"Linnea Sinclair - To Dance With Death" - читать интересную книгу автора (Sinclair Linnea)

But that moment had been critical. Marcus and the rest of Blue were destroyed.
Only Kyne and S'haviihr remained of White. She moved to regroup with them,
choking on anger and tears. And suddenly control of her ship was wrenched from
her hands. Her fighter's shields buckled under the impact of enemy fire.

She screamed, hearing Kyne's voice in her ears, calling her name. Her ship
tumbled ass-over-teakettle; sparks flashed from her instrument panel. She was
thrown around the cockpit, in spite of her safety harness.

"Mac!" Rho'kharis's voice was raw in her ears. "Use your manual stabilizers! Mac!
The manual stabilizers!"
"IтАФ can'tтАФreachтАФ!"

"You can! Damn it, girl, use them!"

"IтАФ" She lashed out with her arm. It was whipped against a bulkhead by the force
of the ship. Something tore her suit and into her skin.

"The stabilizers!" Rho'kharis shouted.

She was breathing rapidly, on the verge of hyperventilating. Her mouth tasted of
blood and something bitter and she squeezed her eyes shut as another explosion
tore through the cockpit. Warning sirens blared.

"Attitude Control has Failed. Attitude Control has Failed. Please institute Emergency
Procedures. Ship's structural integrity is threatened."

"Tam-sin!"

"Oh, hell." She tore at her safety harness, fumbling for the release catch. She
pitched violently forward, grabbing for the manual stabilizer bar as she did, forcing
it downwards. The lever snapped into position, breaking off in her hands. She was
still clutching the metal tube when she was slammed onto her back against the
control panel. Her helmet was wrenched from her head.

The small fighter's metal bulkheading groaned in protest.

"Attitude Control has Failed. Please insitute Emergency Procedures. Ship's
structural integrity now at maximum stress levels. Attitude Control..."

Something was buzzing in her ears. It bothered her. Her hand moved, as if through
molasses, to swat it away. It only buzzed louder.

"Fuck it," she murmured. She blinked her eyes open and found she was lying on
her back, staring down into the pilot's seat. She blinked again.

"Tamsin! Tamsin, can you hear me? Tamsin, do you copy?" continued the buzzing
noise.