The World Turned Upside Down Part 30

Baird's hands were already flipping switches and plugging the radar room apparatus into a new setup.

"There's a contact, sir," he said curtly. "No. There was a contact. It's broken now. Something detected us. We picked up a radar pulse. One."

The word "one" meant much. A radar system that could get adequate information from a single pulse was not the work of amateurs. It was the product of a very highly developed technology. Setting all equipment to full-globular scanning, Baird felt a certain crawling sensation at the back of his neck. He'd been mapping within a narrow range above and below the line of this system's ecliptic. A lot could have happened outside the area he'd had under long-distance scanning.

But seconds pa.s.sed. They seemed like years. The all-globe scanning covered every direction out from theNiccola . Nothing appeared which had not been reported before. The gas-giant planet far behind, and the only inner one on this side of the sun, which return their pulses only after minutes. Meanwhile the radars reported very faithfully, but they only repeated previous reports.

"No new object within half a million miles," said Baird, after a suitable interval. Presently he added: "Nothing new within three-quarter million miles." Then: "Nothing new within a million miles . . ."

The skipper said bitingly: "Then you'd better check on objects that are not new!" He turned aside, and his voice came more faintly as he spoke into another microphone. "Mr. Taine! Arm all rockets and have your tube crews stand by in combat readiness! Engine room! Prepare drive for emergency maneuvers! Damage-control parties, put on pressure suits and take combat posts with equipment!" His voice rose again in volume. "Mr. Baird!

How about observed objects?"

Diane murmured. Baird said briefly: "Only one suspicious object, sir-and that shouldn't be suspicious. We are sending an information-beam at something we'd cla.s.sed as a burned-out comet. Pulse going out now, sir."

Diane had the distant-information transmitter aimed at what she'd said might be a dead comet. Baird pressed the b.u.t.ton. An extraordinary complex of information-seeking frequencies and forms sprang into being and leaped across emptiness. There were microwaves of strictly standard amplitude, formeasurement-standards. There were frequencies of other values, which would be selectively absorbed by this material and that. There were laterally and circularly polarized beams. When they bounced back, they would bring a surprising amount of information.

They returned. They did bring back news. The thing that had registered as a larger lump in a meteor swarm was not a meteor at all. It returned four different frequencies with a relative-intensity pattern which said that they'd been reflected by bronze-probably silicon bronze. The polarized beams came back depolarized, of course, but with phase-changes which said the reflector had a rounded, regular form.

There was a smooth hull of silicon bronze out yonder. There was other data.

"It will be a Plumie s.h.i.+p, sir," said Baird very steadily. "At a guess, they picked up our mapping beam and shot a single pulse at us to find out who and what we were. For another guess, by now they've picked up and a.n.a.lyzed our information-beam and know what we've found out about them."

The skipper scowled.

"How many of them?" he demanded. "Have we run into a fleet?"

"I'll check, sir," said Baird. "We picked up no tuned radiation from outer s.p.a.ce, sir, but it could be that they picked us up when we came out of overdrive and stopped all their transmissions until they had us in a trap."

"Find out how many there are!" barked the skipper. "Make it quick! Report additional data instantly!"

His screen clicked off. Diane, more than a little pale, worked swiftly to plug the radar-room equipment into a highly specialized pattern. TheNiccola was very well equipped, radarwise. She'd been a type G8 Survey s.h.i.+p, and on her last stay in port she'd been rebuilt especially to hunt for and make contact with Plumies. Since the discovery of their existence, that was the most urgent business of the s.p.a.ce Survey. It might well be the most important business of the human race-on which its survival or destruction would depend. Other remodeled s.h.i.+ps had gone out before theNiccola , and others would follow until the problem was solved. Meanwhile theNiccola 's twenty-four rocket tubes and stepped-up drive and computer-type radar system equipped her for Plumie-hunting as well as any human s.h.i.+p could be. Still, if she'd been lured deep into the home system of the Plumies, the prospects were not good.

