The Three Planeteers

by Edmond Hamilton

  When they landed, Lana and the old pirate and the Planeteers were first outside the Venture. A crowd of hundreds of pirates and their women was approaching hastily from the town.

  Thorn recognized Brun Abo, the scarred-faced Jovian pirate captain, and Kinnel King, the handsome Earthman. They, and all the mass of hundreds of Companions, uttered shouts of joy as they recognized Lana.

  "You're back, Lana! We thought you dead for sure!” shouted Brun Abo joyfully. Then the Jovian's face stiffened and his hand darted to his pistol as he recognized Thorn and Sual Av and Gunner. “The Planeteers!"

  "The Planeteers and Stilicho were the ones who rescued me!” Lana's silver voice rang out.

  She faced the joyfully shouting mob of pirates gathered in the pale sunshine on the field. Her white face was determined, as she spoke to them in quick, ringing words.

  "Companions, you know of the attack the League is making upon the Alliance,” she began.

  "Aye!” roared a pirate in the throng. “We've heard on the audio. The latest word is that the League fleet has pushed the Alliance navies inside Mercury's orbit, and are trying to trap them and bring them to battle!"

  "We can save the Alliance from defeat, Companions!” Lana cried, her blue eyes flashing. “On Earth's moon is a great weapon that can defeat the League, if it could be used. But Haskell Trask and a strong force hold the moon. That weapon can't be used unless we pirates storm the moon, and recapture it!"

  There was a dead silence. The pirates looked at each other. Then a tall Martian broke the silence.

  "Why should we do that, Lana?” he demanded. “Whether the League or the Alliance wins means nothing to us. Now, while this war is going on, is our chance to raid all commerce."

  "Does it mean nothing to you that the world of your birth is about to be conquered and enslaved by a tyrant?” Lana asked passionately. “You, Kinnel—you are an Earthman, will you let Earth be ground under Trask's heel? Both of you were born on the inner worlds. You may be outlaws and pirates now, but surely you have some patriotism left?

  "And you, Brun Abo,” she continued scorchingly to the Jovian, “you fled from Jupiter and became an outlaw to escape Trask's tyranny. So did nearly all you other outer-planet men. Now is your chance to strike back at the dictator who enslaved the outer worlds, and now is trying to enslave the inner ones also!"

  "That's all very well, Lana,” grumbled Brun Abo. “But I still don't see why we should fight for the Alliance."

  "Aye,” called a Venusian pirate. “Let's do any fighting we do for ourselves."

  "You will be fighting for yourselves!” Lana flared. “You'll be fighting to establish in the Zone the new, independent world I've dreamed so long of establishing here."

  Lana went on to tell them of her cherished dream of making an independent world of the Zone, that might be a refuge to all the oppressed of the system, in the future.

  "That's what you'll be fighting for!” she finished fierily. “For if Haskell Trask wins and dominates the whole system, that dream can never be realized. But if the Alliance wins, they'll help us establish our world here, from gratitude!"

  The Companions’ eyes were shining now as they listened. Lana's plan, revealed to them for the first time, had fired them with excited enthusiasm.

  "We follow you then, Lana!” they yelled.

  "Ah, now you're talking like true Companions,” cackled old Stilicho Keene.

  "All ships prepare to blast off with full crews!” Lana's voice rang. “We'll need every man. Trask must have a heavy force of cruisers and men on the moon."

  "Ho, we'll show the cursed tyrant how the Companions of Space fight!” boomed Brun Abo.

  Kinnel King's eyes were burning.

  "It will be good to strike a blow for old Earth,” he muttered, as he hurried off.

  The jungle-surrounded field became a scene of intense, shouting activity as the hundred ships of the Companions were hastily prepared. Lana had ordered a new audio hastily installed in the Venture to replace its damaged one. She and the Planeteers listened to the storm of messages vibrating through the system, carrying word of the League's continued pursuit of the Alliance fleet,

  "There's so little time!” Thorn murmured hoarsely. “And, even if we can recapture the moon, if Blaine's invention fails—"

  Stilicho burst into the control-room. “All ships ready to start, lass!” he cried.

