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Updated: May 6, 2025
Just keep your Archer handy..." The faint, shifting blips in the radar screens was an old story, reminding him that certain things were no better than before, and that some were worse. Somewhere there were other bubbtowns. There were policing space forces, too. But for millions of miles around, this cluster of eight hundred prefabs and the numerous larger bubbs that served them, were all alone.
There were two distinct blips remaining. It could be guessed that some targets had been fired on by more than one launching-tube, leaving two ships unattacked by the Horus's missiles. Both of those ships one a heavy cruiser now desperately flung the contents of their magazines at the Horus. Bors heard his voice snapping coordinates. "Launch all missiles at those two targets," he commanded. "Fire!
"Mason," yelled Loring, "you take over on the radar bridge!" "All ready up here," said Mason. "Well, be sure we've got a clear trajectory out. Better take us into the sun Alpha Centauri. That way, maybe they'll miss us on their radar. The sun will show all sorts of blips on their screen." "O.K.," said Mason. "You think he'll go for it?"
Without breaking his transmission, the ground controller asked if the radar operator still had the lock-on because on the scope the distance between two blips had almost doubled in one sweep of the antenna. This indicated that the unknown target had almost doubled its speed in a matter of seconds. For ten minutes the ground radar followed the chase.
"Steve I mean, Captain Strong. The rest of the fleet! It's coming in! Attacking from top-side!" "By the craters of Luna, you're right!" yelled the young Solar Guard captain, as he saw the white blips on the scanner screen. "O.K., it's time to stop running and fight!"
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