The new setup began its operation, instantly the last contact closed. The three-dimensional map served as a matrix to control it. The information-beam projector swung and flung out its bundle of oscillations. It swung and flashed. It had to examine every relatively nearby object for a const.i.tution of silicon bronze and a rounded shape. The nearest objects had to be examined first. Speed was essential. But three-dimensional scanning takes time, even at some hundreds of pulses per minute.

Nevertheless, the information came in. No other silicon-bronze object within a quarter-million miles.

Within half a million. A million. A million and a half. Two million . . .

Baird called the navigation room.

"Looks like a single Plumie s.h.i.+p, sir," he reported. "At least there's one s.h.i.+p which is nearest by a very long way."

"Hah!" grunted the skipper. "Then we'll pay him a visit. Keep an open line, Mr. Baird!" His voicechanged. "Mr. Taine! Report here at once to plan tactics!"

Baird shook his head, to himself. TheNiccola 's orders were to make contact without discovery, if such a thing were possible. The ideal would be a Plumie s.h.i.+p or the Plumie civilization itself, located and subject to complete and overwhelming envelopment by human s.h.i.+ps-before the Plumies knew they'd been discovered. And this would be the human ideal because humans have always had to consider that a stranger might be hostile, until he'd proven otherwise.

Such a viewpoint would not be optimism, but caution. Yet caution was necessary. It was because the Survey bra.s.s felt the need to prepare for every unfavorable eventuality that Taine had been chosen as weapons officer of theNiccola . His choice had been deliberate, because he was a xenophobe. He had been a problem personality all his life. He had a seemingly congenital fear and hatred of strangers-which in mild cases is common enough, but Taine could not be cured without a complete breakdown of personality. He could not serve on a s.h.i.+p with a multiracial crew, because he was invincibly suspicious of and hostile to all but his own small breed. Yet he seemed ideal for weapons officer on theNiccola , provided he never commanded the s.h.i.+p. Becauseif the Plumies were hostile, a well-adjusted, normal man would never think as much like them as a Taine. He was capable of the kind of thinking Plumies might practice, if they were xenophobes themselves.

But to Baird, so extreme a precaution as a known psychopathic condition in an officer was less than wholly justified. It was by no means certain that the Plumies would instinctively be hostile. Suspicious, yes. Cautious, certainly. But the only fact known about the Plumie civilization came from the cairns and silicon-bronze inscribed tablets they'd left on oxygen-type worlds over a twelve-hundred-light-year range in s.p.a.ce, and the only thing to be deduced about the Plumies themselves came from the decorative, formalized symbols like feather plumes which were found on all their bronze tablets. The name "Plumies"

came from that symbol.

Now, though, Taine was called to the navigation room to confer on tactics. TheNiccola swerved and drove toward the object Baird identified as a Plumie s.h.i.+p. This was at 05 hours 10 minutes s.h.i.+p time. The human s.h.i.+p had a definite velocity sunward, of course. The Plumie s.h.i.+p had been concealed by the meteor swarm of a totally unknown comet. It was an excellent way to avoid observation. On the other hand, theNiccola had been mapping, which was bound to attract attention. Now each s.h.i.+p knew of the other's existence. Since theNiccola had been detected, she had to carry out orders and attempt a contact to gather information.

Baird verified that theNiccola 's course was exact for interception at her full-drive speed. He said in a flat voice: "I wonder how the Plumies will interpret this change of course? They know we're aware they're not a meteorite. But charging at them without even trying to communicate could look ominous. We could be stupid, or too arrogant to think of anything but a fight." He pressed the skipper's call and said evenly: "Sir, I request permission to attempt to communicate with the Plumie s.h.i.+p. We're ordered to try to make friends if we know we've been spotted."

Taine had evidently just reached the navigation room. His voice snapped from the speaker: "I advise against that, sir! No use letting them guess our level of technology!"

