"Andrew J. Offutt - Spaceways 17 - The Carnadyne Horde" - читать интересную книгу автора (Offutt Andrew J)

interiorly with a thousand giant hammers. She watched the bits of slag glow in
hues from white to yellow to orange to dull red, while surrounding stars
seemed to fade and vanish. She smiled with grim pleasure and felt the warmth
between her lithe thighs grow to fiery levels. Slowly she rotated her hips,
clamped and eased her thighs, to send the lovely sensations coursing through
her. 14 No survivors, she thought, and her hands drifted over to squeeze her
own breast, with force. No lackey worms left alive! How delicious! How...
erotic! She tightened the straps of the master's chair (the only chair in the
con-cabin) and rubbed against the seat even harder, squeezing her thighs
together until they trembled with the delightful strain. In the null-G, her
long black, black hair whipped about her wide shoulders. Her smile formed a
cruel, blood-red slash between her wide lips. Bits of slag end-over-ended
about her, drifting, adding to the surprisingly great mass of matter that
cluttered the so-called "void" of space. Abraxis and its crew will not rest in
peace, she thought, but drift forever in pieces. The thought sent a new surge
of welcome sensual delight all through her. She inslotted a navigation
cassette containing instructions to SIPACUM for the trip to her next
destination-Mirjam- and a well-paying but undiscriminating dealer in
unregistered goods. She swept her gaze over the glittering jewels of the
freighter's demise, and she was feeling good. Death to you, TransGalactic
Ordure! And your toadying freighters. Her long eyelids closed, their long
lashes jet fans on her cheeks, barely fluttering beneath the narrow epicanthic
folds... which Tura ak Saiping had added herself, along with her name. And
along with her declaration of war on TGO and its uniformed arm, TGW. And its
so-necessary freighters. SIPACUM pingged twice, indicating ninety seconds to
tachyon conversion and faster-than-light travel. Time enough. Her hand snaked
down to her loins to finish what her destroying Abraxis had
commenced. 2 Always and ever the government and its rulers and operators have
been considered above the general moral law.... Service to the State is
supposed to excuse all actions that would be considered immoral or criminal if
committed by "private" citizens. -Murray N. Rothbard, For a New
Liberty Marekallian Eks was ready to bash heads together. The Outreacher sat
in a conference chamber as austere and functional as a prison lunchroom.
Throughout the green and beige enclosure squatted unimposing chairs and
 Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html



tables. Nearly a hundred people sat or stood, listening to the current
speaker. Marekallian Eks listened, too, with blatantly evident impatience. If
there were any place else in the Galaxy he could have been, he would have been
there rather than at this meeting of the Council of Ninety-Three. He would
much rather have been engaging in his Mindrunning activities, bringing
technology to the people of Protected planets, boosting their intelligence
(and looting their temples). * Only his hatred of TGO brought Marekallian Eks
to this alliance of financiers, smugglers, manufacturers and idealists; and
kept him involved as its foremost activist. The speaker-a banker from
Samanna-droned on in a *As in SPACEWAYS #13, Jonuta Rising! 15 16 gratingly
nasal tone about the predacious behavior of TGW s "fee" collectors on his
native planet. "They are nothing more than gangsters, collecting their