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I set off with the full power of the drive jets to the stuck cannon.
I didn't want to risk the blackbirds noticing me: so I stayed in the shadows under Dron's
belly.
Attack missiles arrived at intervals of a few seconds.
Hydron eliminated them all in time.
It was actually beautiful: action - reaction. Shot - beam - explosion. Absolutely silent
dance of lights and fire. Sparkling cosmos and nearness of death.
The cannon was about five meters from the shaded area. I turned off the jets: and very
slowly crawled forward.
"Alia: an unknown vessel is approaching us: can you hear me?" said Butterfly so loudly:
that I was petrified with fright.
"Don't shout!"
"And fighters. They are almost here. They must have some new kind of camouflage."
"Army?"
"I do not think so."
I unlocked the small cover on the side of the turret: held the yellow button under it for
a moment: counted to ten and pressed it again.
"Ok: It's booting up: come back!" Robert growled impatiently.
I closed the cover and slowly started backing into the shadows. The movable part of the
turret made a sharp turn: the cannon extended halfway: froze: and .. exploded.
For the first fifty somersaults: I concentrated only on not throwing up to my helmet: then
I lost consciousness: because I was again with Peter: in the middle of the night: "how many hair
do you have: Alia?" he asked me softly - I was silent: but as if through someone else's mouth:
and holding his hand tightly: so that he wouldn't slip away: I quickly turned to face him: "I
miss you:" I finally said - into the empty night.
I woke up.
The stars twirled in a crazy carousel.
"Butterfly: can you hear me? Hydron: the captain speaking.."
Nothing.
Suddenly: a fast moving shadow flashed beside me. I tried turning on the jets and after
a minute of chaotic maneuvering: stopped in position: that my brain considered vertical.
Hydron floated motionless to my right.
A large spaceship looming formidably behind him - its long new shapes giving it a magical
supernatural appeal. About a dozen emerald-colored thrushes flew out of its open hangar and
joined the escort formation.
Three flashes blinked at me from different places on the Hydron's body: and the light
engulfed me.