" Perry Rhodan 0013 - (07) Fortress of The Six Moons" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Rhodan)

intention to rush by the moons near the speed of light, because his mission
was to probe them. Deringhouse had taken some chances. It was known that the
opponent had constructed fortified bases on the six satellites of the fortieth
planet. At least they'd begun to do so as was demonstrated by the
reinforcements which popped out so suddenly from hyperspace. At the moment of
the hyperspatial surprise, Deringhouse knew that the news of this occurrence
had to reach the waiting mother ship and the chief of its daring expedition -
Perry Rhodan. However, the major's thoughts were of necessity concentrating
only on survival. The enemy knew no mercy. Deringhouse noticed a high
shrieking noise in the weak energy bubble which protected his machine. The
ray blast from a barely visible giant ship, registered in the last second,
must have possessed the energy of a miniature sun. 'Too slow, much too slow,'
the speaker bellowed. The faster-than-light Arkonide telecom even now
transmitted perfectly and clearly. The higher order of its impulses was not
affected by static or other normal disturbances. 'I'm stuck in the biggest
mess you ever saw!' Rous kept shouting. 'They'll get me yet! The line of fire
is getting more accurate. What now?' Deringhouse spun his machine around
again. Because of his evasion tactics he could barely get in a shot. Rous
heard his muffled groan and then his strained words: 'You better stay where
you are. If you try to push out, they'll catch you. We can't accelerate at a
fast enough rate to escape their accurate shooting. What's Cal doing?' 'He's
in a tailspin. Going down to Number Forty. I can hardly see him
anymore.' Deringhouse looked around. The furious roaring of his generators
clearly indicated the threat that the inertia forces of his wild manoeuvres
could no longer be absorbed. He was sure that he'd already exceeded the
performance limit a few times. If the shock-absorbing installation quit as a
result of excessive loads, he'd be torn to atoms in his next evasive turn.
This was a law of physics which a relatively weak organism couldn't ignore
without peril. The Topidian ships were optically recognizable on the scanner
screens only when their rotating armed turrets were flashing. However, it took
seconds, or even minutes, for the light to arrive. They had leaped into the
Vega system at long intervals in order to minimize the danger to
themselves. The major's voice came through: 'Let's scram! Direction Vega, but
not too fast. Change your course constantly and steer manually. Automatic
manoeuvres could be too easily calculated. I-!' He heard Rous scream. This
time something flaming and shining which looked endless came shooting
obliquely from above. It was almost as fast as light and, for this reason,
could be seen only at the last moment. The energy detector lost its
usefulness under these circumstances. Deringhouse once again pulled up his
machine with his forward jets. At his moderate speed of barely three thousand
miles per second, relatively tight curves of escape were still possible. Tight
- for a space-fighter pilot who was used to flight curves with a radius of
120,000 miles. At still higher velocities a radius of millions of miles was
common. Here in the seemingly infinite empty space distances lost their
meanings. They shrank until they became negligible at top velocity. There was
a signal from the major's sensors. The Characteristic outline of a Topidian
ship appeared on the small visiscreen, no larger than a hand. It was long,
pencil thin and showed a bulging ring around its centre. Deringhouse knew that
the enemy, thinking in non-human terms, had installed the engines and the most
important machinery in these central extrusions. Humans and the humanoid