  "Take over, Stilicho,” she ordered, and then spoke ringingly into the audio.

  "Our course is straight sunward out of the Zone, then directly toward Earth's moon at top speed. Blast off!"

  With a roar of tubes, the Venture leaped up from the field. And as it cometed up through the atmosphere of Turkoon, the five-score pirate cruisers were rising like a flock of falcons behind it, following its lead.

  "Keep down our speed to the top speed of the others!” Lana told the old pirate.

  Out through the Zone, a hundred strong, throbbed the grim formation of pirate ships, streaming in short columns after the Venture, that led the way through the swarms and whirling planetoids. Quickly they emerged from the Zone, and headed toward the bright, shining planet and smaller satellite that were Earth and its moon.

  Thorn stared feverishly toward their goal, as the pirate fleet picked up speed in empty space. Somewhere there in the barren moon was Trask, and somewhere there, too, was the mysterious mechanism that might, or might not, decide the destiny of worlds.

  Gunner Welk and Sual Av peered forth with him. The Planeteers, all three, sensed that they were approaching a showdown in their long struggle against the League dictator.

  Lana watched from beside old Stilicho, the space dog, Ool, pressing anxiously against her side.

  "Trask is sure to have a heavy force there with him on the moon,” she murmured. “If we don't manage to break through—"

  "We will!” Thorn exclaimed. “You've set these pirates of yours on fire with that plan to establish the Zone as a new world. They feel now that they're fighting for their world, too."

  * * * *

  Rocket-tubes spouting white fire from straining power-chambers, the pirate force swept on for hour after hour. At last they had crossed Mars’ orbit and were thundering on at hazardous speed toward Earth and its satellite.

  Earth largened ahead. Upon the great, gray, cloudy sphere, Thorn could glimpse the outlines of the familiar continents, the white sheen of the polar snows. And the moon was expanding, too—lifeless, gleaming white sphere, all its earthward face in full sunlight.

  "Cut to landing-speed!” Lana cried into the audio, and the velocity of the pirate ships began to lessen.

  Sual Av, from the ‘scope eyepiece, shouted to John Thorn, who was now holding the controls of the Venture.

  "League cruisers are pouring up out of Copernicus crater—at least a hundred and fifty of them!"

  "Then Copernicus must be where Philip Blaine's laboratories are, where Trask is now!” Gunner yelled.

  "We'll hit those cruisers before they can form up for battle!” Thorn cried. “On suits, everybody! Give the order, Lana!"

  As the pirate girl shouted the order into the audio, the pirate ships grouped swiftly together into a phalanx of which the Venture was the apex. And as they drove straight down toward the lunar surface, the crews struggled hastily into their suits.

  Thorn, at the controls, saw the sunlit surface of the moon rushing up toward them, an airless, white desert plain, with Copernicus crater almost directly underneath, the vast white blankness of the Mare Imbrium northward, and the towering Appenines northwestward.

  Out of the circular crater of Copernicus, a fifty-mile plain surrounded by a ring of stupendous peaks, League cruisers were swarming up like startled hornets from their nest. But before they could gain altitude or fall into battle formation, the phalanx of pirate ships crashed down among them.

  It was a whirling chaos of battle then for minutes, a raging dogfight of League and pirate ships low across the surface of the moon. Atom-shells clogged space
with blinding flares, fatally hit ships went whirling down out of control to crash on the lunar desert, other ships collided in midspace and tumbled in a single twisted mass of wreckage.

  But the Companions of Space maintained their formation. The pirates were fighting with traditional ferocity, pouring shells from every gun, increasing the disorganization of the League ships. Unable to form up, broken into scattered groups of ships that rapidly fell prey to the concentrated fire of the pirates, Trask's squadron was losing two ships to the pirates’ one.

  When but a score of the League ships survived, those survivors turned and fled back toward Copernicus. At once, Thorn swung the Venture around in the same direction.

  "After them!” he shouted. “Now's our chance!"

  More than sixty pirate ships had survived that terrific battle above the moon. They raced after the Venture, toward Copernicus.

