Robotech 05 - Force of Arms by Jack McKinney

Author:Jack McKinney [McKinney, Jack]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Del Rey
Published: 2010-12-26T04:00:00+00:00

The thoroughfares of Macross City were as confusing to Exedore as they had been to the spies. So much undisiplined, disorganized activity! So much aimless milling about! There seemed to be no point to a lot of it-all this gaping through display windows and strolling haphazardly. He wondered if it was some deceptive show that had been mounted for his visit.

And, of course, he averted his eyes from the males and females wandering the city holding hands or with arms around each other's waists. Of the tiny-model Micronians, the noisy, poorly regimented smallscales that the human called "children," Exedore could make neither head nor tail. Just seeing them gave him a shuddery feeling.

But he had to admit the ship was in a good state of repair, especially after two years of running battles with the warrior race. There would have been no hiding the damage in a Zentraedi ship, no fixing it. Intelligence reports had already indicated what Exedore saw evidence of all around him: The Micronians knew how to rebuild-perhaps how to create. It was an awesome advantage, a critical part of the war's equation.

Very few Micronians were in uniform; none of them appeared to be under close supervision.

"Why, this is our shopping district," Maistroff explained when Exedore asked.

"Ah, yes! I believe this is where you use something called money to requisition goods."

Maistroff scratched his neck a bit. "Um. That's not too far off, Minister."

They cruised along a broad boulevard, and Exedore suddenly broke out into a cold sweat and began to shudder. Maistroff sat up straight, wondering if something about the ship's life support was incompatible, but that was impossible.

Then he saw that Exedore, teeth clenched, was staring up at a billboard. The billboard advertised the Velvet Suntan Clinics, with a photo of the languorous Miss Velvet, a voluptuous, browned, barely clad, supremely athletic looking young woman whose poster popularity in Macross City was second only to Minmei's.

"Ee, er, oh, th-that picture on the building over there," Exedore got out at last, looking like he was having a malaria attack. "Would you mind explaining it?" He forced his gaze to the floor of the staff car.

Maistroff reached up to the back of his cap and tilted the visor down over his eyes to keep good form with the minister, coughing into his other hand. "Well, actually, it's a little hard to explain."

Exedore crossed his skinny arms on his narrow chest and nodded wisely. "Aha! A military secret, no doubt! Very clever! Indeed!"

Maistroff didn't even want to think about what damage he might have done to interspecies relations-didn't want to complicate things.

He tilted his visor farther down. "Right, that's it. Classified."

The motorcade raced for the conference room.

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