||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 06:10:32 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
|Philip's entire fortune amounted to no more than eighteen-hundred pounds. |
live in Paris," said the Vicar firmly.
His expeditionary force was a mighty fleet that could have made a difference in the defense of Aiur against the Zerg; instead, for years they had wasted their time out here on the fringes of inhabited space. Koronis had nothing to show for it. With his three-fingered hand he held the long, colorful sash that designated his rank and office, a proud symbol that now seemed meaningless to him.
“All creatures of our God and King,” his mother sang. “Lift up your voice and hear us sing . . .”Ardo turned. “You mean . . . those two are . . .”
me is tottering.'with retorts, instruments for heating, huge test-tubes, and all manner ofArthur put out his hand angrily, as though to keep him back. The frown on
Cutter,Ardo thought as he ducked down another alley, trying desperately to keep up with Littlefield.He heard it before he saw it. The rockets leaped from the defensive towers. Merdith’s scream was obliterated by the wail of the high-speed thrusters clawing their way toward the Zerg. Ardo followed their trails to their targets: Mutalisks in droves were soaring over the mine perimeter, their numbers nearly blanking out the bright sky beyond. The rockets slammed into them, their bright blossoms burning into the creatures with deadly accuracy.The beasts began falling like a grotesque rain on the perimeter area. A few of them triggered mines of their own when they slammed into the ground, but Ardo noted with grim satisfaction that the mines were already recognizing these new targets as being dead when they landed and were saving themselves for better and more threatening targets.Ardo had no time to concern himself with Breanne’s fight, however. A leathery darkness of his own rushed toward him with impossible speed. He opened up with his own weapon, knocking it, too, out of the air. The creature refused to stop, however, and began writhing its way across the ruined floor. Ardo shredded its wings, blasting away at the membrane with deliberate effort. Some cool part of his mind took over, a part that he thought he would like to forget but that stepped forward now to save him when he needed it. Ardo ran as he fired, out of the alcove and toward his target. It continued to press toward him, relentless and heedless of the damage it was taking. Ardo continued to eat away at the creature’s wings.A few more feet should do it,he thought. Ardo stepped slightly to his left.