On the Trail of the Space Pirates Part 39

EMERGENCY:

GANYMEDE GARRISON ATTACKED ZERO THREE HUNDRED HOURS BY TWO s.h.i.+PS.

ONE VESSEL IDENTIFIED AS ROCKET CRUISER POLARIS. SEND AID IMMEDIATELY. ENTIRE COLONY AT MERCY OF c.o.xINE. SIGNED, SOMMERS, MAJOR, SOLAR GUARD.

Strong realized at once that the cadets had been forced to give the recognition code to the pirate. There wasn't any other way for the pirate to penetrate the defenses of Ganymede. And, thought Strong bitterly, to blast c.o.xine was to blast the cadets as well. The commander's words echoed again in his ears, "... blast him, Steve!

That's an order!"

Strong turned to his second-in-command. "Man all guns! Stand by to attack under plan S! We'll engage the enemy as soon as he's sighted!"

The young officer saluted and turned away quickly. But not before he saw the mist in Steve Strong's eyes.

Tom, Roger, and Astro watched the incredible scene taking place in front of them with unbelieving eyes. Seven men were standing at rigid attention on the control deck of the _Avenger_. Wallace, Russell, Attardi, Harris, Sh.e.l.ly, Martin, and Brooks. In front of them, standing equally rigid, Bull c.o.xine was addressing them in a low restrained voice.

"Raise your right hands and repeat after me."

The men raised their hands.

"I hereby pledge my life to Bull c.o.xine!"

"... I hereby pledge my life to Bull c.o.xine...." repeated the men in unison.

"To uphold his decisions, obey his orders, and fulfill his purpose of destroying the Solar Alliance and establis.h.i.+ng a new governmental order!"

The seven men repeated the words slowly and hesitantly.

"All right," said c.o.xine. "From this day on, you are my chief lieutenants. You will command the s.h.i.+ps of my fleet, and when we destroy the power of the Solar Guard and take over the Alliance, you will help me rule our new order."

The seven men looked at each other, raised a mild cheer, and waited as c.o.xine shook hands with each of them.

"All right," said c.o.xine abruptly as he reached the end of the line.

"Get to your s.h.i.+ps and prepare for full acceleration. We go into action immediately!"

The men filed from the room silently, each with a worried look on his face. c.o.xine failed to notice their lack of enthusiasm and turned to the three cadets.

"Some day, boys," he said, "you'll go down in history as being the first witnesses to the establishment of the new order."

Astro glared up at the giant s.p.a.ceman. "We'll be the witnesses to the biggest bust in the universe when the Solar Guard catches up with you!"

"Yeah," drawled Roger in his most casual manner. "You're the one that'll go down in history, c.o.xine, as the biggest s.p.a.ce-ga.s.sing idiot that ever blasted off!"

Tom suddenly guffawed. Though close to death, he couldn't help laughing at Roger's remark. The big s.p.a.ceman flushed angrily and with the flat of his hand slapped the cadet across the face. Then, he turned to the teleceiver and opened the circuit to all the s.h.i.+ps that were standing by in s.p.a.ce around the _Avenger_, the s.h.i.+ps of the Ganymede garrison.

"Stand by for acceleration," he called. "We're going to show the Solar Alliance who's boss, beginning right now! I'll give you the target in a few minutes but head in the direction of Earth!"

He faced the three cadets and sneered. "By the time I'm finished with Luna City, the only thing active will be radioactive!"

Suddenly Gus Wallace could be heard screaming over the teleceiver, his face a mask of fear and panic.

"Bull! Bull!" he shouted. "The Solar Guard! We just spotted them!

Squadrons! Heading straight for us! We've got to get out of here!"

"What?" roared c.o.xine, turning to his radar scanner. The blips on the screen verified the alarm. He shouted into the teleceiver, "Man your guns! We'll wipe them out right now!"

