"Douglas Hill - The Last Legionary 02 - Deathwing over Veyna" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hill Douglas)

small, winged beings who communicated telepathically. Glr herself, Keill soon
found, had special qualities of her own - among them a boundless curiosity and
an unquenchable sense of humour.
Glr became Keill's friend and companion when he left the Overseers" asteroid.
Now she was at the controls of his ship, immensely distant, yet in contact
with his mind through her telepathic power, which had no limits in space. She
was also his only link with the Overseers - for they had kept the position of
the asteroid a secret even from Keill, for fear that he might fall into the
hands of their enemy, the Warlord, and be forced to betray them.
Keill and Glr had already had one encounter with forces of
the Warlord, and had defeated them. And in doing so Keill had learned a
valuable fact. The Warlord's most important agents were organized into a
special elite force, whose leader was known only as "The One'. Many of its
members came from the Altered Worlds, planets where mutations had taken place
among the human inhabitants. But all of the members of that force, mutants or
not, were skilled and powerful, and as malignantly evil as their Master. The
nature of that force was revealed by its name - the Deathwing.
Beneath him, the ground-car's rumble altered, jolting Keill out of his
memories. The big man called Groll, at the controls, had been guiding it
through a winding series of gullies and low ravines. Now he had aimed it
towards a low, fiat slope, increasing its power. The wheels skidded slightly
on the smeared blue substance, and Keill glanced down at it.
It was, he knew, a simple lichenous form of vegetation. It was also why he was
there.
Because of that harmless lichen, war was brewing in this cold, rocky place. A
war that showed all the signs of the insidious, poisonous influence of the
Warlord.
Which meant that somewhere, sometime - perhaps very soon - Keill Randor would
once again come face to face with the Deathwing.
The ground-car roared up to the top of the low ridge, and had begun its plunge
down the far slope when Groll urgently brought it to a jerking, sliding halt.
Beyond the foot of the slope, from a broad, low area like a vast shallow basin
widun the rocks, rose a massive structure. It was cylindrical and flat-topped,
resembling an enormous drum - some eight storeys high, with a frontage at
least three hundred metres wide. Windows gleamed at regular intervals in its
sturdy plasticrete walls, and at its base, between huge supporting buttresses,
were wide openings that were more like loading bays than doorways.
On top of the building was a landing pad for spacecraft, on which was resting
the bulbous oval shape of a cargo shuttle ship. Around the edge of the roof
was a series of unsightly humps that Keill recognized as reinforced gun
emplacements.
The weapons within them were heavy-duty laser cannon. And they were firing.
The building was under attack.
High in the yellow sky a silvery dart-shape veered and plunged. A one- or
two-person fighter, Keill saw, with what seemed to be a skilled hand at the
controls - and with more advanced weaponry than the out-dated lasers of the
defenders. It was the crackling blast of an ion-energy gun that spat from the
slender ship's nose as it dived towards the huge building.
Gobs of molten plasticrete exploded from the flat roof, within dangerous
metres of the exposed shuttle ship. The silvery shape flashed over, curving