"Robert E. Vardeman - Battletech - Mechwarrior - Dark Age 03 - The Ruins Of Power" - читать интересную книгу автора (Vardeman Robert E)

days of Devlin Stone. Sergio had fought for Stone and had been one of the best MechWarriors in the
field. Although he played down his role, Sergio had been granted both his title and the governorship of
Mirach because of valor in combat.

Austin wished his father wouldnтАЩt dismiss that aspect of his life so much. These days, Sergio
concentrated on his philosophical side.

тАЬI want to see it again,тАЭ Austin said suddenly. He didnтАЩt have to tell his brother what he meant. Dale
knew.

тАЬWhy? It hasnтАЩt moved,тАЭ Dale replied. Then he grinned condescendingly. тАЬSure, why not? You deserve
a reward for a draw.тАЭ

тАЬDraw!тАЭ cried Austin. тАЬI beat you.тАЭ

тАЬDouble kill is a draw. Those are the sim rules.тАЭ

Arguing, the brothers threaded their way through the training structure and across the broad lawn outside
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to a parking lot. In their simulation it had been twilight and the ruddy sun had cast a faint, deceptive glow.
In reality, the huge red disk was rising in the east and growing warmer, hinting at a hotter-than-usual
spring morning. Two of MirachтАЩs four moons, the smaller Arit and Batn, transited its face.

Austin swung into the car and started the engine. Dale joined him on the passenger side. The sim training
facility was at the far north of GovernorтАЩs Park, the thousand-hectare expanse holding most of what
Austin held dearest. Their destination required a drive.

Both he and Dale were officers in the First Cossack Lancers, an elite Republic Militia unit that had been
placed under the BaronтАЩs command to honor his service with Devlin Stone. Their barracks shone in the
morning sun a kilometer away from the training center at the northernmost boundary of the park, but
Austin headed elsewhere now. Surging upward through the wooded areas in the center of the park were
major governmental office buildings and the GovernorтАЩs office and residence, the Palace of Facets.
Before joining the First Cossack Lancers as a lieutenant, junior grade, Austin had lived there. But his
father had usually been occupied with planetary governance, and all too often, Austin had not been
included in his older brotherтАЩs plans.

Austin had come to prefer exploring the vast, well-maintained museum, located at the southwestern
corner of the park, near the major roads leading to MirachтАЩs capital city, Cingulum, ten kilometers away.
Austin turned onto the road leading around the perimeter of the park while Dale rattled on and on about
the fight, claiming moral victory if not computer-granted triumph. The manicured meadows and carefully
cultivated forests rushed past unnoticed, as did traffic on the road. Austin was focused on reaching the
museum.

They arrived at the sprawling, glass-and-steel-fronted Museum of Modern Mirach after a twenty-minute
drive, left the car in the parking lot, and walked up the broad concrete pathway to the high, polished steel
doors. Just inside was the soaring main rotunda, with branching corridors leading deeper into the