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ple； that the Global Military Police had managed to insert an espionage operative among the clone population of the Masters' ships。 And that the Mastersuntil recentlybeen tiptoeing around Monument City because of some Protoculture…manufacturing device concealed inside the SDF…1。 The latest rumor to e down the well was that the Masters had issued an ultimatum to Supreme mander Leonard that humankind either abandon Earth； or find itself caught in a war between the Masters and their enemies； the Invid。
If anyone could have negotiated an accord with the aliens； it would have been Rolf Emerson； Dana Sterling's guardian。 And now Emerson was dead。
Tears coursing down her cheeks； Misa gazed absently at the huge fiber…optic display screen on the wall of the neighboring residential tower。 The telepresence known as EVE had once dominated that and other screens； but EVE was long gone； gone with Zand and his Protoculture research facility； from which Zand's conversations with the Masters had taken place。 With nothing but advertisements running on the screens ever since； was it any wonder that Misa preferred to stay tuned to the War Channel？
Moth to a flame； she returned her attention to the news 。。。
Dead； too； by all accounts； were Anatole Leonard and Chairman Wyatt Moran。 Word had it that Leonard； the Supreme mander of the Army of the Southern Cross； had blundered definitively at the end； and； by rejecting Emerson's plea to consolidate all ground…based forces； had allowed the Masters' flagship to slip through Monument's defenses。
Cameras positioned near the Macross memorial relayed a dazzling close…up of the spade…fortress； as three segmented appendages extruded themselves from the ship's underside。 From each appendage came a zigzagging beam of light as bright as a solar prominence； which cleaved the tallest of the mounds； displacing avalanches of trees； boulders； and dirt from its flat top； ultimately exposing the headless corpse of the SDF…1 itself。 The beams intensified and merged； and more of the dirt and debris that had been heaped on the Super Dimensional Fortress fell away or was incinerated。
But just when it was beginning to look as if the Masters were intent on levitatingif not resurrectingthe fortress； the flagship abruptly powered down； tipped to one side； and exploded。
Then something even more unexpected occurred： the explosion appeared to arrest itself。 Misa thought that she had inadvertently activated the wallscreen's replay…and…pause function； but not a moment later a nova flared at the center of the cleaved mound and a shaft of refulgent energy shot upward from the SDF…1； engaging and somehow dampening the blast of the exploding starship。
Dampening； but not entirely containing the burst。
There was no way to stabilize the satellite…relayed image now。 The ground was shaking with the force of an earthquake； and enormous fragments of housings； armor； and structural members were pelting the two standing mounds and the surrounding plain that had once been Lake Gloval。 Atomized； the SDF…1 disappeared in what at first seemed to be a storm of swirling dust particles； but in close…up looked more like seeds or spores。 Spores； and more： petals； leaves； flowers； entire plantssucked upward and sent wafting in every direction； as if being sown by the explosion itself。
Misa gaped at the wallscreen； not knowing what to make of the sight。 She reached a trembling hand for her cup of green tea and raised it to her lips。 Had the Earth been savedrescued one final time by the very ship that had started it all？ Or had something more sinister than defeat been visited on the world？
Dana Sterling marched bravely at the head of the crowd； the side arm she had filched from Angelo Dante tucked into her broad leather belt； Polly the XT pollinator gamboling at her feet。 She felt ravaged in every part of herself； burned raw； inside and out。 Rolf Emerson； Leonard； and Morandead 。 The afternoon made colder by strange winds； born of the destruction of the Masters' flagship and the SDF…1 mound。 The sky shrouded by black smoke from the funeral pyre that had been Monument City 。。。
Behind her marched the rest of the 15th ATACAngelo； Bowie； Sean； and Louiealong with Cosmic Unit manders Marie Crystal and Dennis Brown； Global Military Police lieutenant Nova Satori； Musica； Mistress of the Cosmic Harp； and the two hundred or so alien clones the 15th had rescued from the Masters' flagship。
In the east hung a great roiling cloud of spores and petals that had been funneled into the upper atmosphere by the destroyed flagship。 Dana had e to think of the mushroom cloud as a transfer station for the seedlings of the Flower of Life； a place of penultimate appointment where they hung until the winds dispersed them worldwide。 The physical and spiritual foodstuff of the Invid； the Flowers of Life were harbingers of Earth's next cataclysm。
To many it would appear that Zor Prime had died for nothing； having sacrificed his life to prevent the Masters from retrieving the Protoculture Matrix hidden by his namesake aboard the SDF…1。 But Dana had been granted a glimpse of a deeper truthor at least she thought she had。 Mirroring the chaotic dance of the spores overhead； images swirled in her mind； though she couldn't say which were the by…products of real events and which were flashbacks of hallucination。
Her recollection of those final moments aboard the flagship were nothing less than dreamlike。 The plummeting ship 。。。 Zor Prime's assassination of the Master named Shaizan 。。。 Zor Prime's final words to her。 〃They brought punishment down on themselves through their misuse of the Protoculture； and I am the instrument of that punishment； ordained by the Shaping。〃
The Shaping。 Over the years she'd heard the term bandied about by the disciples of Dr。 Emil Lang and Lazlo Zand； both of whom had turned Robotechnology into a kind of religion； with Protoculture as its demiurge。 But to hear the word from Zor Prime's lips 。。。 Was he crazy at the end； she wondered； or merely a victim of the Protoculture？
Only moments earlier； on the flagship； as a consequence of touching a canister of the Protoculture； Dana had had her own fling with madness： a vision of sorts； fashioned of images lifted from events of the past year； mingled with others whose origins she couldn't explain。
She recalled a green field； lush with the Flowers of Life； surrounded by hills and valesthough only her Southern Cross body armor and the distant； wind…blasted crags gave any hint that she was on Earth。 Dark； cloaked figures had shown her a youthful image of herself and had intimated that she belonged to a triumvirate of clones； like those the Masters had created on Tirol。
She had rejected the suggestion； even if it wasn't far off the mark。 She was； after all； half Zentraedi； and that race of giant warrior clones had also been created by the Masters。 And； yes； there were many times when she had tried to deny her ancestry； in the interest of fitting in。 But in the hallucination； rejecting the alien side of herself had landed her in a bleak landscape； among skulls and bones and the ash piles of ten thousand cremations。 Only to be rescued from her exile