The World Turned Upside Down Part 32

The skipper's voice bellowed through the general call speakers all over the s.h.i.+p: "Mr. Taine! You will go to your quarters, under arrest! Mr. Baird, burn him down if he hesitates!"

Then there was a rus.h.i.+ng, and scrambling figures appeared and were all about. They were members of theNiccola 's crew, sent by the skipper. They regarded the Plumie with detachment, but Taine with a wary expectancy. Taine turned purple with fury. He shouted. He raged. He called Baird and the others Plumie-lovers and vermin-wors.h.i.+pers. He shouted foulnesses at them. But he did not attack.

When, still shouting, he went away, Baird said apologetically to the Plumie: "He's a xenophobe. He has a pathological hatred of strangers-even of strangeness. We have him onboard because-"

Then he stopped. The Plumie wouldn't understand, of course. But his eyes took on a curious look. It was almost as if, looking at Baird, they twinkled.

Baird took him back to the skipper.

"He's got the picture, sir," he reported.

The Plumie pulled out his sketch plate. He drew on it. He offered it. The skipper said heavily: "You guessed right, Mr. Baird. He suggests that someone from this s.h.i.+p go on board the Plumie vessel.

He's drawn two pressure-suited figures going into their air lock. One's larger than the other. Will you go?"

"Naturally!" said Baird. Then he added thoughtfully: "But I'd better carry a portable scanner, sir. It should work perfectly well through a bronze hull, sir."

The skipper nodded and began to sketch a diagram which would amount to an acceptance of the Plumie's invitation.

This was at 07 hours 40 minutes s.h.i.+p time. Outside the sedately rotating metal hulls-the one a polished blue-silver and the other a glittering golden bronze-the cosmos continued to be as always. The haze from explosive fumes and rocket-fuel was, perhaps, a little thinner. The brighter stars shone through it.

The gas-giant planet outward from the sun was a perceptible disk instead of a diffuse glow. The oxygen-planet to sunward showed again as a lighted crescent.

Presently Baird, in a human s.p.a.cesuit, accompanied the Plumie into theNiccola 's air lock and out to emptiness. His magnetic-soled shoes clung to theNiccola 's cobalt-steel skin. Fastened to his shoulder there was a tiny scanner and microphone, which would relay everything he saw and heard back to the radar room and to Diane.

She watched tensely as he went inside the Plumie s.h.i.+p. Other screens relayed the image and his voice to other places on theNiccola .

He was gone a long time. From the beginning, of course, there were surprises. When the Plumie escort removed his helmet, on his own s.h.i.+p, the reason for the helmet's high crest was apparent. He had a high crest of what looked remarkably like feathers-and it was not artificial. It grew there. The reason for conventionalized plumes on bronze survey plates was clear. It was exactly like the reason for human features or figures as decorative additions to the inscriptions on s.p.a.ce Survey marker plates. Even the Plumie's hands had odd crestlets which stood out when he bent his fingers. The other Plumies were no less graceful and no less colorful. They had equally clear soprano voices. They were equally miniature and so devoid of apparent menace.

But there were also technical surprises. Baird was taken immediately to the Plumie s.h.i.+p's engine room, and Diane heard the sharp intake of breath with which he appeared to recognize its working principle.

There were Plumie engineers working feverishly at it, attempting to discover something to repair. But they found nothing. The Plumie drive simply would not work.

They took Baird through the s.h.i.+p's entire fabric. And their purpose, when it became clear, was startling.

The Plumie s.h.i.+p had no rocket tubes. It had no beam-projectors except small-sized objects whichwere-which must be-their projectors of tractor and pressor beams. They were elaborately grounded to the s.h.i.+p's substance. But they were not originally designed for ultra-heavy service. They hadn't and couldn't have the enormous capacity Baird had expected. He was astounded.

When he returned to theNiccola , he went instantly to the radar room to make sure that pictures taken through his scanner had turned out well. And there was Diane.

But the skipper's voice boomed at him from the wall.

