“Cadet Corbett reporting, sir,” he said.
In a moment the office was filled with men; E. Philips James, the Solar Delegate, Captain Strong, fleet commanders, and officers of the line.
“Make your report, Cadet Corbett,” said Walters.
Tom spoke quickly and precisely, giving full details on the location of the base, the approximate number of fighting ships, the armament of each, the location of supply dumps, and finally of Major Connel’s plan to sabotage the radar at noon the following day. Then, one by one, each official asked him questions pertinent to their tasks. Fleet commanders asked about the ships’ speed, size, armor; Strong inquired about the stores and supporting lines of supply; Walters asked for the names of all people connected with the movement. All of these questions Tom answered as well as he could.
“Well, gentlemen,” said Walters, “thanks to Corbett and the others on this mission, we have all the information we need to counter the Nationalists. I propose to follow Major Connel’s plan and attack the base at noon tomorrow. Squadrons A and B will approach from the south and east at exactly noon. Squadrons C, D, and E will come in from the north and west as a second wave at 1202. The rest of the fleet will go in from above at 1205. Supporting squadrons are now on their way from Earth and Mars. Blast off at six hundred hours. Spaceman’s luck!”
“Good work, Tom,” said Strong, when the conference broke up.
“Yes, sir,” said Tom. “But I can’t help worrying about Roger and Astro and Major Connel. What’s going to happen to them, sir?”
Strong hesitated. “I don’t know, Tom. I really don’t know.”
CHAPTER 17
“What time is it, Astro?”
“Exactly eleven o’clock, sir.”
“All set?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You know what to do. Move out!”
Astro and Major Connel were crouched behind a pile of fuel drums piled near the communications and radar building in the heart of the Nationalists’ base. Above them, the gigantic tree used as the radar tower rose straight into the Venusian morning sky.
After helping Tom to escape, Astro had returned to the prison building for Connel and was surprised to find the place surrounded by green-clad Nationalist guards. Rather than attempt to release Connel then, Astro hid and waited for the time set to wreck the radar communications of the enemy. During the second day, he had successfully eluded the many patrols looking for him. Once from a hiding place he overheard one of the men mention Connel. He took a daring chance and approached the patrol openly. Speaking the Venusian dialect, he learned that Connel had escaped. That news sent the cadet on a different game of hide-and-seek as he prowled around the base searching for the Solar Guard officer. He had found him hiding near the radar tower, and they spent the night close to the communications building waiting for the time to strike.
Their plan was simple. Astro would enter the building from the front, while Connel would enter from the rear. Astro would draw attention to himself, and while the guards inside the building were busy dealing with him, Connel would come upon them from behind, knock them out of action, and then destroy the radar equipment.
The two spacemen gave no thought to their own safety. They were concerned only with accomplishing their objective. Having no way of knowing whether Tom had made it back to Venusport or whether their destruction of the communications center would be of any value, they nevertheless had to proceed on the assumption that Tom had gotten through.
Astro crawled behind the drums and stopped twenty feet from the door to wait for several Nationalist officers to leave. They finally got into a jet car and roared away. Astro nodded to the major waiting to edge around to the rear and then headed for the main entrance.
Connel saw Astro making his way to the front door and hurried around to complete his part of the mission. He waited exactly three minutes, gripped his shock rifle firmly, and then crossed over to the rear of the building and stepped inside.
Once inside, the major found it difficult to keep from bursting into laughter. The large ground-floor room was a frenzy of brawling, yelling, shouting Nationalist guards trying to capture the giant cadet. Astro was standing in the middle of the floor, swinging his great hamlike fists methodically, mowing down the guards like tenpins. Two of them were on his back, trying to choke him, while others crowded in from all sides. But they could not bring the cadet down. Astro saw Connel, shook himself, and stood free.
“Stand back!” roared Connel. “The first one of you green monkeys that makes a move will have his teeth knocked out! Now line up over there against the wall—and I mean fast!”
