Adventure stories; Science fiction; Space warfare -- Fiction
Humming, throbbing, droning, on through the void our great fleet shot,
force-shaft cylinders and other mechanisms clanging now beneath us as
our Andromedan crew cleared the decks below for action. With every
hour, every moment, the galaxy's stars were shining in greater splendor
ahead, a giant belt of suns across the firmament before us. My eyes
roved across them, from the yellow splendor of Capella to the white
brilliance of Rigel, and then something of emotion rose in me as they
shifted to Antares, the great crimson star that had been Korus Kan's
home sun. But my eyes hardened again as they turned toward the Cancer
cluster, a great ball of suns glowing in resplendent glory at the
galaxy's edge before us; for well I knew that upon the thronging worlds
of its clustered suns the countless races of the serpent-creatures were
gathered now, completing the gigantic death-beam cone with which they
would sweep out to annihilate all life in our galaxy save themselves.
Straight toward that ball of suns our fleet was leaping, and now Jhul
Din turned toward me.
"You're going to drive with our fleet straight into the cluster
itself?" he asked, and I nodded grimly.
"It's our only chance," I said. "All the serpent-hordes are on the
worlds inside it, and we've got to reach it to destroy that great cone
before they finish it."
Now the galaxy's flaring suns filled the heavens before us as our
mighty armada raced in through the outer void toward them, the Cancer
cluster flaming ahead in all the blinding glory of its gathered suns,
those suns appearing on the upper part of our space-chart as a mass
of glowing little circles, toward which our vast swarm of ship-dots
was speeding. Minutes more of our terrific speed would see us reaching
that cluster, I knew, and I turned toward the bank of keys before me
to shift our great fleet's mass into a formation that would allow us
to pour down into that ball of suns in our great attack. But as I did
so, as I reached toward those keys, there came from Jhul Din a cry that
held me rigid. He was gazing up toward the space-chart, and pointing.
"Look--in the cluster!" he cried. "Those dots--those ships----!"
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