"Dragons Dawn" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dragon Stories) »Screening probe reports, sir,« Sallah confirmed, »on two and
five.« Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Admiral Benden smile slightly. »This is sort of anticlimactic, isnґt it?« Paul murmured to Emily Boll as the latest reports flashed onto the screens. Arms folded across her chest, she hadnґt moved since the probes had been launched, except for an occasional twiddling of fingers along her upper arms. She lifted her right eyebrow in a cynical twitch and kept her eyes on the screen. »Oh, I donґt know. Itґs one more procedure which gets us nearer the surface. Of course,« she added dryly, »weґre sort of stuck with whateverґs reported, but I expect we can cope.« »Weґll have to, wonґt we?« Paul Benden replied a trifle grimly. The Trip was one-way -- it had to be, considering the cost of getting over six thousand colonists and supplies to such an out-of-the-way sector of the galaxy. Once they reached Pern the fuel left in the great transport ships would be enough only to achieve and maintain synchronous orbit above their destination while people and cargo were shuttled down to the surface. To be sure, they had homing capsules that would reach the headquarters of the Federated Sentient Planets in a mere five years, but to a retired naval tactician like Paul Benden, a fragile homing capsule did not offer much in the way of an effective backup. The Pern expedition was composed of committed and resourceful people who had chosen to eschew the high-tech societies of the Federated Sentient Planets. They expected to manage on their own. And though their destination in the Rukbat system was rich enough in ores and minerals to support an agriculturally based that it should escape the greed of the technocrats. »Only a little while longer, Paul,« Emily murmured, her voice reaching his ears alone, »and weґll both be able to lay down the weary load.« He grinned up at her, knowing that it had been as difficult for her as it had been for him to escape the blandishments of technocrats who had not wished to lose two such charismatic war heroes: the admiral who had prevailed in the Cygni Space Battle, and the governor-heroine of First Centauri. But no one could deny that the two were the ideal leaders for the Pern expedition. »Speaking of loads,« she went on more loudly, »Iґd better be there to referee my team now the reports are coming in. I suppose specialists have to consider their own disciplines the most important ones, but such contentiousness!« She stifled a groan, then grinned, her blue eyes twinkling in her rather homely face. »Just a few more days of talking, and itґll be action stations, Admiral.« She knew him well. He hated the interminable debate over minor points that seemed to obsess those in charge of the landing operation. He preferred to make quick decisions and implement them immediately, instead of talking them to death. »Youґre more patient with your teams than I am,« the admiral said quietly. The last two months, as the three ships had decelerated into the Rukbat system, had been made tedious with meetings and discussions which seemed to Paul to be nit-picking over procedures that had been thoroughly |
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