"Mr. Baird! What have you to add to the information you sent back?"

"Three items, sir," said Baird. He drew a deep breath. "For the first, sir, the Plumie s.h.i.+p is unarmed.

They've tractor and pressor beams for handling material. They probably use them to build their cairns.

But they weren't meant for weapons. The Plumies, sir, hadn't a thing to fight with when they drove for us after we detected them."

The skipper blinked hard.

"Are you sure of that, Mr. Baird?"

"Yes, sir," said Baird uncomfortably. "The Plumie s.h.i.+p is an exploring s.h.i.+p-a survey s.h.i.+p, sir. You saw their mapping equipment. But when they spotted us, and we spotted them-they bluffed! When we fired rockets at them, they turned them back with tractor and pressor beams. They drove for us, sir, to try to destroy us with our own bombs, because they didn't have any of their own."

The skipper's mouth opened and closed.

"Another item, sir," said Baird more uncomfortably still. "They don't use iron or steel. Every metal object I saw was either a bronze or a light metal. I suspect some of their equipment's made of pota.s.sium, and I'm fairly sure they use sodium in the place of aluminum. Their atmosphere's quite different from ours-obviously! They'd use bronze for their s.h.i.+p's hull because they can venture into an oxygen atmosphere in a bronze s.h.i.+p. A sodium-hulled s.h.i.+p would be lighter, but it would burn in oxygen. Where there was moisture-"

The skipper blinked.

"But they couldn't drive in a nonmagnetic hull!" he protested. "A s.h.i.+p has to be magnetic to drive!"

"Sir," said Baird, his voice still shaken, "they don't use a magnetronic drive. I once saw a picture of the drive they use, in a stereo on the history of s.p.a.ce travel. The principle's very old. We've practically forgotten it. It's a Dirac pusher-drive, sir. Among us humans, it came right after rockets. The planets of Sol were first reached by s.h.i.+ps using Dirac pushers. But-" He paused. "They won't operate in a magnetic field above seventy Gauss, sir. It's a static-charge reaction, sir, and in a magnetic field it simply stops working."

The skipper regarded Baird unblinkingly for a long time.

"I think you are telling me," he said at long last, "that the Plumies' drive would work if they were cut free of the Niccola." "Yes, sir," said Baird. "Their engineers were opening up the drive-elements and checking them, and then closing them up again. They couldn't seem to find anything wrong. I don't think they know what the trouble is. It's theNiccola 's magnetic field. I think it was our field that caused the collision by stopping their drive and killing all their controls when they came close enough."

"Did you tell them?"demanded the skipper.

"There was no easy way to tell them by diagrams, sir."

Taine's voice cut in. It was feverish. It was strident. It was triumphant.

"Sir! The Niccola is effectively a wreck and unrepairable. But the Plumie s.h.i.+p is operable if cut loose. As weapons officer, I intend to take the Plumie s.h.i.+p, let out its air, fill its tanks with our air, start up its drive, and turn it over to you for navigation back to base!"

Baird raged. But he said coldly: "We're a long way from home, Mr. Taine, and the Dirac pusher drive is slow. If we headed back to base in the Plumie s.h.i.+p with its Dirac pusher, we'd all be dead of old age before we'd gone halfway."

"But unless we take it," raged Taine, "we hit this sun in fourteen days! We don't have to die now! We can land on the oxygen planet up ahead! We've only to kill these vermin and take their s.h.i.+p, and we'll live!"

Diane's voice said dispa.s.sionately: "Report. A Plumie in a pressure suit just came out of their air lock. It's carrying a parcel toward our air lock."

Taine snarled instantly: "They'll sneak something in the Niccola to blast it, and then cut free and go away!"

The skipper said very grimly: "Mr. Taine, credit me with minimum brains! There is no way the Plumies can take this s.h.i.+p without an atomic bomb exploding to destroy both s.h.i.+ps. You should know it!" Then he snapped: "Air lock area, listen for a knock, and let in the Plumie or the parcel he leaves."

