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Robotech：　Invid　Invasion
Book　10　of　the　Robotech　series
Copyright　1987　by　Jack　McKinney

arranged　by　dayuan　＇　robotech　zone　＇



PROLOGUE

Somewhere　a　queen　was　weeping。。。her　children　scattered；　her　regent　a　prisoner　of　the　blood　lust；　at　war　with　nature　and　enslaved　to　vengeance。

But　dare　we　presume　to　read　her　thoughts　even　now；　to　walk　a　path　not　taken…one　denied　to　us　by　gates　and　towers　our　senses　cannot　perceive　and　perhaps　never　will？

Still；　it　must　have　seemed　like　the　answer　to　a　prayer：　A　planet　newly　rich　in　the　flower　that　was　life　itself；　a　profusion　of　such　incredible　nutrient　wealth　that　her　Sensor　Nebulae　had　found　it　clear　across　the　galaxy。　A　blue　and　white　world　as　distant　from　her　Optera　as　she　was　from　the　peaceful　form　her　consciousness　once　inhabited。

And　yet　Optera　was　lost　to　her；　to　half　her　children。　Left　in　the　care　of　one　who　had　betrayed　his　kind；　who　had　bee　what　he　fought　so　desperately　to　destroy。　As　she　herself　had。。。

All　but　trapped　now　in　the　guise　that　he　had　worn；　the　one　who　lured　the　secrets　of　the　Flower　from　her。　And　whose　giant　warriors　had　returned　to　possess　the　planet　and　dispossess　its　inhabitants。　But　oh；　how　she　had　loved　him！　Enough　to　summon　from　her　very　depths　the　ability　to　emulate　him。　And　later　to　summon　a　hatred　keen　enough　to　birth　a　warring　nature；　an　army　of　soldiers　to　rival　his…to　rival　Zor's　own！

But　he；　too；　was　lost　to　her；　killed　by　the　very　soldiers　her　hatred　had　fashioned。

Oh；　to　be　rid　of　these　dark　memories！　her　ancient　heart　must　have　screamed。　To　be　rescued　from　these　sorry　realms！　Garuda；　Spheris；　Tirol。　And　this　Haydon　IV　with　its　sterile　flowers　long　awaiting　the　caress　of　the　Pollinators…this　coq　fused　world　even　my　Inorganics　cannot　subdue。

But　she　was　aware　that　all　these　things　would　soon　be　behind　her。　She　would　gather　the　cosmic　stuff　of　her　race　and　make　the　jump　to　that　world　the　Sensor　Nebulae　had　located。　And　woe　to　the　life　form　that　inhabited　that　world！　For　nothing　would　prevent　her　from　finding　a　home　for　her　children；　a　home　for　the　pletion　of　their　grand　evolutionary　design！


News　of　the　Invid　exodus　from　Haydon　IV　spread　through　the　Fourth　Quadrant…to　Spheris　and　Garuda　and　Praxis；　worlds　already　abandoned　by　the　insectlike　horde；　worlds　singled　out　by　fate　to　feel　the　backlash　of　Zor's　attempt　at　repense；　nature's　cruel　joke。

The　Tirolian　scientist　had　attempted　to　foliate　them　with　the　same　Flowers　he　had　been　ordered　to　steal　from　Optera；　an　action　that　had　sentenced　that　warm　world's　sentient　life…form　to　a　desperate　quest　to　relocate　their　nutrient　grail。　But　Zor's　experiments　had　failed；　because　the　Flower　of　Life　proved　to　be　a　discriminating　plant…choosy　about　where　it　would　and　would　not　put　down　roots…and　a　malignantly　loyal　one　as　well。

Deriving　as　much　from　the　Invid　as　the　Invid　derived　from　it；　the　Flower　called　out　from　Zor's　seeded　worlds　to　its　former　guardian/hosts。　Warlike　and　driven…instincts　born　of　the　Robotech　Masters'　transgression…the　Invid　answered　those　calls。　Their　army　of　mecha　and　Inorganics　arrived　in　swarms　to　overwhelm　and　rule；　and　instead　of　the　Protoculture　paradises　the　founder　of　Robotechnology　had　envisioned；　were　planets　dominated　by　the　beings　his　discoveries　had　all　but　doomed。

And　now　suddenly　they　were　gone；　off　on　a　new　quest　that　would　take　them　clear　across　the　galactic　core。

To　Earth。。。

Word　of　their　departure　reached　Rick　Hunter　aboard　the　Sentinel's　ships。　He　was　in　the　mand　seat　on　the　fortress　bridge　when　the　muniqu？was　received。　Thin　and　pale；　a　war…weary　veteran　of　countless　battles；　Rick　was　almost　thirty…five　years　old　by　Earth　reckoning；　but　the　vagaries　of　hyperspace　travel　put　him　closer　to　fifty　or　two　hundred　and　seventy；　depending　on　how　one　figured　it。

