太空堡垒小说简介
Robotech 系列小说是由 Del Rey Books 公司出版，作者署名为 Jack McKinney 。Jack McKinney 是 Brian Daley 和 James Luceno 俩人合作写书时使用的笔名，其中 Brian Daley 已于 1996 去世，年仅 49 岁。 这是一部从著名的动画片《太空堡垒》改编的小说，一共有21本，
下面是总体介绍：
01 Genesis 创世纪
02 Battle Cry 战斗呼声
03 Homecoming 回家
04 Battlehymn 战斗圣歌
05 Force of Arms 武力
06 Doomsday 世界末日
07 Southern Cross 南十字军
08 Metal Fire 金属火焰
09 The Final Nightmare 最后的梦魇
10 Invid Invasion 因维得入侵
11 Metamorphosis 变形
12 Symphony of Light 光的交响曲
13 The Devil's Hand 魔鬼之手
14 Dark Powers 黑暗力量
15 Death Dance 死亡舞蹈
16 World Killers 地球杀手
17 Rubicon 鸿沟
18 The End of the Circle 轮回的终点
19 The Zentraedi Rebellion 天顶星人叛乱
20 The Master's Gambit 统治者的开局
21 Before the Invid Storm 因维得风暴前传
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八周的特别训练让他无法适应这种既安静又疯狂的太空战斗。死亡和分裂毫无声息，远处瞄准母
舰的激光束象针点般闪烁，反粒子束如暴雨般袭来，四处充满着绚丽而短暂的火花……
正当两个战斗囊从上面靠近他时，瑞克卡特点燃了VT的推进器。这里没有绝对上下的区别，只有
相对的概念；这里没有判断加速的办法，只能感觉到不断把自己钉在椅背上，或者踩住制动时迫
使向前的力量；这里也没有判断快慢的办法，只能和其它变形战斗机或者SDF-1相对比；只有那不
变的星空点缀着那些冷酷而又神秘的炮火，表明着这里是战场。
第一部:起源
序章
我已经带来了巨大的死亡和痛苦,佐尔这样想着。只有用我的余生来创造生命，才是唯一正确的方
式。
他从临时基地的观察窗向外眺望。这个仅仅四天前还毫无生机的星球，现在在他面前延展着
铺满了繁盛植被的平原。生命之花已经盛开，球状的嫩枝伸向阳光，伸向它们的渴望。
佐尔，这位普罗多文明的主人和种族的最高智者满意的点了点头。对于自己过去行为的回忆
时常逼得他快要发疯，尽管他作的比起他的同类来说不算什么。不过只要面对这样的景色，他就
能暂时忘记过去，为自己的杰作感到自豪。
在他的上方，阳光遍洒着停泊的巨大飞船，超时空堡垒已在他的指示下离开了星球。这件事
和生命之花的萌芽所带来的满足，将使他能更坦然的面对即将到来的死亡。
他身材高挑，有着一张瘦削而永远年轻的脸，一头浓密的金发犹如星光般闪亮，衣着高贵而
优雅，裁剪合身，肩膀后面搭着一条外用短袍。
正在他沉思时,身后突然响起了警报和天顶星人急促的声音：“警报！警报！因维人的军舰正
在降落！所有的战士到战斗囊就绪！
佐尔的目光从外界绚丽的风景转回到基地内糟糕的现实。周围，高大的天顶星人们四处奔忙
着准备战斗。尽管因维人的出现令他们措手不及，尽管他们寡不敌众，尽管敌人居高临下，但对
他们来说这时仍有一种渴望，那就是战斗——不停的战斗——他们生存的唯一理由。
他们在类似的情况下已经多次和因维人遭遇了。让佐尔感到苦涩和讽刺的却是他自己拙劣的
判断力，以及他的主人——残酷的机器人统治者们把这群独居一处、生活单纯、爱好和平的种族
变成了宇宙中最凶残的战士。
这时,天顶星最高指挥官多尔扎正怒视着佐尔。他庞大的身躯上用皮绳挂着各式各样盔甲和武
器,巨大的额头使他看上去像尊石像。
“我们应当在花开之前撤离的,我警告过你!”
