Sector General by James White

Author:James White
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Combined Operation

They emerged into normal space at a point whose coordinates placed them far out on the galactic rim and where the brightest object to be seen was a nearby sun burning coldly against a faint powdering of stars. But as Conway stared through Control's direct vision port, it became obvious that the emptiness was only apparent, because suddenly both the radar and long-range sensor displays were indicating two contacts, very close together and just under two thousand kilometers distant. For the next few minutes Conway expected to be ignored.

"Control, Power Room," Captain Fletcher said briskly. "I want maximum thrust in five minutes. Astrogator, give me the numbers to put us alongside that trace, and the ETA."

Lieutenants Chen and Dodds, seven decks below and a few feet away respectively, acknowledged. Then Lieutenant Haslam, from the Communications position, joined in.

"Sir," he said without taking his attention from his displays, "the sensor readings suggest that the larger trace has the mass, configuration, and antennae deployment of a scoutship engaged in survey duty. The other trace is currently unidentifiable, but relative positions might indicate a recent collision."

"Very well," the Captain said. He touched his transmit stud and, speaking slowly and distinctly, he went on, "This is the ambulance ship Rhabwar, operating out of Sector Twelve General Hospital, responding to your distress beacon released six plus hours ago. We will close with you in—"

"Fifty-three minutes," Dodds supplied.

"—If you are able to communicate, please identify yourselves, specify the nature of your trouble, and list the type and number of casualties."

In the supernumerary's position Conway leaned forward intently, even though the difference of a few centimeters could not affect the clarity of any incoming message. But when the voice did come it sounded apologetic rather than distressed...

"The Monitor Corps scoutship Tyrell here, Major Nelson commanding," it said. "It was our distress beacon, but we released it on behalf of the wreck you see beside us. Our medical officer isn't sure, you understand, because its medical experience covers only three species, but it thinks that there may still be life on board."

"Doctor—" the Captain began, looking across at Conway. But before he could go on, Haslam was reporting again.

"Sir! Another, no, two more traces. Similar mass and configuration as the distressed vessel. Also smaller, widely scattered pieces of metallic wreckage."

"That's the other reason why we released our beacon," Nelson's voice sounded from Tyrell. "We don't have your long-range sensor equipment—our stuff is chiefly photo-optical and computing gear associated with survey work—but this area seems to be littered with wreckage and, while I don't entirely agree with my medic that some of it must contain survivors, the possibility does exist that—"

"You were quite right to call for help, Captain Nelson," Conway said, breaking in. "We would much rather answer a dozen false alarms than risk missing one which might mean a rescue. Space accidents being what they are, most distress calls are answered too late in any case. However, Captain, as a matter of urgency we need the

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