E.E. 'Doc' Smith SF Gateway Omnibus: The Skylark of Space, Skylark Three, Skylark of Valeron, Skylark DuQuesne (33 page)

After making sure that everyone was fastened immovably in his place he strapped himself into the pilot’s seat, then set the bar toward the strange vessel and applied fully one-third of its full power. The
Skylark
, of course, did not move. Then, with bewildering rapidity, he went into action; face glued to the visiplate, hands moving faster than the eye could follow – the left closing and opening the switch controlling the zone’ of force, the right swinging the steering controls to all points of the sphere. The mighty vessel staggered this way and that, jerking and straining terribly as the zone was thrown on and off, lurching sickeningly about the central bearing as the gigantic power of the driving bar was exerted, now in one direction, now in another.
After a second or two of this mad gyration Seaton shut off the power. He then released the zone, after assuring himself that both inner and outer screens were operating at highest possible rating.

‘There, that’ll hold ’em for a while, I guess. This battle was even shorter than the other one – and a lot more decisive. Let’s turn on the flood-lights and see what the pieces look like.’

The lights revealed that the zone of force had indeed sliced the enemy vessel into bits. No fragment was large enough to be navigable or dangerous and each was sharply cut, as though sheared from its neighbor by some gigantic, curved blade. Dorothy sobbed with relief in Seaton’s arms as Crane, with one arm around his wife, grasped his hand.

‘That was flawless, Dick. As an exhibition of perfect coordination and instantaneous timing under extreme physical difficulties, I have never seen its equal.’

‘You certainly saved all our lives,’ Margaret added.

‘Only fifty-fifty, Peg,’ Seaton protested, and blushed vividly. ‘Mart did most of it, you know. I’d’ve gummed up everything back there if he’d’ve let me. Let’s see what we can find out about ’em.’

He touched the lever and the
Skylark
moved slowly toward the wreckage, the scattered fragments of which were beginning to move toward and around each other under their mutual gravitational forces. Snapping on a searchlight, he swung its beam around, and as it settled upon one of the larger sections he saw a group of hooded figures; some of them upon the metal, others floating slowly toward it through space.

‘Poor devils – they didn’t have a chance,’ he remarked regretfully. ‘However, it was either them or us – look out! Sweet spirits of niter!’

He leaped back to the controls and the others were hurled bodily to the floor as he applied power – for at a signal each of the hooded figures had leveled a tube and once more the outer screen had flamed into incandescence. As the
Skylark
leaped away Seaton focused an attractor upon the one who had apparently signaled the attack. Rolling the vessel over in a short loop, so that the captive was hurled off into space upon the other side, he snatched the tube from the figure’s grasp with one auxiliary attractor, and anchored head and limbs with others, so that the prisoner could scarcely move a muscle. Then, while Crane and the women scrambled off the floor and hurried to the visiplates, Seaton cut in beams six, two-seven, and five-eight. Number six, ‘the softener’, was a band of frequencies extending from violet far up into the ultra-violet. When driven with sufficient power this ray destroyed eyesight and nervous tissue, and, its power increased still further, actually loosened the molecular structure of matter. Ray two-seven was operated in a range of frequencies far below the visible red. It was pure heat – its action matter became hotter and hotter as long as it
was applied, the upper limit being only the theoretical maximum of temperature. Five-eight was high-tension, high-frequency alternating current. Any conductor in its path behaved precisely as it would in the Ajax-Northrup induction furnace, which can boil platinum in ten seconds! These three items composed the beam which Seaton directed upon the mass of metal from which the enemy had elected to continue the battle – and behind each one, instead of the small energy at the command of its Osnomian inventor, were the untold millions of kilowatts developed by a one-hundred-pound bar of disintegrating copper!

There ensured a brief but appalling demonstration of the terrible effectiveness of those Osnomian weapons against anything not protected by ultra-powered screens. Metal and men – if men they were – literally vanished. One moment they were outlined starkly in the beam, there was a moment of searing, coruscating, blinding light – the next moment the beam bored on into the void, unimpeded. Nothing was visible save an occasional tiny flash, as some condensed or solidified droplet of the volatilized metal entered the path of that ravening beam.

‘We’ll see if there’s any more of ’em loose,’ Seaton remarked, as he shut off the force and probed into the wreckage with a searchlight.