  Thorn glimpsed the League cruisers landing in the great crater, their crews pouring forth in space-suits, retreating across the crater to where a great glassite window glistened in its floor.

  Down into the crater swept the Companions’ ships, landing near the deserted League cruisers. The Planeteers and old Stilicho and Lana raced down to the door of their ship, the excited pirate crew gathering to follow them out. “Lana, you can't go with us!” Thorn cried.

  The girl's eyes flashed inside her glassite helmet.

  "I go!” she flared. “I've led the Companions to battle before, and I'm leading them now!"

  The door opened, and they poured out onto the surface of the moon, onto the floor of the giant crater. Out of all the other ships, the space-suited pirates were pouring in hundreds.

  "Follow, men!” Lana's voice rang from her suit-audio. “See, they run before us!"

  The League sailors were retreating still toward that big glassite window set in the floor of the crater. They were firing back at the pirates with their atom-guns as they retreated.

  The Planeteers and Lana and Stilicho led the pirate rush forward. And beside the girl bounded the blazing-eyed space dog. Ool was in his native element upon the airless surface of the moon!

  Thorn saw that the League men were retreating into the entrance of a big airlock set in the crater floor beside the great window. An airlock that he knew must give entrance into the lunar cavern beneath that held Blaine's laboratory.

  With a fierce rush, the pirates swept on. Men among them fell by dozens from the bursting shells of the enemy's guns. But they were firing back as they charged, using their atom-pistols with deadly effect as they ran. Old Stilicho was shooting with two weapons, his faded eyes burning inside his glassite helmet with fierce battle-light. “They've jammed the airlock!” Thorn yelled. “At them!"

  The retreating League soldiers could not all pass through the airlock quickly enough. Down among those who were congested at its entrance swept Thorn and his wild followers.

  The League men, hopelessly outnumbered, refused to surrender. Only when all lay dead could Thorn and his party advance through the door of the airlock, which led downward.

  They poured into it, forcing open the inner door. Air whistled out past them, and from the blue-lit depths below atom-shells whizzed up at them. But they pressed savagely on, down the ramp below the airlock, down into the vast and gloomy lunar cavern.

  CHAPTER XXII

  Blaine's Weapon

  THE cavern into which the Planeteers and their companions had fought their way was of huge dimensions, a thousand feet across and two hundred in height. It was illuminated by krypton lamps and by the flood of brilliant sunlight that poured in through the big glassite window in the rocky ceiling.

  At the center of the cavern, under that window, loomed a colossal and unfamiliar mechanism. It was a great, gleaming chromaloy sphere, supported by girders above a massed complexity of power-chambers and generators. Everything else in the cavern was dwarfed by that towering, gleaming globe.

  The space-suited League soldiers, both those who had retreated from outside and those in the cavern who had hastily donned their suits, were firing savagely at their attackers.

  Thorn tried to keep Lana behind him as he advanced with Gunner and Sual Av at the head of the pirates, his atom-pistol hot in his gloved hand from firing.

  "Gun them all down!” old Stilicho's shrill voice was crying from his suit audio.

  "John, look—they're destroying the machine, over there!” Sual Av yelled, wildly pointing.

  Thorn glimpsed where the Venusian pointed, far on the other side of the colossal mechanism. A little group of space-suited men there were firing into Blaine's huge machine with their atom-pistols, endeavoring to destroy its generators.

  "Forward!” Thorn shouted. “We've got to stop them."

  They rushed forward. And ahead of them bounded the space dog, Ool, great-fanged jaws yawning wide!

  Reckless of their own lives, maddened with apprehension, the Planeteers shot their way forward through the disorganized mob of League defenders.

  With Lana Cain now close behind them, they forced through to the other side of the gigantic machine.

  Thorn recognized the tall, spacesuited figure of the leader of the little group who were trying to destroy the mechanism. The face inside that glassite helmet was the bony green face and insanely raging eyes of Haskell Trask.

  "Throw down those guns!” ‘Thorn yelled through his suit-audio. “Surrender!"

  "I'll surrender this way!” Trask's crazed, harsh voice came back.

