Nomads of the Sky [antikvár]

CHAPTER ONESpace was a velvet blackness, made glorious by the unwinking diamond dust of stars. Half lit by the arc-light glare of a shrunken sun, fif-teen shark-finned needles feli through emptiness. They seemed stationary, so vast was the backdrop against which they moved. In fact, they were moving very fast indeed, and the flight leader was less than pleased with the way several of his charges were keeping formation."Lance Leader to all Lancers." Strapped into the cramped cockpit of his F-66 Starfire, Maj. Vincent Pirelli watched the drift of computer-generated sym-bols on his tac display with growing concern. "Loos-en it up, people. You look like a bunch of kay-dets on parade. Jamison! Ease off! Damn it, you're about to fly your nose right up Blakely's tail."He caught a burst of laughter over his commo headset and a crude comment about Cadet Blakely."Can that chatter!" he snapped. "Jamison! Give me a negative delta-vee of ten feet per second before Blakely cuts in her jet and ruins your paint job.""Y-Yessir!" Cadet Jamison's voice was tight and