douglashill.galacticwarlord-第2部分
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The crack of bone breaking was nearly drowned by Crask's shriek of pain。 As the needle…gun sailed away into darkness； Keill had already flexed his body like a spring and e to his feet。
Crask had staggered and half…fallen； clutching his shattered wrist and moaning。 The club…wielder whom Keill had felled was struggling to his feet； the second one had just begun to bring up his club。 Keill moved again with the same bewildering speed； slipping under the raised weapon。 A rib crunched as Keill's elbow slammed into the thick chest； and the man screamed and collapsed。 In the same motion Keill lashed out with his left foot； the blow perfectly timed； burying the point of his toe in the first club…wielder's bulging paunch； sending him hurtling back to collide with the knife…man； both sprawling。
The knife…man picked himself up； staring wide…eyed at Keill； who stood quietly； waiting。 Then the therm…blade drew a glowing curve in the air as the man's hand swept back； and threw。
As the white…hot knife spun towards him Keill seemed to sway aside almost lazily。 But the other man's eye was not quick enough to follow the movement of the legionary's hand as it flashed up and plucked the knife from the air by its insulated handle。
In a continuation of the same blurred movement； Keill pressed the stud that deactivated the blade； and with a snap of wrist and forearm hurled the knife back。
He had thrown to deliver the knife hilt…first； for he had no wish to kill。 The heavy handle made a dull smack as it struck the knife's owner exactly between the eyes。 He toppled backwards and lay still。
Keill stepped past the crumpled forms of the two club…wielders and took hold of the collar of Crask's coverall； effortlessly jerking the bulky form to a sitting position。
'I want what information you have；' he said quietly； 'and I want it now。'
'You bust m' arm！' Crask groaned； almost sobbing。
Keill tightened his grip； twisting so the collar bit into the thick neck。 'Your neck will break as easily。'
'Don't … wait！' Crask shouted； half…choking。 'I'll tell y' ！'
'Go on。' The steely grip eased a fraction。
'Don't really know much；' Crask mumbled。
Keill's other hand came round； palm under Crask's heavy jaw； bending the neck back。 'After all this； you had better know something；' he said grimly。
'Wait！ All right！' Again the grip eased； and Crask； gasping； began to spill out words。 'Just bar…talk； see？ Weeks back。 When everybody was talkin' about your planet； wonderin' how it happened； lots of rumours。'
'What kind of rumours ？'
'Just space talk。 You know。 One figures a sun flare； another figures a collision with somethin' from space。 Nobody knows。 Then one fella； freighterman； he says he's seen some legionaries。 Two； three of 'em。 An' they're like you … lookin' for others。'
'What did this freighterman say about them ？'
'Not much。 He didn't talk to them。 One of them was a real big son … dangerous lookin'。 But this fella； the freighterman； he heard that these legionaries were aimin' to set up a base somewhere。'
Urgency made Keill's grip tighten again on the collar。 'Where？'
'Listen； go easy； will y' ？' Crask pawed weakly at the fierce grip。 'Somewhere out near Saltrenius。 That's all he said … truth。 Don't know nothin' more。'
Without a word Keill flung the man aside and turned to move swiftly towards his ship。 Despite his control； his pulse had quickened； his eyes were bright； tendrils of hope rose within him。 He had heard tales of legionaries being seen； had followed them all down to their ultimate dead ends。 But this was different。 A fixed base； of course！ It was the right thing to do … and then from it send out the word to be picked up by any other survivors from Moros； to gather them in。
Above him the blunt wedge…shape of his ship loomed。 He sprang up the ramp and through the hatch of the airlock； sealing it behind him ready for space。 Strapping himself into the padded slingseat； he swiftly activated the control panel； feeding details into his guidance puter。 Around him the life…support system hummed sweetly into action； and in moments the ship rose howling into the night； on a towering pillar of almost invisible energy。
As he hurtled through the territorial space of Coranex； Keill brought himself under control； regaining his calm； his patience。 His eyes and hands automatically monitored the precision of his departure orbit； while his mind just as automatically sorted through the details of the journey ahead。 He knew his fuel core was getting near to needing replenishment； but it would probably last。 His air renewal； food concentrates and the rest would also hold out。 Thankfully； he would need no stopovers till he reached the planet Saltrenius。