"But, Bull--" whined Wallace. "They'll blast us out of s.p.a.ce!"

c.o.xine roared into the mike. "The first one of you yellow crawlers that tries to run for it will be blasted by me! Man your guns, I said! This is our big chance! Wipe out the Solar Guard now and the Solar Alliance is ours for the asking! Fight, men! Fight!"

Tom, Roger, and Astro looked at each other, mouths open, not knowing whether they should laugh or not at the dramatic speech of the huge s.p.a.ceman. But whatever the private feelings of the criminals, c.o.xine had roused them to fever pitch and the boys could hear them racing through the _Avenger_, preparing to fight the squadrons of Solar Guard s.h.i.+ps bearing down on them.

c.o.xine strapped himself in the pilot's chair and began barking orders to his battle stations, whipping his men into action relentlessly.

And then suddenly Captain Strong's voice, vibrant and firm, came over the audioceiver, demanding the surrender of the pirate captain and his fleet.

"Never!" roared c.o.xine. "You'll get my surrender from the barrels of every blaster I have under my command!"

"Then," replied Strong, "I have no alternative but to attack!"

With a coldness that reached across the void of s.p.a.ce and gripped their hearts with icy fingers, the three cadets heard their skipper give his squadrons the deadly order!

"Fire!"

c.o.xine snapped his order at almost the same instant and the three cadets felt the _Avenger_ shudder as her turrets began blazing away, returning round for round of the deadly atomic missiles.

Racing from scanner to the control panel and back again, c.o.xine watched the battle rage around him. With speeds nearing that of light, exhaust trails cut scarlet paths through the black s.p.a.ce, as the two opposing fleets attacked, counterattacked, and then regrouped to attack again.

The rhythm of the blasters on the _Avenger_ had taken on a familiar pattern of five-second intervals between bursts. Gradually, one by one, the pirate s.h.i.+ps were hit, demolished or badly damaged, but still they fought on. c.o.xine, his eyes wild with desperation, now kept lining up s.h.i.+ps in his radar sights and firing, with no way of knowing which was friend and which was foe.

Tom, Roger, and Astro watched the dogfight on the scanner in horrified fascination. Never before had they seen such maneuvering, as the giant s.h.i.+ps avoided collision sometimes by inches. Once, Tom tore his eyes away from the scanner when he saw a rocket destroyer plow through the escaping swarm of jet boats after one of the pirate s.h.i.+ps had been hit.

Fire and change course, fire and change course, again and again, c.o.xine performed the miracle of escaping the deadly atomic blasters aboard the Solar Guard s.h.i.+ps.

Suddenly the three cadets saw the outline of a rocket cruiser bearing down on them. The white blip on the scanner came closer and closer to the heart of the scanner. Just in time c.o.xine saw it and shouted for a course change. But even as the _Avenger_ swung up and away from the attacking s.h.i.+p, the cadets saw the flash of flame from the cruiser's turrets and a moment later felt the bone-rattling shudder of a near miss.

The control deck suddenly filled with smoke. A flash fire broke out in the control panel and the circuits sparked and flared. Tom was thrown across the room and Roger landed on top of him.

"Up ninety degrees! Full starboard thrust!" roared c.o.xine into the intercom. "Hurry, you s.p.a.ce crawlers! We've got to get out of here!"

Tom quickly realized that in the smoke and confusion c.o.xine couldn't possibly direct the s.h.i.+p back into the fight. There was only one explanation. He was deserting his fleet and trying to escape.

And then, over the noise and confusion, Tom could hear the sound of struggling bodies and c.o.xine muttering an oath between his teeth.

"I'll break you in two, you blasted s.p.a.ce rat!"

There were more sounds of struggle, and Tom and Roger heard Astro's voice replying grimly:

"Do it and then talk about it, big shot!"

Slowly the smoke cleared from the control deck and Tom and Roger strained their eyes to see through the thick cloud. There, in front of them, stood Astro, torn strands of rope dangling from his arms, in mortal combat with c.o.xine. The two giants were holding each other's wrists, their feet spread wide, legs braced, grimacing faces an inch apart, struggling to throw each other off balance.