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His　mind　tried　to　save　him　from　the　horror　by　denying　the　events；　cocooning　him　in　much　the　same　way　the　Veritech　did。　But　averting　his　gaze　only　worsened　matters。　Everywhere　he　looked　ships…of…the…fleet　were　breaking　apart；　flaming　out　as　they　plunged　into　Earth's　betraying　blue　softness；　wings　and　stabilizers　folded　by　heat；　delicate　necks　snapped；　molten　alloy　falling　like　silver　tears　in　the　night。

The　Veritechs　were　faring　better；　but　columns　of　Invid　were　now　on　the　ascent　to　deal　out　their　own　form　of　injustice。

They　fell　upon　the　helpless　transports　and　mand　ships　first；　helping　nature's　cruel　reversal　along　with　deliberately　placed　rends　and　breaches；　spreading　further　ruin　throughout　the　fleet。　Scott　saw　acts　of　bravery　and　futility：　a　Battloid　already　crippled　and　falling　backward　into　the　atmosphere　pouring　cannon　fire　against　the　enemy；　two　superheated　Veritechs　attempting　to　defend　a　transport　against　dozens　of　Invid　claw　fighters；　another　VT；　boosters　blazing；　in　a　kamikaze　run　toward　the　head　of　the　column。

Scott　instructed　his　ship　to　jettison　the　rear　augmentation　pack　and　increased　his　speed；　atmosphere　be　damned。　There　was　still　an　outside　chance　that　some　of　Gardner's　crew　had　made　it　into　the　evacuation　pods。　If　only　the　Invid　could　be　kept　away　from　the　hapless　transport。

〃Please；　pull　out！〃　Scott　was　screaming　through　gritted　teeth。　〃Please；　please。。。〃

Then；　all　at　once；　the　transport's　triple…thrusters　died　out；　and　an　instant　later　the　ship　was　engulfed　in　a　soundless　fireball　that　blew　it　to　pieces。

Marlene！　Scott　railed　at　the　heavens；　his　fists　striking　blows　against　the　canopy　and　console　as　the　Veritech　menced　a　swift　unguided　fall。


CHAPTER　TWO

I　don't　think　I'll　ever　forget　the　first　time　I　laid　eyes　on　Scott　Bernard…beneath　all　that　Robotech　armor；　I　mean。　He　had　the　Look　of　the　Lost　in　his　eyes；　and　a　stammer　in　his　voice　that　was　pure　tremolo。　The　latter　proved　to　be　a　case　of　offworld　accent…some　Tirolian　holdover…but　that　Look。。。I　just　couldn't　meet　his　eyes；　I　sat　there　tinkering　with　the　Cyclone；　trying　to　figure　out　whether　I　should　run　for　the　hills　or　off　the　guy　then　and　there。　Later　on…much　later　on…he　told　me　about　that　first　night　in　the　woods。　I've　got　to　laugh；　even　now：　Ask　Scott　Bernard　the　one　about　the　tree　falling　in　the　wilderness…and　prepare　to　have　your　head　bitten　off？
Rand；　Notes　on　the　Run

Tirol；　once　the　homeworld　of　the　Robotech　Masters；　then　an　Invid　colony　when　the　Masters　had　uprooted　the　remnants　of　their　dying　race　and　journeyed　to　Earth　in　search　of　Protoculture；　was　a　reconfigured　planet；　much　of　its　surface　given　over　to　humankind's　needs；　its　small　seas　and　weather　patterns　tamed。　Not　like　this　Earth；　Scott　thought；　with　its　solitary　yellow　sun　and　distant　silver　satellite。　He　yearned　for　Tirol。　It　had　been　his　home　as　much　as　the　SDF…3　had　been；　he　missed　the　binary　stars　of　Fantoma's　system；　the　protective　presence　of　the　motherworld　itself。　How　remote　one　felt　from　the　heavens　on　this　displaced　world。