多尔扎朝佐尔举起巨大的铁拳,似乎想把他打扁。佐尔忠诚的卫士瓦德紧张的握着武器,但佐
尔依然镇定的注视着多尔扎。这时，全副武装的天顶星战士和他们庞大的战斗囊开始冲向战场，
引起基地四周一阵阵的颤动。
“太空堡垒在哪儿?” 多尔扎追问，“你把它怎样了？”
“我已经让它离开了。”佐尔平静的回答，“去一个远离这种罪恶和无谓战争的地方。它现
在应该已经到达星系的边缘，速度如箭，动力十足，遥不可及。因维人不可能再阻止它了。”
多尔扎明白，他说得没错。因为，超时空堡垒，这个一公里多长的超级机器中所凝聚的，是
佐尔发现的所有源自生命之花的奇异能动力。
"你把它送到哪里去了？"多尔扎继续追问。
沉默。
"如果不是我曾以战士之名起誓要保护你",多尔扎的铁拳挥得更近了。"我一定要杀了你！"
一部分战斗囊开始加入到反击战中。这种金属锻造的战斗工具大得能容纳下一到两个天顶星
人，外形就像无头的鸵鸟，前面长而宽阔的胸甲装备着主炮和次炮的能源电池。
“我不指望你能明白。”佐尔谨慎地回答。爆炸声和冲击波回荡着基地，他们可以听见天顶
星人的通讯电波中还混杂着因维人着陆的报道。
“你们被制造出来的目的，就是去和因维人战斗——那是你们的职责。”佐尔对这个巨人司
令说，这时周围的墙开始颤动开裂，“快去执行你的职责吧！”
防护墙越颤越猛、裂缝渐渐变宽，佐尔翻身蹲下寻找掩体，瓦德用身体掩护着他，多尔扎则
转身去指挥。此时因维的重装骑甲已经穿过枪林弹雨。这是敌人最重型的机甲，最先进的战斗机
器,这种用超强合金锻造的庞大的步行战舰看上去就像发狂的两足昆虫,
这种骑甲和天顶星人的战斗囊几乎一样大小，但它们披着更坚实的外壳。突然，几个天顶星战斗
囊的前端迸射出眩目刺眼的蓝色能量集束,刺穿了第一波重装骑兵厚厚的盔甲。因维人甚至还来不
及用灭绝光弹还击,内部爆炸所产生的巨大压力就使得他们盔甲的接缝迸裂开来,残骸和白热的碎
片重重的反弹到战斗囊的外壳上,发出震耳欲聋的响声。
接着从第一波的残骸中挣出三架骑甲,后面紧跟着的又是一大团重装骑甲。灭绝光弹和红色等离子
炮的光束在空气中交织,基地的指挥中心遭到破坏，设备四处燃烧,前来阻击的战斗囊不是被炸成
灼热的碎片,就是被迫后退。
还有许多天顶星人来不及坐上战斗囊,便不顾一切地涌进战场,用他们手持的武器向因维人扫射，
在火网中狂奔穿梭，无所畏惧地冲锋，伤亡惨重。一个敏捷的战士一直冲到因维骑甲的下面,举起
枪对准装甲薄弱的连接处,倾泄出枪里所有的能量,顿时炸飞了骑甲的大腿,但是那个士兵也随之灰
飞烟灭。
在另一边,一个因维骑甲逮住因受损而不能再开火的战斗囊,用超强的金属爪把外壳连同里面受伤
的天顶星战士一同撕裂成两半。
小型的因维侦查车跟在重装骑甲后面冲进基地。顷刻间他们就找到了过去追杀了很久的佐尔,迫不
及待地准备复仇。
侦查车沉重地驶向佐尔。瓦德用手上的小型武器徒劳地向因维怪物开火，并试图用自己的身体挡
住第一波攻击以掩护自己的主人。他成功的阻挡了部分攻击,但付出的代价却是自己的生命——被
射来的流弹打中,顿时殒命。同时佐尔也被冲击波的力量冲飞,全身都被烧焦了。
一起射来的其余飞弹也被爆炸点燃,侥幸的是佐尔被抛到另一边,躲过了大部分烈焰,尽管如此他也
已经受了致命伤——皮肤开裂深及见骨，肺部被烈火灼焦，骨头也因冲撞而折断，体内不断的大
量出血。他知道，自己快死了。
就在侦查车即将完成任务时,多尔扎出现了。他用步枪对准它们猛扫,并命令剩余的机囊朝这里集
中火力。
"佐尔在下面!把他救出来!" 他对着头盔上的通讯天线咆哮着,似乎想竭力唤起他对上级的全部忠
诚。
"布利泰! 布利泰! 你在哪里?"
