Adventure stories; Science fiction; Space warfare -- Fiction
Now, though, we were rushing back to strike another deadly blow, and
before us, I saw, the thousands of the invading ships were still
milling aimlessly there in space, their organization shattered by
the smashing blows we had dealt them. With red rays flashing we sped
upon them again, but now, from the disorganized mass before us, I
saw a score or more of ships rising, flashing upward with immense
speed, ships that were not oval like the rest but flat and round and
disk-like, ships that I had vaguely glimpsed in our first rush on the
enemy fleet and which through all the battle they had kept protected
from us at their fleet's center. Now, with all their terrific speed,
the disk-ships were flashing upward, and even in the instant that we
rushed again upon our enemies they had attained to a great height above
us.
In that instant I gave them but a glance, since again we were darting
upon the mass of oval ships, our own cruiser now toward the rear of
our fleet's formation. But in the next moment, even as we flashed on
in our swift charge, I saw the score of disk-ships hanging high above
suddenly glow and flicker with strange force, the whole great lower
side of their big disks alive with a flickering, rippling, viridescent
light. And at the same moment I saw the ships of our fleet ahead of
us suddenly breaking from their mad charge forward and lifting slowly
upward, saw them twisting and turning and reeling but still moving
steadily up, toward those score of disk-ships high above, as though
pulled upward by a mighty, unseen grip.
"Attraction-ships!" I shouted, as I saw what was happening. "Those
disk-ships above--they're pulling our cruisers up with some magnetic or
electrical attractive force, that affects the metals of our ships but
not of theirs!"
We were still racing forward, at the rear of our fleet, but as I saw
that all the thousands of our cruisers before us, almost, were in the
grip of the attractive forces from above, were being pulled helplessly
upward, I shouted to Korus Kan, and he shifted the controls swiftly
sidewise, sending our cruiser veering away before it came beneath the
disk-ships high above and was pulled up likewise. We had escaped for
the moment, but now from ahead all the disorganized masses of the oval
invading ships had gathered together again and were leaping forward,
springing upon our own helpless masses of cruisers as they were pulled
resistlessly upward. From all about those masses of twisting, turning
cruisers the pale death-beams smote toward them, and only here and
there could a few shafts of the red ray answer them, caught as our
ships were in that tremendous grip.
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