A sort of booming sound.
IT WAS DIRECTLY OVERHEAD!
Madison looked up. For an instant, he could see nothing. Then he glimpsed a blur that was traveling high at some ferocious speed. What was it? Some strange kind of racer?
His view was suddenly blocked by a swinging gun. The tank was pointing at the sky.
A cry rose up from the held-back mobs.
It could only be Heller. But the high ship was going right on by!
Eight tanks opened up with a bucking, shattering roar. The odd spaceracer had already passed. They were firing after it.
Their shots were going straight through it!
It must be some sort of an illusion being pushed ahead of a speeding ship!
It was almost gone. Then suddenly a gun must have detected the actual vessel behind it.
THERE WAS A HUGE EXPLOSION IN THE SKY!
A direct hit from a tank!
Fragments of a ship were black against the blue!
A shrieking moan came from the crowd. Before their very eyes, the vessel had been shot down!
Madison glanced across the hundred-yard gap at Hightee. She was weeping.
Somewhere distant, the remains of the ship crashed, apparently into a warehouse, for flames shot skyward.
Madison looked at the tanks. He felt that his plans for great PR were gone. He supposed that Heller had been killed. It would make such brief headlines!
But then he saw a tank officer pointing. The arm was stretched upward.
A thousand small objects were drifting down out of the blue. They were above this whole area and made a mile-diameter circle of their own.
They came lower and lower. A tank suddenly opened up to try to shoot at least some of them out of the sky.
Madison saw a distant one wink.
Then he had a sudden impression that all the world had turned blue. Painfully, unbearably blue!
He went unconscious.
Only because cameras kept running would he find out what happened then.
It was blueflash. A thousand of them in antigravity holders set to let them drift down. They must have been dropped when the high plane went over and were set to explode a thousand to two hundred feet above the pavement.
Almost every person in a mile diameter was knocked unconscious.
Then behind them came a larger bomb. It went poof about a hundred feet above the pillar.
The whole area was swallowed in dense fog.
Nothing could be seen.
Then there was the pulsing sound of spaceship drives. That first ship must have been a drone. Heller’s had not been touched. There was the thump of a landing in the mist.
Then the click of air lock latches.
Heller’s voice! Very softly, “Oh, I am so sorry I had to knock you out.”
Shortly another click of latches. Then a throb of drives.
Half an hour later, Madison came awake.
The mist was gone.
There was nothing in the plaza but two broken chains.
HIGHTEE HAD VANISHED!
Madison looked at the bare pillar. No, there was something else there now. Something hanging from a pin.
Madison groggily stumbled forward. He got a camera crew on its feet. He made them go up and shoot the broken chains and then this strange object on the pin.
It was a cheap excursion ticket. It had been reworked so as to read:
A ONEWAY TRIP TO HELL NINE
FOR LOMBAR HISST
Madison was ecstatic. He had his headline:
OUTLAW BROTHER
RESCUES SISTER
————
HIGHTEE SAVED
————
JETTERO HELLER
CONSIGNS
DICTATOR OF VOLTAR
TO PERDITION!
Madison had done it. He had converted Heller into an outlaw that could now be chased by every active unit in the whole Confederacy!
And the incident of Hero Plaza had started his client on the road to immortality.
PART EIGHTY-ONE
Chapter 6
I can’t imagine how it happened,” said a stunned Lombar in the safety of his dungeon office at Government City. “Heller is still on the loose!”
“It’s simply that people don’t realize yet,” said Madison, “that you mean business. They didn’t do the job properly. They let you down.”
“That’s true,” said Hisst. “I have been too weak. I have tolerated the riffraff too long. Now they are rioting in the streets.”
“Things have gotten up to a point of national emergency,” said Madison. “You need people around you you can trust.”
“Trust somebody?” said Lombar, for this was a brand-new idea.
“I admit that someone like that is pretty rare. But we’ll have to do something about these riots before we can get on with our business. I’ll be right back.”
Madison went into another room. There were some Army officers there, looking very unhappy. They had come to report trouble in trying to confine the Fleet to their bases.
Madison said to an elderly colonel, “Who is the most popular general in the whole Army?”
“That’s easy,” said the colonel. “General Whip.”
The others nodded.
“Is he really, truly popular with the Army?” said Madison.
“Men, officers, everybody,” said the colonel. “He wins battles because his troops trust him not to waste their lives. And he’s a brilliant strategist. He’s over at Army General Staff Headquarters right now. You want to talk to him about this Fleet situation?”
“Have him come over here right away,” said Madison.
Twenty minutes later, General Whip arrived. He was a tough old campaigner but he had a nice smile. His high forehead showed lots of brains.