The sudden attack from the rear startled the Nationalist guards, and they milled around in confusion. There was no confusion, however, when Connel fired a blast over their heads. Astro grabbed a paralo-ray gun and opened up on the guards. A second later the squad of Nationalists were frozen in their tracks.
Once the men were no further danger to them, Connel and Astro locked the front and rear doors and then raced up the stairs that led to the main radar and communications rooms on the second floor.
“You start at that end of the hall, I’ll start here!” shouted Connel. “Smash everything you see!”
“Aye, aye, sir.” Astro waved his hand and charged down the hall. He exploded into a room, firing rapidly, and an electronics engineer froze in a startled pose in front of his worktable. The big cadet gleefully swung a heavy chair across the table of delicate electronic instruments, and smashed shelves of vital parts, pausing only long enough to see if he had left anything unbroken. He rushed out into the hall again. At the other end he heard Connel in action in another room. Astro grinned. It sounded as if the major was having a good time. “Well,” thought the big cadet, “I’m not having such a bad time myself!”
The next room he invaded contained the radar-control panel, and the big cadet howled with glee as he smashed the butt of his paralo-ray gun into the delicate vacuum tubes, and ripped wires and circuits loose.
Suddenly he stopped, conscious of someone behind him. He spun around, finger starting to squeeze the trigger of his gun, and then caught himself just in time. Major Connel was leaning against the doorjamb, a wide grin on his face.
“How’re you doing?” he drawled.
“Not bad,” said Astro casually. “Be a lot of work here, fixing these things, eh?” He grinned.
“What time is it?” asked Connel.
Astro looked at his watch. “Twenty to twelve.”
“We’d better clear out of here and head for the jungle.”
Astro hesitated. “You know, sir, I’ve been thinking.”
“If you have an idea, spill it,” said the major.
“How about releasing the prisoners, taking over a ship, and blasting off?”
“And have the Solar Guard fleet blast us out of the skies? No, sir! Come on, we’ve got to get moving!”
“We could still try to release Carson and the others,” said Astro stoutly.
“We can try all right, but I don’t think we’ll be very successful.”
The two spacemen returned to the first floor of the building and headed for the rear door without so much as a look at the line of frozen guards along the wall. Once outside, they skirted the edge of the building, staying close to the hedge, and then struck out boldly across the canyon floor toward the prison building. They were surprised to see that their smashing attack had gone unnoticed, and Connel reasoned that the constant roar of activity in the canyon had covered the sounds of their raid.
“We’ll have to hurry, sir,” said Astro as they turned into the lane leading to the prison. “Ten minutes to twelve.”
“It’s no good, Astro,” said Connel, suddenly pulling the cadet back and pointing to the building. “Look at all the guards—at least a dozen of them.”
Astro waited a second before saying grimly, “We could try, sir.”
“Don’t be a pigheaded idiot!” roared Connel. “Nothing will happen to those
men now, and in five minutes there’ll be so much confusion around here that we’ll be able to walk over and open the door without firing a shot!”
Suddenly there was an explosive roar behind them and they spun around. On the opposite side of the canyon three rocket ships were hurtling spaceward.
“They must have spotted our fleet coming in,” said Connel, a puzzled frown on his face.
“But how could they?” asked Astro. “We knocked out their radar!”
Connel slammed his fist into the palm of his hand. “By the stars, Astro, we forgot about their monitoring spaceship above the tower! When we knocked out the main station here in the canyon, it took over and warned the base of the attack!”
From all sides the canyon reverberated with the roaring blasts of the Nationalist fleet blasting off. Around them, the green-clad rebels were running to their defense posts. Officers shouted frantic orders and workers dropped tools to pick up guns. The building that held Carson and the other planters was suddenly left alone as the guards hurried to ships and battle stations.
Connel counted the number of ships blasting off and smiled. “They don’t stand a chance! They’re sending up only two heavy cruisers, four destroyers, and about twenty scouts. The Solar Guard fleet will blast them into space dust.”
