Adventure stories; Science fiction; Space warfare -- Fiction
Swiftly the cruisers of our fleet were being wiped clean of all the
crews inside, as the death-beams swung and circled through them from
all about. But a few score of cruisers at the rear of our fleet, like
ourselves, had managed to escape the relentless grip of the disk-ships
above, and now upon ourselves other masses of the oval ships were
rushing. Wildly we battled there, the hordes of the invading ships
spinning and flashing about us, but swiftly our few score of cruisers
were sent reeling blindly off by the death-beams; and now, looking back
an instant, I saw that the last of our mighty fleet of thousands of
cruisers were being annihilated by the death-beams of the oval ships
that swarmed about them, as they were drawn helplessly upward. We and
a few other cruisers, struggling wildly there against the encircling
masses of the oval ships, were all that remained of the galaxy's once
mighty fleet!
Even as we fought there, with the mad energy of despair, I saw the last
of our companion cruisers whirling away as the death-beams found it,
and realized that except for a few stragglers here and there like our
own ship the great fleet was annihilated, and that our only chance was
in flight. With every moment the oval ships about us were increasing in
number, completely encircling us, now, and it was only by a miracle of
veering, twisting turns by Korus Kan that our ship was able to avoid
the death-beams that reached toward us from all sides. Escape seemed
impossible, so completely were we hemmed in by the circling, striking
ships, and another moment would see our end, I knew; and so I wheeled,
shouted hoarsely to Korus Kan.
"We'll have to break through them!" I shouted. "Give her full speed,
Korus Kan, and head straight in toward the galaxy!"
Instantly he jerked open the power-control to the last notch, and as
our ship leapt forward like a living thing toward the masses of ships
that surrounded us he sent it driving straight toward the galaxy, and
toward a spot where there showed a momentary gap between the ships that
hemmed us in. But a single instant it took us to reach that gap, pale
beams whirling all about us while our own red rays flashed sullenly
forth, but in the instant that we reached it one of the oval ships had
seen our intention and had leapt forward to close the gap. An instant
too late it was to close it completely, but the oval ship's nose,
containing its transparent-walled pilot room, lay across our path as
we reached the gap, and straight into it we crashed!
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