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Synopsis
In the ultimate battle to conquer planet Earth and vanquish its inhabitants, the human race will not go lightly.
THE NEW GENERATION
The complete saga of the third Robotech war
INVID INVASION
Though Earth has been conquered by the mysterious Invid horde, Lieutenant Commander Scott Bernard has miraculously survived–and now he must traverse thousands of miles of hostile territory to reach and destroy the Invid hive.
METAMORPHOSIS
A renegade band of freedom fighters is Earth’s last hope in wiping out the stronghold of the Invid conquerors. The mission seems nearly impossible, but don’t count out these unlikely heroes just yet!
SYMPHONY OF LIGHT
It’s the final, explosive showdown. Scott and his ragtag team must face the Invid Regess and her warrior race that will fight to the death to keep its prize. However, a shocking, unforeseen turn of events changes everything in the ultimate prelude to the Shadow Chronicles!
Release date: February 27, 2007
Publisher: Del Rey
Print pages: 640
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Robotech: The New Generation: The Invid invasion
Jack McKinney
CHAPTER
ONE
The armada of Robotech ships T.R. Edwards had amassed for his planned invasion and conquest of Earth would be put to that very use years later when Admiral Hunter sent them against the Invid. Adding irony to irony, it should be mentioned that the warships had serious design flaws which went unnoticed during their use on Tirol. Assuming this would have been the case even if Edwards had managed to persevere, the invasion would have failed. Destiny failed to deliver Edwards the crown he felt justified to wear and likewise failed to deliver Hunter the quick victory he felt justified to claim.
Selig Kahler, The Tirolian Campaign
A fleet of Robotech warships moved into attack formation above the Moon, a mixed school of gleaming predators, radiant where the distant sun touched their armored hulls and alloy fins. Each carried in its belly a score or more of Veritech fighters, sleek, transformable mecha developed and perfected over the course of the past four decades. And inside each of these was a pilot ready to die for a world unseen. War was at the top of the agenda, but in a narrow hold aboard one of the command vessels a young man was thinking about love.
He was a pleasant-looking, clean-shaven youth going on twenty, with his father’s long legs and the wide eyes of his mother. He wore his blue-black hair combed straight back from his high forehead—save for that undisciplined strand that always seemed to fall forward—making his ears appear more prominent than they actually were. He wore the Expeditionary Force uniform—simple gray tight-fitting pants tucked into high boots and a short-sleeved ornately collared top worn over a crimson-colored synthcloth bodysuit. The Mars Group patch adorned the young man’s shirt.
His name was Scott Bernard—Lieutenant Scott Bernard—and this was a homecoming of sorts. That fact, coupled with the anxieties he felt concerning the imminent battle, had put him in an impassioned frame of mind. The fortunate recipient of this not-so-sudden desire was a pretty, dark-eyed teenager named Marlene, a good six inches shorter than Scott, with milk-chocolate-brown hair and shapely legs enhanced by the uniform’s short skirt.
Scott had Marlene’s small face cupped in his hands while he looked lovingly into her eyes. As his hands slid to her narrow shoulders, he pulled her to him, his mouth full against hers, stifling the protest her more cautious nature wished to give voice to and urging her to respond. Which she did, with a moan of pleasure, her hands flat against his chest.
“Marry me, Marlene,” he said after she had broken off their embrace. He heard himself say it and almost applauded, simply for finally getting the nerve up to ask her; Marlene’s response was a separate issue.
Her surprised gasp probably said the same: that she too couldn’t believe he was finally getting around to it. She turned away from him, nervous hands at her chin in an attitude of prayer.
“Well, will you?” Scott pressed.
“It’s a bit sudden,” she said coyly. But Scott didn’t pick up on her tone and reacted as though he had been slapped.
“You’ll have to speak to my father first,” Marlene continued in the same tone, her back to him still. “My mother, too.” When she turned around, Scott was staring at her slack-jawed.
“But they’re back on Tirol!” he stammered. “They might not be here for—” Then he caught her smile and understood at once. He had literally known her for her entire life, and he still couldn’t tell when she was putting him on.
Marlene was smiling up at him now, eyes beaming. But the sudden shrill of sirens collapsed her happiness.