Astro jumped up and started to run.
“Hey, Astro! Where are you going?” shouted Connel.
“To find Roger!” Astro shouted in reply. “I’ll meet you back here!”
“Right!” shouted Connel, settling back into concealment. There was no need to release the planters in the guardhouse now. Connel was satisfied that in a few moments the rebellion against the Solar Alliance would be defeated. He smiled in prospect of seeing a good fight.
* * * *
“Bandit at three o’clock—range twenty miles!” Aboard the command ship of the first group of attacking Solar Guard squadrons, Captain Strong stood in the middle of the control deck and watched the outline of an approaching Nationalist cruiser on the radar scanner. The voice of the range finder droned over the ship’s intercom.
“Change course three degrees starboard, one degree down on ecliptic plane,” ordered Strong calmly.
“Aye, aye, sir,” replied Tom at the controls.
“Main battery, stand by to fire.” Strong watched the enemy ship closely.
“Aye, aye!” came the answer over the intercom.
“Approaching target!” called the range finder. “Closing to fifty thousand yards—forty thousand—”
“Pleiades and Regulus,” Strong called the other two ships of his squadron. “Cut in on port and starboard flanks. Squadron B, stand by!”
Abrupt acknowledgment came over the audioceiver as the cruisers deployed for the attack.
“Twenty-three thousand yards, holding course.” The range-finder’s voice was a steady monotone.
“Stand by to fire!” snapped Strong.
“Two bandits at nine o’clock on level plane of ecliptic!” came the warning from the radar bridge.
Before Strong could issue an order countering the enemy move, the voice of the commander of the Pleiades came in over the audioceiver, “Our meat, Strong, you take care of the big baby!”
On the scanner screen Strong saw the trails of two space torpedoes erupt from the side of the Pleiades, followed immediately by two more from its flanking ship, the Regulus. The four missiles hurtled toward the two enemy destroyers, and a second later two brilliant flashes of light appeared on the scanner. Direct hits on the two destroyers!
“Range—ten thousand feet,” came the calm voice over the intercom, reminding Strong of the enemy cruiser.
“Arm war heads!” snapped Strong over the intercom, and, on the gun deck, men twirled the delicate fuses on the noses of the space torpedoes and stepped back.
“On target!” called the range finder.
“Full salvo—fire!” called Strong, and turned to Tom quickly. “Ninety-degree turn—five degrees up!”
The Solar Guard cruiser quivered under the recoil of the salvo and then bucked under the sudden change of course to elude the torpedoes fired by the enemy a split second later.
As the Solar Guard cruiser roared up in a long arc, eluding the enemy torpedoes, the Nationalist ship maneuvered frantically to evade the salvo of war heads, but Strong had fired a deadly pattern. In a few seconds the enemy ship was reduced to space junk.
Concentrating on the control panel, Tom had been too busy maneuvering the giant ship to see the entire engagement, but he heard the loud exulting cries of the gun crew over the intercom. He looked up at Strong, and the Solar Guard captain winked. “One down!”
“Here come squadrons C, D, and E, sir,” said Tom, indicating the radar. “Right on time.” He glanced at the astral chronometer over his head. “Two minutes after twelve.”
“It doesn’t look as if we’ll need them, Tom,” said Strong. “The Nationalists got only two cruisers and four destroyers off the ground. We’ve already knocked out one of their cruisers and two destroyers, and Squadron B is taking on the second cruiser and its destroyer escorts now!” He turned to the radar scanner and saw the white evenly spaced blips that represented Squadron B enveloping the three enemy ships. The bulky converted cruiser was maneuvering frantically to get away. But there was no escape. In a perfectly co-ordinated action the Solar Guard ships fired their space torpedoes simultaneously. The three Nationalist ships exploded in a deadly flash of fire.
“Don’t tell me that’s all they’ve got!” exclaimed Strong. “Why, we still have the rest of the fleet coming in at 1205!”