Baird said coldly: "They've a good idea already. We beamed them for data."

There was silence, with only the very faint humming sound which was natural in the s.h.i.+p in motion. It would be deadly to the nerves if there were absolute silence. The skipper grumbled: "Requests and advice! Dammit! Mr. Baird, you might wait for orders! But I was about to ask you to try to make contact through signals. Do so."

His speaker clicked off. Baird said: "It's in our laps, Diane. And yet we have to follow orders. Send the first roll."

Diane had a tape threaded into a transmitter. It began to unroll through a pickup head. She put on headphones. The tapes began to transmit toward the Plumie. Back at base it had been reasoned that a pattern of clickings, plainly artificial and plainly stating facts known to both races, would be the most reasonable way to attempt to open contact. The tape sent a series of cardinal numbers-one to five.

Then an addition table, from one plus one to five plus five. Then a multiplication table up to five times five.

It was not startling intellectual information to be sent out in tiny clicks ranging up and down the radio spectrum. But it was orders.

Baird sat with compressed lips. Diane listened for a repet.i.tion of any of the transmitted signals, sent back by the Plumie. The speakers about the radar room murmured the orders given through all the s.h.i.+p. Radar had to be informed of all orders and activity, so it could check their results outside the s.h.i.+p. So Baird heard the orders for the engine room to be sealed up and the duty-force to get into pressure suits, in case theNiccola fought and was hulled. Damage-control parties reported themselves on post, in suits, with equipment ready. Then Taine's voice snapped: "Rocket crews, arm even-numbered rockets with chemical explosive warheads. Leave odd-numbered rockets armed with atomics. Report back!"

Diane strained her ears for possible re-transmission of theNiccola 's signals, which would indicate the Plumie's willingness to try conversation. But she suddenly raised her hand and pointed to the radar-graph instrument. It repeated the positioning of dots which were stray meteoric matter in the s.p.a.ce between worlds in this system. What had been a spot-the Plumie s.h.i.+p-was now a line of dots. Baird pressed the b.u.t.ton.

"Radar reporting!" he said curtly. "The Plumie s.h.i.+ps is heading for us. I'll have relative velocity in ten seconds."

He heard the skipper swear. Ten seconds later the Doppler measurement became possible. It said the Plumie plunged toward theNiccola at miles per second. In half a minute it was tens of miles per second.

There was no re-transmission of signals. The Plumie s.h.i.+p had found itself discovered. Apparently it considered itself attacked. It flung itself into a headlong dash for theNiccola .

Time pa.s.sed-interminable time. The sun flared and flamed and writhed in emptiness. The great gas-giant planet rolled through s.p.a.ce in splendid state, its moonlets spinning gracefully about its bulk. The oxygen-atmosphere planet to sunward was visible only as a crescent, but the mottlings on its lighted part changed as it revolved-seas and islands and continents receiving the sunlight as it turned. Meteor swarms, so dense in appearance on a radar screen, yet so tenuous in reality, floated in their appointed orbits with a seeming vast leisure. The feel of slowness was actually the result of distance. Men have always acted upon things close by.

Battles have always been fought within eye-range, anyhow. But it was actually 06 hours 35 minutes s.h.i.+p time before the two s.p.a.cecraft sighted each other-more than two hours after they plunged toward a rendezvous.

The Plumie s.h.i.+p was a bright golden dot, at first. It decelerated swiftly. In minutes it was a rounded, end-on disk. Then it swerved lightly and presented an elliptical broadside to theNiccola . TheNiccola was in full deceleration too, by then. The two s.h.i.+ps came very nearly to a stop with relation to each other when they were hardly twenty miles apart-which meant great daring on both sides.

Baird heard the skipper grumbling: "d.a.m.ned c.o.c.ky!" He roared suddenly: "Mr. Baird! How've you made out in communicating with them?"

"Not at all, sir," said Baird grimly. "They don't reply."

