"Keep the credit--just see to it that it gets _done_!" She whirled on James. "This loss of human life is so _appallingly_ unnecessary! This time we"re going to Clamer, and nowhere else. Push the b.u.t.ton, Jim."
"All I can do is set up for it, pet. Whether we...."
"We"ll get there!" she blazed. "It"s high time we got a break. _Punch_ it! _This_ time the ship"s going to _Clamer_, if we have to all get out and _push_ it there! Now punch that b.u.t.ton!"
James pushed the b.u.t.ton, glanced into his scanner, and froze; eyes staring. He did not even whistle. Belle, however, did; with ear-shattering volume. Garlock"s mouth fell open in the biggest surprise of his life. They were in the same galaxy!
All three had studied charts of nebular configurations so long and so intensely that recognition of a full-sphere ident.i.ty was automatic and instantaneous.
Lola, head buried in scanner, had already checked in with the Port Inspector.
"It _is_ Clamer!" she shrieked aloud. "I _told_ you it was time for our luck to change, if we pulled hard enough! They are being invaded by Ozobes and they did call for help and they didn"t think we could possibly get here this fast and we don"t need to be inspected because we"re compatible or we couldn"t have landed on Groobe!"
For five long minutes Garlock held the starship motionless while he studied the entire situation. Then he drove a probe through the mental shield of the general in charge of the whole defense operation.
"Battle-Cruiser _Pleiades_, Captain Garlock commanding, reporting for duty in response to your S.O.S. received on Groobe."
The general, furiously busy as he was, dropped all other business. "But you"re _human_! You can"t fight!"
"Watch us. You don"t know, apparently, that the Ozobe bases are on the far side of your moon. They"re bringing their fighters in most of the way in transports."
"Why, they can"t be! They"re coming in from all directions from deep s.p.a.ce!"
"That"s what they want you to think. They"re built to stand many hours of zero pressure and almost absolute zero cold. Question: if we destroy all their transport, say in three hours, can you handle all the fighters who will be in the air or in nearby s.p.a.ce at that time?"
"Very easily. They"ve hardly started yet. I appoint you Admiral-pro-tem Garlock, in command of s.p.a.ce Operations, and will refer to you any other s.p.a.ce-fighters who may come. I thank you, sir. Good luck."
The general returned his attention to his boiling office. His mind was seething with questions as to what these not-human beings were, how or if they knew so much, and so on; but he forced them out of his mind and went, fast and efficient, back to work. James shot the _Pleiades_ up to within a thousand miles or so of the moon.
"How long does it take to learn this bombing business, Jim?" Lola asked.
"About fifteen seconds. All you have to do is _want_ to. Do you, really?"
"I really do. If I don"t do something to help these people," it did not occur to her that she had already done a tremendous job, "I"ll never forgive myself."
James showed her; and, much to her surprise, she found it very easy to do.
The vessels transporting the invading forces were huge, spherical sh.e.l.ls equipped with short-range drives--and with nothing else. No accommodations, no facilities, no food, no water, not even any air. Each transport, when filled to the bursting-point with as-yet-docile cargo, darted away; swinging around to approach Clamer from some previously-a.s.signed direction. It did not, however, approach the planet"s surface. At about two thousand miles out, great ports opened and the load was dumped out into s.p.a.ce, to fall the rest of the way by gravity. Then the empty sh.e.l.l, with only its one pilot aboard, rushed back for another load.
"How heavy shots, Clee?" James asked. He and Lola were getting into their scanners. "Wouldn"t take as much as a kiloton equivalent, would it?"
"Half a kilo is plenty, but no use being too fussy about precision out here."
Garlock and Belle were already bombing; James and Lola began. Slow and awkward at first, Lola soon picked up the technique and was firing blast for blast with the others. No more loaded transport vessels left the moon. No empty one, returning toward the moon, reached there. In much less than the three hours Garlock had mentioned, every Ozobian transport craft had been destroyed.
"And now the real job begins," Garlock said, as James dropped the starship down to within a few miles of the moon"s surface.
That surface was cratered and jagged, exactly like that of the half always facing Clamer. No sign of activity could be seen by eye, nor anything unusual. Even the immense trap-doors, all closed now, matched exactly their surroundings. Underground, however, activity was violently intense; and, now, confused in the extreme.
"Why, there isn"t a single adult anywhere!" Lola exclaimed. "I thought the whole place would be full of "em!"
"So did I," Belle said. "However, by hindsight, it"s plain enough. Their job done, they were killed and eaten. Last meal, perhaps."
"I"m afraid so. Whatever they were, they had hands and brains. Just _look_ at those shops and machines!"
"What do we do, boss?" James asked. "Run a search pattern first?"
"We"ll have to, I guess, before we can lay the job out."
It was run and Garlock frowned in thought. "Almost half the moon covered--honeycombed. We"ll have to fine-tooth it. Around the periphery first, then spiral into the center. This moon isn"t very big, but even so this is going to be a h.e.l.l of a long job. Any suggestions, anybody?
Jim?"
"The only way, I guess. You can"t do it hit-or-miss. I"m _d.a.m.n_ glad we"ve got plenty of stuff in our Op field and plenty of hydride for the engines. The horses will all know they"ve been at work before they get the field filled up again."
"So will you, Junior, believe me.... Ready, all? Start blasting."
Then, for three hours, the _Pleiades_ moved slowly--for her--along a plotted and automatically-controlled course. It was very easy to tell where she had been; the sharply-cut, evenly-s.p.a.ced, symmetrical pits left by the Galaxian"s full-conversion blasts were entirely different from the irregularly-cratered, ages-old original surface.
"Knock off, Brownie," Garlock said then. "Go eat all you can hold and get some sleep. Come back in three hours. Jim, cut our speed to seventy-five percent."
Lola shed her scanner, heaved a tremendous sigh of relief, and disappeared.
Three silent hours later--all three were too intensely busy to think of anything except the work in hand--Lola came back.
"Take Belle"s swath, Brownie. Okay, Belle, you can lay off. Three hours."
"I"ll stay," Belle declared. "Go yourself; or send Jim."
"Don"t be any more of a d.a.m.n fool than you have to. I said beat it."
"And I said I wouldn"t. I"m just as good...."
"Chop it off!" Garlock snapped. "It isn"t a case of being just as good as. It"s a matter of physical reserves. Jim and I have more to draw on for the long shifts than you have. So get the h.e.l.l out of here or I"ll stop the ship and slap you even sillier than you are now."
Belle threw up her head, tossing her shoulder-length green mop in her characteristic gesture of defiance; but after holding Garlock"s hard stare for a moment she relaxed and smiled.
"Okay, Clee--and thanks for the kind words."
She disappeared and the work went on.
And finally, when all four were so groggy that they could scarcely think, the job was done and checked. Clamer"s moon was as devoid of life as any moon had ever been.