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There were in our instrument vehicle, Maida, Georg, Elza and myself, the vehicle manned by two pilots and two mechanicians a slaan, a Mars man, and two Earth men. We were in constant communication with Geno-Rhaalton. And though he enjoined upon us all the necessity for sleeping or resting during the trip, himself sat alert at his desk, unrelaxing.
And I found now that it was the power for them, developed, transformed into its various characteristics and stored for individual transportation and use, which was mainly engrossing Industriana. I had opportunity, that first night, of meeting Geno-Rhaalton the present head of that famous Rhaalton line, for generations hereditary leaders of their race.
We found him, this Geno-Rhaalton, in a secluded, somber little office of black metallic walls, grey hangings and rug, a block of carved stone his desk, and a few of the stiff-backed stone chairs, each with its single prim cushion. The office was beyond sight and sound of the busy city.
They had telephonic ear-pieces available; a tiny mirror fastened to their chests to face them, upon which Georg or Geno-Rhaalton could project images; a mouthpiece for talking to Georg; and a belt of offensive weapons, useful within a range of five hundred feet but no further. Very alert and agile, twisting and turning in the air were these girls.
But the hilltop was empty, save for one lone figure Geno-Rhaalton standing sorrowfully gazing after us. First Assault Our spies had informed us that of recent weeks there had arisen about the City of Ice a huge wall behind which Tarrano would make his stand. It was our plan to approach within range of this and establish our power plant as a base from which to direct our offensive.
He could not aerially transport his power; hence, for offense he could only rely upon individual batteries which, unless permanently stationed within the city, we knew would have a short range at best. We watched this thing in the air for hours. It did not move; it was soundless. What was its purpose? We could not guess. And then at last, Geno-Rhaalton ordered us all to the attack. Battle
A vehicle with a single room an instrument room fully equipped by means of which Geno-Rhaalton at his desk would be in contact with our every move. And largest vehicle of all in aspect a solid, squat affair almost of a size for inter-planetary travel our power plant. We started at dawn of the second morning after my own arrival in Industriana.
Georg, Maida and Elza were with me. Geno-Rhaalton stepped up to us. Bare-headed. A solemn little man, heavy-hearted. "Good-by," he said simply. "I know you will do your best." "Jac! Look there!" I followed Elza's startled gesture to the soft, white clouds which were massed in the sky above us.
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