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Updated: June 24, 2025
The sigma-ray needler, which he carried, was the only weapon which could be used, under the circumstances. It had no effect whatever on any material structure and could be used inside an activated conveyer without deranging the conductor-mesh, as, say, a bullet or the vibration of an ultrasonic paralyzer would do, and it was instantly fatal to anything having a central nervous system.
Together they watched the progress of their captain. Safe on the second tussock from the shore, Jellico halted, edged carefully around and used the needler Nymani had left with him. A shaggy head tossed and the bull fronting Asaki on the cliff went down. The Chief Ranger dodged quickly to the right and a second beast rushed out and over, to join its mired comrade in the swamp below.
"Yes, though you didn't give us many details about that, Hunter." Hume put down the needler he had been charging. He studied Yactisi across that weapon. "Who are you?" His voice was soft but carried a snap. For the first time Vye saw the tall, lean civ really smile. "A man of many interests, Hunter shall we let it go at that for the present?
By this time, he was feeling considerable pain from the claw-wounds he had received. He peeled off his shirt and tossed it over the hood of the jeep. Tortha Karf had advised him to carry a needler, or a blaster, or a neurostat-gun, but Verkan Vall had been unwilling to take such arms onto the Fourth Level.
"If you ever lay a hand on your Commanding Officer again, I'll burn you where you stand, Kramer." Then a voice came from behind me. "You're not killing anybody without a trial, Captain." Joyce stood there with two of the crew chiefs, needler in hand. Fine and Taylor were not in sight. I pushed Kramer out of my way and walked up to Joyce. "Hand me that weapon, Junior, butt first," I said.
"Here's one of us who doesn't have to, much," Vall said, nodding toward Dalla. "She knocked a needler out of one man's hand, and we took him alive. The Force owes her a new shoulder-bag: she spoiled that one using it for a club." "Best shoulder-bag we can find you, Dalla," Tortha Karf promised.
Now only I could open it without blasting. Control Section was next. It, too, was empty, all in order. I locked it, and started across to Missiles. Two men appeared at the end of the passage, having as hard a time as I was. I entered the cross corridor just in time to escape a volley of needler shots. The mutiny was in the open now, for sure. I kept going, hearing more shouting.
"With the feeder beam shut off by the mountains, I fear those will no longer work." Jellico tossed one on the crumpled nose of the flitter and punched its button with the tip of the needler barrel. Then he threw a rock at the dangling belt. The stone landed, taking the wide protective band with it to the ground. That force field which should have warded off the missile was not working.
I don't think those things can float and if they sink to the bottom that ought to fix them as far as we are concerned." Rynch ran, still holding the needler. He balanced along the drift log Hume had pointed out and a jump sent him floundering in the brown stream thigh deep. Hume joined him, his face grim. "Downstream " Rynch looked.
A fist flashed out and snapped his head back. That was a mistake; Williams pulled his needler, and fired a ricochet down the passage. "'Bout twelve a you yellow-bellies git outa my way," he yelled. "I'm comin' through." Nagle moved close to Williams, and shouted something to him. The noise drowned it. Kramer swung back to me, frantic to regain his sway over the mob.
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