The　giant　planet　Fantoma；　once　home　to　the　Zentraedi；　filled　the　forward　viewports。　In　the　foreground　Rick　could　just　discern　the　small　inhabited　moon　called　Tirol；　an　angry　dot　against　Fantoma's　barren　face。　How　could　such　an　insignificant　world　have　unleashed　so　much　evil　on　an　unsuspecting　galaxy？　Rick　wondered。

He　glanced　over　at　Lisa；　who　was　humming　to　herself　while　she　tapped　a　flurry　of　mands　into　her　console。　His　wife。　They　had　stayed　together　through　thick　and　thin　these　past　eleven　years；　although　they　had　had　their　share　of　disagreements；　especially　when　Rick　had　opted　to　join　the　Sentinels…Baldon；　Teal；　Crysta；　and　the　others…and　pursue　the　Invid。

Who　would　have　thought　it　would　e　to　this？　he　asked　himself。　A　mission　whose　purpose　had　been　peace　at　war　with　itself。　Edwards　and　his　grand　designs　of　empire。。。how　like　the　Invid　regent　he　was；　how　like　the　Masters；　too！　But　he　was　history　now；　and　that　fleet　he　had　raised　to　conquer　Earth　would　be　used　to　battle　the　Invid　when　the　Expeditionary　Force　reached　the　planet。

Providing　the　fleet　reached　Earth；　of　course。　There　were　still　major　problems　with　the　spacefold　system　Lang　and　the　Tirolian　Cabell　had　designed。　Some　missing　ingredient。。。Major　Carpenter　had　never　been　heard　from；　nor　Wolff；　and　now　the　Mars　and　Jupiter　Group　attack　wings　were　preparing　to　fold；　with　almost　two　thousand　Veritechs　between　them。

Rick　exhaled　slowly　and　deliberately；　loud　enough　for　Lisa　to　hear　him　and　turn　a　thin　smile　his　way。　Somehow　it　was　fitting　that　Earth　should　end　up　on　the　Invid's　list；　Rick　decided。　But　what　could　have　happened　there　to　draw　them　in　such　unprecedented　numbers？　Rick　shuddered　at　the　thought。

Perhaps　Earth　was　where　the　final　battle　was　meant　to　be　fought。


Ravaged　by　the　Robotech　Masters　and　their　gargantuan　agents；　the　Zentraedi；　it　was　a　miracle　that　Earth　had　managed　to　survive　at　all。　Looking　on　the　planet　from　deep　space；　it　would　have　appeared　unchanged：　its　beautiful　oceans　and　swirling　masses　of　cloud；　its　silver　satellite；　bright　as　any　beacon　in　the　quadrant。　But　a　closer　look　revealed　the　scars　and　disfigurations　those　invasions　had　wrought。　The　northern　hemisphere　was　all　but　a　barren　waste；　forested　by　the　rusting　remains　of　Dolza's　ill…fated　four…million…ship　armada。　Great　cities　of　gleaming　concrete；　steel；　and　glass　towers　lay　ruined　and　abandoned。　Wide　highways　and　graceful　bridges　were　cratered　and　collapsed。　Airports；　schools；　hospitals；　sports　plexes；　industrial　and　residential　zones。。。reduced　to　rubble；　unmarked　graveyards　all。

A　fifteen…year　period　of　peace…that　tranquil　prologue　to　the　Masters'　arrival…saw　the　resurrection　of　some　of　those　things　the　twentieth　century　had　all　but　taken　for　granted。　Cities　had　rebuilt　themselves；　new　ones　had　grown　up。　But　humankind　was　now　a　different　species　from　that　which　had　originally　raised　those　towering　sculptures　of　stone。　Post…Cataclysmites；　they　were　a　feudal；　warring　breed；　as　distrustful　of　one　another　as　they　were　of　those　stars　their　hopeful　ancestors　had　once　wished　upon。　Perhaps；　as　some　have　claimed；　Earth　actually　called　in　its　second　period　of　catastrophe；　as　if　bent　on　adhering　to　some　self…fulfilling　prophecy　of　doom。　The　Masters；　too；　for　that　matter：　The　two　races　met　and　engaged　in　an　unspoken　agreement　for　mutual　annihilation…a　paving　of　the　way　for　what　would　follow。

Those　who　still　wish　to　blame　Protoculture　trace　the　genesis　of　this　back　to　Zor；　Aquarian…age　Prometheus；　whose　gift　to　the　galaxy　was　a　Pandora's　box　he　willingly　opened。　Displaced　and　repressed；　the　Flower　of　Life　had　rebelled。　And　there　were　no　chains；　molecular　or　otherwise；　capable　of　containing　its　power。　That　Zor；　resurrected　by　the　Elders　of　his　race　for　their　dark　purposes；　should　have　been　the　one　to　free　the　Flower　from　its　Matrix　is　now　seen　as　part　of　Protoculture's　equation。　Equally　so；　that　that　liberation　should　call　forth　the　Invid　to　plete　the　circle。


