"2) On other occasions, troops and officers have maintained a high, sometimes strikingly high, level of energy and activity.
"3) No explanation of this variability of performance has been forthcoming from the medical and technical personnel attached to my command. Neither have I any a.s.surance that these fluctuations will not take place in the future.
"4) It is, therefore, my duty to inform you that I cannot a.s.sure the successful performance of my mission.
Should the enemy attack with his usual energy during a period of low activity on the part of my troops, the caliber of my resistance will be that of wax against steel. This is no exaggeration, but plain fact.
"5) This situation requires the immediate attention of the highest military and technical authorities. What is in operation here may be a disease, an enemy nerve gas, or some natural factor unknown to us.
Whatever its nature, the effect is highly dangerous. "6) A mobile, flexible defense in these circ.u.mstances is impossible. A rigid linear defense is worthless. A defense by linked fortifications requires depth. I am, therefore, constructing a deep fortified system in the western section of the region under my control. This is no cure, but a means of minimizing disaster.
"7) Enemy missile activity since the defeat of their northern armies has been somewhat less that forty per cent of that expected."
The report ended with Kottek"s distinctive jagged signature. Bade glanced around.
Runckel"s face was somber. "This is serious," he said. "When Kottek yells for help, we"ve got trouble.
We"ll have to put all our attention on this thing and get it out of the way as fast as we can."
Bade nodded, and reached out to take a message from a clerk. He glanced at it and scowled. The message was from Atmospheric Flyer Command. It read: "Warning! Tornado sighted and approaching main base!"
Runckel leaned over to read the message. "What"s this?" he said angrily. ""Tornado" is just a myth.
Everybody knows that."
Bade snapped on the microphone to Aerial Reconnaissance. "What"s this "tornado" warning?" he demanded. "What"s a "tornado"?"
"Sir, a tornado is a whirling severe breeze of destructive character, conjoined with a dark cloud in the shape of a funnel, with the smaller end down."
Runckel gave an inarticulate snarl.
Bade squinted. "This thing is dangerous?"
"Yes, sir. The natives dig holes in the ground, and jump in when one comes along. A tornado will smash houses and ground-cars to bits, sir."
"Listen," snarled Runckel, "it"s justair , isn"t it?"
Bade snapped on Landing Site Command. "Get all the men back in the ships," he ordered. "Turn the dampers to full power."
"Holy fangjaw!" Runckel burst out. "Air can"t hurt us. What"s bad about a breeze, anyway?" He seized the Aerial Reconnaissance microphone and snarled. "Stand up, you! What have you been drinking?"
Bade took Runckel by the arm. "Look there!"
On the nearest wall screen, a wide black cloud warped across the sky, and stretched down a long arc to the ground. The whole thing grew steadily larger as they watched.
Bade seized the Landing Site Command microphone. "Can we lift ships?"
"No, sir. Not without tearing the power and damper networks to pieces."
"I see," said Bade. He looked up. The cloud overspread the sky. The screen fell dark. There was a heavy clang, a thundering crash, the ship trembled, tilted, heeled, and slowly, painfully, settled back upright as Bade hung onto the desk and Runckel dove for cover. The sky began to lighten. Bade gripped the microphone and asked what had happened. He listened blank-faced as, after a moment, the first estimates of the damage came in.
One of the thousand-foot-long ships had been tipped off its base. In falling, it struck another ship, which also fell, striking a third. The third ship struck a fourth, which fell unhindered and split up the side like a bean pod. The mouth of the tornado"s funnel then ran along the split, and the ship"s inside looked as if it had been cleaned out with a vacuum hose. A few stunned survivors and scattered bits of equipment were clinging here and there. That was all.
The enemy chose this moment to land his heaviest missile strike in weeks.
It took the rest of the day, all night, and all the following day to get the damage moderately well cleaned up. Then a belated report came in that Forceway Station 1 had been subjected to a bombardment of desks, chairs, communications equipment, and odd bolts and nuts that had riddled the installation from one end to the other and set completion date back four weeks.
An intensive search now located most of the missing equipment and personnel-strewn over forty miles of territory.
"It was," said Runckel weakly, "only air, that"s all."
"Yes," said Bade grimly. He looked up from a scientific report on the tornado. "A whirlpool is only water. Whirling water. Apparently this planet has traveling whirlpools of air."
