It's four thousand kilometers out, coming straight for the Docks. Wail. We're ruined." Unauthorized flight close to the Docks was cause for confiscation. Somehow Ravna didn't think it mattered anymore. "Is there any sign of attack?" she said over her shoulder. She eased Pham's head back, made sure he had a clear breathing passage. Random rustling between the Skroderiders. Greenstalk: "Something is strange. We have service suspension on the main transceivers." So Old One is still transmitting? "The local net is very clogged. Much automation,
复件 (18) air max, many employees being called to special duty." Ravna rocked back. The sky was night dark, punctuated by a dozen bright points of light -- ships guiding for the Docks. All very normal. But her own dataset was showing what Greenstalk reported. "Ravna, I can't talk right now." Grondr's clickety voice sounded out of the air beside her. This would be his associate program. "Old One has taken most of Relay. Watch out for the Emissary Device." A little late, that! "We've lost contact with the surveillance fence beyond the transceivers. We are having program and hardware failures. Old One claims we are being attacked." A five second pause. "We see evidence of fleet action at the domestic defense boundary." That was just a half light-year out. "Brap,
mbt tembea black!" From Blueshell. "At the domestic defense boundary,
Dre Beats by Lady Gaga (Bright Chrome) High Performance In-E! How could you miss them coming in?" He rolled back and forth, pivoted. Grondr's associate ignored the question. "Minimum three thousand ships. Destruction of transceivers immin --" "Ravna, are the Skroderiders with you?" It was still Grondr's voice,
monster beats, but more staccato, more involved. This was the real guy. "Y-yes." "The local network is failing. Life support failing. The Docks will fall. We would be stronger than the attacking fleet, but we're rotting from the inside.... Relay is dying." His voice sharpened, clattering, "but Vrinimi will not die, and a contract is a contract! Tell the Riders, we will pay them ... somehow, someday. We require ... plead ... they fly the mission we contracted. Ravna?" "Yes. They hear." "Then go!" And the voice was gone. Blueshell said, "OOB will be here in two hundred seconds." Pham Nuwen had calmed, and his breathing was easier. As the two Riders chittered back and forth, Ravna looked around -- and suddenly realized that all the death and destruction had been reports from afar. The beach and the sky were almost as placid as ever. The last of the sun's rays had left the waves. The foam was a dim band in the low green light. Here and there, yellow lights glowed in the trees and the farther towers. Yet the alarum had clearly spread. She could hear datasets coming on. Some of the beach fires guttered out, and the figures around them ran into the trees or drifted upwards,
复件 (5) air max1, headed for farther offices. Now starships floated up from their berths across the sea, falling higher and higher till they glittered in the departed sunlight. It was Relay's last moment of peace. A patch of glowing dark spread across the sky. She gasped at light so twisted it should have gone unseen. It shone more in the back of her head than in her eyes. Afterwards she couldn't think what made it objectively different from blackness. "There's another,
mbt staka dawn!" said Blueshell. This one was near the Decks' horizon, a blot of darkness perhaps a degree across. The edges were an indistinct bleeding of black into black. "What is it?" Ravna was no war freak, but she'd read her share of adventure stories. She knew about antimatter bombs and relativistic KE slugs. From a distance such weapons were bright spots of light, sometimes an orchestrated flickering.
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