No sign of life or of activity was revealed, and the light was turned upon the captive. He was held motionless in the invisible grip of the attractors, at the point where the force of those peculiar magnets was exactly balanced by the outward thrust of the repellors. By manipulating the attractor holding it, Seaton brought the strange tubular weapon into the control room through a small airlock in the wall and examined it curiously, but did not touch it.

‘I never heard of a hand-ray before, so I guess I won’t play with it much until after I learn something about it.’

‘So you have taken a captive?’ asked Margaret. ‘What are you going to do with him?’

‘I’m going to drag him in here and read his mind. He’s one of the officers of that ship, I believe, and I’m going to find out how to build one exactly like it. Our
Skylark
is now as obsolete as a 1910 flivver, and I’m going to make us a later model. How about it, Mart, don’t we want something really up-to-date if we’re going to keep on space-hopping?’

‘We certainly do. Those denizens seem to be particularly venomous, and we will not be safe unless we have the most powerful and most efficient spaceship possible. However, that fellow may be dangerous, even now – in fact, it is practically certain that he is.’

‘You chirped it, ace. I’d rather touch a pound of dry nitrogen iodide. I’ve got him spread-eagled so that he can’t destroy his brain until after we’ve read it, though, so there’s no particular hurry ’bout him. We’ll leave him out there for a while, to waste his sweetness on the desert
air. Let’s all look around for the
Kondal
. I hope they didn’t get her in that fracas.’

They diffused the rays of eight giant searchlights into a vertical fan, and with it swept slowly through almost a semicircle before anything was seen. Then there was revealed a cluster of cylindrical objects amid a mass of wreckage which Crane recognized at once.

‘The
Kondal
is gone, Dick. There is what is left of her, and most of her cargo of salt, in jute bags.’

As he spoke a series of green flashes played upon the bags, and Seaton yelled in relief.

‘Yes – they got the ship all right, but Dunark and Sitar got away – they’re still with their salt!’

The
Skylark
moved over to the wreck and Seaton, relinquishing the controls to Crane, donned a space-suit, entered the main airlock, snapped on the motor which sealed off the lock, pumped the air into a pressure-tank, and opened the outside door. He threw a light line to the two figures and pushed himself lightly toward them. He then talked briefly to Dunark in the hand-language, and handed the end of the line to Sitar, who held it while the two men explored the fragments of the strange vessel, gathering up various things of interest as they came upon them.

Back in the control room, Dunark and Sitar let their pressure decrease gradually to that of the Terrestrial vessel and removed the face-plates from their helmets.

‘Again, O Karfedo of Earth, we thank you for our lives,’ Dunark began, gasping for breath, when Seaton leaped to the air-gauge with a quick apology.

‘Never thought of the effect our atmospheric pressure would have on you two. We can stand yours, but you’d pretty nearly pass out on ours. There, that’ll suit you better. Didn’t you throw out your zone of force?’

‘Yes, as soon as I saw that our screens were not going to hold.’ The Osnomians’ labored breathing became normal as the air-pressure increased to a value only a little below that of the dense atmosphere of their native planet. ‘I then increased the power of the screens to the extreme limit and opened the zone for a moment to see how the screens would hold with the added power. That moment was enough. In that moment a concentrated beam such as I had no idea could ever be generated went through the outer and inner screens as though they were not there, through the four-foot arenak of the hull, through the entire central installation, and through the hull on the other side. Sitar and I were wearing suits …’

‘Say, Mart, that’s one bet we overlooked. It’s a hot idea, too – those strangers wore them all the time as regular equipment, apparently. Next time we get into a jam, be sure we do it; they might come
in handy. ’Scuse me, Dunark – go ahead.’

‘We had suits on, so as soon as the ray was shut off, which was almost instantly, I phoned the crew to jump, and we leaped out through the hole in the hull. The air rushing out gave us an impetus that carried us many miles out into space, and it required many hours for the slight attraction of the mass here to draw us back to it. We just got back a few minutes ago. That air-blast is probably what saved us, as they destroyed our vessel and sent out a party to hunt down the four men of our crew, who stayed comparatively close to the scene. They rayed you for about an hour with the most stupendous beams imaginable – no such generators have ever been considered possible of construction – but couldn’t make any impression upon you. They shut off their power and stood by waiting. I wasn’t looking at you when you released your zone. One moment it was there, and the next, the stranger had been cut in pieces. The rest you know.’

