"Michael Stackpole "The Bacta War"" - читать интересную книгу автора"I can hit from this range."
Iella came forward carefully, ducking as a fleeing Vratix leaped past. At the edge of the terrace, she saw the troopers moving into the village, shooting into the doorholes on the ground level. Scarlet backlighting sometimes silhouetted a Vratix form. More often than not it seemed as if the blaster-fire started the tower's lower rooms burning. There is no searching, this is just a mission to destroy this place. Angered beyond the point of caring about anything, Iella rose from her crouch and began shooting at targets. Elscol rose up beside her, laying down a pattern of fire that sent the troopers scurrying for cover. Iella looked over at her, and they both knew seasoned troops-real stormtroopers-never would have shied from blaster pistol fire. A few of the troop-ers were down and still, and yet more thrashed in pain on the ground. Iella wanted to feel compassion for them, but their cries for help were her greatest ally. If the wounded infect the rest with a desire to avoid death, they'll break and run. At the same time she acknowledged that the troopers' running was her only chance at survival. Iella ducked down as scattered return fire headed in her direction. She popped a fresh power pack into her blaster pistol and pressed her back against the wall. Though the wall itself was smooth, Iella felt anything but placid at the mo- ment. "Well, we've gotten their attention so the Vratix can flee." Elscol ducked back beneath the edge of the wall. "You realize it's just a matter of time before they call for one of the starfighters to come back, don't you?" Iella slid further along the wall, then nodded. "I guess we finish them quickly, then." Elscol raised an eyebrow. "Your suggestion for Dlarit made me think you might Iella came up and triggered off two more shots before the troopers shifted their aim to shoot back at her. She dropped back down, uncertain if she'd hit anything and disturbed by what she saw. "Bad news. They've got a squad moving to flank us." The smaller woman shrugged as if Iella had reported she felt a light drizzle starting to fall. Elscol checked her power pack and smiled in the near silence that reigned in the village. "We can give up, or we can fight our way through them." "I don't see surrender as an option." "Nor me." Elscol tucked a lock of brown hair behind her left ear. "On three we're over the wall to the last terrace. We go forward, take some shots, then over again and at them." "Frontal assault?" Iella shook her head. "I may be dead and not know it, but I'm not crazy." "They're scared. We sprint to their line of cover, then we start vaping them close in. CorSec had to train you for that sort of fight and I've gotten used to it, too." Iella thought for a moment. From the base of the wall to the trees and rubble the troopers were using was only twenty-five meters. Shooting like mad to make them keep their heads down, it might just work. "I'm game." "Let's do it." Elscol rose into a crouch. "One, two, three!" With her left hand on top of the terrace wall, Iella came up and over, then dropped the eight feet to the next terrace. She hit, rolled, and sprinted to the next edge. She vaulted it in tandem with Elscol and landed solidly. She shoved |
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