He knew from Diane's expression that there was no sound in the headphones except the frying noise all main-sequence stars give out, and the infrequent thumping noises that come from gas-giant planets' lower atmospheres, and the Jansky-radiation hiss which comes from everywhere.

The skipper swore. The Plumie s.h.i.+p lay broadside to, less than a score of miles away. It shone in the sunlight. It acted with extraordinary confidence. It was as if it dared theNiccola to open fire.

Taine's voice came out of a speaker, harsh and angry: "Even-numbered tubes prepare to fire on command."

Nothing happened. The two s.h.i.+ps floated sunward together, neither approaching nor retreating. But with every second, the need for action of some sort increased.

"Mr. Baird!" barked the skipper. "This is ridiculous! There must be some way to communicate! We can't sit here glaring at each other forever! Raise them! Get some sort of acknowledgement!"

"I'm trying," said Baird bitterly, "according to orders!"

But he disagreed with those orders. It was official theory that arithmetic values, repeated in proper order, would be the way to open conversation. The a.s.sumption was that any rational creature would grasp the idea that orderly signals were rational attempts to open communication.

But it had occurred to Baird that a Plumie might not see this point. Perception of order is not necessarily perception of information-in fact, quite the contrary. A message is a disturbance of order. A microphone does not transmit a message when it sends an unvarying tone. A message has to be unpredictable or it conveys no message. Orderly clicks, even if overheard, might seem to Plumies the result of methodically operating machinery. A race capable of interstellar flight was not likely to be interested or thrilled by exercises a human child goes through in kindergarten. They simply wouldn't seem meaningful at all.

But before he could ask permission to attempt to make talk in a more sophisticated fas.h.i.+on, voices exclaimed all over the s.h.i.+p. They came blurringly to the loud-speakers. "Look at that!" "What's he do-" "Spinning like-" From every place where there was a vision-plate on theNiccola , men watchedthe Plumie s.h.i.+p and babbled.

This was at 06 hours 50 minutes s.h.i.+p time.

The elliptical golden object darted into swift and eccentric motion. Lacking an object of known size for comparison, there was no scale. The golden s.h.i.+p might have been the size of an autumn leaf, and in fact its maneuvers suggested the heedless tumblings and scurrying of falling foliage. It fluttered in swift turns and somersaults and spinnings. There were weavings like the purposeful feints of boxers not yet come to battle. There were indescribably graceful swoops and loops and curving dashes like some preposterous dance in emptiness.

Taine's voice crashed out of a speaker: "All even-numbered rockets," he barked. "Fire!"

The skipper roared a countermand, but too late. The crunching, grunting sound of rockets leaving their launching tubes came before his first syllable was complete. Then there was silence while the skipper gathered breath for a masterpiece of profanity. But Taine snapped: "That dance was a sneak-up! The Plumie came four miles nearer while we watched!"

Baird jerked his eyes from watching the Plumie. He looked at the master radar. It was faintly blurred with the fading lines of past gyrations, but the golden s.h.i.+p was much nearer theNiccola than it had been.

"Radar reporting," said Baird sickishly. "Mr. Taine is correct. The Plumie s.h.i.+p did approach us while it danced."

Taine's voice snarled: "Reload even numbers with chemical-explosive war heads. Then remove atomics from odd numbers and replace with chemicals. The range is too short for atomics."

Baird felt curiously divided in his own mind. He disliked Taine very much. Taine was arrogant and suspicious and intolerant even on theNiccola . But Taine had been right twice, now. The Plumie s.h.i.+p had crept closer by pure trickery. And it was right to remove atomic war heads from the rockets. They had a pure-blast radius of ten miles. To destroy the Plumie s.h.i.+p within twice that would endanger theNiccola -and leave nothing of the Plumie to examine afterward.

