Battlefield Earth

by L. Ron Hubbard

  The remains of the rig were plain. The platform was a hole. The poles were all leaning outward.

  The compound domes had lain under the edge of the plateau and had been lifted by concussion and blown away, leaving the familiar underground layout plain in view.

  Bringing the compound in closer one could see what must be a year's growth of grass in crevices.

  There was no sign of life.

  Jonnie went back and sat down and thought. He asked Angus to find some views the air cover had taken at the Purgatoire River. Views of the American compound.

  Angus got them and Jonnie looked at them: the hole where the platform had been, the outward lean of the poles that still stood, the blasted city fifty or more miles away.

  “I know what happened,” said Jonnie. “We could go on looking at Psychlo planets all night and get the same answer. Give me that computer. We're going to look at Psychlo on Day 92 last year!”

  Light. It traveled approximately 5,869,713,600,000 miles a year. The

  light which came from Psychlo on that hour and date was still traveling in space. They would get just ahead of it, and with a picto-recorder from a star drone set for 6,000,000,000,000X magnification, they would look at Psychlo at the instant it occurred. Whatever had occurred.

  It had been just a few days ago over a year ago.

  Choose a sidereal angle to aim the scope. Avoid nearby heavenly bodies so that the cage would not be influenced by gravity and would stay there for two or three minutes. No, let's be brave and put it there for fifteen minutes and hope it doesn't move and we get it back.

  It took a while to set up. They had to readjust magnification, tune in heat sensors, and blind them to other bodies. Calculate seconds.

  They fired the cage.

  The wires hummed in holding for the long required time. They called the cage back.

  It arrived!

  It was a little misplaced on the platform. Jonnie would have touched it in his eagerness but Angus grabbed his hand. It would be cold enough for the metal to take one's skin off! They had to wait and let it warm up, for if they opened it cold they might warp a disc with the abrupt temperature shift.

  It was like teasing a thirsty man by withholding a water skin from him.

  Finally they projected it. What a brilliant picture! They had thought it might be fuzzy such as you get with heat waves. But the light that had traveled for over a year was crystal-clear and straight.

  There was the imperial City of Psychlo. Circular tram rails, streets down from its cliffs like conveyor belts. They even carried the idea of mining into their city design.

  Huge, bustling Psychlo! The center of power of the universes. The hub of the great, cruel claw that raked the bones from planets and peoples everywhere. There was the three-hundred-two-thousand-year-old monster itself, spread out in its sadistic and ugly might!

  Neither Jonnie nor Angus had ever seen a live city of that size before. A hundred million population? A billion? Not the planet, just the city above the lower plain. Look at the trams. Rails that ran in circular spirals. Cars that looked for all the world like mine cars but full of people. Mobs in the streets. Mobs! Not riots. Just Psychlos.

  You ever see so many beings? Even in such a tiny size one could see mobs!

  They were daunted.

  They compared it to their own towns, even to their own ruined cities. These didn't measure up to it at all.

  What arrogance to attack anything like that.

  They were so awestruck and impressed they hadn't even been looking at the transshipment rig of Psychlo. They missed the beginning and had to track back.

  They adjusted the projector lens and position to get the transshipment platform of Psychlo more centered and enlarged.

  And then they saw the whole sequence, just as it had occurred right after Jonnie and Windsplitter had raced across the Earth platform.

  First, there were the Psychlo workers racing out to leave the platform clear for the incoming semiannual from Earth. There were flatbeds lined up to receive coffins and personnel.

  There was the first shimmer of arrival of the Psychlos Jonnie and Windsplitter had knocked down.

  Then a small puff.

  There were the Psychlo workmen flinching back.

  A force screen had gone on! A dome over the platform had closed instantly to contain that small explosion. It could not have been an atmosphere armor cable. Some sort of shimmering, sparkling screen. Transparent but very much there.

  Trucks had time to start up before anything else occurred. One huge

  emergency truck had lunged nearer the platform, evidently to handle the minor blast. A whole minute went by.

  Then the first lethal coffin exploded!

