the broad
windowports at two of the heavily armed security starfighters dashing
back and forth, crisscrossing the convoy perimeter to guard against
external attack.
"You're so skeptical, Tyko," she said. "I don't think it's
anything of the sort. Bor nan's been kidnapped, or hurt . . . or even
killed."
Tyko shook his head. "I'm being skeptical?
At least I'm thinking he might still be alive and all right. I
know my brother, Aryn. He's probably run across something valuable and
wants to keep it all for himself."
"Not Bornan," Aryn said, her blue eyes flashing with anger.
"I'm positive that someone has taken him, and I'm certain we're
all in danger. The whole family."
Tyko placed a fleshy hand on his sister-in-law's shoulder,
squeezing it in a vain attempt to reassure her. "If I didn't believe
you might be right, Aryn, I'd never have left Mechis III to be here
with you. It's taken me a long time to get the droid manufacturing
facilities up and running there again, you know. I think they're all
fully functional now. That strange programming glitch Mechis III
suffered during Imperial days has been completely purged from the
system, so I suppose my assistants can handle it, for the moment."
He gave her a small smile. "I'd rather be here with you and the
fleet . . . where it's safe."
Tyko went to a console to study their random flight path as one of
the private security guards marched onto the observation deck. "Excuse
me, Lady Aryn," the guard said, clearing his throat. "We've been at
these coordinates for as long as we feel it's advisable."
She sighed. "Thank you, Kusk. Time for another hyperspace jump,
then?"
Kusk nodded. "Yes, if you intend to keep the location of our