Madison’s camera crew took some pictures of him. The two logistics men looked him over very carefully.
Madison then went in and had a word with Lombar. He beckoned from the door to General Whip, who entered.
“General,” said Lombar, “there is a Fleet officer named Jettero Heller. He has been stirring the people up. He is now an outlaw. I want you to run him down.”
The general smiled, “If you mean Jettero Heller, I’d like to point out that he is a Royal officer. I heard there is a general warrant out for him but courts just won’t accept that. If you will give me a Royal order, I will see what I can do.”
Lombar glared at him. “I’ll have you know that I am Dictator of Voltar. Heller has forfeited any status he may ever have had. I am ordering you right now to get the entire Army busy and run down this outlaw!”
General Whip looked Lombar up and down. Then he shrugged and left.
“I didn’t like that,” said Lombar to Madison.
“Be patient. You’ll see how this works out. All we have to do is wait for a report from one of my crew.”
Two hours later, one of the actors of Madison’s crew, dressed as an Army officer, signaled to Madison from the door. Madison went over and they exchanged a few words.
Madison came back to Lombar. “It was just as I suspected. General Whip went back to his headquarters and began to laugh at you.”
“WHAT?” cried Lombar.
“I expected that he would,” said Madison. “What this requires is a show of force. They will only obey you if you are shown to be a man that cannot be trifled with. Only after that can you trust them. Please sign this order.”
Lombar looked at it. It said:
GENERAL WHIP HAS REFUSED ORDERS TO FIND JETTERO HELLER. BRING ME THE HEAD OF GENERAL WHIP.
Hisst grinned like a toother. He grabbed his pen and signed it. He stamped it.
Madison took it. He left.
Madison’s camera crew came into Lombar’s office and set up. Lombar, agitatedly going over Earth invasion plans, hardly noticed them: camera setups were a common occurrence lately. He was much more concerned that, despite his adulterations, speed supplies were very low.
Sudd
enly the door opened. Five women dressed as noble ladies—they were the circus girls—came in and knelt before Lombar. They were crying.
One of them, collapsing, was supported by two on either side of her. One of these said, “Forgive her. She is the wife of General Whip. She came to plead for mercy. But she has fainted. I plead in her stead. Please, please, please spare the life of General Whip!”
The cameras were grinding. The angles were such that one could not see the faces of the women, only their backs. What predominated in the scene was the ferocious scowl of the red-uniformed Lombar Hisst.
Suddenly there was a commotion at the door. The two actor officers, dressed in Army uniforms, came in. Between them they bore a platter. And on that platter, sopped in gore, appeared to be the head of General Whip!
The women screamed and fainted dead away.
The two officers knelt. “Sir,” said one, “your orders have been followed. General Whip has been executed for failure to take your command to hunt down Heller. Here is the head of General Whip.”
Lombar glared with ferocity. “That will teach him! My word is supreme! Remove that carrion and these females at once!”
The whole scene had been shot. The room was cleared. Madison walked back in.
Madison had filled out another blank Grand Council order, ready for the signature, as well, of Hisst.
“I think,” said Madison, “that when they see that on Homeview, there isn’t a single officer out there who won’t obey you. Please sign this.”
Hisst read it. It said:
TO ALL OFFICERS OF ARMY AND FLEET:
YOU WILL AT ONCE BEGIN TO HUNT FOR AND YOU WILL FIND THE NOTORIOUS OUTLAW
JETTERO HELLER.
He signed it with a flourish.
Madison grinned. The manhunt he had envisioned would now take place.
The heat and beat of the elation within his veins was close to ecstasy.
WHAT HEADLINES!
About the Author
L. Ron Hubbard’s remarkable writing career spanned more than half-a-century of intense literary achievement and creative influence.
And though he was first and foremost a writer, his life experiences and travels in all corners of the globe were wide and diverse. His insatiable curiosity and personal belief that one should live life as a professional led to a lifetime of extraordinary accomplishment. He was also an explorer, ethnologist, mariner and pilot, filmmaker and photographer, philosopher and educator, composer and musician.
Growing up in the still-rugged frontier country of Montana, he broke his first bronc and became the blood brother of a Blackfeet Indian medicine man by age six. In 1927, when he was 16, he traveled to a still remote Asia. The following year, to further satisfy his thirst for adventure and augment his growing knowledge of other cultures, he left school and returned to the Orient. On this trip, he worked as a supercargo and helmsman aboard a coastal trader which plied the seas between Japan and Java. He came to know old Shanghai, Beijing and the Western Hills at a time when few Westerners could enter China. He traveled more than a quarter of a million miles by sea and land while still a teenager and before the advent of commercial aviation as we know it.
