Aeronautics -- Fiction; Cities and towns -- Fiction; Science fiction; War stories
The clear voice ceased, and I turned from the distance-phone to meet
the startled eyes of Macklin, my first officer, who stood at the
cruiser's wheel beside me.
"Head eastward--full speed, Macklin!" I cried to him. "It's war at
last--war with the European and Asiatic Federations!"
Instantly Macklin swung over the wheel in his hands, and as he did so
the whole long bulk of our cruiser swung likewise in mid-air, curving
up and backward to race eastward above the green plains, the descending
sun at our backs. A moment more and the cruiser's long torpedo shape,
gleaming and unbroken metal save for the rows of portholes and the
raised, transparent-walled bridge-room in which we stood, was splitting
the air eastward at a speed that mounted with each moment. I reached
for the order-phone, and as Hilliard, my young second officer, answered
from the motor-rooms beneath, I informed him briefly of what had just
been told me. Then there was a muffled cheer from the hundred-odd
members of our crew, beneath, and a few minutes later the drone of the
great motors had reached to an even higher pitch, and we were racing
through the sunlight high above the earth at more than a thousand miles
an hour.
Standing there with Macklin in the bridge-room as we shot eastward,
though, my thoughts were grave enough despite the exciting quality of
the news we had just heard. War!--the war that we of the American
Federation had expected, had feared for decades. It had not been more
than thirty years since the third Air War of 2039. Three mighty nations
alone now shared the world between them; the American Federation,
comprising the whole North and South American continents, with New York
as its capital; the European Federation, which included all Europe
west of Caucasus and all Africa, its center at Berlin; and the Asiatic
Federation, which held all Asia and Australasia for the brown and
yellow races, with Peking as its capital.
And though for three decades now there had been peace between them,
it had been an uneasy peace dictated by the fact that each feared to
attack another lest he be attacked by the third. The great navies of
air-cruisers of the three mighty Federations had patrolled the air in
ceaseless vigilance, their air-forts ever watchful. Lately, however, it
had become apparent to all that a rapprochement had taken place between
the European and Asiatic Federations, and such an alliance could only
mean an attack upon our own, the American. So we had stood even more
vigilantly upon the watch, and now that for which we had waited had
come at last, and the two great Federations had launched their two
mighty fleets upon us.
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