“Defold operation complete,” a voice said over the PA. “All wing commanders report to the bridge for final briefing and combat assignments.”
Scott’s lips were a thin line when he looked at her.
“Answer me, Marlene. I might not get another chance to ask you.”
The command ship bridge was a tight, no-nonsense affair, with two duty stations squeezed between the wraparound viewports and four more back to back behind these. There was none of the spaciousness and calm that had characterized the SDF-1 bridge; here everyone had a seat, and everyone put duty first. It took something like the first sight of Earth to elicit any casual conversation, and even then the comments would have surprised some.
“I’m so excited,” a woman tech was saying. “I can hardly wait to see what Earth looks like after all these years.”
Commander Gardner, seated at the forward station of starboard pair, heard this and laughed bitterly to himself. He had served under Gloval during the First Robotech War and had been with Hunter since. His thick hair and mustache had gone to silver these past few years, but he still retained a youthful energy and the unwavering loyalty of his young crew.
The woman tech who had spoken was all of seventeen years old, born in deep space like most of her shipmates. Gardner wished for a moment he could have showed her the Earth of forty years ago, teeming with life, wild and wonderful and blissfully unaware of the coming tide.…
“What does it matter?” the tech’s male console mate answered her. “One planet’s the same as another to me. Robotech ships are all I’ve known—all I want to know.”
“Don’t you have any interest in setting foot on your homeworld? Our parents were born here. And their parents, right on back to the first ancestors.”
Gardner could almost hear the copilot’s shrug of indifference clear across the bridge.
“Just another Invid colony, color it what you will. So this place is blue and Spheris was brown. It doesn’t do anything for me.”
“Spoken like a true romantic.”
The copilot snorted. “You get romantic thinking about the Invid grubbing around the old homestead looking for Protoculture?”
Commander Gardner was hanging on the answer when the door to the bridge hissed open suddenly and Lieutenant Bernard entered.
“Alpha Group is just about ready for launch,” Bernard reported.
Gardner muttered, “Good,” and rose from the contoured seat, signaling one of the techs to turn on the ship’s PA system.
“Most of you know what I’m about to say,” he began. “But for those who don’t know what this mission is all about, it’s simply this: Eleven years ago we became aware that the Invid Sensor Nebulae had located some new and apparently enormous supply of the Flowers of Life. The source of the transmissions turned out to be the Earth itself.
“The Regess moved quickly to secure the Flowers, with the same murderous intent she demonstrated on Spheris and Haydon IV and a dozen other worlds I don’t have to remind you about. Nor should I have to remind you about what we’re going to face on Earth. It seems probable that the Invid decimated the 10th Division, but we number more than four times their strength.”
Scott noticed that the bridge techs, eyes locked on Gardner and grim faces set, were giving silent support to the commander’s words. Marlene entered the bridge in the midst of the briefing, whispering her apologies and seating herself at her duty station.
“Admiral Hunter has entrusted us to spearhead a vast military operation to invade and reclaim our homeworld,” said Gardner. “And I know that I can count on every one of you to stand firm behind the admiral’s conviction that we can lay the foundations for his second wave.” He inclined his head. “May God have mercy on our souls.”
A brief silence was broken by the navigator’s update:
“Earth orbit in three minutes, Commander. Placing visual display on the monitor, sir.”
Everyone turned to face the forward screen. Orbital schematics de-rezzed and were replaced by a full view of the Earth. They had all seen photos and video images galore, but the sight inspired awe nevertheless.
“It’s beautiful,” someone said. And compared to Fantoma or Tirol, it most certainly was: snow-white pole, blue oceans, and variegated land masses, the whole of it patterned by swirling clouds.
A computer-generated grid assembled itself over the image as the command ship continued to close. At her station, Marlene said, “So that’s what Earth looks like … it seems so peaceful.”
The commander called for scanning to be initiated, and in a moment the grid was highlighting an area located in one of the northern continents. Data readouts scrolled across an adjacent display screen.
“Full magnification and color enhancement,” Gardner barked.
Marlene leaned in to study her screen. The forward monitor was displaying an angry red image, not softened in the least by Earth’s inviting cloud cover. She knew what this was but asked the computer to compare the present readings with those logged in its memory banks. She sensed that Scott was peering over the top of her high-backed chair.