‘We’re sure glad you two got away, Dunark. Well, Mart, what say we drag that guy in and give him the once-over?’

Seaton swung the attractors holding the prisoner until they were in line with the main airlock, then reduced the power of the repellors. As he approached the lock various controls were actuated, and soon the stranger stood in the control room, held immovable against one wall, while Crane, with a 0.50-caliber elephant gun, stood against the other.

‘Perhaps you girls should go somewhere else,’ suggested Crane.

‘Not on your life!’ protested Dorothy, who, eyes wide and flushed with excitement, stood near a door, with a heavy automatic pistol in her hand. ‘I wouldn’t miss this for a farm!’

‘Got him solid,’ declared Seaton, after a careful inspection of the various attractors and repellors he had bearing upon the prisoner. ‘Now let’s get him out of that suit. No – better read his air first, temperature and pressure – might analyze it, too.’

Nothing could be seen of the person of the stranger, since he was encased in space armor, but it was plainly evident that he was very short and immensely broad and thick. Drilling a hole through that armor took time and apparatus, but it was finally done. Seaton drew off a sample of the atmosphere within into an Orsat apparatus, while Crane made pressure and temperature readings.

‘Temperature, one hundred ten degrees. Pressure, twenty-eight pounds – about the same as ours is, now that we have stepped it up to keep the Osnomians from suffering.’ Seaton soon reported that the atmosphere was quite similar to that of the
Skylark
, except that it was much higher in carbon dioxide and carried an extremely high concentration of water vapor. He brought in a power cutter and laid the suit open full length, on both sides, while Crane at the controls of attractors and repellors held
the stranger immovable. He then wrenched off the helmet and cast the whole suit aside, revealing the enemy officer, clad in a tunic of scarlet silk.

He was less than five feet tall. His legs were merely blocks, fully as great in diameter as they were in length, supporting a torso of Herculean dimensions. His arms were as large as a strong man’s thigh and hung almost to the floor. His astounding shoulders, fully a yard across, merged into and supported an enormous head. The being possessed recognizable nose, ears, and mouth; and the great domed forehead and huge cranium bespoke an immense and highly-developed brain.

But it was the eyes of this strange creature that fixed and held the attention. Large they were, and black – the dull, opaque, lusterless black of platinum sponge. The pupils were a brighter black, and in them flamed ruby lights: pitiless, mocking, cold. Plainly to be read in those sinister depths were the untold wisdom of unthinkable age, sheer ruthlessness, mighty power, and ferocity unrelieved. His baleful gaze swept from one member of the party to another, and to meet the glare of those eyes was to receive a tangible physical blow – it was actually a ponderable force; that of embodied hardness and of ruthlessness incarnate, generated in that merciless brain and hurled forth through those flame-shot, Stygian orbs.

‘If you don’t need us for anything, Dick, I think Peggy and I will go upstairs,’ Dorothy broke the long silence.

‘Good idea, Dot. This isn’t going to be pretty to watch – or to do, either, for that matter.’

‘If I stay here another minute I’ll see that thing as long as I live; and I might be very ill. Goodbye,’ and, heartless and bloodthirsty Osnomian though she was, Sitar had gone to join the two Tellurian women.

‘I didn’t want to say much before the girls, but I want to check a couple of ideas with you. Don’t you think it’s a safe bet that this bird reported back to his headquarters?’

‘I have been thinking that very thing,’ Crane spoke gravely, and Dunark nodded agreement. ‘Any race capable of developing such a vessel as this would almost certainly have developed systems of communication in proportion.’

‘That’s the way I doped it out – and that’s why I’m going to read his mind, if I have to burn his brain to do it. We’ve got to know how far away from home he is, whether he has turned in any report about us, and all about it. Also, I’m going to get the plans, power, and armament of their most modem ships, if he knows them, so that your gang, Dunark, can build us one like them; because the next one that tackles us will be warned and we won’t be able to take it by surprise. We won’t stand a chance in the
Skylark
. With a ship like theirs, however, we can run – or we can fight, if we have to. Any other ideas, fellows?’