Idly he wondered why the group of legionaries … two？ three？ … would choose such a place。 A sparsely inhabited world； in a minor system； well off the major spaceways。 What could it offer ？ And who； he wondered； was the big legionary whom Crask's freighterman had described as 'dangerous looking'？
But Keill had learned long before the futility of asking questions that could not be answered。 Answers would e when he reached Saltrenius。
He had reached deep space now； the planet he had just left receding into a small disc of brightness in the rear viewscreen。 The other screens； forward and side； presented the familiar panorama … the unnumbered points of light that made up mankind's Inhabited Galaxy。
Keill's fingertips issued more instructions to his puter； which searched its prodigious memory for the position of the planet Saltrenius； found it； and set its course。
On the viewscreens the points of light shimmered； blurred。 The puter was obediently taking the ship out of planetary drive and into 'Overlight' … in which a ship could cross the breadth of the galaxy in only days。
The viewscreens went blank。 A formless void gathered round Keill and his ship。 In Overlight； he no longer existed in the normal universe。 Moving unfathomable times faster than the speed of light； the ship had entered a non…place； leaving space and time behind it。 Only Keill's inner time sense remained； to note the puter's estimate of arrival at Saltrenius in about ten hours。
He settled back against the slingseat； letting his eyes close wearily。 It had been a long and active night … and somewhere； behind his rigid control； the pain still flamed and seared throughout his body。
Yet he felt a fierce gladness as sleep began to close round him。 At least there was a chance now that he would find others of his kind； before he died。 And perhaps then he would also find answers to all his questions。 Even； if fortune willed it； a chance to wreak the bitter； hate…filled vengeance that blazed within him more fiercely than any physical pain。
But that thought； all thought； faded as he drifted into sleep。 And with sleep； as if from the grey emptiness that surrounded his speeding ship； came the dreams。
Chapter two
The dreams were fragmentary at first； as they always were。 Broken； fleeting visions of a landscape … of a bleak and inhospitable world； dominated by chill expanses of desert； by towering ranges of rock…fanged mountains。
It was Keill Randor's world … the planet Moros； in the system of a white star on the outer reaches of the Inhabited Galaxy。 A harsh world it was； a harsh life it gave to the space colonists who had made it their home so long ago； during the centuries of the Scattering … the time when the human race had spread itself out through the many millions of planets in the galaxy； to seek those thousands that could support human life。
Moros was one of them； for at least it had breathable air； with water and thin vegetation grudgingly available in its central regions。 It also had a variety of its own life forms … the venomous reptiles of many weird shapes； the deadly sand cats； the huge； horned mammoths of the mountains； the tangled vine growths that fed on flesh … all as dangerous and threatening as the desert itself。
Yet they had survived； those early spacefarers … survived and adapted to their new home。 And its rigours made them and their offspring tough； resourceful； self…reliant people； who even so had learned the need for order； stability and discipline in their lives。 There was room for little else； from the beginning； if humans were to survive on Moros。
Yet the discipline was not imposed； from above。 It was accepted； as a religion is accepted； by every human inhabitant of that world。 It was taught to the children before they were weaned。 It became a basic reality of life。
In the same way； as they learned to order and discipline themselves； so the humans of Moros learned to fight to protect themselves。 Fighting； against the alien beasts； the cruel environment； was also a reality of life； was essential for life itself。 The people of Moros taught themselves and their children everything they needed to know for survival； in every kind of deadly circumstance。 And that included a strict schooling in forms of self…defence and bat； unarmed or with a wide array of weaponry。
So the people lived； their numbers grew； even finding a share of contentment and satisfaction in the relentless hardships of their rugged； austere lives。 But Moros was a poor planet； with litt
