14 - Empire by Clifford D. Simak

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CHAPTER XIV of EMPIRE by Clifford Simak The invincible hung in space, An empty, airless hull, The largest thing afloat. Chartered freighters leaving their ports from distant parts of the earth, Had converged upon her hours before, Had unloaded crated apparatus storing it in the yawning hull. Then they had departed. Now the sturdy little space yacht Comet was towing the great ship out into space, five hundred thousand miles beyond the orbit of the moon. Slowly the hull was being taken farther and farther away from possible discovery. Work on the installation of the apparatus had started almost as soon as the Comet had first tugged at the ponderous mass. Leaving only a skeleton crew in charge of the Comet, the rest of the selected crew had begun the assembly of the mighty machines which would transform the Invincible into a thing of unimaginable power and speed. The doors were closed and sealed, and the air already stored in the ship's tanks was released. The slight acceleration of the Comet's towing served to create artificial weight for easier work, but not enough to handicap the shifting of the heavier pieces of apparatus. An electric cable was run back from the little yacht, and the Invincible took her first breath of life.
The work advanced rapidly, for every man was more than a mere engineer or space buster. They were a selected crew, the men who had helped to make the name of Gregory Manning famous throughout the solar system. First the engines were installed, then the two groups of five massive power plants, and the single smaller engine, as an auxiliary supply plant for the light-heat air. The accumulators of the Comet were drained in a single tremendous surge, and the auxiliary generator started. It in turn awoke to life the other power plants, to leave them sleeping, idling, but ready for instant use to develop power such as man had never before dreamed of holding and moulding to his will. Then with the gigantic tools these engines supplied, tools of pure force and strange space fields, the work was rapidly completed. The power boards were set in place, welded in position by a sudden furious blast of white-hot metal, and as equally sudden freezing, to be followed by careful heating and re-cooling till the beryl-steel reached its maximum strength. Over the hull swarmed space-suited men, using that strange new power, heat-treating the stubborn metal in a manner never before possible. The generators were charging the atoms of the ship's beryl-steel hide with the same hazy force that had trapped and held the gangster ship in its mighty vice. Thus charged, no material thing could penetrate them. The greatest meteor would be crushed to drifting dust without so much as scarring that wall of mighty force, meteors travelling with a speed and penetrative power that no gun-hurled projectile could ever hope to attain. Riding under her own power, driven by the concentration of gravitational lines, impregnable to all known forces, containing within her hull the secrets of many strange devices, the invincible wheeled in space.
Russell Page lounged in a chair before the control manual of the Teletransport machine. He puffed placidly at his pipe, and looked out through the great sweep of the vision-panel. Out there was the black of space, and the glint of stars, the soft glow of distant Jupiter. Greg Manning was hunched over the navigation controls, sharp eyes watching the panorama of space. Russ looked at him and grinned. On Greg's face there was a smile, but about his eyes were lines of alert watchfulness and thought. Greg Manning was in his proper role at the controls of a ship such as the Invincible, a man who never stepped backward from danger, whose spirit hungered for the vast stretches of void that lay between the worlds. Russ leaned back, blowing smoke towards the high-arched control-room ceiling. They had burned their bridges behind them. The laboratory back in the mountains was destroyed, locked against any possible attack by a sphere of force until the teletransport had lifted from it certain items of equipment. It had been melted into a mass of molten metal that formed a pool upon the mountain-top that ran in gushing fiery ribbons down the mountain-side, flowing in gleaming curtains over precipices. It would have been easier to have merely disintegrated in one bursting flash of energy, but that would have torn apart the entire mountain-range, overwhelmed and toppled cities hundreds of miles away, dealt earth a staggering blow. A skeleton crew had taken the comet back to earth, and landed it on Greg's estate. Once again the teletransporter had reached out, wrapped its fingers around the men who stepped from the little ship. In less than the flash of astro blight, they had been snatched back to the Invincible, through a million miles of space, through the very walls of the ship itself. One second they had been on earth, the next second they were in the control room of the Invincible, grinning, saluting Greg Manning, trotting back to their quarters in the engine-rooms. Ross stared out at space, puffed it to his pipe, considering. A thousand years ago man had held what they called tournaments. Armoured knights rode out into the jousting-grounds, and broke their lances to prove which was the better man. To-day there was to be another tournament. This ship was to be their charger, and the gauntlet had been flung to Spencer Chambers and interplanetary power. And all of space was to be the jousting-grounds. This was war. War without trappings, without fanfare, but bitter war upon which depended the future of the solar system. A war to break the grip of steel that interplanetary accumulators had gained upon the planets, to shatter the grim dream of empire held by one man. A war for the right to give to the people of the worlds a source of power that would for ever unshackle them.