There was silence. Baird said very quietly: "I doubt they think it possible to cut the s.h.i.+ps apart. A torch is no good on thick silicon bronze. It conducts heat too well! And they don't use steel. They probably haven't a cutting-torch at all."

From the radar room he watched the Plumie place an object in the air lock and withdraw. He watched from a scanner inside the s.h.i.+p as someone brought in what the Plumie had left. An electronics man bustled forward. He looked it over quickly. It was complex, but his examination suddenly seemed satisfying to him. But a grayish vapor developed and he sniffed and wrinkled his nose. He picked up acommunicator.

"Sir, they've sent us a power-generator. Some of its parts are going bad in our atmosphere, sir, but this looks to me like a h.e.l.l of a good idea for a generator! I never saw anything like it, but it's good! You can set it for any voltage and it'll turn out plenty juice!"

"Put it in helium," snapped the skipper. "It won't break down in that. Then see how it serves."

In the radar room, Baird drew a deep breath. He went carefully to each of the screens and every radar.

Diane saw what he was about, and checked with him. They met at the middle of the radar room.

"Everything's checked out," said Baird gravely. "There's nothing else around. There's nothing we can be called on to do before something happens. So . . . we can . . . act like people."

Diane smiled very faintly.

"Not like people. Just like us." She said wistfully: "Don't you want to tell me something? Something you intended to tell me only after we got back to base?"

He did. He told it to her. And there was also something she had not intended to tell him at all-unless he told her first. She said it now. They felt that such sayings were of the greatest possible importance. They clung together, saying them again. And it seemed wholly monstrous that two people who cared so desperately had wasted so much time acting like professional a.s.sociates-explorer-s.h.i.+p officers-when things like this were to be said . . .

As they talked incoherently, or were even more eloquently silent, the s.h.i.+p's ordinary lights came back on. The battery-lamp went on.

"We've got to switch back to s.h.i.+p's circuit," said Baird reluctantly. They separated, and restored the operating circuits to normal. "We've got fourteen days," he added, "and so much time to be on duty, and we've a lost lifetime to live in fourteen days! Diane-"

She flushed vividly. So Baird said very politely into the microphone to the navigation room: "Sir, Lieutenant Holt and myself would like to speak directly to you in the navigation room. May we?"

"Why not?" growled the skipper. "You've noticed that the Plumie generator is giving the whole s.h.i.+p lights and services?"

"Yes, sir," said Baird. "We'll be there right away."

They heard the skipper's grunt as they hurried through the door. A moment later the s.h.i.+p's normal gravity returned-also through the Plumie generator. Up was up again, and down was down, and the corridors and cabins of theNiccola were brightly illuminated. Had the s.h.i.+p been other than an engineless wreck, falling through a hundred and fifty million miles of emptiness into the flaming photosphere of a sun, everything would have seemed quite normal, including the errand Baird and Diane were upon, and the fact that they held hands self-consciously as they went about it.

They skirted the bulkhead of the main air tank. They headed along the broader corridor which went pastthe indented inner door of the air lock. They had reached that indentation when Baird saw that the inner air-lock door was closing. He saw a human pressure suit past its edge. He saw the corner of some object that had been put down on the air-lock floor.

Baird shouted, and rushed toward the lock. He seized the inner handle and tried to force open the door again, so that no one inside it could emerge into the emptiness without. He failed. He wrenched frantically at the control of the outer door. It suddenly swung freely. The outer door had been put on manual. It could be and was being opened from inside.

"Tell the skipper," raged Baird. "Taine's taking something out!" He tore open a pressure-suit cupboard in the wall beside the lock door. "He'll make the Plumies think it's a return-gift for the generator!" He eeled into the pressure suit and zipped it up to his neck. "The man's crazy! He thinks we can take their s.h.i.+p and stay alive for a while! Dammit, our air would ruin half their equipment! Tell the skipper to send help!"