  A big “planet buster” nuclear bomb, nestled into a bed of dirty mines.

  The force screen held.

  The holocaust was contained. The boiling, ferocious blast had not even bulged the screen.

  Then another shock as the second coffined “planet buster” went off.

  The screen held! Good lord, what technology to build a screen like that. What power it must take to hold it.

  Another shock inside that dome. The third planet buster. It and all its ancient, very dirty atomic bombs. The screen held.

  Psychlos were racing toward it from far off. Those near the platform were flattened by concussion transmitting through the screen.

  The fourth contained bomb went off. The screen still held.

  But the transmitted concussion had hurled the emergency truck backward. Nearby buildings lost their glass.

  The ground was shaking as though hit by gigantic earthquakes.

  A nearby building suddenly dropped downward as though sucked from below. Other buildings began to go the same way.

  The fifth bomb went off!

  And seen in slow motion, first narrowly, then more broadly, the entire scene went into a churning, boiling mass of atomic fire.

  No, something more! Molten, flaming fire was erupting in spots all over the plain.

  They widened the angle quickly.

  The whole Imperial City of Psychlo was sinking and all about it sprayed up rolling oceans of molten fire.

  The circular trams, the mobs, the buildings, and even the towering cliffs were drowning in a tumult of liquid, yellow-green flame.

  They hastily widened the view.

  And they saw the entire planet of Psychlo turn into a radioactive sun!

  The recording ended. They sat limp. “My god,” said Angus.

  Jonnie felt a little sick. Psychlos or not, he had just watched the end product of all their planning and risk a year ago, and he was hit with a feeling of guilt. It was not easy to take responsibility for that much destruction.

  He had thought the bombs would wipe out the company headquarters and perhaps the imperial City. But they had created a new sun.

  “What happened?” said Angus.

  Jonnie looked at his feet. “I pulled ten tabs out of those coffins. We didn't want to set a time fuse and then have them go off on Earth. We knew the bombs were a bit contaminated. Had radiation leaks. They were old and their cases were old. We handled them in radiation suits.”

  He made a dropping gesture with his hand. "In the fight, I dropped the fuse tabs on the platform. I forgot them. They must have been slightly radioactive, and when they hit the Psychlo platform, they made a small puff of explosion. They are what caused the minor recoil last year.

  “They triggered the force screen on Psychlo that the Chamcos mentioned. And that force screen was good enough and strong enough to contain the blasts.

  “I read in a book Char had that the crust of Psychlo is riddled with abandoned mine shafts and tunnels, a complete sieve. They call it semicore mining. The blasts went down. One after another they pounded deeper and deeper toward the molten core of Psychlo.

  “The fifth explosion penetrated the core. The next five exploded in that.

  “I think all a nuclear weapon does is simulate a chain r
eaction into existence. And in addition to blowing out the planet crust, the fusion continued. And is probably still going on and may well go on for millions of years.

  "Psychlo is no longer a planet. It 's a flaming sun!”

  Angus nodded. “And all the transshipment rigs in the whole Psychlo empire, keeping schedule, not knowing about it, fired into that radioactive sun and blew themselves to bits!”

  Jonnie nodded, a bit spent. “Just like we did in Denver a year later.” He shuddered. "Terl fired himself into a holocaust. Poor Terl.”

  That's what it took to yank Angus out of it. “Poor Terl! After all the rotten things the demon did? Jonnie, I sometimes wonder about you. You can be cool as ice and then all of a sudden you come out with something like 'poor Terl'!'

  “It would be an awful way to die,” said Jonnie.

  Angus straightened up. “Well!” he said just like he had popped up out of a dive in the lake. "Psychlo is gone! The empire is gone! And that's one thing we don't have to worry about anymore! Good riddance!”

  Chapter 2

  Despite emotional reactions, Jonnie had been raised a hunter. His had been a life in the mountains, much of it spent alone on trails where pumas and grizzlies and wolves could lurk. There were times when you could feel a planning predator behind you, watching for a false move, concentrated on intentions of its own.

