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protection field, is it?"
"No," Reyes replied, smirking and pausing to savor the moment. "Celine's
little toys can take those down. This is a grav field priority tied to the
full output of the Samarian reactor. Anything impacting on it, just makes it
get stronger. There's no way through it. So why don't you just step aside and
let me go...play with your little girlfriend."
"Don't think so," Herzer said, backing up steadily and sheathing his mace.
"But thanks for the information..."
* * *
"...you stupid motherfisker," Herzer continued, with the communicator shut
off. He pulled off one of the thigh magnets and extended the cord, spinning it
around and then tossing it to the right of the council member.
The cord was five meters long and there wasn't more than three meters between
them. So when it got to the end of the tether, the magnet swung to the left
until the line hit the field around the Keyholder. At which point, the magnet
started circling him in a "degrading orbit", spinning faster and faster as the
gravity field, which was pulling to the right and increasing the spin, got
brighter and brighter.
When the magnet finally impacted on the field it bounced and started to
rewind only to be wound tighter by the gravitic impulse. As soon as it was
tight, Herzer planted his feet and leaned back and sideways, pulling the
Keyholder off his feet and spinning him around in an arc, letting go when
Reyes was well off the deck and drifting towards the rear of the ship. As
Reyes past, Herzer gave him an added little tap outwards. Best to be sure.
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Reyes flew away soundlessly, his thrashing arms entrapped by the field and
the cord that wrapped it. Well, he was probably screaming, Herzer thought, but
it wasn't as if anyone could hear it. Herzer watched as the Keyholder drifted
rapidly towards the rear of the ship and then walked in that direction to make
sure he was really gone. He could think of about four ways Reyes might live,
and he wanted to make sure none of them happened.
Reyes continued more or less to the rear of the ship, drifting outwards
slightly. The ship generated a very small gravity field, thus the term
"microgravity", and it was possible he could still be pulled down to the deck.
The "upward" vector had slowed noticeably as Herzer watched. That was, until
he past the protective guards around the ion cannons. Those extended out a
meter from the hull and Herzer had been slightly worried that Reyes might
figure out a way to snag one. Once he was beyond the guards, he was very much
in deep space. Of course, he might still call on Mother for help. Couldn't
have that.
"Evan, you in engineering?" Herzer asked.
"Yes," Evan said. "The Durgar are gone. They all just left, even before
Captain Van Buskirk could get to them. He says their headed towards the
control room."
"Much good it will do them," Herzer said, watching the rapidly dwindling
council member. "Evan, do me a favor."
"What?" Evan asked.
"Hit the main engine start," Herzer replied.
"You're serious?" Evan asked.
"Yep," Herzer said. "Can you start it?"
"Easy," Evan replied, curiously. "I'll do it right now. But why? It's only
going to send us that much faster to earth."
"I just want to see what happens," Herzer said, standing about a meter behind
the blast shield.
"Engaging...now."
The space behind the ship was suddenly lit by a blue glare, so fierce that
Herzer quickly dropped his solar goggles over his eyes. The council member,
however, was noticeable even in the glare. The edge of the field had impacted
the grav field around the council member, which had brightened even beyond the
glare of the excited ions exiting the rear of the ship.
Herzer felt himself very slightly pushed to the rear of the ship and stuck
one hand out to brace against the blast shield. He kept his eye on the council
member's bright figure, though, until with a final blast of fire, it winked
out.
"Kill it," Herzer said a second later, blinking his eyes.
"Done," Evan said as the blue glare of the drive dissipated. "What was that
all about?"
"A physics experiment," Herzer replied. "Megan, honey, you okay?"
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