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The　orbs　had　lifted　the　GMU　to　an　altitude　of　almost　twenty　miles　by　the　time　Rick　and　Max　brought　their　Alphas　aboard。　Below；　hidden　beneath　a　swirling；　agitated　pall　of　cloud　cover；　Praxis　was　fractured　beyond　recognition；　the　molten　stuff　of　its　core　geysering　to　the　surface　and　boiling　away　the　planet's　oceans　and　fragile　atmosphere。　Microclimates　and　cyclonic　storms　added　to　the　fury；　unleashing　blinding　bolts　of　lightning　and　torrents　of　black　rain；　while　volcanoes　answered　the　skies　with　thunderous　volleys　of　their　own　making。　Praxis　bellowed　and　roared　like　some　tortured　animal；　rattling　the　GMU　with　its　clamorous　cries。

In　the　base's　pressurized　ordnance　bay；　Rick　and　the　others　began　to　wonder　whether　they　would　make　it　after　all。　Veidt　had　told　them　that　the　orbs　could　only　remain　clustered　for　a　short　time　once　they　reached　the　outer　edge　of　the　planet's　envelope；　but　with　Praxis　seemingly　entering　its　final　phase；　the　base　would　need　to　be　hundreds　of　thousands　of　miles　out…at　least　as　far　as　the　planet's　primary　satellite。　The　way　Cabell　saw　it；　the　Sentinels　had　one　recourse：　to　use　the　most　fully　fueled　VTs　and　Logans　I　to　reach　the　far　side　of　the　moon。　A　preliminary　count　of　the　available　mecha；　however；　had　already　pointed　up　the　cruel　truth　half　the　Sentinels　would　have　to　face；　and　even　so；　what　would　the　rest　have　acplished　outside　of　prolonging　the　inevitable？　Were　they　to　throw　together　a　bivouac　on　the　moon's　frozen　surface；　or　simply　wander　the　wastes　like　some　misguided　flock　until　the　mechas'　power　and　life…support　systems　failed？

In　another　part　of　the　bay；　Gnea　and　Bela　were　asking　Teal　why　she　had　gone　back　to　the　cave。　Neither　of　the　Praxians　knew　much　about　Spheris　or　the　ways　of　its　crystalline　life…forms；　but　the　women　guessed　that　Teal　would　have　been　just　as　happy　to　have　remained　on　Praxis　with　her　dead　rade。

〃But　we've　all　endured　losses　and　hardships；〃　Bela　was　telling　her；　trying　to　be　helpful。　〃Recall　how　Lron　and　Crysta　suffered　when　the　Farrago　met　its　end；　and　how　Gnea　and　I　grieved　for　our　Sisterhood。　Now　our　very　world。。。〃

Lron；　who　was　standing　within　earshot；　made　a　kind　of　mournful　growl。　〃Death　is　the　way　of　the　world；〃　he　muttered　in　the　usual　Karbarran　fashion。　〃We　do　not　mourn　the　loss　of　our　friends；　we　are　resigned　to　such　things。〃

〃I'm　not　mourning　for　Baldan；〃　Teal　said；　looking　up　at　him　and　Crysta。　〃I'm　upset　about　the　child。〃

〃The　dead　child；〃　Gnea　started　to　say。

〃It's　not　dead；〃　Teal　said　harshly；　standing　up　and　walking　away　from　them。

〃It　lives？〃　Bela　said；　catching　up　and　spinning　her　around　by　the　arm。　〃And　you　would　knowingly　abandon　it？〃

〃Let　her　be；　Bela；〃　Lron　cut　in。　〃You　know　nothing　of　their　ways。〃

〃I　know　what　it　means　to　leave　a　being　to　die；〃　she　answered　him。　〃Why；　Teal？〃　she　asked。

The　Spherisian　gazed　at　her　coldly。　〃Because　I　will　have　to　care　for　the　infant。　That　is　our　way。〃

Teal　snatched　her　arm　away　and　Bela　threw　back　her　broad　shoulders。　〃I　will　return　for　the　child。　I　will　raise　it；　if　you　won't。〃

Teal　whirled　on　her；　pointing　a　hand　accusingly。　〃What　do　Praxians　know　of　motherhood？　I　forbid　you！〃

Even　Gnea　had　misgivings　about　the　idea；　and　risked　a　step　into　Bela's　path。　〃Think　twice；　Sister。　Besides；　it　is　too　late…Halidarre　rests　and　our　Praxis　is　out　of　reach。〃