Suddenly Tom froze in his seat. Before him on the radar scanner he saw a new cluster of white blips, seemingly coming from nowhere. They were enemy ships, hurtling spaceward to meet the Solar Guard fleet. “Captain Strong! Look! More of them. From secret ramps in the jungle!”
“By the craters of Luna!” roared the Solar Guard captain. “Attention! Attention! All ships—all ships!” he called into the fleet intercom. “This is Strong aboard command ship. Bandit formation closing fast. Regroup! Take tight defensive pattern!”
As the Solar Guard squadrons deployed to meet this new attack, Tom felt a chill run down his spine. The mass of ships blasting to meet them outnumbered them by almost three to one. And there were more ships blasting off from the secret ramps in the jungle! He had led the Solar Guard into a trap!
CHAPTER 18
“Fire at will! Fire at will!”
Aboard the command ship, Captain Strong roared the order to the rest of the fleet, and the individual ship commanders of the Solar Guard vessels broke formation and rocketed into the mass of Nationalist ships, firing salvo after salvo of space torpedoes. But it was a losing battle. Time and again, Strong and Tom saw Solar Guard ships hemmed in by three and four Nationalists’ vessels, then blasted into oblivion.
Strong had ordered Tom to maneuver the command ship at will, seeking targets, yet still keeping from being a target, and the young cadet had guided the powerful ship through a series of maneuvers that had even surprised the experienced Solar Guard officer.
“Where’s the rest of the fleet?” roared Strong. “Why aren’t they here yet?”
“I don’t know, sir,” replied Tom, “but if they don’t show up soon, there won’t be much left to save!”
“Bandits dead ahead,” droned the voice from the radar bridge calmly, “trying to envelop us.”
Tom’s hand shot out for the intercom to relay orders to the power deck and glanced quickly at the scanner. He almost cheered. “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!”
The Solar Guard reinforcements swooped down on the fighting ships with dazzling speed, and the sky over the jungle belt of Venus base was so thick with zooming, firing, maneuvering ships that
observers on the ground couldn’t tell one ship from another. For an hour the battle raged. During the seesawing back and forth it seemed as if all ships must be blasted into space junk. Finally the superior maneuvering and over-all spacemanship of the Solar Guard vessels began to count heavily, and the Nationalist ships began to plunge into the jungle or drift helplessly out into space. Reforming, the Solar Guard ships encircled the enemy in a deadly englobement pattern, and wheeling in great co-ordinated arcs through space, sent combined volleys of torpedoes crashing into the enemy ships. The space battle was over, a complete Solar Guard victory.
Strong called to the remaining ships of his fleet, “Take formation K. Land and attack the enemy base according to prearranged order. The enemy fleet is destroyed, but we still have a big job to do.”
“What happens now, sir?” asked Tom, relaxing for the first time since the space battle had begun.
“We try to destroy their base and put an end to this rebellion as quickly as possible,” replied Strong coldly.
One by one, the ships of the Solar Guard fleet landed around the rim of the canyon base. Troop carriers, that had stood off while the space battle raged, disgorged hundreds of tough Solar Guard Marines, each carrying shock rifles, paralo-ray pistols, and small narco grenades that would put an enemy to sleep in five seconds. A half-hour later, after the last Nationalist ship had been blasted out of the skies, the rim of the canyon was alive with Solar Guardsmen waiting to go into action. Many had comrades in the Solar Guard ships lost in the space fight and they were eager to avenge their friends.
“How many ships did we lose, sir?” asked Tom, after the squadron commanders had made their reports to Captain Strong.
“Forty,” said Strong grimly. “But the entire Nationalist fleet was wiped out. Thank the universe that their radar was knocked out, or we would have been completely wiped out.”
“Thank Astro and Major Connel for that, sir,” said Tom with the first smile on his face in days. “I knew none of those green jokers could stop those two!”
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