Runckel groaned, then a sudden thought seemed to hit him. He reached into his wastebasket, fished around, and drew out a crumpled ball of paper. He smoothed it out, read for a while, then growled, "Scientific reports. Here"s some kind of report that came in right in the middle of a battle. According to this thing, the native name for the place where we"ve set down is "Cyclone Alley." Is there some importance in knowing a thing like that?"
Bade felt severe p.r.i.c.kling sensations across his back and neck. ""Cyclone,"" he said, "Where did I hear that before? Give me that paper."
Runckel shrugged and tossed it over. Bade smoothed it out and read: "In this prevalent fairy tale, the "cyclone"-corresponding to our "sea serpent," or "Ogre of the Deep"-makes recurrent visits to communities in certain regions, frightening the inhabitants terribly and committing all sorts of prankish violence. On some occasions, it carries its chosen victims aloft, to set them down again far away. The cyclone is a frightening giant, tall and dark, who approaches in a whirling dance.
"An interesting aspect is the contrast of this legend with the equally prevalent legend of Santa Claus.
Cyclone comes from the south, Santa from the north. Cyclone is prankish, frightening. Santa is benign, friendly, and even brings gifts. Cyclone favors "springtime," but may come nearly any time except "winter."
Cyclone is secular. Santa reflects some of the holy aura of the religious festival, "Christmas."
""Christmas comes but once a year. When it comes, it brings good cheer." Though Cyclone visits but a few favored towns at a time, Santa visits at once all, everyone, even the lowliest dweller in his humbleshack. The natives are immensely earnest about both of these legends. An amusing aspect is that our present main base is almost ideally located for visits by that local Ogre of the Sea, "Cyclone." We are, in fact, situated in a location known as "Cyclone Alley." Perhaps the Ogre will visit us."
At the bottom of the page was a footnote: ""Cyclone" is but one name for this popular Ogre. Another common name is "Tornado.""
Bade sat paralyzed for a moment staring at this paper. "Tornado Alley," he muttered. He grabbed the Flyer Command microphone to demand how the tornado warning system was coming. Then, groggily, he set the paper aside and turned his attention to the problem of General Kottek"s special report. He looked up again as a nagging suspicion began to build up in him. He turned to Runckel. "How many of these "myths" have we come across, anyway?"
Runckel looked as though a heavy burden were settling on him. He groped through his bulging wastebasket and fished out another crumpled ball of paper, then another. He located the one he wanted, smoothed it out, sucked in a deep breath, and read: "Cyclone, winter, spring, summer, hurricane, Easter bunny, autumn, blizzard, cold wave, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, lightning, Santa Claus, typhoon, mental telepathy, earthquake, levitation, volcano-" He looked up. "You want the full report on each of these things? I"ve got most of them here somewhere."
Bade looked warily at Runckel"s overstuffed wastebasket. "No," he said. "But what about that report you"re reading from? Isn"t that an overall summary? Why didn"t I get a copy of that?"
Runckel looked it over and growled, "Try to train them to send their reports to the right place. Yes, it"s an overall summary. Here, want it?"
"Yes," said Bade. He took the report, then stopped to wonder, where was that report he had asked for on "reduced degree of heat?" He reached for a microphone, then remembered General Kottek"s special report. Bade first sent word to Kottek that he approved what Kottek was doing, and that the problem was getting close attention. Then he read the crumpled overall summary Runckel had given him, and ended up feeling he had been on a trip through fairyland. His memories of the details evaporated even as he tried to mentally review the paper. "Hallowe"en," he growled, "icebergs, typhoons-this planet must be a ma.s.s of mythology from one end to the other." He picked up a microphone to call his Intelligence Service.
A messenger hurried across the room to hand him a slip of paper. The paper was from Atmosphere Flyer Command. It read: "Warning! Tornado sighted approaching main base!"
This time, the tornado roared past slightly to the west of the base. It hit, instead Forceway Station 1, and scattered sections of it all over the countryside.
For good measure, the enemy fired in an impressive concentration of rockets and missiles. The attack did only slight harm to the base, but it finished off Forceway Station 1.
An incoherent report now came in from the occupied western end of Cuba, to the effect that a "hurricane" had just gone through. Bade fished through Runckel"s wastebasket to find out exactly what a "hurricane" might be. He looked up at the end of this, pale and shaken, and sent out a strong force to put his Cuban garrison back on its feet.
