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You might leave her controls in neutral, so that Lyman can calculate her position if we should want her later on." "All right." The three armor-clad figures stepped into the Boise's open lock, the tractor beam was cut off, and the speedster flashed away from the now stationary super-ship. "Better let formalities go for a while," Captain Bradley interrupted the general introduction taking place.
Driven outward from the super-ship as a center, its advancing surface of seething energy consumed the crimson murk as a billow of blast-furnace heat consumes a cloud of snowflakes in the air above its shaft. Nor was the red death-mist all that was consumed. Between that ravening surface and the armor skin of the Boise there was nothing.
He now had a little data upon which to work, and his fingers were flying over the keys of the calculator. "Back blast, maximum, seventeen seconds!" he directed, crisply. "Not exact, of course, but that'll put us close enough to find 'em with our detectors!" Then for the calculated seventeen seconds the super-ship retraced her path, at the same awful speed with which she had come so far.
We can handle them alone, I think; but if we can't, there's nothing in the System that can help us!" And now the hitherto passive screen of the super-ship became active. At first invisible, it began to glow in livid, violet light, and as the glow brightened to unbearable intensity the entire spherical shield began to increase in size.
Rodebush likewise cut off his power, although somewhat apprehensively, and a Nevian lifeboat entered the main airlock of the Boise. Then, at a table in the control room of Triplanetary's first super-ship, there was written the first Inter-Systemic Treaty.
Men swarmed over her and through her, in the orderly confusion of a fiercely driven but carefully planned program of reconstruction. "I hope your dope is right, Fred!" Cleveland called, as the two scientists separated to go to their respective laboratories. "If it is, we'll make a perfect lady out of this unmanageable man-killer yet!" The Super-Ship Is Launched
Out here's a fine place to try the ship out nothing in the way." "All right with me. But I would like to find out whether I'm two years older than I think I am, or not!" Then for hours they put the great super-ship through her paces, just as test-pilots check up on every detail of performance of an airplane of new and radical design.
We don't even know whether we have a super-ship or not," and Samms described briefly the beginning and very probably the ending of the trial flight, concluding: "It looks bad, but if there was any possible way of handling her, Rodebush and Cleveland did it. All our tracers are negative yet, so nothing definite has...."
Triplanetary's super-ship boasted no ordinary Terrestrial defense, but was sheathed in screen after screen of ultra-vibrations: imponderable walls, it is true, but barriers impenetrable to any unfriendly wave.
Paying no attention to temperature or to scenery and without waiting for chemical analysis of the air, the space-suited mechanics leaped to their tasks; and in only a little more time than had been mentioned by the chief engineer the hull and giant frame of the super-ship were as staunch as of yore. "All right, Skipper!" came finally the welcome word.
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