Scott　recalled　Admiral　Hunter's　rousing　send…off　speech；　his　talk　of　the　〃cool　green　hills　of　home〃…his　home；　Earth。　Scott　laughed　bitterly　to　himself；　the　planet's　native　splendor　lost　on　him。

The　Alpha　had　found　a　soft　spot　to　cushion　its　fall　in　some　sort　of　highland　forest。　Oak　and　fir　trees；　Scott　guessed。　The　VT　was　history；　but　cockpit　harnesses　and　collision　air　bags　had　kept　him　in　one　piece。　However；　the　crash　had　been　violent　enough　to　plow　up　a　large　hunk　of　the　landscape。　He　had　lost　his　helmet　and　sustained　a　forehead　bruise；　then　came　a　follow…up　thigh　wound　of　his　own　making　when　he　had　rather　carelessly　climbed　from　the　wreck。

He　was　sitting　in　the　grass　now；　his　back　against　the　fighter's　fuselage；　his　head　and　left　leg　bandaged　with　gauze　from　the　ship's　first…aid　kit。　He　had　gotten　rid　of　his　cumbersome　armor　just　before　nightfall　but　kept　his　blaster　within　reach。

The　forest　was　dark　and　full　of　sounds　he　could　not　identify；　although　he　was　certain　these　were　all　natural　calls　and　chirps　and　whistles…from　what　he　had　seen　thus　far；　Earth　was　primitive　and　uncontrolled。

And　there　were　just　too　many　places　for　an　enemy　to　hide。

〃Give　me　a　scorched　Martian　desert　any　day；〃　Scott　muttered。

He　heard　a　rustling　sound　in　the　brush　nearby　and　reached　out　for　the　blaster…a　discette…shaped　weapon　developed　on　Tirol　that　was　a　scaled…down　version　of　the　one　carried　by　the　Masters'　Bioroids　during　the　Second　Robotech　War。

〃Is　there　somebody　out　there？〃　he　asked　of　the　dark。

When　the　movement　suddenly　increased；　he　fired　off　a　charge；　it　impacted　with　a　blinding　orange　flash　against　a　tree；　flushing　two　small　long…eared　creatures　from　the　undergrowth。　Scott　mistook　them　for　Optera　cha…chas　at　first…the　Flower　of　Life　Pollinators…then　realized　that　they　were　rabbits。

What's　happening　to　me？　he　asked　himself；　shaken　by　the　cold　fear　that　coursed　through　him。　Marlene　and　everything　I　loved　destroyed；　and　now　I'm　losing　my　nerve。　He　set　the　blaster　aside　and　put　his　gloved　hands　to　his　face。　It　was　possible　he　had　sustained　a　concussion　during　the　crash。　A　delayed　onset　of　shock。。。

Lifting　his　head；　he　found　that　Earth　had　another　surprise　in　store　for　him。　The　sky　was　dumping　droplets　of　water　on　him…it　was　raining！　Scott　got　up　and　walked　to　a　clearing　in　the　woods。　He　had　heard　about　this　phenomenon　from　old…timers　but　hadn't　expected　to　encounter　it。　Scott　could　see　that　rain　might　not　be　a　bad　thing　under　certain　conditions；　but　right　now　it　was　only　adding　to　his　disfort。　Besides；　there　was　something　else　in　the　air　that　had　e　in　with　the　rain：　periods　of　a　short…lived；　rolling；　explosive　roar。

Clouds　backlit　by　flashes　of　electrical　charge　were　moving　swiftly；　obscuring　the　Moon　and　plunging　the　world　into　an　impenetrable　dark。　Soon　the　angry　bolts　responsible　for　that　stroboscopic　light　were　overhead；　launched　like　fiery　spears　toward　the　land　itself；　earsplitting　claps　of　thunder　in　their　wake。