Then he ordered Intelligence, and some of his technical and scientific departments to get together right away and break down the so-called "myths" into two groups: Harmful, and nonharmful. The nonharmful group was to be arranged in logical order, and each item accompanied by a brief, straightforward description.
As Bade sent out this order, General Kottek reported that, as a supplement to his fortified system, he was making sharp raids whenever conditions were favorable, in order to keep the enemy in his section off-balance. In one on these raids, his troops had captured an enemy doc.u.ment which had since been translated. The doc.u.ment was t.i.tled: "Characteristics of Unheatful-Blooded Animals." Kottek enclosed a copy: "Unheatful-blooded animals have no built-in system for maintaining their bodily rate of molecular activity.
If the surrounding temperature falls, so does theirs. This lowers their physical activity. They cannot move or react as fast as normally. Heatful-blooded animals, properly clothed, are not subject to this handicap.
"In practical reality, this means that as unheatful conditions set in, the Invader should always be attacked during the most unheatful period possible. Night attacks have much to recommend them. So do attacks at dusk or dawn. In general, avoid taking the offensive during heatful periods such as early afternoon.
"Forecasts indicate that winter will be late this year, but severe when it comes. Remember, there is no year on record when temperatures have not dropped severely in the depths of winter. In such conditions, it is expected that the Invader will be killed in large numbers by-untranslatable-of the blood.
"Our job is to make sure they are kept worn down until winter comes. Our job then will be to make sure none of them live through the winter."
Bade looked up feeling as if his digestive system were paralyzed. A messenger hurried across the room to hand him a thick report hastily put together by the Intelligence Service. It was t.i.tled: "Harmful Myths and Definitions."
Bade spent the first part of the night reading this spine-tingling doc.u.ment. The second part of the night he spent in nightmares.
Toward morning, Bade had one vivid and comparatively pleasant dream. A native wearing a simple cloth about his waist looked at Bade intently and asked, "Does the shark live in the air? Does a man breathe underwater? Who will eat gra.s.s when he can have meat?"
Bade woke up feeling vaguely relieved. This sensation was swept away when he reached the operating room and saw the expression on Runckel"s face. Runckel handed Bade a slip of paper: "Hurricane Hannah approaching Long Island Base."
Intercepted enemy radio and television broadcasts spoke of Hurricane Hannah as "the worst in thirty years." As Bade and Runckel stood by helplessly, Hurricane Hannah methodically pounded Long IslandBase to bits and pieces, then swept away the pieces. The hurricane moved on up the sh.o.r.eline, treating every village and city along the way like a personal enemy. When Hurricane Hannah ended her career, and retired to sink ships further north, the Atlantic coast was a shambles from one end to the other.
Out of this shambles moved a powerful enemy force, which seized the bulk of what was left of Long Island Base. The remnant of survivors were trapped in the underground installations, and reported that the enemy was lowering a huge bomb down through the entrance.
In Cuba, the reinforced garrison was barely holding on.
A flood of recommendations now poured in on Bade: 1) Long Island Base needed a whole landing force to escape capture.
2) Cuba Base had to have at least another half landing force for reinforcements.
3) The Construction Corps required the ships of two full landing forces in order to power the forceway network. Otherwise, work on the key-tools factories would be delayed.
4) Landing Site Command would need the ships and dampers of three landing forces to barely protect the base if the power supply of two landing forces were diverted to the Construction Corps.
5) The present main base was now completed and should be put to efficient use at once.
6) The present main base was worthless, because Forceway Station 1 could not be repaired in time to link the base to the forceway network.
7) Every field commander except General Kottek urgently needed heavy reinforcements without delay.
8) Studies by the Staff showed the urgent need of building up the central reserve without delay, at the expense of the field commanders, if necessary.
Bade gave up Long Island Base, ordered Cuba Base to hold on with what it had, told the Landing Site Commander to select a suitable new main base near some southern forceway station free of tornadoes, and threw the rest of the recommendations into the wastebasket.
Runckel now came over with a rope smoldering stub jutting out of the corner of his mouth. "Listen," he said to Bade, "we"re going to have a disciplinary problem on our hands. That Cuban garrison has been living on some kind of native paint-remover called "rum." The whole lot of them have a bad case of the staggering lurch from it; not even the hurricane sobered them up. Poff knew what was going on. But he and his staff covered it over. His troops are worthless. Molch and the reinforcements are doing all the fighting."
Bade said, "Poff is still in command?"
"I put Molch in charge."
"Good. We"ll have to court-martial Poff and his staff. Can Molch hold the base?"