The Plumie s.h.i.+p must have seen the rocket flares, but it continued to dance, coming nearer and ever nearer in seemingly heedless and purposeless plungings and spinnings in star-speckled s.p.a.ce. But suddenly there were racing, rus.h.i.+ng trails of swirling vapor. Half theNiccola 's port broadside plunged toward the golden s.h.i.+p. The fraction of a second later, the starboard half-dozen chemical-explosive rockets swung furiously around the s.h.i.+p's hull and streaked after their brothers. They moved in utterly silent, straight-lined ravening ferocity toward their target. Baird thought irrelevantly of the vapor trails of an atmosphere-liner in the planet's upper air.

The ruled-line straightness of the first six rockets' course abruptly broke. One of them veered crazily out of control. It s.h.i.+fted to an almost right-angled course. A second swung wildly to the left. A third and fourth and fifth-The sixth of the first line of rockets made a great, sweeping turn and came hurtling backtoward theNiccola . It was like a nightmare. Lunatic, erratic lines of sunlit vapor eeled before the background of all the stars in creation.

Then the second half-dozen rockets broke ranks, as insanely and irremediably as the first.

Taine's voice screamed out of a speaker, hysterical with fury: "Detonate! Detonate! They've taken over the rockets and are throwing 'em back at us! Detonate all rockets!"

The heavens seemed streaked and laced with lines of expanding smoke. But now one plunging line erupted at its tip. A swelling globe of smoke marked its end. Another blew up. And another- TheNiccola 's rockets faithfully blew themselves to bits on command from theNiccola 's own weapons control. There was nothing else to be done with them. They'd been taken over in flight. They'd been turned and headed back toward their source. They'd have blasted theNiccola to bits but for their premature explosions.

There was a peculiar, stunned hush all through theNiccola . The only sound that came out of any speaker in the radar room was Taine's voice, high-pitched and raging, mouthing unspeakable hatred of the Plumies, whom no human being had yet seen.

Baird sat tense in the frustrated and desperate composure of the man who can only be of use while he is sitting still and keeping his head. The vision screen was now a blur of writhing mist, lighted by the sun and torn at by emptiness. There was luminosity where the s.h.i.+ps had encountered each other. It was suns.h.i.+ne upon thin smoke. It was like the insanely enlarging head of a newborn comet, whose tail would be formed presently by light-pressure. The Plumie s.h.i.+p was almost invisible behind the unsubstantial stuff.

But Baird regarded his radar screens. Microwaves penetrated the mist of rapidly ionizing gases.

"Radar to navigation!" he said sharply. "The Plumie s.h.i.+p is still approaching, dancing as before!"

The skipper said with enormous calm: "Any other Plumie s.h.i.+ps, Mr. Baird?"

Diane interposed.

"No sign anywhere. I've been watching. This seems to be the only s.h.i.+p within radar range.

"We've time to settle with it, then," said the skipper. "Mr. Taine, the Plumie s.h.i.+p is still approaching."

Baird found himself hating the Plumies. It was not only that humankind was showing up rather badly, at the moment. It was that if theNiccola were destroyed the Plumie would carry news of the existence of humanity and of the tactics which worked to defeat them. The Plumies could prepare an irresistible fleet.

Humanity could be doomed.

But he overheard himself saying bitterly: "I wish I'd known this was coming, Diane. I . . . wouldn't have resolved to be strictly official, only, until we got back to base."

Her eyes widened. She looked startled. Then she softened.

"If . . . you mean that . . . I wish so too."

"It looks like they've got us," he admitted unhappily. "If they can take our rockets away from us-" Then his voice stopped. He said, "Hold everything!" and pressed the navigation-room b.u.t.ton. He snapped: "Radar to navigation. It appears to take the Plumies several seconds to take over a rocket. They have to aim something-a pressor or tractor beam, most likely-and pick off each rocket separately. Nearly forty seconds was consumed in taking over all twelve of our rockets. At shorter range, with less time available, a rocket might get through!"

The skipper swore briefly. Then: "Mr. Taine! When the Plumies are near enough, our rockets may strike before they can be taken over!