He wrenched at the door again, jamming down his helmet with one hand. And this time the control worked. Taine, most probably, had forgotten that the inner control was disengaged only when the manual was actively in use. Diane raced away, panting. Baird swore bitterly at the slowness of the outer door's closing. He was tearing at the inner door long before it could be opened. He flung himself in and dragged it shut, and struck the emergency air-release which bled the air lock into s.p.a.ce for speed of operation.

He thrust out the outer door and plunged through.

His momentum carried him almost too far. He fell, and only the magnetic soles of his shoes enabled him to check himself. He was in that singular valley between the two s.h.i.+ps, where their hulls were impregnably welded fast. Round-hulled Plumie s.h.i.+p, and ganoid-shapedNiccola , they stuck immovably together as if they had been that way since time began. Where the sky appeared above Baird's head, the stars moved in stately procession across the valley roof.

He heard a metallic rapping through the fabric of his s.p.a.ce armor. Then sunlight glittered, and the valley filled with a fierce glare, and a man in a human s.p.a.cesuit stood on theNiccola 's plating, opposite the Plumie air lock. He held a bulky object under his arm. With his other gauntlet he rapped again.

"You fool!" shouted Baird. "Stop that! We couldn't use their s.h.i.+p, anyhow!"

His s.p.a.ce phone had turned on with the air supply. Taine's voice snarled: "We'll try! You keep back! They are not human!"

But Baird ran toward him. The sensation of running upon magnetic-soled shoes was unearthly: it was like trying to run on fly-paper or bird-lime. But in addition there was no gravity here, and no sense of balance, and there was the feeling of perpetual fall.

There could be no science nor any skill in an encounter under such conditions. Baird partly ran and partly staggered and partly skated to where Taine faced him, snarling. He threw himself at the other man-and then the sun vanished behind the bronze s.h.i.+p's hull, and only stars moved visibly in all the universe.

But the sound of his impact was loud in Baird's ears inside the suit. There was a slightly different sound when his armor struck Taine's, and when it struck the heavier metal of the two s.h.i.+ps. He fought. But the suits were intended to be defense against greater stresses than human blows could offer. In the darkness, it was like two blindfolded men fighting each other while encased in pillows. Then the sun returned, floating sedately above the valley, and Baird could see his enemy. He saw, too, that the Plumie air lock was now open and that a small, erect, and somehow jaunty figure in golden s.p.a.ce armor stood in the opening and watched gravely as the two men fought.

Taine cursed, panting with hysterical hate. He flung himself at Baird, and Baird toppled because he'd put one foot past the welded boundary between theNiccola 's cobalt steel and the Plumie s.h.i.+p's bronze. One foot held to nothing. And that was a ghastly sensation, because if Taine only tugged his other foot free and heaved-why-then Baird would go floating away from the rotating, now-twinned s.h.i.+ps, floating farther and farther away forever.

But darkness fell, and he scrambled back to theNiccola 's hull as a disorderly parade of stars went by above him. He pantingly waited fresh attack. He felt something-and it was the object Taine had meant to offer as a return present to the Plumies. It was unquestionably explosive, either b.o.o.by-trapped or timed to explode inside the Plumie s.h.i.+p. Now it rocked gently, gripped by the magnetism of the steel.

The sun appeared again, and Taine was yards away, crawling and fumbling for Baird. Then he saw him, and rose and rushed, and the clankings of his shoe-soles were loud. Baird flung himself at Taine in a savage tackle.

He struck Taine's legs a glancing blow, and the cobalt steel held his armor fast, but Taine careened and bounced against the round bronze wall of the Plumie, and bounced again. Then he screamed, because he went floating slowly out to emptiness, his arms and legs jerking spasmodically, while he shrieked . . .

The Plumie in the air lock stepped out. He trailed a cord behind him. He leaped briskly toward nothingness.

