"Onward toward our universe this mighty comet is thundering, and but
one chance remains for us to turn it aside. The center of this comet,
of any comet, is the nucleus at the heart of its coma, which is the
only solid matter in it. If we could penetrate through the coma to
the great hollow inside it, could turn upon that nucleus the powerful
force-beams used by our Patrol cruisers to sweep up meteor-swarms, we
could possibly push it aside enough to change its course, to send it
past our galaxy's edge instead of through it. But that must be done
soon! Our astronomers have calculated that within twelve more days the
comet will have reached a point so near the galaxy that it will be
too late for anything ever to turn it aside. When the Council of Suns
informed me of this I flashed word immediately for you three Sub-Chiefs
to mass swiftly a thousand of the Patrol's cruisers here outside the
galaxy's edge. And with these thousand ships we are starting at once
toward the comet!
"Behind us the Patrol will be massing another five thousand cruisers to
send out after us, but these can hardly reach the comet before it is
too late. It is on us, and on our thousand cruisers, that the galaxy's
fate now hangs. If we can reach the great oncoming comet, can penetrate
through its deadly coma to the solid nucleus at its center, can deflect
that nucleus with our force-beams before the twelfth day ends, we will
have turned the great comet aside, will have saved the galaxy itself
from death. If we can not, the galaxy perishes and we perish with it.
For we of the Interstellar Patrol, who have defended and guarded the
ways of that galaxy for thousands upon tens of thousands of years, go
out to the oncoming comet now not to return unless we can turn that
comet aside and save our universe from doom!"
Again in the control room was silence when I had finished, a silence
that seemed intensified, as the three strange Sub-Chiefs before me held
my eyes. Then, without speaking, they calmly saluted once more, eyes
alight. Impulsively I reached hands out toward them, grasped their own.
Then they had turned, were striding swiftly out of the control room and
through the passages beyond down to the space-doors, and through the
closed space-gangways to their own three cruisers. As our space-doors
clanged shut once more, the gangways of those cruisers folded down upon
them, and then the three craft had smoothly moved back to take up a
position just behind my own.
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