摧枯拉朽般的枪炮扫荡下，侦查车被打成燃烧的碎屑四处飞溅。但是它的信号已经发出，正在召
唤更多的侦查车和重装骑甲向它们的主要敌人开火。
多尔扎和残存的战士及战斗囊形成了一个拼死防守的防御圈，毫无畏惧的以死抗争他们的命运。
突然密集的火光从右边射来，随即更加猛烈的火光又从左边射来。令多尔扎吃惊的是，这些炮弹
直射向因维士兵。
原来是支援部队的前锋——布利泰的部队到达了，他们之中，有些人只穿着和布利泰一样的防护
服，但大部分坐着装备了厚厚装甲的军官战斗囊和指挥战斗囊。因维人的阵线开始在暴雨般的进
攻前崩溃。更多的支援部队源源不断的到达，而让多尔扎疑惑的则是，那个像月亮般大小的因维
人蜂巢战舰中如何能涌出数以千计的侵略部队，就像数不清的昆虫。可以肯定的是，他们的基地
里面必定层层叠叠蜂拥着数不清的活生生的敌人。
布利泰指挥的反攻部队成为打入敌阵的尖锐契子，把他们击退，就像刚才朝佐尔和多尔扎进行狂
欢般自杀攻击的因维士兵那样。就在布利泰左右开火的时候，一枚光弹打中了他身旁的战斗囊，
爆炸的残片击中了他的头部和右脸。
布利泰甩掉烧坏的头盔，指挥天顶星人继续反攻，直到把因维部队赶出外墙的缺口。
多尔扎垂下了发烫的枪口。追击那些撤退的因维人已是外部战地指挥官的任务，他现在准备听取
新来者的报告，这样他就可以知道这次意外获胜的细节。
原来，追阻太空堡垒的这个任务，使大部分因维人的战斗力受到了牵制，并且他们已经精疲力
尽。而现在正是机器人统治者下令还击的绝好时机，一个讨伐突击分队也即将赶到。布利泰正在
接受医疗士兵的护理，生命没有大碍，可是脸上的伤疤要留一辈子了。
所有这一切对于多尔扎来说都只是一瞬间。他低下头，望着全身冒烟，体无完肤的佐尔。无
数医疗兵拿着各种医疗器具和药品，挤在佐尔周围，但是久经沙场的多尔扎心里明白，佐尔已经
没救了。
佐尔的内心也和多尔扎一样，很快明白了自己的伤势。他感到自己正游荡在神志不清的边缘,但不
时有轻微疼痛传来，使他感到些许惊讶，同时还可以听到周围谈论太空堡垒的窃窃私语。于是他
忘记了灼痛的脸,不由自主的微笑起来。因为，他的船已经成功逃离了。
转眼间，他陷入了幻觉。他看见自己带着威力无限的普罗多文明，跟随着自己的超时空堡垒，在
一条无形的道路上，走向未知的世界。
那蓝白相间的世界漂浮在虚空中，散发出无限美丽，那些受到祝福的是珍贵的生命。或许这将是
一个十字路口，决定跨越银河争端的伟大事件的十字路口。
一道纯思维的能量从这个星球升起，呼啸、摇曳、盘旋，就像飓风一样令人眼花缭乱；这直径百
米的飓风不停地抛出片片耀眼的余辉，越攀越高，顷刻间消失在宇宙中。
PROLOGUE
I've brought death and suffering in such magnitude, Zor thought. It's only right that I spent the balance of my life bringing life.
He looked out from the observation bay of his temporary groundside headquarters upon a planetary surface that had been lifeless a mere four days before. He saw before him a plain teeming with thriving vegetation. Already the Flowers of Life were sprouting, reaching their eager, knob-tipped shoots into the sunshine.
Zor, supreme intellect of his race and Lord of the Protoculture, nodded approvingly. At times the memories of his own past deeds, much less those of his species, seemed enough to drive him mad. But when he looked down on a scene like this, he could forget the past and be proud of his handiwork.
And above him, blocking out the light of the nearby primary, his gargantuan starship and super dimensional fortress was escaping, as he had directed. The satisfaction he felt from that and from seeing the germinated Flowers made it much easier to accept the fact that he was about to die...
