CHAPTER XIV
Interstellar Extermination
"I hate to leave this meeting--it"s great stuff" remarked Seaton as he flashed down to the torpedo room at Fenor"s command to send recall messages to all outlying vessels, "but this machine isn"t designed to let me be in more than two places at once. Wish it were--maybe after this fracas is over we"ll be able to incorporate something like that into it."
The chief operator touched a lever and the chair upon which he sat, with all its control panels, slid rapidly across the floor toward an apparently blank wall. As he reached it, a port opened a metal scroll appeared, containing the numbers and last reported positions of all Fenachrone vessels outside the detector zone, and a vast magazine of torpedoes came up through the floor, with an automatic loader to place a torpedo under the operator"s hand the instant its predecessor had been launched.
"Get Peg here quick, Mart--we need a stenographer. Till she gets here, see what you can do in getting those first numbers before they roll off the end of the scroll. No, hold it--as you were! I"ve got controls enough to put the whole thing on a recorder, so we can study it at our leisure."
Haste was indeed necessary for the operator worked with uncanny quickness of hand. One fleeting glance at the scroll, a lightning adjustment of dials in the torpedo, a touch upon a tiny b.u.t.ton, and a messenger was upon its way. But quick as he was, Seaton"s flying fingers kept up with him, and before each torpedo disappeared through the ether gate there was fastened upon it a fifth-order tracer ray that would never leave it until the force had been disconnected at the gigantic control board of the Norlaminian projector. One flying minute pa.s.sed during which seventy torpedoes had been launched, before Seaton spoke.
"Wonder how many ships they"ve got out, anyway? Didn"t get any idea from the brain-record. Anyway, Rovol, it might be a sound idea for you to install me some more tracer rays on this board, I"ve got only a couple of hundred, and that may not be enough--and I"ve got both hands full."
Rovol seated himself beside the younger man, like one organist joining another at the console of a tremendous organ. Seaton"s nimble fingers would flash here and there, depressing keys and manipulating controls until he had exactly the required combination of forces centered upon the torpedo next to issue. He then would press a tiny switch and upon a panel full of red-topped, numbered plungers; the one next in series would drive home, transferring to itself the a.s.sembled beam and releasing the keys for the a.s.sembly of other forces. Rovol"s fingers were also flying, but the forces he directed were seizing and shaping material, as well as other forces. The Norlaminian physicist, set up one integral, stepped upon a pedal, and a new red-topped stop precisely like the others and numbered in order, appeared as though by magic upon the panel at Seaton"s left hand. Rovol then leaned back in his seat--but the red-topped stops continued to appear, at the rate of exactly seventy per minute, upon the panel, which increased in width sufficiently to accommodate another row as soon as a row was completed.
Rovol bent a quizzical glance upon the younger scientist, who blushed a fiery red, rapidly set up another integral, then also leaned back in his place, while his face burned deeper than before.
"That is better, son. Never forget that it is a waste of energy to do the same thing twice with your hands and that if you know precisely what is to be done, you need not do it with your hands at all. Forces are tireless, and they neither slip nor make mistakes."
"Thanks, Rovol--I"ll bet this lesson will make it stick in my mind, too."
"You are not thoroughly accustomed to using all your knowledge as yet.
That will come with practice, however, and in a few weeks you will be as thoroughly at home with forces as I am."
"Hope so, Chief, but it looks like a tall order to me."
Finally the last torpedo was dispatched, the tube closed, and Seaton moved the projection back up into the council chamber, finding it empty.
"Well, the conference is over--besides, we"ve got more important fish to fry. War has been declared, on both sides, and we"ve got to get busy.
They"ve got nine hundred and six vessels out, and every one of them has got to go to Davy Jones" locker before we can sleep sound of nights. My first job"ll have to be untangling those nine oh six forces, getting lines on each one of them, and seeing if I can project straight enough to find the ships before the torpedoes overtake them. Mart, you and Orlon, the astronomer, had better dope out the last reported positions of each of those vessels, so we"ll know about where to hunt for them.
Rovol, you might send out a detector screen a few light years in diameter, to be sure none of them slips a fast one over on us. By starting it right here and expanding it gradually, you can be sure that no Fenachrone is inside it. Then we"ll find a hunk of copper on that planet somewhere, plate it with some of their own "X" metal, and blow them into Kingdom Come."
"May I venture a suggestion?" asked Drasnik, the First of Psychology.
"Absolutely--nothing you"ve said so far has been idle chatter."
"You know, of course, that there are real scientists among the Fenachrone; and you yourself have suggested that while they cannot penetrate the zone of force nor use fifth-order rays, yet they might know about them in theory, might even be able to know when they were being used--detect them, in other words. Let us a.s.sume that such a scientist did detect your rays while you were there a short time ago.
What would he do?"
"Search me.... I bite, what would he do?"