  For the last fifteen seconds he had had that feeling. Danger!

  He spun about, tensed for action.

  The small gray man behind him said, “Oh, didn't you know?”

  Jonnie let his hand fall away from his gun butt.

  The small gray man appeared not to have noticed. “A lot adds up now that I didn't understand before. Yes, I fear

  Psychlo is gone. We knew that, of course. We weren't sure how.”

  Angus said, “Are there any Psychlos left?

  The small gray man shook his head.

  The other small gray man, who had arrived by teleportation, had been lurking in the shadows. He came forward now. “We checked it and checked it. Probes told us Psychlo was gone only a couple of weeks after it happened. We've had ships out everywhere....”

  The first small gray man had glanced at him. A cautionary glance?

  The other small gray man smoothly shifted what he was going to say. “The transshipment rigs were all at minesite centrals or at regency palaces: that was company custom. All their executive personnel and high-ranking officers on planets were quartered near the platforms– pure laziness, really, so they wouldn't have far to walk and could get dispatches sooner. And the bulk of their breathe-gas storage was also in the same area.

  “The first word they got– they never went in much for space travel as such, since they had a monopoly on teleportation-and it wouldn't have gotten back to them soon enough any way– was when they fired into

  Psychlo.

  “We of course couldn't examine all universes, but knowing Psychlos, we are positive there are no transshipment rigs or central compounds or executives left. We ourselves gave it up over five months ago. The time limit would have been six months for breathe-gas to last. And that expired six months ago.”

  Jonnie had been watching them carefully. These men were hiding something. And they wanted something. They were a threat. Down deep he knew that. Their manner was easy. They were very pleasant and smooth. But their frankness was a pose.

  “How can you be sure,” said Jonnie, “that some Psychlo engineer didn't build a transshipment rig?”

  “Oh,” said the second small gray man, “he would have fired straight to us at once if he avoided firing into Psychlo. The rig nearest us blew to bits. Took half a city with it. Horrible. Just by a freak, I was out sailing with my family that day, miles away. However, our own offices are fifteen levels underground.”

  Was the original small gray man giving him a warning sign? In any case, he got interested in his pointed fingernails.

  Angus said, “I don't see any planets listed that have the same atmosphere as Psychlo. Are there any other planets that have that breathe-gas?"

  The two small gray men thought it over. Then the one who had come latest said, "Fobia. I don't think they'd list it.” The two of them laughed about something.

  The original one said, “Excuse us. It 's kind of a joke. The best-kept state secrets of Psychlo are all a kind of open book in our business. That they would omit listing 'Fobia' is so typically Psychlo. It 's where they exiled King Hak about two hundred sixty-one thousand years ago. It 's the only other planet in that system, and it is so much further out than Psychlo, you can't even see it from the home planet with an unaided eye. It is so cold, its atmosphere has liquefied and lies in lakes on the surface. They built a little dome there and exiled Hak and his fellow conspirators and then got so scared he'd escape they sent assassins in and killed them all. Typically Psychlo. They cut the whole thing out of their schoolbooks. Let's see your astrographic tables.” He took them, looked a while, and then laughed and showed his companion. “Not there! An omitted planet right in their own system!”

  In response to Jonnie's look, the second one said, “No, not even any Psychlos there, and nothing going on there either. It 's nothing but breathe-gas ice and very tiny anyway. As of a couple of weeks ago, probes showed it totally deserted. No, you can be certain that's the end of the Psychlos. I saw on scans I reviewed here that you have a very few still alive, but you didn't get them to build this!” He patted the side of the console dragon. “For reasons best known to Psychlos they'd kill themselves first!” He shook his head. “There were a few alive.

  Engineers in branch minesites. And don't think one didn't try to persuade them! They're all dead now.”

  Was the original one trying to turn the other one off? But the new one was a bit better dressed and appeared to be the superior of the other.

  “I think,” said the original one, “that we really ought to get together for a formal conference. There are some things to take up.”

  Ah, thought Jonnie. Now we get to it. "I’m not a member of the government,” he hedged.

