Adventure stories; Science fiction; Space warfare -- Fiction
Tensely I gazed out into the void as our two fleets neared each other,
the scouts of each driving far ahead and to the sides, while steadily
our own speed was slowing as I touched one after another of the keys
before me. On the space-chart I could see the foremost scout-ships of
each fleet almost meeting, now, but even in that moment of suspense
the strangeness of my position and of all about me struck home to
me--the tremendous gloom of space about us, the blazing suns of our
galaxy stretched across the firmament ahead, the Cancer cluster a
brilliant ball of close-massed suns among them, the two tremendous
fleets that were rushing through the void toward each other. With
every moment the speed of the oncoming serpent-fleet was slackening,
though, and smoothly that of our own was lessening as my fingers moved
upon the bank of keys before me that held the control of all our
hundred thousand ships. Surely never in any struggle in all time had
any commander directed thus, with swift-changing finger-touches, such
a colossal force as moved now behind my flag-ship, responding swiftly
to every touch upon the keys before me. As I stood alone there in the
little pilot room, save for Jhul Din at the controls, the tremendous
responsibility that was mine seemed weighing down upon me tangibly,
crushing me, but I gripped myself, peered tensely ahead.
Smoothly still our great fleet shot through the void of darkness,
and then upon the space-chart I saw our most advanced scout-ships
creeping toward the advancing serpent-scouts and meeting them, touching
them. At the same moment, in the darkness far ahead, there glowed out
here and there long, pale shafts of misty white light, appearing and
disappearing, hardly to be seen against the flaring suns of the galaxy
beyond. All along a broad, thin line ahead those little beams of pale
light were showing, like ghostly, questing fingers of death, and as
they glowed and vanished there far ahead, soundlessly, the big Spican
beside me twitched with eagerness.
"The scouts!" he exclaimed. "They've met--they're fighting!"
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