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Updated: May 29, 2025
But the computers could not handle an object which not only changed velocity but changed the rate at which its velocity changed. Missiles came pouring out of the Mekinese ship. They were infinitesimal, bright specks on the radar-screen. They curved violently in flight trying to intercept the Isis's missile. They failed. There was a flash of sun-bright flame very, very far away.
It flamed brilliantly as all the Isis's fuel and the warheads on all its unexpended missiles turned to pure energy in the hundred-millionth of a second. It was many times brighter than a sun. Then it was not. And the violence of the explosion was such that there was not even glowing metal-vapor where it had been.
Every man aboard knew how the interceptor-proof missiles worked. Logan might be the only man who had ever calculated the tables for their use, but if any member of the Isis's crew were captured and made to talk, he could tell enough for Mekinese mathematicians to start work with. If Logan were captured he could tell more.
The Isis drove to meet the cruiser. The two vessels should be approaching each other at a rate which was the total of their speeds. Bors punched computer-keys and got the gravitational factor at this distance from Tralee's sun. He set the Isis's solar-system drive to that exact quantity. He waited. His own radar was now non-operative.
It amounts to shipwreck. How many of my men can you take off?" "We've lots of room!" said Gwenlyn. "My father kept most of the Talents with him. We're heading your way, Captain." "Very good," said Bors. "Thank you." He was grateful, but help from a woman from Gwenlyn! galled him. He heard her click off, and shivered. Presently the Sylva was alongside. The transfer of the Isis's crew began.
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