Adventure stories; Science fiction; Space warfare -- Fiction
He was gripping the controls tensely, gazing forward into the blackness
that lay between us and the galaxy, and even as I turned I saw that
our ship-dot had flashed past the red danger-dot on the space-chart.
Instantly then Korus Kan twisted the controls sharply to the left,
and immediately our craft was flashing off in a great curve from the
path it had been following, veering suddenly toward the left while the
great swarm just behind us raced still for the moment straight ahead.
Then, before they could swerve aside to follow us, I had a single
flashing glimpse through the window of the whole mighty swarm suddenly
disintegrating, shattering, the thousands of ships that made it up
suddenly whirling away in all directions in blind chaos of aimless
movement as they rushed straight into the mighty ether-maelstrom into
which we had led them. Then they had vanished, whirling blindly about,
as we flashed on out of sight, our own craft swaying wildly as we drove
on through the great currents about the maelstrom. On the space-chart,
though, I saw the great swarm's pursuit for the moment had ceased,
the myriad dots that made it up milling aimlessly about in the mighty
maelstrom's grip while our single ship-dot raced straight on.
"A chance!" I cried, as our ship flashed on toward the galaxy's suns.
"A chance yet--if we can get to the Cancer cluster before them!"
* * * * *
Now our cruiser was again flashing on at its very highest speed,
straight toward that cluster, while behind us the great swarm whirled
chaotically about. Before us the galaxy's suns were burning out in
waxing splendor as we shot through space toward them, the cluster of
closer-packed suns that was our goal changing now from a ball of solid
light into a ball-like mass of thronging, flaming stars as we drew
nearer it. But as Jhul Din came back into the pilot room from beneath,
as we three contemplated the space-chart and then the great wall of
suns in the blackness ahead, our faces set again after our brief
triumph, for we knew that billions of miles of space lay still between
us and those suns. And now, too, we saw on the chart that the great
swarm of ships behind had escaped from the maelstrom's grip at last
and was racing after us once more in swift pursuit, a hundred of their
ships in the van now of that pursuit with the main body of the swarm
behind.
"It's the last stretch!" I exclaimed, as we gazed tensely at the chart
and into the void ahead. "Unless we get to the Cancer cluster ahead of
them now it's the end."
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