They　came　without　warning：　a　swarm　of　monsters　and　mecha　folded　across　space　and　time　by　their　leader/queen；　the　Regis；　through　an　effort　of　pure　psychic　will。　They　did　not　choose　to　announce　themselves　the　way　their　former　enemies　had；　nor　did　they　delay　their　invasion　to　puzzle　out　humankind's　strengths　and　weaknesses；　quirks　and　foibles。　There　was　no　need　to　determine　whether　Earth　did　or　did　not　have　what　they　sought；　their　Sensor　Nebulae　had　already　alerted　them　to　the　presence　of　the　Flower。　It　had　found　patible　soil　and　climate　on　the　blue　and　white　world。　All　that　was　required　were　the　Pollinators；　a　missing　element　in　the　Robotech　Masters'　equations。

In　any　case；　the　Invid　had　already　had　dealings　with　Earthlings；　having　battled　them　on　a　dozen　planets；　including　Tirol　itself。　But　as　resilient　as　the　Humans　might　have　been　on　Haydon　IV；　Spheris；　and　the　rest；　they　were　a　pathetic　lot　on　their　homeworld。

In　less　than　a　week　the　Invid　conquered　the　planet；　destroying　the　orbiting　factory　satellite…an　ironic　end　for　the　Zentraedi　aboard…laying　to　waste　city　after　city；　and　dismissing　with　very　little　effort　the　vestiges　of　the　Army　of　the　Southern　Cross。　Depleted　of　the　Protoculture　charges　necessary　to　fuel　their　Robo…technological　war　machines；　those　warriors　who　had　fought　so　valiantly　against　the　Masters　were　forced　to　fall　back　on　a　small　supply　of　nuclear　weapons　and　conventional　ordnance　that　was　no　match　for　the　Invid's　plasma　and　laser…array　superiority。

Even　if　Protoculture　had　been　available　to　the　Southern　Cross　for　their　Hovertanks　and　Alpha　Veritechs；　there　would　have　been　gross　problems　to　overe：　the　two　years　since　the　mutual　annihilation　of　the　Robotech　Masters　and　Anatole　Leonard's　mand　had　seen　civilization's　unchecked　slide　into　lawlessness　and　barbarism。　Cities　became　city…states　and　warred　with　one　another；　men　and　women　rose　quickly　to　positions　of　power　only　to　fall　even　more　swiftly　in　the　face　of　greater　military　might。　Greed　and　butchery　ruled；　and　what　little　remained　of　the　northern　hemisphere's　dignity　collapsed。

Though　certain　cities　remained　strong…Mannatan；　for　example　（formerly　New　York　City）…the　centers　of　power　shifted　southward；　into　Brazilas　especially　（the　former　Zentraedi　Control　Zone）；　where　growth　had　been　sure　and　steady　since　the　SDF…1's　return　to　devastated　Earth　and　the　founding　of　New　Macross　and　its　sister　city；　Monument。

Unlike　the　Zentraedi　or　the　Tirol　Masters；　the　Invid　were　not　inclined　to　destroy　the　planet　or　exterminate　humankind。　Quite　the　contrary：　Not　only　had　the　Flower　found　favorable　conditions　for　growth；　the　Invid　had　as　well。　The　Regis　had　learned　enough　in　her　campaign　against　the　Tirolians　and　the　so…called　Sentinels　to　recognize　the　continuing　need　for　technology。　Gone　was　the　blissful　tranquillity　of　Optera；　but　the　experiment　had　to　be　carried　forth　to　its　conclusion　nonetheless；　and　Earth　was　well　suited　for　the　purpose。

After　disarming　and　occupying　the　planet；　the　Regis　believed　she　was　more　than　halfway　toward　her　goal。　By　utilizing　a　percentage　of　Humans　to　cultivate　and　harvest　the　Flowers；　she　was　free　to　carry　out　her　experiments　uninterrupted。　The　central　hive；　which　came　to　be　called　Reflex　Point；　was　to　be　the　site　of　the　Great　Work；　but　secondary　hives　were　soon　in　place　across　the　planet　to　maintain　control　of　the　Human　sectors　of　her　empire。　The　Regis　was　willing　to　let　humankind　survive　until　such　time　as　the　work　neared　pletion。　Then；　she　would　rid　herself　of　them。

There　was；　however；　one　thing　she　had　not　taken　into　account：　the　very　warriors　she　had　fought　tooth　and　claw　on　those　worlds　once　seeded　by　Zor。　Enslave　a　world　she　might；　but　take　it　for　her　own？

Never！


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　thirty　years。　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　mand　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　bed　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　homeing　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　it　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　plete；〃　a　voice　said　over　the　PA。　〃All　wing　manders　report　to　the　bridge　for　final　briefing　and　bat　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。〃