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"Rance, we're into the shuttle dock. You can move everyone up."
The troopers practically had to wade through the debris of the dauquoi. The purple slime seemed to be everywhere. Renchett looked genuinely amazed. He scooped up some of it with his fingertips and held it up to his visor. For one horrible moment, it looked as if he were going to taste the stuff.
"Never thought they looked like that on the inside."
"Shut the hell up, Renchett, you're making me sick."
"Somebody bring along that EW. We may need it."
They were in a brightly lit, transparent gallery that ran along the rear of the large shuttle dock, overlooking the individual reaction pads. There were five of the hemispherical craft parked in the dock, and umbilical walkways ran out to their pressure locks. Each one could lift 150 human passengers. There didn't seem to be any further guards of any species.
The surviving shore patrol dismounted from their servos. The advance party walked slowly down the gallery with the same dazed look that always followed combat. Both the men and the women were gazing up through the curved canopy that covered the gallery. The stars were visible where the dock was open to space; it was the first time most of the women had seen the stars since they had been taken from their own worlds. Then the Anah 5 came around on its orbit and blotted out everything else.
One of the shore patrol looked at Hark. "Is that your ship?"
"That's her."
"Then it looks like we really made it."
"When the pilots get up here."
Dyrkin broke the spell. "Some of you secure that far entrance. Take the EW. I don't want anything coming through there."
"We still have to knock out the main fire control. It's just above here."
Renchett scowled at Hark. "And guess who'll do the knocking."
"We'll wait until Rance gets up here and see what he wants."
Rance wasn't long in coming. There was the sound of firing and the sight of flashing in the dark of the tu
"Keep on going! Down into the ships. You'll be safer there."
The troopers were now backing out of the tu
"You men! Get back there and help them out! We've got to keep those suckers back… Rance? Where are you?"
"Over here!"
Dyrkin spotted the topman backing out of the middle of the fighting. There were four men with him in blue flight suits and helmets.
"Are those the pilots?"
"That's them," Rance said. "I've been watching over them like a mother."
"Better get them down into the ships. It'll take time to get those shuttles powered up."
"They're on their way."
Firing started at the far end of the gallery. The EW opened up. A second force of lanteres was attacking from that direction. Rance looked quickly around. The situation could actually have been a lot worse. For the moment, the humans were holding both entrances. In the tu
"I think we got them stopped. We should start pulling back into the umbilicals."
"What about fire control?"
"Can you take some men and handle it?"'
"You're getting predictable."
Abruptly the firing ceased.
"Wha-"
The lanteres had stopped firing, and at the same time, men were also lowering their weapons. They were backing away from the mouth of the tu
"What the hell is going on?"
A light appeared in the tu
"A Therem. A goddamn Therem. Right here."
Hark's MEW was very heavy in his hands. He wanted to put it down. His legs felt weak, and a warm languor was spreading all through his body. He knew that he should be angry, that he should do something, but he couldn't force his mind to focus. He was staring through his visor at the weapon in his gloved hands. Even reality was wavering. What the hell was this thing that he was holding? He wanted to lie down and sleep. All around him, men and women stood and stared as if they were in a trance. Even the attacking aliens were rooted to the spot.
"Mindlock."
A tiny surge of anger managed to break free, but it was almost immediately smothered. He searched for another, but the influence of the Therem was like a warm smothering blanket. Resentment still smoldered, but he couldn't reach it and bring it to violent life. The whole escape was coming to pieces, and there's wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.
They came out of the tu
The scream rang through the gallery. "Nooooo!"
As if out of nowhere, red fire was pouring at the underside of the sphere. Hark was only dimly aware that the fire was coming from his own weapon. The front of his mind simply couldn't accept it, but some intensely human and profoundly deep part of his unconcious had broken the mindlock, raised his arms, and set his fingers on the triggers. The sphere seemed to be caught in the fire, unable to move. It simply hung in the air, vibrating with increasing violence. The smothering blanket was slowly lifting. Hark found that he could use his voice again.
"Help me! I'm holding it, but I can't destroy it. Everybody fire at the thing."
The weapons were coming up, but the men were still moving sluggishly. The Therem was trying to reestablish control but not quite making it. Sporadic fire was now being directed at the sphere, which was glowing brighter.
"It's a shield. The bastard's got its own miniature shield. Keep firing and it'll burn out."
Rance's voice joined Hark's. "Watch the lanteres, though. They may come alive again."
Fire was hitting the sphere from every side. The halo turned a blinding white, although it radiated no heat despite the energy that it was absorbing. It seemed to be trying to rise in the air, but it managed only about a half meter before it fell back to its original position.
"Keep going. I think we got it!"
Something was happening to the shape inside the halo. It appeared to be collapsing on itself. The outer skin wrinkled and sagged. Suddenly Hark had a vision of the sphere's occupant. It was preparing to die, and it was letting him see. Few creatures had ever killed a Therem, and he was being allowed to witness what he'd done. The shock almost paralyzed him. It was such a tiny thing, a thing of air and filaments. Its only strength was in its mind and its millions of years of culture. The Therem was a little spherical puffball held in stasis at the very center of the sphere that was its armor. It was so small that a man could enfold it in the palm of his hand. Humanity had been enslaved by something that even a child could crush in its fist. There was a terrible absurdity here. The sphere started to melt. Large molten drops formed on the underside.