the Human race。 But he obviously had no place in a regulation strikeforce。
So； what happens to the rest of us now？ 〃Thanks； and don't let the door hit you in the butt as you leave？〃
The mists still swirled around the many hectares of grounded mecha。 Scott figured the base was operating under blackout conditions； because he could see no lights or movement。 He didn't receive any warn…offs or challenges； and he didn't get any indications that radar or sensors were checking him out； but he decided to land on the hillside and go in on foot anyway。 The base might be using new mo procedures； and he had no desire to be shot down as a bogie。
The Guardian bowed its radome； and Scott hopped down。 He stood breathing Earth's air for a few deep breaths； feeling the moment。 From this beachhead； we take our homeworld back！
Rand and Rook had raced ahead of the others； their Cycs came leaping over the hill with a winding of Robotech engines。 The sun was about to top a ridge to the east； Scott decided he might as well wait and ride down with his panions。 He was painfully aware that； except for Lancer and Lunk； they had no place in this regular…army campaign。
Rand and Rook came to side…on stops； pushing up their goggles； and Lancer showed up moments later； with Lunk not far behind。 Scott checked himself to make sure the mauve…and…purple flightsuit with its unit patches of his division； the Mars Division； and his knee…length； rust…red boots were all in order。 Insignia； buttons； sidearm…he wasn't quite strac； but he wasn't looking too bad for somebody who had been stranded for so long。
Scott and his teammates were exchanging a few mild； almost self…conscious congratulations…when Annie gave a dismayed yelp。
〃The base！ Look！〃
They turned to look at the base just as the sun crested the ridge and its light shone off the snowy hills； brightening the little valley that was the home of Earth's liberation army。
But what they saw wasn't a home but rather a graveyard。 Attack…transport spacecraft lay gutted like crushed eggs。 Broken and burned…out mecha were everywhere。 Ranks of parked Veritech Alphas had been holed and eliminated before ground crews and pilots could even reach them。 Battloids and Hovertanks and MACs and logistical vehicles lay on the ground like shattered toys。 And the stench of death wafted on the warming breeze。
The valley was filled with jutting； broken； blackened fuselages and skeletal； burned…off airframes and hulls。 Barely keeping his balance； Scott stumbled to the edge of the rise； looking down； both hands buried in his dark hair。
The clearing of the mist only made it worse by the second。 〃I don't believe it； this； this can't be…〃 He howled across the valley； hoping the survivors would answer。 He fired his H90 aimlessly into the air。 The others sat in their vehicles and looked at one another in despair。 At last Scott Bernard dropped the pistol； sank to his knees； and wept。
Earth's liberating army！ The mist for its shroud； the vultures to caw taps over it。
One by one his friends dismounted and gathered around him。
They went down among the monolithic wrecks； there was no place else to go。 Lunk opened up the last of their rations and Annie built a fire。 Scott had wandered off。
He was sitting in the shade of a three…tube pumpedlaser turret； looking off at nothing； eyes unfocused。 Eventually； Rand came over with a plate of food and a cup of ersatz ration coffee； nudging them up against Scott。 〃Enough is enough。 Time to eat； before you keel over。〃
He turned to go； then turned back for a moment。 〃You've got the team to think about； y'know。〃 Rand walked away； the soles of his desert boots gritting in the sand。 Scott stared blankly at the field of carnage。
Back at the campfire； Rook tried to sound positive； although cheerleading wasn't usually in her line of work； but everybody else seemed to be falling apart。 〃Look； here's a good idea： Why don't we get outta this dump right now？〃
Lancer studied his ration can's contents； stirring them。 〃Not until we collect everything of use。 Ordnance； supplies； weapons； perhaps Protoculture。〃
They all shivered a little； realizing how grisly that search would be。 Lunk blew out smoke from a ration…pak cigarette； unsteadily。 Rand returned。
〃How is he？〃 Lancer asked； looking at the distant figure sitting with arms around knees。
Rand pulled up the hood of his sweatshirtlike windbreaker。 〃Catatonic。 I dunno。〃
Lancer set down his ration can。 〃e on； Scott！ We're wasting time！〃
Rand caught Lancer's arm。 〃Uh； I think I'm gonna go forage over that way。 Maybe Scott can establish a mo base。〃
Like the others； Lancer caught what was in Rand's eyes。 In another moment they were on the move； eager to replenish their supplies； eager to get away。 As Rand sped off in a plume of soil； Rook raced after him。
The Robotech graveyard was a strange place for a two…ride； but Rand weled it。 It came； really； just as he had decided it was pointless to try to get close to the onetime biker queen。 By her city lights； he was just a hick； a wilderness Forager。 She had made it clear to him that he wasn't one of the Bad Boys。 Rand tried not to show his astonishment as she fell in with him； their tires stenciling parallel tread patterns among the looming derelicts。
They were moving slowly； searching； he had his hood down and his goggles up on his forehead。 He glanced over at Rook； admiring the lissome grace her red…and…blue racer's bodysuit showed off。 〃Why'd you e along？〃 He had to yell； not wanting to key his headset。 〃Not that it bothers me or anything。〃
Her fair brows knit； the strawberry…blond hair blew around her freckled face。 〃Too depressing back there。〃
They came in a tight turn round a smashed tanker。 Rand was saying； 〃I know what you…heyyyyy！〃
They dug to a stop at the lip of a drop…off； looking down into a kind of arroyo ledge protected by drainage ditches。 There stood a village…or at least； the remains of a village； its caved…in tile roofs and beaten…down walls and the general lifelessness of it somehow let them know it had suffered the same fate as the strikeforce。
〃Two transgressors approach；〃 the voice of the Regis said to her mecha warriors。 〃Remain in concealment！〃
The war machines hunkered down； Scouts and Shock Troopers in personal battle armor； watching through optic sensors。 Rand and Rook wound their way down the narrow lane。
Rand rode through the streets calling for any survivors； even though it might attract dangerous attention。 But there was little time to search； and he hated the idea of leaving anyone； especially a child or someone who had been injured； behind。 Rook was impressed with Rand's nerve； but she kept that to herself。 She joined in the yelling。
They dismounted near the only building that was still in one piece； a large hacienda。 Obviously the place had been too close to the strikeforce's rendezvous point； and it had been included in the slaughter。 More carnage。 But the two had grown callous to such scenes。
They were looking around the hacienda； not talking or meeting each other's gaze； when Rook smelled something strange and went to a spot where most of an adobe wall had been blown away。 She stepped through into a garden； and knelt next to something jellylike and translucent； like a dying man…o'…war； draped across the swordleafed plants there。 It was three or four inches thick； and had perhaps the surface area of a table cloth。
Rook knelt by it。 〃Careful；〃 Rand grated； holding his gun uncertainly。 But she touched it； then snatched her hand back with a hiss of pain。
〃Damn thing burned my hand！ And it's nothing to smirk about！〃
〃Well I said watch out。〃
She was suddenly as alert as a doe。 Her voice came more softly； so intimate that it made him a little lightheaded。 She practically mouthed it； 〃Do you think the Invid are still around？〃
He shrugged。 She was up and moving； he had been staring； fascinated； at the blob of protoplasmic stuff； but now he couldn't take his eyes off the fit of her bodysuit； the shape of those slender legs； the swirl of the seemingly weightless cascade of hair。。。
〃I'll look outside； you check in back of the house。〃 She pulled out her gun； and that brought him back to realit