Islands of Space Part 34

Through the s.h.i.+p came the low hum that rose quickly to a screeching call of danger--the warning! The city was under attack!

XXII

The Nansalian fleet was already outside the city and hard at it. The fight was on! But Arcot saw that the fight was one-sided in the extreme.

s.h.i.+p after s.h.i.+p of the Nansalian fleet seemed to burst into sudden, inexplicable flame and fall blazing against another of their own s.h.i.+ps!

It seemed as though some irresistible attraction drew the s.h.i.+ps together and smashed them against each other in a blaze of electric flame, while the s.h.i.+ps of Sator did nothing but stay far off to one side and dodge the rays of the Nansalian s.h.i.+ps.

Quickly, Arcot turned to Torlos. "Torlos, go out! Leave the s.h.i.+p! We can work better when you aren't here, since we don't have to worry about exposure to magnetic rays. I don't like to make you miss this, but it's for your world!"

Torlos showed his disappointment; he wanted to be in this battle. But he realized that what the Earthman said was true. Their weak, stone bones were completely immune to the effects of even the most powerful magnetic ray.

He nodded. "I'll go. Good Luck! And give them a few shots for me!"

He turned and ran down the corridor to the airlock. As soon as he was outside, Arcot lifted the s.h.i.+p.

It had taken less than a minute to get into the air, but in that minute, the Nansalian fleet had taken a terrific beating. Arcot noticed that the few s.h.i.+ps of Sator that had been hit smashed into the ground with a terrible blaze of violet light that left nothing but a pile of fused metal.

"They've got something, all right," Arcot thought to himself as he drove the _Ancient Mariner_ into battle.

It would be impossible for the Nansalians to lower their magnetic screen, even for a second, so Arcot simply aimed the s.h.i.+p toward it and turned on the power.

"Hold on!" he called as they struck it. The s.h.i.+p reeled and sank suddenly planetward, then it bounced up and outward. They were through the wall.

The rooms were suddenly oppressively hot, and the molecular cooler was struggling to lower it. "We made it," Morey said triumphantly, "but the eddy currents sure heated up the hull!"

They were out of the city now, speeding toward the battle. Following a prearranged system, the Nansalian s.h.i.+ps retreated, leaving the Earthmen a free hand. They needed no help!

Wade, Fuller, and Morey began to lash out with the molecular beams, smas.h.i.+ng the Satorian s.h.i.+ps in on themselves, crus.h.i.+ng them to the ground, where they exploded in violet flame.

Wade and Fuller began to work together. Wade caught one s.h.i.+p in the molecular ray, and Fuller hit with a heat beam. Like some t.i.tanic broom they swept it around at dozens of miles a second, leaping, twisting, smas.h.i.+ng s.h.i.+p after s.h.i.+p. Like a s...o...b..ll, the lump of glowing metal grew with each crash, till a dozen s.h.i.+ps had fallen into it. It was a new broom, and it swept clean!

Then a magnetic beam caught the _Ancient Mariner_. With a shock, it slowed down at a terrific rate. Then Arcot turned on more power, and simply dragged the other s.h.i.+p along by its own magnetic beam! Wade tore the s.h.i.+p loose with his molecular beam, but the mighty ma.s.s of metal that had been his broom was gone, a glowing ma.s.s of metal on the ground.

"We haven't seen that new weapon yet," Morey called.

"Can't find us!" Arcot replied into the intercom. The sun was setting, and the blazing red star was lighting the s.h.i.+p, making it seem like a ball of fire when still and a flas.h.i.+ng streak of red light when in motion.

s.h.i.+p after s.h.i.+p of the Satorians was going down before the three beams of the Earth s.h.i.+p; the great fleet was dissolving like a lump of sugar in boiling water.

Suddenly, just ahead of them, an enemy s.h.i.+p drove toward them with obvious intent to ram; if his magnetic beam caught them, and drew them towards him, there would be a head-on collision.

Wade caught it with a molecular beam, and it became a blazing wreck on the ground.

"All rays off!" Arcot called. As soon as they were off, Arcot hit a switch, and the _Ancient Mariner_ vanished.