"He might do any one of several things, but if I read their nature aright, such a one would gather up a few men and women--as many as he could--and migrate to another planet. For he would of course grasp instantly the fact that you had used fifth-order rays as carrier waves, and would be able to deduce your ability to destroy. He would also realize that in the brief time allowed him, he could not hope to learn to control those unknown forces; and with his terribly savage and vengeful nature and intense pride of race, he would take every possible step both to perpetuate his race and to obtain revenge. Am I right?"
Seaton swung to his controls savagely, and manipulated dials and keys rapidly.
"Right as rain, Drasnik. There--I"ve thrown around them a fifth-order detector screen, that they can"t possibly neutralize. Anything that goes out through it will have a tracer slapped onto it. But say, it"s been half an hour since war was declared--suppose we"re too late? Maybe some of them have got away already, and if one couple of "em has beat us to it, we"ll have the whole thing to do over again a thousand years or so from now. You"ve got the ma.s.sive intellect, Drasnik. What can we do about it? We can"t throw a detector screen all over the Galaxy."
"I would suggest that since you have now guarded against further exodus, it is necessary to destroy the planet for a time. Rovol and his co-workers have the other projector nearly done. Let them project me to the world of the Fenachrone, where I shall conduct a thorough mental investigation. By the time you have taken care of the raiding vessels, I believe that I shall have been able to learn everything we need to know."
"Fine--hop to it, and may there be lots of bubbles in your think-tank.
Anybody else know of any other loop-holes I"ve left open?"
No other suggestions were made, and each man bent to his particular task. Crane at the star-chart of the Galaxy and Orlon at the Fenachrone operator"s dispatching scroll rapidly worked out the approximate positions of the Fenachrone vessels, and marked them with tiny green lights in a vast model of the Galaxy which they had already caused forces to erect in the air of the projector"s base. It was soon learned that a few of the ships were exploring quite close to their home system; so close that the torpedoes, with their unthinkable acceleration, would reach them within a few hours. Ascertaining the stop-number of the tracer ray upon the torpedo which should first reach its destination, Seaton followed it from the stop upon his panel out to the flying messenger. Now moving with a velocity many times that of light, it was, of course, invisible to direct vision; but to the light waves heterodyned upon the fifth-order projector rays, it was as plainly visible as though it were stationary. Lining up the path of the projectile accurately, he then projected himself forward in that exact line, with a flat detector-screen thrown out for half a light year upon each side of him. Setting the controls, he flashed ahead, the detector stopping him the instant that the invisible barrier encountered the power-plant of the exploring raider. An oscillator sounded a shrill and rising note, and Seaton slowly shifted his controls until he stood in the control room of the enemy vessel.
The Fenachrone ship, a thousand feet long and more than a hundred feet in diameter, was tearing through s.p.a.ce toward a brilliant blue-white star. Her crew were at battle stations, her navigating officers peering intently into the operating visiplates, all oblivious to the fact that a stranger stood in their very midst.
"Well, here"s the first one, gang," said Seaton, "I hate like sin to do this--it"s altogether too much like pushing baby chickens into a creek to suit me, but it"s a dirty job that"s got to be done."
As one man, Orlon and the other remaining Norlaminians leaped out of the projector and floated to the ground below.
"I expected that," remarked Seaton. "They can"t even think of a thing like this without getting the blue w.i.l.l.i.e.s--I don"t blame them much, at that. How about you, Carfon? You can be excused if you like."
"I want to watch those forces at work. I do not enjoy destruction, but like you, I can make myself endure it."
Dunark, the fierce and bloodthirsty Osnomian prince, leaped to his feet, his eyes flashing.
"That"s one thing I never could get about you, d.i.c.k!" he exclaimed in English. "How a man with your brains can be so soft--so sloppily sentimental, gets clear past me. You remind me of a bowl of mush--you wade around in slush clear to your ears. Faugh! It"s their lives or ours! Tell me what b.u.t.ton to push and I"ll be only too glad to push it.
I wanted to blow up Urvania and you wouldn"t let me; I haven"t killed an enemy for ages, and that"s my trade. Cut out the sob-sister act and for Cat"s sake, let"s get busy!"
""At-a-boy, Dunark! That"s tellin" "im! But it"s all right with me--I"ll be glad to let you do it. When I say "shoot" throw in that plunger there--number sixty-three."
Seaton manipulated controls until two electrodes of force were clamped in place, one at either end of the huge power-bar of the enemy vessel; adjusted rheostats and forces to send a disintegrating current through that ma.s.sive copper cylinder, and gave the word. Dunark threw in the switch with a vicious thrust, as though it were an actual sword which he was thrusting through the vitals of one of the awesome crew, and the very Universe exploded around them--exploded into one mad, searing coruscation of blinding, dazzling light as the gigantic cylinder of copper resolved itself instantaneously into the pure energy from which its metal originally had come into being.
