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and passed the
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asteroid. There on the night side, Bigman might still be waiting.
Then, if he could get close enough to Bigman, if he could call him on his limping radio before he passed
out, there might yet be a chance.
* * *
The hours had passed slowly and torturously for Bigman. He longed to descend, but dared not. He
reasoned with himself that, if the enemy existed, he would have shown himself by now. Then he argued it
out bitterly and came to the conclusion that the very silence and motionlessness of space meant a trap,
and that Lucky was caught.
He put Lucky's personal capsule before him and wondered about its contents. If only there were some
way of bursting it, of reading the thin roll of microfilm within. If he could do that, he could radio it to
Ceres, get it off his hands, and be free to go slamming down to the rock. He would blast them all, drag
Lucky out of whatever mess he was in.
No! In the first place he dared not use the sub-etherics. True, the pirates could not break the code, but
they would detect the carrier wave and he had been instructed not to give away the location of the ship.
Besides, what was the use of thinking of breaking into a personal capsule. A solar furnace could melt
and destroy it, an atom blast could disintegrate it, but nothing could open it and leave its message intact
except the living touch of the person for which it had been "personalized." That was that.
More than half of the twelve-hour period had passed
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when the gravities gave their entirely distinctive warning.
Bigman roused himself out of his frustrated reverie and stared with shocked surprise at the Ergometer.
The pulsations of several ships were blending themselves into complicated curves that melted snakelike
from one configuration to another.
TheShooting Starr's shield, which had been glimmering routinely at a strength sufficient to ward off
casual "debris" (the usual space term for wandering meteorites an inch or less in diameter) stiffened to
maximum. Bigman heard the soft purr of the power output grow strident. One by one, he let the
short-range visiplates glow into life, bank on bank of them.
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His mind churned. The ships were rising from the asteroid, since none could be detected further away.
Lucky must be caught, then; dead, probably. He didn't care now how many ships came at him. He would
get them all, every single one of them.
He sobered. The first Sun glint had caught in one of the visiplates. He maneuvered the cross hairs and
centered them. He then depressed something that looked like a piano key and, caught in an invisible burst
of energy, the pirate ship glowed.
The glow was not due to any action upon its hull, but was rather the result of the energy absorption of
the enemy screen. It glowed brightly and more brightly still. Then it dimmed as the enemy turned tail and
put distance between them.
A second ship and a third were in view. A projectile was making its way toward theShooting Starr. In
the
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vacuum of space there was no flash, no sound, but the Sun caught it and it was a little sparking spot of
light. It became a little circle in the visiplate, then a larger one, until finally it moved out of the plate's field.
Bigman might have dodged, flashed the Shooter out of the way, but he thought, Let it hit. He wanted
them to see what they were playing with. The Shooter might look like a rich man's toy, but they weren't
going to put it out of action with a few slingshooters.
The projectile struck and slogged to a halt against theShooting Starr's hysteretic shields, which, Bigman
knew, must have flashed momentarily into brilliance. The ship itself moved smoothly, absorbing the
momentum that had leaked past the shield.
"Let's return that," Bigman muttered. TheShooting Starr carried no projectiles, explosive or otherwise,
but its store of energy projectors was varied and powerful.
His hand was hovering over the blaster controls when he saw in one of the visiplates something that
brought a scowl to his small, determined face, something that looked like a man in a space-suit.
It was strange that the space-ship was more vulnerable to a man in a space-suit than to the best
weapons of another ship. An enemy ship could be easily detected by gravities at a distance of miles and
by Ergometers at a distance of thousands of miles. A single man in a space-suit could only be detected
by a gravitic at a hundred yards and by an Ergometer not at all.
Again, a hysteretic shield worked the more effectively the greater the velocity of the projectile. Huge
lumps of metal tearing at miles per second could be stopped cold.
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One man, however, drifting along at ten miles an hour was not even aware of the existence of the shield
except for a tiny warming of his suit.
Let a dozen men creep toward a ship at once and only great skill could bring them all down. If two or
three penetrated and succeeded in blasting open the air-lock with hand weapons, the ship they attacked
was seriously crippled.
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And now Bigman caught the little speck that could only mean the advance guard of such a suicide
squadron. He brought one of the secondaries to bear. The single figure was centered and Bigman was
ready to fire when his radio receiver sounded.
For a moment he was startled. The pirates had attacked without warning and had not tried to
communicate, to call for surrender, to offer terms, anything. What now?
He hesitated and the sounding became a word, repeated twice, "Bigman . . . Bigman . . . Bigman . . ."
Bigman jumped from his seat, ignoring the suited man, the battle, everything. "Lucky! Is that you?"
"I'm near the ship . . . Space-suit . . . Air . . . nearly gone."
"Great Galaxy!" Bigman, white-faced, maneuvered theShooting Starr nearer the figure in space, the
figure whom he had nearly destroyed.
* * *
Bigman watched over Lucky, who, helmet off, was still gulping air. "You'd better get some rest, Lucky."
"Later," said Lucky. He climbed out of his suit. "Have they attacked yet?"
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Bigman nodded. "It doesn't matter. They're just breaking their teeth on the old Shooter."
"They've got stronger teeth than any they've shown," said Lucky. "We've got to get away and fast.
They'll be bringing out their heavy craft, and evenour energy stores won't last forever."
"Where are they going to get heavy craft from?"
"That's a major pirate base down there!The major base, perhaps."
"You mean itisn't the hermit's rock?"
"I mean we've got to get away."
He took the controls, face still pale from his ordeal. For the first time the rock below them moved from
its position on the screens. Even during the attack Bigman had heeded Lucky's parting order to stay put
for twelve hours.
The rock grew larger.
Bigman protested. "If we've got to get away, why are we landing?"
"We're not landing." Lucky watched the screen intently, while one hand set the controls of the ship's
heavy blaster. Deliberately he widened and softened the focus of the blaster till it could cover a broad
area indeed, but at an energy intensity reduced to little more than that of an ordinary heat ray.
He waited, for reasons that the wondering Bigman could not divine, and then fired. There was a startling
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blazing brightness on the asteroid's surface which subsided almost instantly into a glowing redness that in
a further minute or so blackened out.
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"Now let's go," said Lucky, and, as new ships spiraled up from the pirate base, acceleration took hold. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]