Adventure stories; Science fiction; Space warfare -- Fiction
My heart leapt at the thought, for if it were so it would mean the
first success of our mission across the void. Silently we watched, as
our ship's single dot on the chart raced closer and closer toward the
half-hundred dots above it, they moving now at a speed almost equal to
our own. Within moments we would be able to glimpse them, we knew, and
gazed tensely into the blackness of space ahead, toward the Andromeda
universe's flaring suns, as our craft raced on. Moments were passing,
tense moments of silence and watchfulness, and then far ahead we
glimpsed in the void, hardly to be seen against the great glow of the
Andromeda universe, a little mass of light-points that steadily were
largening as we gradually overtook them.
A full fifty of them in sight, they were flashing on in a close
formation, allowing us to overhaul them, changing from mere
light-points into dark, vaguely glimpsed shapes as we drove nearer
toward them. Then at last we had reached them, were driving in among
them as they moved now at the same speed as ourselves, could see their
shapes more clearly as long and _oval_, their front ends white-lit
transparent-walled rooms like our own. Nearer we were flashing to those
before us and about us, and then in those white-lit control rooms I
glimpsed their occupants, slender, writhing pale shapes at sight of
which I cried aloud.
"Serpent-ships!" I cried. "Serpent-ships from the dying universe
ahead! Those back in our galaxy from whom we escaped have warned them
of our coming, by the means of etheric communication their records
mentioned--they know our mission and they've come out to intercept us
here in space!"
Even as I cried out, Korus Kan's hands flashed out to the controls,
but he was an instant too late. For at that same moment the ships
just before us had turned and circled in one swift movement, and were
rushing straight back toward us. I had a flashing glimpse of their
white-lit prows racing toward us through the intense darkness, and
saw with photographic clearness the slender serpent-shapes in those
brilliantly lit pilot rooms, and then the foremost ship loomed suddenly
enormous as it flashed straight toward us. With a sharp cry Korus Kan
drove the controls sidewise to swerve our ship, but before we could
avoid the onrushing craft ahead it was upon us and with a terrific,
thunderous shock had crashed straight into our own racing ship!
7. _The Gates of a Universe_
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