He was tall and slender, with a lean, ageless face and a thick shock of bright starlight hair. The clothes he wore were graceful, regal, cut tight to his form, covered by a short cloak that he now threw back over one shoulder.
Zor could hear the alarm signals ring behind him, and the booming voice of a Zentraedi announced, "Warning! Warning! Invid troop carriers are preparing to land! All warriors to their Battlepods!"
Zor gazed away from the beauty of the exterior scene, back to the harsh reality of the base, as towering Zentraedi dashed about, preparing for battle. Even though the appearance of the Invid had taken them by surprise, even though they were badly outnumbered and at a disadvantage since the enemy held the high ground, there was a certain eagerness to the Zentraedi; war was their life and their reason for being.
In that, they had met their match and more in the Invid. Zor found bitter irony in how his own poor judgment and the cruelty of the Robotech Masters-his masters-had turned a race of peaceful creatures, once content with their single planet and their introspective existence, into the most ferocious species in the known universe.
While subordinates strapped armor and weapons on his great body, Dolza, supreme commander of the Zentraedi, glared down at Zor. His colossal head, with its shaven, heavy-browed skull, gave him the aspect of a stone icon. "We should have departed before the Flowers germinated! I warned you!"
Dolza raised a metal-plated fist big enough to squash Zor. Unafraid, Zor looked up at him, though his faithful aide, Vard, was holding a hand weapon uneasily. Around them the base shook as armored Zentraedi and their massive fighting pods raced to battle stations.
"What of the super dimensional fortress?" Dolza demanded. "What have you done with it?"
"I have sent it away," Zor answered calmly. "To a place far removed from this evil, senseless war. It is already nearing the edge of space, too fast and far too powerful for the Invid to stop."
That much, Dolza knew, was true. The dimensional fortress, Zor's crowning technological achievement, was the mightiest machine in existence. Nearly a mile long, it incorporated virtually everything Zor had discovered about the fantastic forces and powers springing from the Flowers of Life.
"Sent it where?" Dolza demanded. Zor was silent. "If I weren't sworn by my warrior oath to protect you"-Dolza's immense fist hovered close-"I would kill you!"
A few pods from the ready-reaction force were already on the scene: looming metal battle vehicles big enough to hold one or two Zentraedi, their form suggested that of a headless ostrich, with long, broad breastplates mounting batteries of primary and secondary cannon.
"I don't expect you to understand," Zor said in carefully measured tones, as explosions and shock waves shook the base. They could hear the Zentraedi communication net crackling with reports of the Invid landing.
"You were created to fight the Invid; that is what you must do," Zor told the giant as the headquarters' outer wall heaved and began to crumble. "Go! Fulfill your Zentraedi imperative!"
As Zor spun and ducked for cover, Vard shielded him with his own body. Dolza turned to give battle as the wall shuddered and cracked wide. Through the showering rubble leapt Invid shock troopers, the enemy's heaviest class of mecha, advanced war machines. Forged from a superstrong alloy, bulky as walking battleships, the mecha resembled a maniac's vision of biped insect soldiers.
They were every bit as massive as the Zentraedi pods, and even more heavily armored. Concentrated fire from the few pods already on the scene-blue lances of blindingly bright energy penetrated the armor of the first shock trooper to appear. Even as the Invid returned fire with streams of annihilation discs, the seams and joints of its armor expanded under the overwhelming pressure from the eruptions within. It exploded into bits of wreckage and white-hot shrapnel that bounced noisily off the pods' armor.
But a trio of shock troopers had crowded in behind the first, and a dozen more massed behind them. Annihilation discs and red plasma volleys quartered the air, destroying the headquarters command center and equipment, setting fires, and blasting pods to glowing scraps or driving them back.
Armored Zentraedi warriors, lacking the time to reach their pods, rushed in to fight a desperate holding action, spraying the Invids with hand-held weapons, dodging and ducking, advancing fearlessly and suffering heavy casualties.
A swift warrior ran in under an Invid shock trooper, holding his weapon against a vulnerable joint in its armor and then triggering the entire charge all at once, pointblank. The explosion blew the Invid's leg off, toppling it, but the Zentraedi was obliterated by the detonation.
Elsewhere, an Invid mecha seized a damaged pod that could no longer fire, ripped the pod apart with its superhard metal claws, then dismembered the wounded Zentraedi within.
