Adventure stories; Science fiction; Space warfare -- Fiction
With that cry the Antarian flung open the power-control, and instantly
our ship, rumbling and groaning still as its walls gave about us,
plunged on at utmost speed. I knew that we had perhaps a chance in a
thousand to reach the worlds inside that sun-circle before our craft
broke beneath our feet, but it was our only chance, and as we reeled
on now with the generators roaring their greatest power, and with a
thunderous, cracking roar rising from beneath also as our walls parted,
it was with the consciousness that the next few moments would seal our
fate. The great fleet of Andromedan ships about us had leapt forward
with us, were behind and about us, but for the moment all our attention
was centered upon the great circle of suns ahead, largening before us
swiftly as with one last great burst of speed our ship shot through the
void toward it.
Our ship swayed blindly over, now, even as it reeled on through space,
another great crash of riven metal coming to our ears from beneath,
the floor slanting steeply up beneath us. Flung against the wall as
we were, though, Korus Kan clung still to the controls, heading our
swaying flying ship straight on toward the sun-circle, until in a
moment more we had reached that circle, were slanting downward at the
same terrific speed above that great ring of mighty suns. Inside that
vast circle there moved a mighty swarm of thronging worlds, as in the
other sun-circles, but at the very center of this vast swarm of planets
there hung motionless a single gigantic planet, largest by far of
all in this universe, a huge central world down toward which our own
crazily swaying ship and the ships about us were slanting!
Down--down--there was a sudden rush of air about our ship as we shot
toward the surface of the great planet, and I had a flashing glimpse of
that surface, scores of miles beneath, through our window--a smooth,
park-like surface swarming with hordes of the gaseous Andromedans
and with ascending and descending ships, a surface in which I seemed
to glimpse innumerable round, well-like openings, but upon which I
could see no buildings. Abruptly, though, even as I glanced downward,
there came a tremendous final cracking from our ship's center, each
end tipped sharply down from that center as the crumbling craft broke
cleanly in half, and then the two wrecked halves of it were whirling
down toward the surface of the great world far below!
_12. The Council Decides_
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