“That’s it, sir,” she said all at once, her screen strobing encouragement. “The central hive. Designation … Reflex Point,” Marlene read from the data scroll. “Picking up energy flux readings and multiple radar contacts … waiting for signature.”
Gardner glanced over at her briefly, then turned his attention forward once again. “I want visuals as soon as possible,” he instructed one of the techs.
“Shock Trooper transport,” Marlene said at the same time.
Gardner’s nostrils flared. “Prepare to repel.”
ONE
The armada of Robotech ships T.R. Edwards had amassed for his planned invasion and conquest of Earth would be put to that very use years later when Admiral Hunter sent them against the Invid. Adding irony to irony, it should be mentioned that the warships had serious design flaws which went unnoticed during their use on Tirol. Assuming this would have been the case even if Edwards had managed to persevere, the invasion would have failed. Destiny failed to deliver Edwards the crown he felt justified to wear and likewise failed to deliver Hunter the quick victory he felt justified to claim.
Selig Kahler, The Tirolian Campaign
A fleet of Robotech warships moved into attack formation above the Moon, a mixed school of gleaming predators, radiant where the distant sun touched their armored hulls and alloy fins. Each carried in its belly a score or more of Veritech fighters, sleek, transformable mecha developed and perfected over the course of the past four decades. And inside each of these was a pilot ready to die for a world unseen. War was at the top of the agenda, but in a narrow hold aboard one of the command vessels a young man was thinking about love.
He was a pleasant-looking, clean-shaven youth going on twenty, with his father’s long legs and the wide eyes of his mother. He wore his blue-black hair combed straight back from his high forehead—save for that undisciplined strand that always seemed to fall forward—making his ears appear more prominent than they actually were. He wore the Expeditionary Force uniform—simple gray tight-fitting pants tucked into high boots and a short-sleeved ornately collared top worn over a crimson-colored synthcloth bodysuit. The Mars Group patch adorned the young man’s shirt.
His name was Scott Bernard—Lieutenant Scott Bernard—and this was a homecoming of sorts. That fact, coupled with the anxieties he felt concerning the imminent battle, had put him in an impassioned frame of mind. The fortunate recipient of this not-so-sudden desire was a pretty, dark-eyed teenager named Marlene, a good six inches shorter than Scott, with milk-chocolate-brown hair and shapely legs enhanced by the uniform’s short skirt.
Scott had Marlene’s small face cupped in his hands while he looked lovingly into her eyes. As his hands slid to her narrow shoulders, he pulled her to him, his mouth full against hers, stifling the protest her more cautious nature wished to give voice to and urging her to respond. Which she did, with a moan of pleasure, her hands flat against his chest.
“Marry me, Marlene,” he said after she had broken off their embrace. He heard himself say it and almost applauded, simply for finally getting the nerve up to ask her; Marlene’s response was a separate issue.
Her surprised gasp probably said the same: that she too couldn’t believe he was finally getting around to it. She turned away from him, nervous hands at her chin in an attitude of prayer.
“Well, will you?” Scott pressed.
“It’s a bit sudden,” she said coyly. But Scott didn’t pick up on her tone and reacted as though he had been slapped.
“You’ll have to speak to my father first,” Marlene continued in the same tone, her back to him still. “My mother, too.” When she turned around, Scott was staring at her slack-jawed.
“But they’re back on Tirol!” he stammered. “They might not be here for—” Then he caught her smile and understood at once. He had literally known her for her entire life, and he still couldn’t tell when she was putting him on.
Marlene was smiling up at him now, eyes beaming. But the sudden shrill of sirens collapsed her happiness.
“Defold operation complete,” a voice said over the PA. “All wing commanders report to the bridge for final briefing and combat assignments.”
Scott’s lips were a thin line when he looked at her.
“Answer me, Marlene. I might not get another chance to ask you.”
The command ship bridge was a tight, no-nonsense affair, with two duty stations squeezed between the wraparound viewports and four more back to back behind these. There was none of the spaciousness and calm that had characterized the SDF-1 bridge; here everyone had a seat, and everyone put duty first. It took something like the first sight of Earth to elicit any casual conversation, and even then the comments would have surprised some.