Scouts, smaller Invid machines, rushed in behind the shock troopers to scour the base.
It took only moments for one to find Zor; the Invid had been searching for him for a long time and were eager for revenge.
As the scout lumbered toward them, Vard tried to save his lord by absorbing the first blast himself, firing his little hand weapon uselessly at the Invid monster. He partially succeeded, but only at the cost of his own life-immolated in an instant by a disc. The force of the blast drove Zor back and scorched him.
The rest of the discs in the salvo were ignited by the explosion, but, having been flung aside, Zor was spared most of their fury. Still, he'd suffered terrible injuries-skin burned from his body until bone was exposed, lungs seared by fire, bones broken from the concussion and the fall, tremendous internal hemorrhaging. He knew he would die.
Before the Invid scout could finish the job, Dolza was there, firing at it with his disruptor rifle, ordering the remaining pods to concentrate their fire on it. "Zor is down! Save Zor!" he thundered. Switching to his helmet communicator, he tried to raise his most trusted subordinate.
"Breetai! Breetai! Where are you?"
The scout was blown to fiery bits in the withering fusillade, but its call had gone out; the other scouts and the shock troopers were homing in on their archenemy.
Dolza, with the remaining warriors and pods, formed a desperate defensive ring, unflinchingly ready to die according to their code.
Suddenly there was a massive volley from the right. Then an even more intense one from the left. To Dolza's astonishment, they were directed at the Invid.
Breetai had arrived at the head of reinforcements. Some of them were wearing only body armor like himself, but most were in tactical or heavily armed officers' Battlepods. The Invid line began to collapse before a storm of massed fire. More pods were arriving all the time. Dolza couldn't understand how-an invasion force was descending by the thousands from a moon-size Invid hive ship, its troopers as uncountable as insects. Surely the base must be covered by a living, swarming layer of the enemy.
But the enemy was being driven back, and Breetai was leading a countercharge on foot, just as a small wedge of shock troopers threatened to make good on a suicide rush at Dolza and Zor. A disc struck a pod near Breetai even as he was firing left and right with his rifle; blast and shrapnel hit his head and the right side of his face.
Breetai dropped, skull aflame, but the Zentraedi countercharge went on-somehow-to drive the Invid back to the breach in the wall.
Finally Dolza wearily lowered his glowing rifle muzzle. Pursuit of the retreating Invid could be left to the field commanders. He began to take reports from the newcomers, thus learning the details of the unexpected Zentraedi victory.
Most of the Invid had been diverted in an attempt to stop or board the dimensional fortress and had been wiped out. Even now, word of the attack was going back to the Robotech Masters; a punitive raid would have to be mounted. Breetai was being attended to by the healers and would live, though he would be scarred for life.
But all of that was of little moment to Dolza. He looked down on the smoking, broken body of Zor. Healers crowded around the fallen genius with their apparatus and medicines, but Dolza had seen enough combat casualties to know that Zor was beyond help.
Zor knew it as well as Dolza. Drifting in a near delirium, feeling surprisingly little pain, he heard exchanges about the dimensional fortress. He smiled to himself, though it hurt his scorched face, thankful that the starship had escaped.
Once more, he had the Vision that had made him decide to dispatch the ship; as the master of the limitless power of Protoculture, with his matchless intellect, he had access to hidden worlds of perception and invisible paths of knowledge.
He saw again an infinitely beautiful, blue-white world floating in space, one blessed with the treasure that was life. He sensed that it was or would be the crux of transcendent events, the crossroads and deciding place of a conflict that raged across galaxies.
A column of pure mind-energy rose from the planet, a pillar of dazzling force a hundred miles in diameter, crackling and swaying, swirling like a whirlwind, throwing out shimmering sheets of brilliance, climbing higher and higher into space all in a matter of moments.
As he had before, Zor felt humbled before the mind-cyclone's force. Then its pinnacle unexpectedly gave shape to a great bird, a phoenix of mental essence. The firebird of transfiguration spread wings wider than the planet, soaring away to another plane of existence, with a cry so magnificent and sad that Zor forgot his impending death. He wept for the dreadful splendor of what was to come, two tears flowing down his burnt cheeks.
But he was buoyed by a renewed conviction that the dimensional fortress must go to that blue-white planet.