Arcot drove the invisible s.h.i.+p high above the battle. Below, the Satorians were searching wildly for the s.h.i.+p. They knew it must be somewhere near, and feared that at any second it might materialize before them with its deadly rays.

Arcot stayed above them for nearly a minute while the s.h.i.+ps below twisted and turned, wildly seeking him. Then they went into formation again and started back for the city.

"That's what I wanted!" Arcot said grimly. "In formation, they're like sitting ducks!" He dropped the s.h.i.+p like a plummet while the ray operators prepared to sweep the formation with their beams.

Suddenly the _Ancient Mariner_ was visible again. Simultaneously, three rays leaped down and bathed the formation in their pale radiance. The front ranks vanished, and the line broke, attacking the s.h.i.+p that hung above them now. Four magnetic beams. .h.i.t the _Ancient Mariner_ at once!

Arcot couldn't pull away from all four, and his gunners couldn't tell which s.h.i.+ps were holding them.

All at once, the men felt a violent electrical shock! The air about them was filled with the blue haze of the electric weapon they had seen!

Instantly, the magnetic beams left them, and they saw behind them a single Satorian s.h.i.+p heading toward them, surrounded by that same bluish halo of light. A suicide s.h.i.+p!

Arcot accelerated away from it as Fuller hit it with a molecular beam.

The s.h.i.+p reeled and stopped, and the _Ancient Mariner_ pulled away from it rapidly. Then, the frost-covered s.h.i.+p of the dead came on, still heading for them!

Arcot turned and went off to the right, but like a pursuing Nemesis, the strange s.h.i.+p came after them in the shortest, most direct route!

The molecular beams were useless now; there was no molecular energy left in the frozen hulk that accelerated toward them. Suddenly, the two envelopes of blue light touched and coalesced! A great, blinding arc leaped between the two s.h.i.+ps as the speeding Satorian hull smashed violently against the side of the _Ancient Mariner_! The men ducked automatically, and were hurled against their seat-straps with tremendous force. There was a rending, cras.h.i.+ng roar, a sea of flame--and darkness.

They could only have been unconscious a few seconds, for when the fog went away, they could see the glowing ma.s.s of the enemy s.h.i.+p still falling far beneath them. The lux wall where it had hit was still glowing red.

"Morey!" Arcot called. "You all right? Wade? Fuller?"

"Okay!" Morey answered.

So were Wade and Fuller.

"It was the lux hull that saved us," Arcot said. "It wouldn't break, and the temperature of the arc didn't bother it. And since it wouldn't carry a current, we didn't get the full electrical effect.

"I'm going to convince those birds that this s.h.i.+p is made of something they can't touch! We'll give them a real show!"

He dived downward, back into the battle.

It was a show, all right! It was impossible to fight the Earth s.h.i.+p. The enemy had to concentrate four magnetic rays on it to use their electric weapon, and they could only do that by sheer luck!

And even that was of little use, for they simply lost one of their own s.h.i.+ps without harming the _Ancient Mariner_ in the least.

s.h.i.+p after s.h.i.+p crumpled in on itself like crushed tinfoil or hurled itself violently to the ground as the molecular beams touched them. The Satorian fleet was a fleet no longer; it was a small collection of disorganized s.h.i.+ps whose commanders had only one thought--to flee!

The few s.h.i.+ps that were left spearheaded out into s.p.a.ce, using every bit of acceleration that the tough bodies of the Satorians could stand. With a good head start, they were rapidly escaping.

"We can't equal that acceleration," said Wade. "We'll lose them!"

"Nope!" Arcot said grimly. "I want a couple of those s.h.i.+ps, and I'm going to get them!"

At four gravities of acceleration, the _Ancient Mariner_ drove after the fleeing s.h.i.+ps of Sator, but the enemy s.h.i.+ps soon dropped rapidly from sight.

Twenty five thousand miles out in s.p.a.ce, Arcot cut the acceleration.

"We'll catch them now, I think," he said softly. He pushed the little red switch for an instant, then opened it. A moment before, the planet Nansal had been a huge disc behind them. Now it was a tiny thing, a full million miles away.