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Updated: June 11, 2025
Another six-man ship must go out but this ship will come back!" And with the order for another experimental ship, went the orders for commercial supplies of this new apparatus. Every IP ship must be equipped to resist it. Buck Kendall sailed on the six-man scout that went out this time. Again they swooped once at Phobos, again Miran scout-ships crumbled under the attack of the vicious UV beams.
There was resistance, enormous resistance the ship crumpled in on itself, the tail vanished in dust as a sweeping crumbler beam caught it at last and the remaining portion of the ship plowed into the nose of the Miran. The Miran's force-control-room was wrecked.
To him Abdulla half-hopeful, half-desperate, repaired: and the Syed came into his house and gave Afiza a potion composed of incense-ashes and water from the Miran shrine. But the evil spirit was terribly violent; and it required regular treatment of this nature for fully twenty days ere it could be dislodged.
The latter accordingly was made over to Miran, by whose orders he was brutally murdered in the course of the night. It should be remembered that at that time it was the fashion in private letters and in society to describe naval and military officers as if they were civilians, and not by their naval or military rank.
Angrily the terrific sword of energy slashed at the frail little scouts. Angrily the Miran interstellar ship shot herself abruptly into action against this insolent cruiser. The cruiser launched a flight of the mercury-torpedoes. Flashing, burning, ultra-violet energy flooded the great ship, harmlessly, for the men were, as usual, protected.
Four hundred and three torpedoes, equipped with anti-magnetic apparatus darted out. One hundred and four passed the struggling fields. One found lodgement on a Miran ship, and crushed in a metal wall, to be stopped by a bulkhead. The Chief engineer watched his power declining.
Lazily, the Miran patrol on Phobos watched the T-208, indifferent to her. The T-208 dove suddenly, after five fruitless circles of the tiny world, and with her four-foot UV beam flaming, stabbed angrily at a flight of Miran scouts berthed in the very shadow of a great battle cruiser, one of the interstellar ships stationed here on Phobos. Four of the little ships slumped in incandescence.
Cameras were grinding steadily, with long range telescopic lenses, delicate instruments probed and felt and caught their fingers in the fields of the giant fleet. At ten-second intervals, giant ships popped into being, and glided smoothly toward Jupiter. Then the cruisers arrived. They halted at a respectful distance, and waited. The Miran ships plowed on undisturbed.
The narrow-gauge Rohilcuud Railway now follows along the Grand Trunk road, being built on one edge of the broad road-bed. Miran Serai, a station on this road, is my destination for the day; there, however, no friendly dak bungalow awaits my coming and no hostelry of any kind is to be found.
The Miran answered with the neutron beam, atomic and gamma bombs and the crumbler ray. Gently, softly a halo of shimmering-violet luminescence built up about the T-208. The UV beam continued to flare, wavering slightly in its aim then fell way off to one side. The T-208 staggered suddenly, wandered from her course whole, but uncontrolled. For the men within the ship were dead.
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