"THUNDER" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rose Martin)

the player off. From what he'd read in the Guide, Funkotron was
anything BUT an ordinary world.
"Now arriving in the vicinity of Planet Funkotron," Katie Tanner
announced. "I'm getting an incoming transmission over subspace comm."
Chris opened his mouth. "And if you say 'on-screen,' I'll eject you, I
swear I will."
"Wouldn't think of it. Put it up."
The starboard comm screen lit up with a metal visage. Blaster!
"Hey, Mako! Long time no see!"
Katie popped up on the port monitor. "Blaster, nice to see you."
"Hey, it's _especially_ nice t'see _you_," Blaster replied with no
small enthusiasm.
"Don't leer," Chris coached. "It doesn't become you."
Katie's answer was a bit more direct. "You blasted piece of home
electronics, I'm gonna--"
"Drop it, Katie," Chris sighed. "Blaster, we're on our way in. ETA
is Very Soon."
"Yeah, I noticed. Hammer's planetside right now, but he'll be up
soon enough. Bring'er in t'th'main launch bay."
"I'm quite capable of bringing myself in, thank you very much," Katie
replied indignantly.
"Katie, shut up. Roger, wilco, Blaster. See you there."
"I'll be waitin'." One of his optics blinked off and back on in a
sort of a Cybertronian wink, and his image vanished.
"Oooooo, he makes me FURIOUS," Katie seethed.
Chris snickered. "I think it's kind'a cute."
"Oh, yeah? How would you like to be in my shoes and have Arcee
making a pass at you?"
Chris shrugged. "I'd go for it. I'm always open to fascinating new
experiences."
"I wanna new pilot!"

Hammer's Batwing was in the launch bay with the engines still hot,
and he and Blaster were waiting to welcome Chris back. Katie landed in
Gerwalk mode and let Chris climb out before switching to full Battloid.
Blaster stepped forward, arms open. "Hey, Katie!"
"Come within twenty meters of me and die horribly." She waved her
immense particle-beam rifle for emphasis.
"For you, babe, it just might be worth th'risk," Blaster grinned.
"Children, children, how many times do I have to TELL you?" Martin
interrupted. "NOT, IN, the HOUSE."
"Sorry, Hammer," Blaster and Katie said in unison.
Martin smirked. "That's better. I'll call the others in for a
conference."
"In here?" Chris asked. "The launch bay?"
"Why not? It's the easiest way to accommodate those of us who happen
to be over 40 feet tall," Martin replied. He stepped up to a wall
intercom, tapping its activation switch. "Attention, all hands --
though I suppose I'd rather have the ears listening -- this is your
ersatz Captain speaking. It's conference time again, and we're meeting