"Mary Ann Steele - Warrior Woman - The Forge of a Legend" - читать интересную книгу автора (Steele Mary Ann)Captain sought to master the anger inseparable from the fierce delight
engendered by the victory. His joy outweighing his wrath, Sean wordlessly squeezed Morgan's shoulder, prompting that exhausted warrior to smile with manifest satisfaction at his first cousin. Behind the five swordsmen whose prowess at wielding those gleaming blades in hand-to-hand combat exceeded that of any of their subordinates, two other members of Signe's core staff now appeared. Theo and Jassy took no time out in which to gloat over the magnitude of the victory. The two veteran combatants detached massive electronic handweapons from slings at their waists, pulled off goggles equipped with imagers for aiming the bulky devices, and issued orders to the men and women threading their way through piles of dead, searching for any survivors: friends or foes. The victory culminating a bitter revolt spanning a decade of Earthyears produced no tumultuous rejoicing. The victors stoically set about the nerve-wrenching task of clearing the final battleground. An hour later, two husky Gaean corpsmen strode by their captain bearing the last of the fallen. Indifferently tailored slate blue uniforms clinging damply to perspiring bodies exuded a pungent aroma, offering Theo tangible evidence that the adjustment of the fabric had long since failed. Bleak gray eyes followed the pair hustling the black-garbed corpse towards its destination: the refrigerated antechamber where it would lie waiting its turn in a We ought to hold a brief mass memorial for the Columbian dead , the scholar-turned-warrior reflected, struck of a sudden with overwhelming conviction. Those Third Corpsmen fought with fanatical valor until the last man fell. If they granted no mercy, neither did they beg for any. I'll see that they aren't simply incinerated like non-recyclable offal. A mind contemplative by nature stilled the impulse prompting an active, compact body to hasten down the deck defiled by rusty smears, and join in the work of clearing barricades from passageways in the habitat below. The historian in Theo objected, demanding that this moment not pass without comment by an intellect schooled to analyze the significance of epochal changes in human affairs. Staring unseeing into the distant reaches of the cavernous corridor, the veteran officer recalled the twenty-hour span constituting all the warning of imminent attack afforded the horrified civil leaders of the citizenry scattered over thirty-nine inhabited planetoids within the Gaean Group. A student of logic applauded the prodigies of organization achieved on Main World after Sigurd and his Council of Ministers deduced that a peace-loving society--one possessing no means of retreat and little of offense--faced invasion by a heavily armed force led by a Columbian military careerist. That enemy, bent on conquest, the Gaean leaders accurately judged to be motivated by a compelling lust for power allied to elemental greed. |
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