  The dictator shot at Thorn in the same instant. The little shell flicked past Thorn and exploded behind him—and Lana Cain sank to the floor as the blinding flare touched her side.

  Wild with rage, Thorn raised his gun to fire. But Ool was ahead of him. The big space dog, eyes terrible as it saw its mistress fall, arced through space in a leap straight at Trask.

  The huge jaws closed upon the throat of the dictator's space-suit and tore. The other League men beside Trask shrunk back appalled, raising their hands in surrender.

  The battle in the cavern behind the Planeteers was over. The remaining League defenders, seeing their Leader fall, raised their hands in surrender also, dropping their weapons.

  Thorn was bending frantically over the fallen pirate girl.

  "Lana!” he cried.

  "I'm ... not much hurt,” the girl stammered, stumbling up with his help. “The side of my suit is scorched. I threw myself aside to avoid the shell, and that's why I fell."

  She sprang unsteadily forward, and gripped Ool's collar to pull him off the prostrate dictator. But it was too late. The space dog's great tusks had ripped through Haskell Trask's suit and torn his throat.

  Trask looked up at them with pale eyes curiously drained of emotion.

  "I ... would have ruled the system for its own good,” he murmured. “I would have—” He sighed, and was still.

  So a dictator died...

  * * * *

  Thorn straightened, shaken. The airlock doors had been closed and oxy-generators were throbbing. And old Stilicho, his helmet off and face still flaming with battle-light, came forcing through the excited pirate throng with another man.

  "Found this fellow prisoned in a separate chamber,” the old pirate shrilled. “He says he's—"

  "Philip Blaine!” Sual Av shouted.

  Blaine, greatest of Earth physicists, the man who had built the mysterious mechanism that towered over them!

  He was a thin, frail-looking little man, with disheveled gray hair and wide eyes frantic with anxiety.

  "Trask made me a prisoner when his force captured the moon!” he babbled. “He tried to make me tell him what my machine is, how it's operated—"

  "Blaine, we've brought you the radite that will operate this thing!” John Thorn cried. “But even now the Alliance navies are being cornered inside Mercury by the League fleet. Can you save them with this thing?"

  Blaine's eyes flashed. “You've brought the radite? But some of my generators have been damaged!"

  The little ph
ysicist sprang forward, bending with wild anxiety over the fused generators that had been wrecked by Trask and his men in those last moments.

  "Can you repair them in time?” Thorn asked with feverish tensity.

  "I can try,” Blaine rasped. “I have spare generators in my supply cavern, but it will take time to install them."

  "For God's sake, hurry!” Thorn begged. “Gunner, take some men and bring in the radite from the Venture!"

  Pirates under Thorn's direction hastened to carry in the spare generators from the supply cavern adjoining. Blaine began the task of installing them, the little physicist working alone, none of the hundreds of others in the cavern able to assist him.

  Thorn looked up haggardly through the great window in the ceiling, at the blazing sun. Somewhere there in the burning reaches of space near the flaming orb, the combined navies of Mercury, Venus, Earth and Mars were seeking to elude the League armada bent on their destruction.

  Sual Av came running up to where Thorn stood rigidly with Lana.

  "John, I got a flash from Blaine's audio just now!” the Venusian panted. “The League fleet has divided into two forces and is boxing our navies five million miles off Mercury!"

  "Can't you hurry, Blaine?” Thorn begged the little scientist desperately.

  "I'm ... almost through,” panted the physicist. He was gasping from exhaustion, as he made his last connections.

  "This thing won't save our navies. It can't save them!” groaned Gunner Welk. “How can a machine here inside the moon affect a space-battle sixty million miles away?"

  "Ready ... now,” gasped Philip Blaine. “Bring me that radite!"

  The Planeteers hauled forward the asterium-wrapped mass of radite. With tongs Blaine tore away the protective asterium sheets. The unveiled radite blazed with dazzling white radiance, like a solid chunk of the sun.

  Blaine rolled it into the injector-hopper of his power-chambers, with the tongs. He slammed down the lid, and then stumbled toward the huge switchboard set in the cavern wall.