〃I'll　take　you；〃　a　female　voice　rose　up　from　the　group　of　mecha　pilots　that　had　gathered　round。　Miriya　Sterling　eased　her　way　her　way　through　the　group；　until　she　was　toe…to…toe　with　the　amazon。　〃I'll　take　you；〃　she　repeated。

〃A　Praxian　and　a　Zentraedi　sharing　the　same　small　space？〃　Gnea　scoffed。　〃Even　such　a　mission　of　mercy…〃

〃No　matter　what　you　may　think　of　me；〃　the　former　Quadrono　ace　responded；　〃I　know　as　much　about　the　sanctity　of　life　as　any　of　you　do。　Give　it　a　try；　Bela…for　the　infant's　sake。〃　She　thrust　a　helmet　into　Bela's　hands。

Bela　held　on　to　the　thing　for　a　moment；　then　donned　it；　and　raced　with　Miriya　for　one　of　the　Skull's　red　VTs。

Rick　didn't　even　consider　trying　to　stop　them…not　that　Bela　or　Miriya　would　have　listened　to　him　in　any　case。　He　had　noticed　a　kind　of　latent　xenophobia　surfacing　among　the　Sentinels…something　stress　had　brought　out…and　reasoned　that　a　rescue　mission　could　provide　just　the　rallying　point　everyone　needed。

Bela　and　Miriya　were　suited　up　by　the　time　Rick　came　over　to　wish　them　luck；　and　minutes　later　the　bay　had　been　cleared　for　the　VT's　launch。　Miriya　entered　course　headings　as　the　mecha　dropped　down　along　the　GMU's　substantially　reduced　orb　cluster　and　into　the　dark　night　of　the　planet's　soul。

Once　through　the　shroud；　the　two　women　witnessed　for　themselves　the　final；　tormented　moments　of　Praxis's　tectonic　death。　Great；　furious　rivers　of　molten　stuff　coursed　across　the　planet's　surface　now；　burying　forests　and　villages　in　liquid　fire。　Here　and　there；　where　the　rivers　were　abruptly　dammed　by　ground　swells；　were　crater…sized　lakes　of　lava；　flailing　white…hot　tendrils　into　an　equally　hellish　sky。　Praxis　seemed　to　be　expanding　while　they　watched；　bursting　its　geological　seams。

Miraculously；　the　region　around　the　caves　was　practically　unchanged；　except　for　an　expanding　flow　of　lava　that　had　sealed　the　entrance　to　the　central　cavern。　The　artificial　chute；　however；　remained　open　and　accessible。

〃We'll　have　to　go　in　through　the　top；〃　Miriya　shouted；　struggling　to　keep　the　VT　stabilized　in　the　face　of　intense　updrafts　from　the　liquified　valley　floor。

Miriya　imaged　the　VT　over　to　Guardian　mode　and　dropped　the　mecha　into　a　controlled　fall　through　the　wide　chimney　the　Sentinels　had　blasted　through　fifty　feet　of　porous　rock。　With　external　temperatures　registering　in　the　red；　there　was　no　leaving　the　Veritech　for　a　personal　rescue；　but　years　of　experience　in　handling　the　mecha　allowed　Miriya　to　acplish　something　even　more　extraordinary：　foot　thrusters　holding　the　mecha　motionless　only　inches　above　a　pool　of　lava　that　had　seeped　in　through　the　mouth　of　the　cave；　she　utilized　the　radome　to　rake　the　throbbing　crystal　away　from　the　wall　where　Teal　had　dropped　it。　Then；　when　the　Spherisian　infant　was　within　reach；　she　took　it　gingerly　into　the　VT's　metal…shod　hand；　brought　up　the　thrusters；　and　took　the　Guardian　up　the　chimney；　in　a　kind　of　stork　reversal。

All　the　while；　Bela　was　offering　words　of　encouragement；　and　free　of　the　chute　now；　she　reached　forward　to　give　Miriya　an　affectionate　squeeze　on　the　shoulder。

Praxis　did　all　it　could　to　ground　the　tiny　craft；　hurling　plumes　of　fire　at　its　tail　and　chasing　it　to　the　edge　of　space　with　savage　stabs　of　lightning；　but　there　was　no　stopping　Miriya；　no　way　she　would　permit　the　planet　to　reclaim　the　child　they　had　rescued　from　its　unharnessed　evil。

