On the screen, the janandra’s thick, dark worm-shape was swinging around in the dim lock to regain the open hall. It had seen the trap. But the freight door switch went flat beside the other, and the freight door rose with massive swiftness. The heavy body smashed against it, went sliding back to the floor as the door slammed shut and the screen section showing the cargo lock turned dark.
“Got it—got it—got it!” Gefty heard himself whispering exultantly. He switched on the lock’s interior lights.
Then he swore softly, and, beside, him, Kerim sucked in her breath.
The screen showed the janandra in violent but apparently purposeful motion inside the lock . . . and it was also apparent now that it was a more complexly constructed creature than the long worm-body and heavy head had indicated. The skin, to a distance of some eight feet back of the head, had spread out into a wide, flexible frill. From beneath the frill extended half a dozen jointed, bone-white arms, along with waving, ribbon-like appendages less easy to define. The thing was reared half up along the hall door, inspecting its surface with these members; then suddenly it flung itself around and flashed over to the outer lock door. Three arms shot out; wiry fingers caught the three spin locks simultaneously, began to whirl them.
Gefty said, staring, “Kerim, it’s going to . . . ”
The janandra didn’t. The motion checked suddenly, was reversed. The locks drew tight again. The janandra swung back from the door, lifting half its length upwards, big head weaving about as it inspected the tool racks overhead. An arm reached suddenly, snatched something from one of the racks. Then the thing turned again; and in the next instant its head filled the viewscreen. Kerim made a choked sound of fright, jerking back against Gefty. The bulging, metal-green eyes seemed to stare directly at him. And the screen went black.
Kerim whispered, “Wha . . . what happened, Gefty?”
Gefty swallowed, said, “It smashed the view pickup. Must have guessed we were watching and didn’t like it . . . ” He added, “I was beginning to think Maulbow must be some kind of superman. But it wasn’t any remote control magic of his that let the janandra out of the vault, and opened the intership locks when it came up to the main deck and followed us down again. It was doing all that for itself. It’s Maulbow’s partner, not his pet. And it’s probably got at least as good a brain as anyone else on board behind that ugly face.”
Kerim moistened her lips. “Can it . . . could it get out again?”
“Into the ship?” Gefty shook his head decidedly. “Uh-uh. It could dump itself out on the other side—and it almost did before it realized where it was and what it was about to do. But the inner lock doors won’t open until someone opens them right on this panel. No, the thing’s safely trapped. On the other hand . . . ”
On the other hand, Gefty realized that he wouldn’t now be able to bring himself to eject the janandra out of the cargo lock and into the Great Current. Its intentions obviously hadn’t been friendly, but its level of intelligence was as good as his own, and perhaps somewhat better; and at present it was helpless. To dispose of it as he’d had in mind would therefore be the cold-blooded murder of an equal. But so long as that ugly and formidable shipmate of Maulbow’s stayed in the cargo lock, the lock couldn’t be used to get rid of the control unit in the vault.
A new solution presented itself while Gefty was making a rapid and rather desperate mental review of various heavy-duty tools which might be employed as weapons to force the janandra into submission and haul it off for confinement elsewhere in the ship. Not impossible, but a highly precarious and time-consuming operation at best. Then another thought occurred: the safety vault lay directly against the hull of the Queen—
How long to cut through the hull? The ship’s mining equipment was on board, and the tools were self-powered. Climb into a spacesuit, empty the air from the entire storage deck, leaving the janandra imprisoned in the cargo lock . . . with Maulbow incapacitated in sick bay, and Kerim back in the control compartment and also in a suit, for additional protection. Then cut ship’s power to this deck to avoid complications with the Queen’s involved circuitry and work under space conditions—half an hour if he hurried.
“Shouldn’t take more than another ten minutes,” he informed Kerim presently over the suit’s intercom.
“I’m very glad to hear it, Gefty.” She sounded shaky.
“Anything going on in the screens?” he asked.
She hesitated a little, said, “No. Not at the moment.”
Gefty grunted, blinked sweat from his eyes, and took hold of the handgrips of the heavy mining cutter again, turning it nose down towards the vault floor. The guide light found the point he was working on, and the slice beam stabbed out, began nibbling delicately away to extend the curving line it had eaten through the Queen’s thick skin. He had drawn a twenty-five foot circle around Maulbow’s battered control unit and the instruments attached to it, well outside the fragile-looking safety field. The circle was broken at four points where he would plant explosives. The explosives, going off together, should shatter the connecting links with the hull and throw the machine clear. If that didn’t release them immediately from its influence, he would see what putting the Queen’s drives into action would do.
“Gefty?” Kerim’s voice asked.
“Uh-huh?”
He could hear her swallow over the intercom. “Those lights are back now.”
“How many?”
“Two,” Kerim said. “I think they’re only two. They keep crossing back and forth in front of us.” She laughed nervously. “It’s idiotic, of course, but I do get the feeling they’re looking at us.”
Gefty said hesitantly, “Everything’s set but I need another minute or two to get this last connection whittled down a little more. If I blow the charge too soon, it mightn’t take the gadget clean out of the ship.”
Kerim said, “I know. I’ll just watch . . . they just disappeared again.” Her voice changed. “Now there’s something else.”
“What’s that?”
“You know you said to watch the cargo lock lights on the emergency panel.”
“Yes.”
“The outer lock door has just been opened.”
“What!”
“It must have been. The light started blinking red just now as I was looking at it.”
Gefty was silent a moment, his mind racing. Why would the janandra open the lock? From what Maulbow had said, it could live for a while without air, but it still could gain nothing but eventual death from leaving the ship—
Unless, Gefty thought, the janandra had become aware in some way that he was about to blow their machine out of the Queen. There were grappling lines in the cargo lock, and if four or five of those lines were slapped to the circular section of the hull he’d loosened . . .
“Kerim,” he said.
“Yes?”
“I’m going to blow the deal right now. Got your suit snapped to the wall braces like I showed you?”
“Yes, Gefty.” Her voice was faint but clear.
He turned the cutter away from the line it had dug, sent it rolling off towards the far wall. He hurried around the circle, checking the four charges, lumbered over to the vault passage, stopped just around the corner. He took the firing box from his suit.
“Ready, Kerim?” He opened the box.
“Ready . . . ”
“Here goes!” Gefty reached into the box, twisted the firing handle. Light flared in the vault. The deck shook below him. He came stumbling out from behind the wall.
Maulbow’s machine and its stand of instruments had vanished. Where it had stood was a dark circular hole. Nothing else seemed to have happened. Gefty clumped hurriedly over to the mining cutter, swung it around, started more cautiously back towards the hole. He didn’t have the faintest idea what would come next, but a definite possibility was that he would see the janandra’s dark form flowing up over the rim of the hole. Letting it run into the cutter beam might be the best way to discourage it from reentering the Queen.
Instead, a dazzling brilliance suddenly blotted out everything. The cutter was plucked from Gefty’s grasp; then he was picked up, suit and all, and slammed up towards the vault ceiling. He had a feeling that inaudible thunders were shaking the ship. He seemed to be rolling over and over along the ceiling. At last, the suit crashed into something which showed a total disinclination to yield, and Gefty blacked out.
The left side of his face felt pushed out of shape; his left eye wasn’t functioning too well, and there was a severe pulsing ache throughout the top of his head. But Gefty felt happy.