“I’m so excited,” a woman tech was saying. “I can hardly wait to see what Earth looks like after all these years.”
Commander Gardner, seated at the forward station of starboard pair, heard this and laughed bitterly to himself. He had served under Gloval during the First Robotech War and had been with Hunter since. His thick hair and mustache had gone to silver these past few years, but he still retained a youthful energy and the unwavering loyalty of his young crew.
The woman tech who had spoken was all of seventeen years old, born in deep space like most of her shipmates. Gardner wished for a moment he could have showed her the Earth of forty years ago, teeming with life, wild and wonderful and blissfully unaware of the coming tide.…
“What does it matter?” the tech’s male console mate answered her. “One planet’s the same as another to me. Robotech ships are all I’ve known—all I want to know.”
“Don’t you have any interest in setting foot on your homeworld? Our parents were born here. And their parents, right on back to the first ancestors.”
Gardner could almost hear the copilot’s shrug of indifference clear across the bridge.
“Just another Invid colony, color it what you will. So this place is blue and Spheris was brown. It doesn’t do anything for me.”
“Spoken like a true romantic.”
The copilot snorted. “You get romantic thinking about the Invid grubbing around the old homestead looking for Protoculture?”
Commander Gardner was hanging on the answer when the door to the bridge hissed open suddenly and Lieutenant Bernard entered.
“Alpha Group is just about ready for launch,” Bernard reported.
Gardner muttered, “Good,” and rose from the contoured seat, signaling one of the techs to turn on the ship’s PA system.
“Most of you know what I’m about to say,” he began. “But for those who don’t know what this mission is all about, it’s simply this: Eleven years ago we became aware that the Invid Sensor Nebulae had located some new and apparently enormous supply of the Flowers of Life. The source of the transmissions turned out to be the Earth itself.
“The Regess moved quickly to secure the Flowers, with the same murderous intent she demonstrated on Spheris and Haydon IV and a dozen other worlds I don’t have to remind you about. Nor should I have to remind you about what we’re going to face on Earth. It seems probable that the Invid decimated the 10th Division, but we number more than four times their strength.”
Scott noticed that the bridge techs, eyes locked on Gardner and grim faces set, were giving silent support to the commander’s words. Marlene entered the bridge in the midst of the briefing, whispering her apologies and seating herself at her duty station.
“Admiral Hunter has entrusted us to spearhead a vast military operation to invade and reclaim our homeworld,” said Gardner. “And I know that I can count on every one of you to stand firm behind the admiral’s conviction that we can lay the foundations for his second wave.” He inclined his head. “May God have mercy on our souls.”
A brief silence was broken by the navigator’s update:
“Earth orbit in three minutes, Commander. Placing visual display on the monitor, sir.”
Everyone turned to face the forward screen. Orbital schematics de-rezzed and were replaced by a full view of the Earth. They had all seen photos and video images galore, but the sight inspired awe nevertheless.
“It’s beautiful,” someone said. And compared to Fantoma or Tirol, it most certainly was: snow-white pole, blue oceans, and variegated land masses, the whole of it patterned by swirling clouds.
A computer-generated grid assembled itself over the image as the command ship continued to close. At her station, Marlene said, “So that’s what Earth looks like … it seems so peaceful.”
The commander called for scanning to be initiated, and in a moment the grid was highlighting an area located in one of the northern continents. Data readouts scrolled across an adjacent display screen.
“Full magnification and color enhancement,” Gardner barked.
Marlene leaned in to study her screen. The forward monitor was displaying an angry red image, not softened in the least by Earth’s inviting cloud cover. She knew what this was but asked the computer to compare the present readings with those logged in its memory banks. She sensed that Scott was peering over the top of her high-backed chair.
“That’s it, sir,” she said all at once, her screen strobing encouragement. “The central hive. Designation … Reflex Point,” Marlene read from the data scroll. “Picking up energy flux readings and multiple radar contacts … waiting for signature.”
Gardner glanced over at her briefly, then turned his attention forward once again. “I want visuals as soon as possible,” he instructed one of the techs.
“Shock Trooper transport,” Marlene said at the same time.
Gardner’s nostrils flared. “Prepare to repel.”
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