Did I give a suggestion or an order? I got your wing, ma'am. Picking up any com traffic, Baker Seven? No. Must be observing radio silence... except for short range frequencies. Baker Two, Three, and Four-- anything? Negative, chief. Nothing happening, boss. Scope's clear, boss. Possible hostile contacts... bearing three-zero-nine, local vector norton. All right, you losers, listen up. I got three confirmed targets... bugging that big Brown Dwarf down there. Confirm that. The middle one has a massive electromagnetic signature. All right, ladies, it's the concom. Deploy for attack. That's no concom. Abort! Baker Seven, you have no authority... over this mission or its personnel. Forget it, Baker One. These are supply ships left behind... by the Kilrathi battle group. The Tiger Claw is in danger. You are a civilian scout. Commander, I'm not a civilian. I hold the rank of Commodore in naval intelligence... reporting directly to Admiral Tolwyn. My call sign is Paladin. My security verification code is Charlie-six-alpha-zebra-niner. Try it, commander, now. Accessing. Commodore James Taggart, naval intelligence. Call sign: Paladin. Listen to me, Angel. If I'm wrong, you'll miss out... on taking a couple of freighters. But if I'm right... the Tiger Claw could already be under attack. The Claw is already in that radiation belt, boss. They couldn't radio for us even if they wanted to. Security check, alpha two... nothing to report in this quadrant. Everything is A-OK. Wait a minute. What the-- Who is breaking radio silence? Multiple targets inbound, sir. Battle stations! Launch all fighters! Battle stations. Battle stations. All fighters scramble. All fighters scramble. Get that deck clear! Get the safeties off those! Let's get those things in the air! You're fueled up. Opening hangar doors now. Delta Three... Launch! All fighters launched, sir. Sir! Shields up! All shields are engaged. I count three dozen Kilrathi star fighters... two destroyers, and one battleship, sir. That damn Taggart was right. Maybe he knew something we didn't. Stay on my wing. -Copy, Baker Leader. -I'm right behind you. -I'm on this one. -Get him off my tail! Torpedoes incoming. Brace for impact! Mr. Falk, give me a target. Target acquisition imminent. We've locked on to one of the destroyers, sir. Fire tubes one and two! Tracking two more torpedoes. Hard to port. Force shield suffering forty percent failure. Battery room reports a fire. I'm getting a dozen more targets behind the battleship. They're bringing in reinforcements. We should be flattered. Torpedo room report. Tubes three and four are damaged. Autoloaders are not operational. Captain, I'm getting a coded friend or foe... acknowledge from the new star fighters. It's Deveraux's wing. All right, ladies, let's do it. All rapiers except Maniac and Blair... engage those Dralthi. See ya later, Nugget. Watch your back, Rosie. Broadswords, follow me in. Maniac, Blair, cover us. Whoo-hoo-hoo! Nice shooting, Maniac. Buy one, get one free. OK, we've cleared a path for the bombers. Let's get back to the action. Roger that. Steady on course, Mr. Knight. The flak's too heavy. Let's launch now. Wait for them to launch a torpedo. They'll lower their shield just before. -I'm hit! -Almost there. Steady, my friend. Almost-- Hull breach, level three! Shields not functioning. Power at thirty percent. Sir! Sir! Steering loss, eighty percent. Medic to the bridge. Bogey on my six. Blair, help me out here. Blair, where the hell are you? I said, help me out here. Is that a suggestion or an order, ma'am? Definitely an order. Wait. The battleship's preparing to launch. She's going to finish off the Tiger Claw. Where's Paladin? No visual contact. Baker Leader... get your fighters clear of the pulse wave. Roger that. Maniac, Blair, return to ship. Yes, ma' ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Корабль чудовищ на английском - текст Двое - это слишком на английском - текст Тот самый Мюнгхаузен на английском - текст Мутанты Икс - Сезон 3 на английском - текст Баллада о солдате на английском |