He returned to the United States in the autumn of 1929 to complete his formal education. He entered George Washington University in Washington, DC, where he studied engineering and took one of the earliest courses in atomic and molecular physics. In addition to his studies, he was the president of the Engineering Society and Flying Club, and wrote articles, stories and plays for the university newspaper. During the same period he also barnstormed across the American mid-West and was a national correspondent and photographer for the Sportsman Pilot magazine, the most distinguished aviation publication of its day.
Returning to his classroom of the world in 1932, he led two separate expeditions, the Caribbean Motion Picture Expedition; sailing on one of the last of America’s four-masted commercial ships, and the second, a mineralogical survey of Puerto Rico. His exploits earned him membership in the renowned Explorers Club and he subsequently carried their coveted flag on two more voyages of exploration and discovery. As a master mariner licensed to operate ships in any ocean, his lifelong love of the sea was reflected in the many ships he captained and the skill of the crews he trained. He also served with distinction as a U.S. naval officer during the Second World War.
All of this—and much more—found its way, into his writing and gave his stories a compelling sense of authenticity that has appealed to readers throughout the world. It started in 1934 with the publication of “The Green God” in Thrilling Adventure magazine, a story about an American naval intelligence officer caught up in the mystery and intrigues of pre-communist China. With his extensive knowledge of the world and its people and his ability to write in any style and genre, he rapidly achieved prominence as a writer of action adventure, western, mystery and suspense. Such was the respect of his fellow writers that he was only 25 when elected president of the New York Chapter of the American Fiction Guild.
In addition to his career as a leading writer of fiction, he worked as a successful screenwriter in Hollywood where he wrote the original story and script for Columbia’s 1937 hit serial, “The Secret of Treasure Island.” His work on numerous films for Columbia, Universal and other major studios involved writing, providing story lines and serving as a script consultant.
In 1938, he was approached by the venerable New York publishing house of Street and Smith, the publishers of Astounding Science Fiction. Wanting to capitalize on the proven reader appeal of the
L. Ron Hubbard byline to capture more readers for this emerging genre, they essentially offered to buy all the science fiction he wrote. When he protested that he did not write about machines and machinery but that he wrote about people, they told him that was exactly what was wanted. The rest is history.
The impact and influence that his novels and stories had on the fields of science fiction, fantasy and horror virtually amounted to the changing of a genre. It is the compelling human element that he originally brought to this new genre that remains today the basis of its growing international popularity.
L. Ron Hubbard consistently enabled readers to peer into the minds and emotions of characters in a way that sharply heightened the reading experience without slowing the pace of the story, a level of writing rarely achieved.
Among the most celebrated examples of this are three stories he published in a single, phenomenally creative year (1940)—Final Blackout and its grimly possible future world of unremitting war and ultimate courage which Robert Heinlein called “as perfect a piece of science fiction as has ever been written”; the ingenious fantasy-adventure, Typewriter in the Sky described by Clive Cussler as “written in the great style adventure should be written in”; and the prototype novel of clutching psychological suspense and horror in the midst of ordinary, everyday life, Fear, studied by writers from Stephen King to Ray Bradbury.
It was Mr. Hubbard’s trendsetting work in the speculative fiction field from 1938 to 1950, particularly, that not only helped to expand the scope and imaginative boundaries of science fiction and fantasy but indelibly established him as one of the founders of what continues to be regarded as the genre’s Golden Age.
Widely honored—recipient of Italy’s Tetradramma D’Oro Award and a special Gutenberg Award, among other significant literary honors—Battlefield Earth has sold more than 6,000,000 copies in 23 languages and is the biggest single-volume science fiction novel in the history of the genre at 1050 pages. It was ranked number three out of the 100 best English language novels of the twentieth century in the Random House Modern Library Reader’s Poll.
The Mission Earth dekalogy has been equally acclaimed, winning the Cosmos 2000 Award from French readers and the coveted Nova-Science Fiction Award from Italy’s National Committee for Science Fiction and Fantasy. The dekalogy has sold more than seven million copies in 6 languages, and each of its 10 volumes became New York Times and international bestsell
ers as they were released.
The first of L. Ron Hubbard’s original screenplays Ai! Pedrito! When Intelligence Goes Wrong, novelized by author Kevin J. Anderson, was released in 1998 and immediately appeared as a New York Times bestseller. This was followed in 1999 with the publication of A Very Strange Trip, an original L. Ron Hubbard story of time-traveling adventure, novelized by Dave Wolverton, that also became a New York Times bestseller directly following its release.
His literary output ultimately encompassed more than 250 published novels, novelettes, short stories and screenplays in every major genre.
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