to accelerative force. Theoretically, you can go as fast as you like. There are no more boundaries.
Neptune
fired. The missile lagged by a million kilometers. Her captain yammered for instrument readings. Perhaps, oh,surely, surely, his prey had been torn apart by the forces generated with imperfect mesh of space curvatures here where the sun’s power was still all-dominant. Nothing registered, no wreckage, no trace, except the howl of hydrogen atoms flung in bow wave and wake by a ship outpacing light. He dared not pursue.
Heim straightened. One by one, he eased his muscles. ‘Well,’ he said, ‘we got away with it.’ The words were poor for the victory within him. Vadász was doing better:
‘
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
And we are outward bound!
’
Part Two
ARSENAL PORT
CHAPTER ONE
W HEN the Earth ship came, Gunnar Heim was bargaining with a devil-winged messenger from a nuclear smithy. The Aerie of Trebogir, for which Ro spoke, had weapons to sell; but there were conditions.
Non-human words hissed and whistled into the man’s helmet pickup. Gregorios Koumanoudes translated into English. ‘—missile gets so large an initial velocity by drawing on the ship’s own gravitrons for a launch impetus.’
Heim wished he could show horse-trader reluctance, as by thoughtfully scratching his head. But it would look silly under present circumstances. Damn this need to wear airsuits! Even on the lift platform where he stood, which kept his weight Earth normal, and even with the strength of a two-meter-tall body which he had gotten back into first-class condition on the voyage hither, the mass of equipment he must carry was tiring. Originally he had planned to stay inboard, put a 3V two-way outside
Connie Girl
, and thus meet with the Staurni; but Koumanoudes warned him against it. They’ll respect you more, Captain, for coming out into their own environment,’ the Greek had said. Irrational, sure, but they make a big thing of physical toughness. And they’ll give a better deal to someone they respect.’
So – Heim scowled into harsh blue sunlight. ‘I see the advantage,’ he answered. ‘However, with my own maneuvering handicapped, I’d be a sitting duck.’
Koumanoudes put his objection into the language that prevails between Kimreth heights and the Iron Sea. Ro spread his taloned hands, a startlingly humanlike gesture. The loss of maneuverability is negligible,’ he said, ‘as only a fractional second is needed for launch. Thereafter one immediately has full accelerative power available again. To be sure, the system must be synchronized with the engine complex, but it shouldnot take long to make the necessary modifications on your ship.’
Unconsciously, Heim glanced skyward. Somewhere beyond that deep purple vault, those icily blue-tinged clouds,
Fox II
swung in orbit around Staurn; tenders flitted back and forth with cargoes of hell, men and notmen swarmed over the cruiser, working together to fit her for war. There was not much left to do. And every nerve in him throbbed to be away. Each day he spent here, Alerion grew stronger, the cause of men on New Europe more hopeless.
Still, one privateer, raiding in the Phoenix, was dreadfully alone. She needed any microscopic advantage he could find for her. Like this missile sling which Ro claimed they could make in the Aerie of Trebogir. It did sound promising. … ‘How long to install?’ Heim asked.
Again four claw fingers, set around the entire palm of the hand, gestured. ‘Some days. One cannot tell exactly without more knowledge than my kinfather’s technologists possess about vessels of your particular class. May I suggest that the captain send his honored chief engineer to discuss such matters with our folk?’
‘Um-m-m.’ Heim considered. His gaze went past Ro, to Galveth, who waited impassively for something to be said that might concern the Lodge. But the blast gun remained idly
Neptune
fired. The missile lagged by a million kilometers. Her captain yammered for instrument readings. Perhaps, oh,surely, surely, his prey had been torn apart by the forces generated with imperfect mesh of space curvatures here where the sun’s power was still all-dominant. Nothing registered, no wreckage, no trace, except the howl of hydrogen atoms flung in bow wave and wake by a ship outpacing light. He dared not pursue.
Heim straightened. One by one, he eased his muscles. ‘Well,’ he said, ‘we got away with it.’ The words were poor for the victory within him. Vadász was doing better:
‘
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
And we are outward bound!
’
Part Two
ARSENAL PORT
CHAPTER ONE
W HEN the Earth ship came, Gunnar Heim was bargaining with a devil-winged messenger from a nuclear smithy. The Aerie of Trebogir, for which Ro spoke, had weapons to sell; but there were conditions.
Non-human words hissed and whistled into the man’s helmet pickup. Gregorios Koumanoudes translated into English. ‘—missile gets so large an initial velocity by drawing on the ship’s own gravitrons for a launch impetus.’
Heim wished he could show horse-trader reluctance, as by thoughtfully scratching his head. But it would look silly under present circumstances. Damn this need to wear airsuits! Even on the lift platform where he stood, which kept his weight Earth normal, and even with the strength of a two-meter-tall body which he had gotten back into first-class condition on the voyage hither, the mass of equipment he must carry was tiring. Originally he had planned to stay inboard, put a 3V two-way outside
Connie Girl
, and thus meet with the Staurni; but Koumanoudes warned him against it. They’ll respect you more, Captain, for coming out into their own environment,’ the Greek had said. Irrational, sure, but they make a big thing of physical toughness. And they’ll give a better deal to someone they respect.’
So – Heim scowled into harsh blue sunlight. ‘I see the advantage,’ he answered. ‘However, with my own maneuvering handicapped, I’d be a sitting duck.’
Koumanoudes put his objection into the language that prevails between Kimreth heights and the Iron Sea. Ro spread his taloned hands, a startlingly humanlike gesture. The loss of maneuverability is negligible,’ he said, ‘as only a fractional second is needed for launch. Thereafter one immediately has full accelerative power available again. To be sure, the system must be synchronized with the engine complex, but it shouldnot take long to make the necessary modifications on your ship.’
Unconsciously, Heim glanced skyward. Somewhere beyond that deep purple vault, those icily blue-tinged clouds,
Fox II
swung in orbit around Staurn; tenders flitted back and forth with cargoes of hell, men and notmen swarmed over the cruiser, working together to fit her for war. There was not much left to do. And every nerve in him throbbed to be away. Each day he spent here, Alerion grew stronger, the cause of men on New Europe more hopeless.
Still, one privateer, raiding in the Phoenix, was dreadfully alone. She needed any microscopic advantage he could find for her. Like this missile sling which Ro claimed they could make in the Aerie of Trebogir. It did sound promising. … ‘How long to install?’ Heim asked.
Again four claw fingers, set around the entire palm of the hand, gestured. ‘Some days. One cannot tell exactly without more knowledge than my kinfather’s technologists possess about vessels of your particular class. May I suggest that the captain send his honored chief engineer to discuss such matters with our folk?’
‘Um-m-m.’ Heim considered. His gaze went past Ro, to Galveth, who waited impassively for something to be said that might concern the Lodge. But the blast gun remained idly
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