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Victory
Del Rey, Lester
Published:
1955
Type(s):
Short Fiction, Science Fiction, War
Source:
http://gutenberg.org
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About Del Rey:
Lester del Rey (Ramon Felipe Alvarez-del Rey) (June 2, 1915 - May 10,
1993) was an American science fiction author and editor. According to
Lawrence Watt-Evans, his birth name was actually Leonard Knapp.
Source: Wikipedia
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Chapter
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From above came the sound of men singing. Captain Duke O'Neill
stopped clipping his heavy black beard to listen. It had been a long time
since he'd heard such a sound—longer than the time since he'd last had a
bath or seen a woman. It had never been the singing type of war. Yet
now even the high tenor of old Teroini, who lay on a pad with neither
legs nor arms, was mixed into the chorus. It could mean only one thing!
As if to confirm his thoughts, Burke Thompson hobbled past the cabin,
stopping just long enough to shout. "Duke, we're home! They've sighted
Meloa!"
"Thanks," Duke called after him, but the man was hobbling out of
sight, eager to carry the good news to others.
Fourteen years, Duke thought as he dragged out his hoarded bottle of
water and began shaving. Five since he'd seen Ronda on his last leave.
Now the battered old wreck that was left of the flagship was less than an
hour from home base, and the two other survivors of the original fleet of
eight hundred were limping along behind. Three out of eight hun-
dred—but they'd won! Meloa had her victory.
And far away, Earth could rest in unearned safety for a while.
Duke grimaced bitterly. It was no time to think of Earth now. He
shucked off his patched and filthy clothes and reached for the dress
grays he had laid out in advance; at least they were still in good condi-
tion, almost unused. He dressed slowly, savoring the luxury of clean
clothes. The buttons gave him trouble; his left hand looked and behaved
almost like a real one, but in the three years since he got it, there had
been no chance to handle buttons.
Then he mastered the trick and stepped back to study the final results.
He didn't look bad. Maybe a little gaunt and in need of a good haircut.
But his face hadn't aged as much as he had thought. The worst part was
the pasty white where his beard had covered his face, but a few days un-
der Meloa's sun would fix that. Maybe he could spend a month with
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Ronda at a beach. He still had most of his share of his salary—nearly a
quarter million Meloan credits; even if the rumors of inflation were true,
that should be enough.
He stared at his few possessions, then shrugged and left them. He
headed up the officers' lift toward the control room, where he could see
Meloa swim into view and later see the homeport of Kordule as they
landed.
The pilot and navigator were replacements, sent out to bring the old
ship home, and their faces showed none of the jubilation of the crew.
They nodded at him as he entered, staring toward the screens without
expression. Aside from the blueness of their skins and the complete ab-
sence of hair, they looked almost human, and Duke had long since
stopped thinking of them as anything else.
"How long?" he asked.
The pilot shrugged. "Half an hour, captain. We're too low on fuel to
wait for clearance, even if control is working. Don't worry. There'll be
plenty of time to catch the next ship to Earth."
"Earth?" Duke glowered at him, suspecting a joke, but there was no
humor on the blue face. "I'm not going back!" Then he frowned. "What's
an Earth ship doing on Meloa?"
The navigator exchanged a surprised look with the pilot, and nodded
as if some signal had passed between them. His voice was as devoid of
expression as his face. "Earth resumed communication with us the day
the truce was signed," he answered. He paused, studying Duke. "They're
giving free passage back to Earth to all terran veterans, captain."
Nice of them, Duke thought. They were willing to let the men who'd
survived come back, just as they hadn't forbidden anyone to go. Very
nice! They could keep their world—and all the other coward planets like
them! When the humanoid world of Meloa had been attacked by the in-
sectile monsters from Throm, Earth could have ended the invasion in a
year, as those with eyes to see had urged her. But she hadn't chosen to
do so. Instead, she had stepped back on her high retreat of neutrality,
and let the Throm aliens do as they liked. It wasn't the first time she'd ac-
ted like that, either.
With more than half of the inhabited planets occupied by various
monsters, it seemed obvious that the humanoid planets had to make a
common stand. If Meloa fell, it would be an alien stepping stone that
could lead back eventually to Earth itself. And once the monsters
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realized that Earth was unwilling to fight, her vast resources would no
longer scare them—she'd be only a rich plum, ripe for the plucking.
When Duke had been one of the first to volunteer for Meloa, he had
never realized his home world could refuse to join the battle. He'd be-
lieved in Earth and humanity then. He'd waited through all the grim
days when it seemed Throm must win—when the absence of replace-
ments proved the communiques from Meloa to be nothing but hopeful
lies. But there had been no help. Earth's neutrality remained unshaken.
And now, after fourteen years in battle hell, helping to fight off a
three-planet system of monsters that might have swarmed against all the
humanoid races, Earth was willing to forgive him and take him back to
the shame of his birthright!
"I'm staying," he said flatly. "Unless you Meloans want to kick me out
now?"
The pilot swung around, dropping a quick hand on his shoulder.
"Captain," he said, "that isn't something to joke about. We won't forget
that there would be no Meloa today without men like you. But we can't
ask you to stay. Things have changed—insanely. The news we sent to the
fleet was pure propaganda!"
"We guessed that," Duke told him. "We knew the Throm ships. And
when the dispatches reported all those raids without any getting
through, we stopped reading them. How many did penetrate, anyhow?"
"Thirty-one full raids," the navigator said woodenly. "Thirty-one in the
last four months!"
"Thirty-one! What happened to the home fleet?"
"We broke it up and sent it out for your replacements," the pilot
answered dully. "It was the only chance we had to win."
Duke swallowed the idea slowly. He couldn't picture a planet giving
up its last protection for a desperate effort to end the war on purely of-
fensive drive. Three billion people watching the home fleet take off,
knowing the skies were open for all the hell that a savage enemy could
send! On Earth, the World Senate hadn't permitted the building of one
battleship, for fear of reprisal.
He swung to face the ports, avoiding the expression on the faces of the
two Meloans. He'd felt something of the same on his own face when he'd
first inspected Throm. But it couldn't be that bad on Meloa; she'd won
her hard-earned victory!
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