Space Viking H. Beam Piper (life books to read .TXT) 📖

At least, you kept your rations down. I didn’t on my first raid, and had bad dreams about it for a year.” He gave his coffee cup back to the robot and got to his feet. “Get a little rest, for a couple of hours. Then draw some alcodote-vitamin pills from the medic. As soon as things are secured, there’ll be parties all over the ship, and we’ll be expected to look in on every one of them, have a drink, and say ‘Well done, boys.’ ”

Elaine came to him, while he was resting. She looked at him in horror, and he tried to hide his face from her, and then realized that he was trying to hide it from himself.

XII

They came straight down on Eglonsby, on Amaterasu, the Nemesis and the Space Scourge side by side. The radar had picked them up at point-five light-seconds; by this time the whole planet knew they were coming, and nobody was wondering why. Paul Koreff was monitoring at least twenty radio stations, assigning somebody to each one as it was identified. What was coming in was uniformly excited, some panicky, and all in fairly standard Lingua Terra.

Garvan Spasso was perturbed. So, in the communication screen from the Space Scourge, was Boake Valkanhayn.

“They got radio, and they got radar,” he clamored.

“Well, so what?” Harkaman asked. “They had radio and radar twenty years ago, when Rock Morgan was here in the Coalsack. But they don’t have nuclear energy, do they?”

“Well, no. I’m picking up a lot of industrial electrical discharge, but nothing nuclear.”

“All right. A man with a club can lick a man with his fists. A man with a gun can lick half a dozen with clubs. And two ships with nuclear weapons can lick a whole planet without them. Think it’s time, Lucas?”

He nodded. “Paul, can you cut in on that Eglonsby station yet?”

“What are you going to do?” Valkanhayn wanted to know, against it in advance.

“Summon them to surrender. If they don’t, we will drop a hellburner, and then we will pick out another city and summon it to surrender. I don’t think the second one will refuse. If we are going to be murderers, we’ll do it right, this time.”

Valkanhayn was aghast, probably at the idea of burning an unlooted city. Spasso was sputtering something about, “… Teach the dirty Neobarbs a lesson⁠—” Koreff told him he was switched on. He picked up a hand-phone.

“Space Vikings Nemesis and Space Scourge, calling the city of Eglonsby. Space Vikings.⁠ ⁠…”

He repeated it for over a minute; there was no reply.

“Vann,” he called Guns-and-Missiles. “A subcrit display job, about four miles over the city.”

He laid the phone down and looked to the underside viewscreen. A little later, a silvery shape dropped away from the ship’s south pole. The telescopic screen went off, and the unmagnified screen darkened as the filters went on. Valkanhayn, aboard the other ship, was shouting a warning about his own screens. The only unfiltered screen aboard the Nemesis was the one tuned to the falling missile. The city of Eglonsby rushed upward in it, and then it went suddenly dark. There was an orange-yellow blaze in the other screens. After a while, the filters went off and the telescopic screen went on again. He picked up the phone.

“Space Vikings calling Eglonsby; this is your last warning. Communicate at once.”

Less than a minute later, a voice came out of one of the speakers:

“Eglonsby calling Space Vikings. Your bomb has done great damage. Will you hold your fire until somebody in authority can communicate with you? This is the chief operator at the central State telecast station; I have no authority to say anything to you, or discuss anything.”

“Oh, good, that sounds like a dictatorship,” Harkaman was saying. “Grab the dictator and shove a pistol in his face and you have everything.”

“There is nothing to discuss. Get somebody who has authority to surrender the city to us. If this is not done within the hour, the city and everybody in it will be obliterated.”

Only minutes later, a new voice said:

“This is Gunsalis Jan, secretary to Pedrosan Pedro, President of the Council of Syndics. We will switch President Pedrosan over as soon as he can speak directly to the personage in supreme command of your ships.”

“That is myself; switch him to me at once.”

After a delay of less than fifteen seconds they had President Pedrosan Pedro.

“We are prepared to resist, but we realize what this would cost in lives and destruction of property,” he began.

“You don’t begin to. Do you know anything about nuclear weapons?”

“From history; we have no nuclear power of any sort. We can find no fissionables on this planet.”

“The cost, as you put it, would be everything and everybody in Eglonsby and for a radius of almost a hundred miles. Are you still prepared to resist?”

The President of the Council of Syndics wasn’t and said so. Trask asked him how much authority his position gave him.

“I have all powers in any emergency. I think,” the voice added tonelessly, “that this is an emergency. The council will automatically ratify any decision I make.”

Harkaman depressed a button in front of him. “What I said; dictatorship, with parliamentary false front.”

“If he isn’t a false-front dictator for some oligarchy.” He motioned to Harkaman to take his thumb off the button. “How large is this Council?”

“Sixteen, elected by the Syndicates they represent. There is the Syndicate of Labor, the Syndicate of Manufacturers, the Syndicate of Small Businesses, the.⁠ ⁠…”

“Corporate State, First Century Pre-Atomic on Terra. Benny the Moose,” Harkaman said. “Let’s all go down and talk to them.”

When they were sure that the public had been warned to make no resistance, the Nemesis went down to two miles, bulking over the center of the city. The buildings were low by the standards of a contragravity-using people, the highest barely a thousand feet and few over five hundred, and they were more closely set than