  The newest arrival said, “We're aware of that. But you do enjoy its confidence. We were thinking that possibly if you and the two of us could have a talk, you might assist us to arrange a conference with your government.”

  “A talk about having a serious talk,” said the other.

  Jonnie had an inspiration. He recalled the first gray man had drunk yarb tea. "I’ll be having dinner in half an hour. If you can eat our food, I’d be pleased to have you join me.”

  “Oh, we eat anything,” said the newest small gray man. “Anything there is. We would be so pleased.”

  “Half an hour it is,” said Jonnie. And he left to tell Chong-won he had dinner guests after all.

  Now maybe he'd find out the threat that these two posed. He wasn't imagining it. These two were dangerous!

  Chapter 3

  The small gray men could really eat.

  Jonnie had been surprised at how well the chief had decorated the main room of the spare apartment. Colored paper lanterns– with mine lamps in them– had been hung about; two paintings, one of a tiger coming toward you in the snow, the other of a bird in flight, decorated the walls; side tables for serving had been set up; the large center table where they sat even had a cloth on it.

  Mr. Tsung had insisted Jonnie don a gold brocade tunic– after Jonnie refused to wear a robe of green satin– and Jonnie looked quite nice.

  Some very subdued but kind of squeaky music was coming from someplace. It and the click of dishes that Chief Chong-won kept hauling in and the jaws of the small gray men were the only sounds.

  Jonnie had tried to invite Angus but he had said he had to keep an eye on that moon gyro. He had wanted Stormalong to come but the pilot was dead tired and catching naps in the ops room. He had asked Chief Chong-won and Mr. Tsung to also eat with them but they said no, they had to serve. So just Jonnie and the two small gray men had wound up as the diners. Jonnie felt that this was a pity
for there was an awful lot of food. And Jonnie, so far, had no one to talk to. The small gray men just ate. And ate and ate!

  The dinner had begun with appetizers– egg rolls, barbecued loin ribs, and paper-wrapped chicken; these had been served in mounds and had all been eaten up by the small gray men. Then various noodles had been served– pancake noodles, yat ga mein, mun yee noodles, war won ton, beeflo mein, yee fu noodles, and gorn lo won ton, tubs of them! And the small gray men had eaten them all up. Large platters of chicken had been served– almond chicken, cashew chicken, button mushroom chicken, and lichee chicken. And the small gray men had eaten all that up. Then there had been beef dishes– Mongolian beef, sauteed eggplant with beef, tomato beef, and chili pepper steak. And they had gotten around that! Massive platters of Peking duck, cooked in three ways, had, in its turn, disappeared down their gullets. They were working now on egg dishes-chicken egg foo yung, precious flower egg, and mushroom egg foo yung.

  Jonnie wondered where Chief Chong-won had gotten all the ingredients until he recalled that game had been plentiful, including lots of fowl in the lake, and that the Chinese had had time to plant and harvest gardens, using an area protected by the dam armor cable to keep the wild beasts out of it.

  He himself had not eaten very much. Mr. Tsung had had it relayed to him disparagingly that most of these dishes were southern Chinese cookery and that true cookery had evolved in the north during the Ch'ing Dynasty when his family took care of things. The Peking duck and Mongolian beef should get his main attention. Jonnie had complied. It was pretty good food.

  Not as good, of course, as his Aunt Ellen's venison stew, but quite edible. The nurse had sent in word he was not to have any rice wine because of the sulfa but that was fine– Jonnie didn't much care for drinking anyway.

  These small gray men were eating the entire banquet that had been planned for thirty people! Where did they put it all?

  Jonnie took the time to study them.

  Their skin was gray and kind of rough. Their eyes were a dull gray-blue, maybe like the sea, and had heavy lids. Their heads were round and hairless. Their noses took a sharp upturn just at the tip. The ears were a bit odd– reminded one more of gills than ears. They had four fingers and a thumb on each hand, though the nails were very pointed. They really looked quite like men. The main difference was their teeth: they had two rows of teeth, the second set just behind the first.