Once　more　through　the　pall；　the　VT　reached　the　deceptive　safety　of　the　planet's　stratosphere。　Locked　on　to　the　GMU's　frequency　now；　Miriya　and　Bela　began　to　relax　some；　but　as　they　approached　the　ten…wheeled　battlewagon　and　its　support　cluster；　they　saw　something　that　delivered　them　to　the　edge　of　panic：　both　the　vehicle's　launch　doors　were　wide　open；　and　local　space　was　littered　with　VTs　and　Logans；　even　half…a…dozen　reconfigured　Hovertanks。　Miriya　and　Bela　thought　for　a　moment　that　things　had　reached　the　hopeless　level；　and　someone　had　given　the　abandon…ship　order；　a　reckless　last　gasp　for　the　moon。。。

Then　they　spotted　the　dreadnought；　Wolff's　bright　spot　in　the　galaxy…the　SDF…7　rescue　vessel。


One　day　Rick　and　Lisa　would　pare　the　rescue　of　the　Sentinels　to　the　SDF…l's　rescue　of　Macross　from　the　Solar　System's　outer　circle　of　frozen　hell；　there　was　the　same　sense　of　urgency；　the　same　logistical　problems　and　sacrifices…and　chief　among　these　would　be　the　GMU　itself。　With　the　orbs　beating　a　fast　path　for　the　safety　of　interstellar　space；　the　Sentinels　had　no　way　to　maneuver　the　base　aboard；　and　there　was　no　docking　bay　in　the　SDF…7　large　enough　to　contain　it　even　if　they　could。　But　just　now；　to　everyone　but　Vince　Grant；　the　GMU　was　of　secondary　concern。　Distance　was　the　crucial　matter　at　hand…how　much　could　be　put　between　the　cruiser　and　Praxis；　and　just　how　quickly。

They　were　close　to　a　million　miles　out　when　the　planet　came　apart；　when　enough　force　to　obliterate　the　moon…the　place　Rick　had　recently　seen　as　their　possible　salvation。　Bela　and　Gnea　were　on　the　bridge　to　witness　the　brief　fireball　that　flared　where　a　world　had　once　turned。

〃We　are　homeless；〃　Bela　cried。

But　from　what　Rick　and　the　others　were　beginning　to　understand；　the　Praxians　weren't　the　only　ones。　Again　a　parison　with　the　SDF…1　would　present　itself；　the　memory　of　a　council's　edict　that　forbade　the　fortress　to　remain　the　Earthspace；　an　edict　that　effectively　betrayed　the　Robotech　Defense　Force。　And　such　betrayals；　Rick　reminded　himself；　had　a　cruel　way　of　balancing　out。。。

Superluminal　Reflex　drives　kept　the　fortress　well　ahead　of　Praxian　debris；　and　during　that　brief　run　to　the　outer　limits　of　the　planetary　system；　Wolff　related　to　his　dazed　rades　the　sobering　tale　of　his　short　stay　aboard　the　SDF…3。　Wolff　knew　nothing　of　the　simulagent's　assassination；　and　Tesla　certainly　wasn't　talking；　but　even　without　that　subplot；　there　was　more　than　enough　to　leave　the　Humans　dumbfounded。

As　they　continued　to　rehash　the　details；　a　curious　understanding　of　the　council's　decision　began　to　undermine　their　initial　outrage。　But　that　Wolff　should　have　to　steal　a　ship；　and　that　the　Sentinels　would　as　a　consequence　be　viewed　as　outlaws。。。these　things　were　not　so　easily　embraced。　For　the　XT　Sentinels；　the　revelations　only　meant　that　they　had　gained　a　second　enemy　instead　of　a　much…needed　ally。　Among　the　group；　however；　there　was　the　beginning　of　a　renewed　cohesiveness。

Rick　thought　he　detected　something　unsettling　in　Wolff；　but　he　dismissed　it；　speculating　that　he　would　probably　have　returned　in　even　worse　shape。

〃Do　we　return　to　Tirol；　or　continue　on　as　planned？〃　Rick　asked　everyone。　〃If　we　opt　for　going　back；　it　could　mean　prison　for　most　of　us；　death　for　some；〃　he　added；　glancing　over　at　Wolff。　〃On　the　other　hand；　it　might　give　us　a　chance　to　explain　ourselves　to　the　council　and　keep　Edwards　from　gaining　any　further　influence。〃

〃What　do　we　care　about　your　General　Edwards？〃　Lron　shouted；　looking　for　support　from　the　o