"He said he could. If we"d get Poff off his neck." "Fine," said Bade. "Once he gets things in order, ship the regular garrison to a temporary camp somewhere. We don"t want Molch"s troops infected."
Runckel nodded. A clerk apologized and stepped past Runckel to hand Bade a message. It was from General Frotch, who reported that all his atmospheric flyers based on Long Island had been lost in Hurricane Hannah. Bade showed the message to Runckel, who shook his head wearily.
As Runckel strode away, another clerk put a scientific report on Bade"s desk. Bade read it through, got Frotch on the line, and arranged for a special mission by Flyer Command. Then he located his report on "Harmful Myths and Definitions." Carefully, he read the definition of winter: "To the best of our knowledge, "winter" is a severe periodic disease of plants, the actual onset of which is preceded by the vegetation turning various colors. The tall vegetables known as "trees" lose their foliage entirely, except for some few which are immune and are known as "evergreens." As the disease progresses, the juices of the plants are squeezed out and crystallize in white feathery forms known as "frost." Sufficient quant.i.ties of this squeezed-out dried juice is "snow." The mythology refers to "snow falling from the sky." A possible explanation of this is that the large trees also "snow," producing a fall of dried juice crystals. These crystals are clearly poisonous. "Frostbite," "chilblains," and even "freezing to death" are mentioned in the enemy"s communication media. Even the atmosphere filled with the resulting vapor, is said to be "cold." Totally unexplainable is the common reference to children rolling up b.a.l.l.s of this poisonous dried plant juice and hurling them at each other. This can only be presumed to be some sort of toughening exercise. More research on this problem is needed."
Bade set this report down, reread the latest scientific report, then got up and slowly walked over to a big map of the globe. He gazed thoughtfully at various islands in the South Seas.
Late that day, the ships lifted and moved, to land again near Forceway Station 2. Power cables were run to the station across a sort of long narrow valley at the bottom of which ran a thin trickle of water. By early the morning of the next day, the forceway network was in operation. Men and materials flashed thousands of miles in a moment, and work on the key-tools factories accelerated sharply.
Bade immersed himself in intelligence summaries of the enemy communications media. An item that especially interested him was "Winter Late This Year."
By now there were three viewpoints on "winter." A diehard faction doggedly insisted that it was a myth, a mere quirk of the alien mentality. A large and very authoritative body of opinion held the plant juice theory, and bolstered its stand with reams of data sheets and statistics. A small, vociferous group a.s.serted the heretical water crystal hypotheses, and ate alone at small tables for doing so.
General Frotch called Bade to say that the special Flyer Command mission was coming in to report.
General Kottek sent word that enemy attacks were becoming more daring, that his troops" periods of inefficiency were more frequent, and that the vegetation in his district was turning color. He mentioned, for what it was worth, that troops within the fortifications seemed less affected than those outside. Troops far underground, however, seemed to be slowed down automatically, regardless of conditions on the surface, unless they were engaged in heavy physical labor.
Bade scowled and set off inquiries to his scientific section. Then he heard excited voices and looked up. Four Flyer Command officers were coming slowly into the room, bright metal poles across their shoulders. Slung from the poles was a big plastic-wrapped bundle. The bundle was dripping steadily, and leaving a trail of droplets that led back out the door into the hall. The plastic was filmed over with a layer of tiny beads of moisture.
Runckel came slowly to his feet.
The officers, breathing heavily, set the big bundle on the floor near Bade"s desk.
"Here it is, sir."
Bade"s glance was fastened on the object.
"Unwrap it."
The officers bent over the bundle, and with clumsy fingers pulled back the plastic layer. The plastic stood up stiffly, and bent only with a hard pull. Underneath was something covered with several of the enemy"s thick dark sleeping covers. The officers rolled the bundle back and forth and unwound the covers. An edge of some milky substance came into view. The officers pulled back the covers and a milky, semitransparent block sat there, white vapor rolling out from it along the floor.
There was a concerted movement away from the block and the officers.
Bade said, "Was the whole place like that?"
"No, sir, but there was an awful lot of this stuff. And there was a compacted powdery kind of substance, too. We didn"t bring enough of it back and it all turned to water."
"Did you wear the protective clothes we captured?"
"Yes, sir, but they had to be slit and zippered up the legs, because the enemy"s feet are so small. The arms were a poor fit and there had to be more material across the chest."
"How did they work?"