Scott　found　himself　overwhelmed　by　a　novel　form　of　terror；　so　unlike　the　fear　he　was　accustomed　to　that　he　stood　screaming　into　the　face　of　it；　his　feet　seemingly　rooted　to　the　ground。　This　had　nothing　to　do　with　enemy　laser　fire　or　plasma　annihilation　discs；　it　had　nothing　to　do　with　bat　or　close　calls。　This　was　a　larger　terror；　a　deeper　one；　springing　from　an　archaic　part　of　himself　he　had　never　met　face　to　face。

Unnerved；　he　ran　for　the　safety　of　the　Veritech　cockpit　as　lightning　struck　and　ignited　one　of　the　trees；　toppling　it　with　a　second　bolt　that　split　the　forest　giant　along　its　length。　He　lowered　the　canopy　and　hunkered　down　in　the　VT　seat；　hugging　himself　for　warmth　and　security。　Eyes　tightly　shut；　ears　filled　with　crackling　noise；　he　shouted　to　himself：　What　am　I　doing　on　this　horrible　planet？

As　if　answering　him；　his　mind　reran　images　of　the　mand　ship's　fiery　demise；　that　slow　and　silent　fatality。

〃Marlene；〃　he　said　through　tears。

His　hand　had　found　the　holo…locket　she　had　given　him　on　the　bridge。　But　his　forefinger　was　frozen　on　the　activation　button；　his　mind　fearful　of　confronting　the　ghosts　the　device　was　meant　to　summon　up。　Still；　he　knew　that　he　had　to　force　himself　to　see　and　hear　her　again。。。before　he　could　let　the　past　die。

The　metallic　green　heart　opened　at　his　touch；　unfolding　like　a　triptych；　from　its　blood…red　holo…bead　center　wafted　a　phantom　image　of　Marlene。


〃Scott；　my　darling；　I　know　it　isn't　much；　but　I　thought　you'd　get　a　kick　out　of　this　trinket。　I'm　looking　forward　to　living　the　rest　of　my　life　with　you。　I　can't　wait　till　this　conflict　is　all　behind　us。　Till　we　meet　again；　my　love。。。〃


The　voice　that　had　been　Marlene's　trailed　off；　and　the　shimmering　message　returned　to　its　place　of　captivity。　Scott　closed　the　heart　and　clutched　it　tightly　in　his　fist；　wishing　desperately　that　he　could　so　easily　de…rezz　the　images　held　fast　in　his　own　heart。　Outside；　the　storm　continued　unabated；　echoing　the　dark　night　of　his　soul。　Lighting　fractured　the　alien　sky；　and　rainwater　ran　in　a　steady　stream　across　the　protective　curve　of　the　VT's　canopy。


In　the　morning　Earth's　skies　seemed　as　blue　as　the　seas　Scott　had　seen　from　space；　the　air　smelled　sweet；　washed　clean　of　last　night's　violence。　But　this　was　little　consolation。　Fear　and　sorrow　had　lulled　him　into　a　fitful　sleep；　and　the　stark　images　of　Marlene's　death　were　with　him　when　he　awoke。

At　a　clear　stream　near　the　crash　site；　he　filled　his　canteens　with　water。　Taking　in　morning's　soft　light；　the　spectacle　of　the　forest　itself；　the　profusion　of　bird　life；　he　suspected　that　Earth　could　be　a　tolerable　place；　after　all；　but　doubted　that　he　would　ever　feel　at　home　here。　He　promised　himself　that　he　would　turn　his　thoughts　to　the　mission　and　only　the　mission　from　this　point　on。　Insanity　was　the　only　alternative。

He　returned　to　the　Veritech　and　stowed　the　canteens　with　the　survival　gear　he　had　already　retrieved　from　the　mecha。　He　had　enough　emergency　rations　to　last　him　the　better　part　of　an　Earth　week；　if　he　didn't　e　across　a　settlement　or　city　by　then；　he　would　be　forced　to　forage　for　food。　And　given　what　little　information　he　had　about　edible　plants　and　such；　the　thought　was　hardly　an　appetizing　one。