Seaton and Dunark staggered back from the visiplates, blinded by the intolerable glare of light, and even Crane, working at his model of the galaxy, blinked at the intensity of the radiation. Many minutes pa.s.sed before the two men could see through their tortured eyes.
"Zowie! That was fierce!" exclaimed Seaton, when a slowly-returning perception of things other than dizzy spirals and b.a.l.l.s of flame a.s.sured him that his eyesight was not permanently gone. "It"s nothing but my own fool carelessness, too. I should have known that with all the light frequencies in heterodyne for visibility, enough of that same stuff would leak through to make strong medicine on these visiplates--for I knew that that bar weighed a hundred tons and would liberate energy enough to volatilize our Earth and blow the by-products clear to Arcturus. How"re you coming, Dunark? See anything yet?"
"Coming along O. K. now, I guess--but I thought for a few minutes I"d been b.l.o.o.d.y well jobbed."
"I"ll do better next time. I"ll cut out the visible spectrum before the flash, and convert and reconvert the infra-red. That"ll let us see what happens, without the direct effect of the glare--won"t burn our eyes out. What"s my force number on the next nearest one, Mart?"
"Twenty-nine."
Seaton fastened a detector ray upon stop twenty-nine of the tracer-ray panel and followed its beam of force out to the torpedo hastening upon its way toward the next doomed cruiser. Flashing ahead in its line as he had done before, he located the vessel and clamped the electrodes of force upon the prodigious driving bar. Again, as Dunark drove home the detonating switch, there was a frightful explosion and a wild glare of frenzied incandescence far out in that desolate region of interstellar s.p.a.ce; but this time the eyes behind the visiplates were not torn by the high frequencies, everything that happened was plainly visible. One instant, there was an immense s.p.a.ce-cruiser boring on through the void upon its horrid mission, with its full complement of the h.e.l.lish Fenachrone performing their routine tasks. The next instant there was a flash of light extending for thousands upon untold thousands of miles in every direction. That flare of light vanished as rapidly as it had appeared--instantaneously--and throughout the entire neighborhood of the place where the Fenachrone cruiser had been, there was nothing. Not a plate nor a girder, not a fragment, not the most minute particle nor droplet of disrupted metal nor of condensed vapor. So terrific, so incredibly and incomprehensibly vast were the forces liberated by that ma.s.s of copper in its instantaneous decomposition, that every atom of substance in that great vessel had gone with the power-bar--had been resolved into radiations which would at some distant time and in some far-off solitude unite with other radiations, again to form matter, and thus obey Nature"s immutable cyclic law.
Thus vessel after vessel was destroyed of that haughty fleet which until now had never suffered a reverse and a little green light in the galactic model winked out and flashed back in rosy pink as each menace was removed. In a few hours the s.p.a.ce surrounding the system of the Fenachrone was clear; then progress slackened as it became harder and harder to locate each vessel as the distance between it and its torpedo increased. Time after time Seaton would stab forward with his detector screen extended to its utmost possible spread, upon the most carefully plotted prolongation of the line of the torpedo"s flight, only to have the projection flash far beyond the vessel"s furthest possible position without a reaction from the far-flung screen. Then he would go back to the torpedo, make a minute alteration in his line, and again flash forward, only to miss it again. Finally, after thirty fruitless attempts to bring his detector screen into contact with the nearest Fenachrone ship, he gave up the attempt, rammed his battered, reeking briar full of the rank blend that was his favorite smoke, and strode up and down the floor of the projector base--his eyes unseeing, his hands jammed deep into his pockets, his jaw thrust forward, clamped upon the stem of his pipe, emitting dense, blue clouds of strangling vapor.
"The maestro is thinking, I perceive," remarked Dorothy, sweetly, entering the projector from an airboat. "You must all be blind, I guess--you no hear the bell blow, what? I"ve come after you--it"s time to eat!"
""At-a-girl, Dot--never miss the eats! Thanks," and Seaton put his problem away, with perceptible effort.
"This is going to be a job, Mart," he went back to it as soon as they were seated in the airboat, flying toward "home." "I can nail them, with an increasing shift in azimuth, up to about thirty thousand light-years, but after that it gets awfully hard to get the right shift, and up around a hundred thousand it seems to be darn near impossible--gets to be pure guesswork. It can"t be the controls, because they can hold a point rigidly at five hundred thousand. Of course, we"ve got a pretty short back-line to sight on, but the shift is more than a hundred times as great as the possible error in backsight could account for, and there"s apparently nothing either regular or systematic about it that I can figure out. But.... I don"t know.... s.p.a.ce is curved in the fourth dimension, of course.... I wonder if ... hm--m--m." He fell silent and Crane made a rapid signal to Dorothy, who was opening her mouth to say something. She shut it, feeling ridiculous, and nothing was said until they had disembarked at their destination.