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. FORBES: The Claw is already in that radiation belt, boss. They couldn't radio for us even if they wanted to. PILOT: 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. GERALD: Battle stations! Launch all fighters! Battle stations. Battle stations. P.A: All fighters scramble. All fighters scramble. Get that deck clear! MAN: Get the safeties off those! Let's get those things in the air! [Men shouting] MAN: You're fueled up. Opening hangar doors now. Delta Three... Launch! All fighters launched, sir. GERALD: Sir! WILSON: Shields up! OBUTU: 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. PILOT: 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. FALK: 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. [Beeping] OBUTU: 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. FALK: 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. MARSHALL: Whoo-hoo-hoo! BLAIR: Nice shooting, Maniac. Buy one, get one free. DEVEREAUX: OK, we've cleared a path for the bombers. Let's get back to the action. MARSHALL: Roger that. Steady on course, Mr. Knight. PILOT: The flak's too heavy. Let's launch now. TAGGART: Wait for them to launch a torpedo. They'll lower their shield just before. -I'm hit! -Almost there. TAGGART: Steady, my friend. Almost-- OBUTU: Hull breach, level three! Shields not functioning. Power at thirty percent. GERALD: Sir! Sir! Steering loss, eighty percent. GERALD: 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. BLAIR: Is that a suggestion or an order, ma'am? DEVERAUX: Definitely an order. Wait. The battleship's preparing to launch. She's going to finish off the Tiger Claw. BLAIR: Where's Paladin? No visual contact. Baker Leader... get your fighters clear of the pulse wave. DEVERAUX: Roger that. Maniac, Blair, return to ship. BLAIR: Yes, ma'am. Au revoir, mes amis. MARSHALL: Hey, Forbes, you wanna go bury some Kilrathi? Hmmph. Like you have to ask. CONTROL: All craft return to ship immediately. I repeat-- all craft return to ship. DEVERAUX: All right, ladies. You heard the man. Maniac? MARSHALL: What about my needs? DEVERAUX: Maniac, Forbes, return to the ship. You copy me? They're trying to ram. They obviously don't want to play nice. Now, does that take balls, or what? MARSHALL: Yeah. It's not bad. It's not bad for a woman... but watch how a man handles this. FORBES: What are you doing, Maniac? MARSHALL: I'm gonna finish this argument once and for all... 'cause this... This takes balls. FORBES: Maniac. Open fire. Shoot him. You better open fire, or I will. MARSHALL: It's all in the timing. It's my shot. Come on. My shot. No! Shit! Pull up, Rosie! Rosie, pull up! Pull up! Rosie, can you hold her? I could fly this thing and cook you breakfast. ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст На экзамене-то я провалился... на английском - текст Русский ковчег на английском - текст В созвездии быка на английском - текст Багдадский вор на английском - текст Детская ревность на английском |