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The ship captained by Asodo Hatch was on a collision course with
that which was ruled by his rival. Hatch and his men had suited up
in their deepspace battlearmor. The space armor, and the
lightbattle Weapons Minor which came with those suits, were
powered by corrosion cells, powerpacks in which small quantities
of antimatter were destroyed by controlled contact with normative
matter.
        At the moment, Hatch's MegaCommand Cruiser was still drawing
on its emergency power supplies to maintain its artificial
gravity. So for the moment, all the armor-suited warriors were
firmly orientated to the floor. They were anchoring themselves in
preparation for the opening of the airlocks.
        "All men anchored," said San Kaladan, when he was sure the
job was done.
        "Very well," said Hatch. "Open the airlocks."
        Hatch wanted all his men out of the ship before it collided
with Lupus's helpless craft, so he had no time to cycle his people
through the airlocks in the conventional manner, one or two at a
time. That would have been intolerably slow. So he was going to
open his ship to the night.
        "Opening the airlocks ... now," said San Kaladan.
        All through the MegaCommand Cruiser, airlocks opened. The
ship's atmosphere boiled out into the vacuum, carrying with it a
brief blizzard of papers and unanchored detritus. Hatch felt the
air-tug tide of the venting atmosphere pull at his suit, then
subside.
        "Interior pressure is zero," said San Kaladan.
        "Pressure at zero," acknowledged Hatch.
        Then, with San Kaladan at his side, Hatch left the bridge,
and ventured through the airless corridors of the ship. He moved
clumsily in his armor. The cumbersome armor, black upon black,
was swollen at the joints where extra engineering protected the
machinery. In the corridors, Hatch met with other battle-warriors
similarly suited, their features invisible behind the bulbous
faceplates of helmets. Those faceplates were tinted against
radiation and blast - tinted so heavily that they were almost
black. This was an army of shadows, an army of night. An army of
armored creatures insectile with antennae.
        "Free yourselves," said San Kaladan, seeing that some men
were being slow to free themselves from the various devices which
they had used to anchor themselves as the ship vented its air.
        Hatch clumped ponderously down the corridor to the nearest
airlock. All its doors were jammed open. Open to the night. He
entered the airlock and stood in the last doorway. Stood on the
edge of the immensities of eternity. He could exit simply by
stepping from the ship. By stepping out into the deepness and
darkness of space.
        "Ship's gravity dies in three," said San Kaladan. "Three.
And. Two. And. One. And. None."
        The ship's artificial gravity died away to nothing. Hatch
floated. He took hold of the rim of the airlock's outermost
doorway and hauled himself forward. He began to float outward, out
toward the coldness of deep space.
        As Hatch quit the ship, he felt a wave of coldness sweep over
him. He knew the sensation was entirely psychological, for his
suit insulated him perfectly against the numb death of the vacuum.
        Nevertheless: he felt what he felt, and he could not deny it.
He was still moving, still floating away from his ship,
slowly but surely. If he did nothing to stop himself, he would
float forever. For the time being he chose to do nothing. When the
two MegaCommand Cruisers collided, he did not want to be too
close.
        So Hatch floated in space, his ship sliding through vacuum at
a constant velocity, on a collision course with the helpless hulk
up ahead. From here he could appreciate the huge bulk of the
MegaCommand Cruisers, vast leviathans of the intergalactic depths,
colossal in their menace. Both ships were outlined in the darkness
by patterns of winking lights: electrical emergency beacons which
had come on automatically when their asmas failed. Hatch was
reminded of fish he had read about, fish which lived in the
lightless abysses of the ocean depths, and which were patterned
with self-generated luminescence.

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