You follow?"

Baird heard Taine's shrill-voiced acknowledgment-in the form of practically chattered orders to his rocket-tube crews. Baird listened, checking the orders against what the situation was as the radars saw it. Taine's voice was almost unhuman; so filled with frantic rage that it cracked as he spoke. But the problem at hand was the fulfillment of all his psychopathic urges. He commanded the starboard-side rocket-battery to await special orders. Meanwhile the port-side battery would fire two rockets on widely divergent courses, curving to join at the Plumie s.h.i.+p. They'd be seized. They were to be detonated and another port-side rocket fired instantly, followed by a second hidden in the rocket-trail the first would leave behind. Then the starboard side- "I'm afraid Taine's our only chance," said Baird reluctantly. "If he wins, we'll have time to . . . talk as people do who like each other. If it doesn't work-"

Diane said quietly: "Anyhow . . . I'm glad you . . . wanted me to know. I . . . wanted you to know, too."

She smiled at him, yearningly.

There was thecrump-crump of two rockets going out together. Then the radar told what happened. The Plumie s.h.i.+p was no more than six miles away, dancing somehow deftly in the light of a yellow sun, with all the cosmos spread out as s.h.i.+ning pin points of colored light behind it. The radar reported the dash and the death of the two rockets, after their struggle with invisible things that gripped them. They died when they headed reluctantly back to theNiccola -and detonated two miles from their parent s.h.i.+p. The skipper's voice came: "Mr. Taine! After your next salvo I shall head for the Plumie at full drive, to cut down the distance and the time they have to work in. Be ready!"

The rocket tubes wentcrump-crump again, with a fifth of a second interval. The radar showed two tiny specks speeding through s.p.a.ce toward the weaving, s.h.i.+fting speck which was the Plumie. Outside, in emptiness, there was a filmy haze. It was the rocket-fumes and explosive gases spreading with incredible speed. It was thin as gossamer. The Plumie s.h.i.+p undoubtedly spotted the rockets, but it did not try to turn them. It somehow seized them and deflected them, and darted past them toward the Niccola .

"They see the trick," said Diane, dry-throated. "If they can get in close enough, they can turn it against us!"

There were noises inside theNiccola , now. Taine fairly howled an order. There were yells of defiance and excitement. There were more of those inadequate noises as rockets went out-every tube on the starboard side emptied itself in a series of savage grunts-and theNiccola 's magnetronic drive roared at full flux density.

The two s.h.i.+ps were less than a mile apart when theNiccola let go her full double broadside of missiles.

And then it seemed that the Plumie s.h.i.+p was doomed. There were simply too many rockets to be seized and handled before at least one struck. But there was a new condition. The Plumie s.h.i.+p weaved and dodged its way through them. The new condition was that the rockets were just beginning their run. They had not achieved the terrific velocity they would acc.u.mulate in ten miles of no-gravity. They were new-launched; logy; clumsy: not the streaking, flas.h.i.+ng death-and-destruction they would become with thirty more seconds of acceleration.

So the Plumie s.h.i.+p dodged them with a skill and daring past belief. With an incredible agility it got inside them, nearer to theNiccola than they. And then it hurled itself at the human s.h.i.+p as if bent upon a suicidal crash which would destroy both s.h.i.+ps together. But Baird, in the radar room, and the skipper in navigation, knew that it would plunge brilliantly past them at the last instant- And then they knew that it would not. Because, very suddenly and very abruptly, there was something the matter with the Plumie s.h.i.+p. The life went out of it. It ceased to steer. It began to turn slowly on an axis somewhere amids.h.i.+ps. Its nose swung to one side, with no change in the direction of its motion. It floated onward. It was broadside to its line of travel. It continued to turn. It hurtled stern-first toward the Niccola . It did not swerve. It did not dance. It was a lifeless hulk: a derelict in s.p.a.ce.