There came quick darkness once more, and Baird struggled erect despite the adhesiveness of the Niccola 's hull. When he was fully upright, sick with horror at what had come about, there was sunlight yet again, and men were coming out of theNiccola 's air lock, and the Plumie who'd leaped for s.p.a.ce was pulling himself back to his own s.h.i.+p again. He had a loop of the cord twisted around Taine's leg. But Taine screamed and screamed inside his s.p.a.cesuit.

It was odd that one could recognize the skipper even inside s.p.a.ce armor. But Baird felt sick. He saw Taine received, still screaming, and carried into the lock. The skipper growled an infuriated demand for details. His s.p.a.ce phone had come on, too, when its air supply began. Baird explained, his teeth chattering.

"Hah!" grunted the skipper. "Taine was a mistake. He shouldn't ever have left ground. When a man's potty in one fas.h.i.+on, there'll be cracks in him all over. What's this?"

The Plumie in the golden armor very soberly offered the skipper the object Taine had meant to introduce into the Plumie's s.h.i.+p. Baird said desperately that he'd fought against it, because he believed it a b.o.o.by trap to kill the Plumies so men could take their s.h.i.+p and fill it with air and cut it free, and then make a landing somewhere.

"d.a.m.ned foolishness!" rumbled the skipper. "Their s.h.i.+p'd begin to crumble with our air in it. If it held to a landing-"

Then he considered the object he'd accepted from the Plumie. It could have been a rocket war head, enclosed in some container that would detonate it if opened. Or there might be a timing device. The skipper grunted. He heaved it skyward. The misshapen object went floating away toward emptiness. Sunlight smote harshly upon it.

"Don't want it back in the Niccola," growled the skipper, "but just to make sure-"

He fumbled a hand weapon out of his belt. He raised it, and it spurted flame-very tiny blue-white sparks, each one indicating a pellet of metal flung away at high velocity.

One of them struck the s.h.i.+ning, retreating container. It exploded with a monstrous, soundless violence. It had been a rocket's war head. There could have been only one reason for it to be introduced into a Plumie s.h.i.+p. Baird ceased to be shaky. Instead, he was ashamed.

The skipper growled inarticulately. He looked at the Plumie, again standing in the golden s.h.i.+p's air lock.

"We'll go back, Mr. Baird. What you've done won't save our lives, and n.o.body will ever know you did it. But I think well of you. Come along!"

This was at 11 hours 5 minutes s.h.i.+p time.

A good half hour later the skipper's voice bellowed from the speakers all over theNiccola . His heavy-jowled features stared doggedly out of screens wherever men were on duty or at ease.

"Hear this!" he said forbiddingly. "We have checked our course and speed. We have verified that there is no possible jury-rig for our engines that could get us into any sort of orbit, let alone land us on the only planet in this system with air we could breathe. It is officially certain that in thirteen days nine hours from now, the Niccola will be so close to the sun that her hull will melt down. Which will be no loss to us because we'll be dead then, still going on into the sun to be vaporized with the s.h.i.+p. There is nothing to be done about it. We can do nothing to save our own lives."

He glared out of each and every one of the screens, wherever there were men to see him.

"But," he rumbled, "the Plumies can get away if we help them. They have no cutting torches. We have.

We can cut their s.h.i.+p free. They can repair their drive-but it's most likely that it'll operate perfectly when they're a mile from the Niccola's magnetic field. They can't help us. But we can help them. And sooner or later some Plumie s.h.i.+p is going to encounter some other human s.h.i.+p. If we cut these Plumies loose, they'll report what we did. When they meet other men, they'll be cagey because they'll remember Taine. But they'll know they can make friends, because we did them a favor when we'd nothing to gain by it. I can offer no reward. But I ask for volunteers to go outside and cut the Plumie s.h.i.+p loose, so the Plumies can go home in safety instead of on into the sun with us."

He glared, and cut off the image.

Diane held tightly to Baird's hand, in the radar room. He said evenly: "There'll be volunteers. The Plumies are pretty sporting characters-putting up a fight with an unarmed s.h.i.+p, and so on. If there aren't enough other volunteers, the skipper and I will cut them free by ourselves."