The Skylark of Space.

by Drasper Pellicius

Rating: everyone
Tags: Tragedy, Adventure, Crossover, Alternate Universe, Romance
Length: 1000

Marvelous Pony epic of Science fiction!

Colt scientist ricard seaton has found the secret to the release of ultimate energy. He shall build a spaceship and figure out if this will really work, meanwhile another colt, DuQuesne is on the lookout to kill seaton, and take the idea as his own.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-05-14 01:23:52 UTC

Chapter One: Discovery!

DuQuesne grabbed the powerful glasses and looked through the spaceship’s viewport.

“There’s a dark star dead ahead!” he cried. He sprang to the control board and turned it on to full power.

Margaret cowered back. “What – what’s happening?” she whispered fearfully.

“The star is pulling us straight toward it,” DuQuesne replied. “And no matter how much I turn on, the ship doesn’t respond.

“We’re going to crash right into it – at the speed of light!

“We’re going to die!”

Petrified with Astonishment, Richard Seaton stared after the copper steam-bath upon which, a moment before, he had been electrolyzing his solution of “X,” the unknown metal. As soon as he had removed the beaker with its precious contents the heavy bath had jumped endwise from under his hoof as though it were alive. It had flown with terrific speed over the table, smashing a dozen regent-bottles on its way, and straight on out through the open window. Hastily setting the beaker down, he seized his binoculars and focused them upon the flying bath, which now, to the unaided vision, was merely a speck in the distance. Through the glass he saw that it did not fall to the ground, but continued on in a straight line, it’s rapidly diminishing size aloe showing the enormous velocity at which it was moving. It grew smaller and smaller. In a few seconds it disappeared.

Slowly lowering the binoculars to his side, Seaton turned like a colt in a trance. He stared dazedly at the litter of broken bottles covering the table and then at the empty space under the hood where the bath stood for so many years. Aroused by the entrance of his laboratory helper, he silently motioned him to clean up the wreckage.

“What happened, doctor?”

“Search me, Dan… wish I knew, myself,” Seaton replied, absently lost in wonder at what he had just seen. Ferdinand Scott, a chemist from an adjoining laboratory entered breezily.

“Hello, Dickey, I thought I heard a rack—good Lord! What you been celebrating? Had an explosion!” “Uh-Huh.” Seaton shook his head. “Something funny—darned funny. I can tell you what happened, but that’s all.” He did so, and while he talked he prowled about the big room, examining minutely every instrument, dial, meter, gauge, and indicator in the place. Scott’s face showed in turn interest, surprise, and pitying alarm. “Dick, boy, I don’t know why you wrecked the join, and I don’t know where that yarn came out of a bottle or a needle, but believe me, it stinks. It’s an honest-to-god, bottled-in-bond stinkeroo if I ever heard one. You’d better lay off the stuff, whatever it is.” Seeing that Seaton was paying no attention to him, Scott left the room shaking his head.

Seaton walked slowly to his desk, picked up his blackened and battered briar pipe, and sat down. What could possibly have happened, to result in such a shattering of all the natural laws he knew? An inert mass of metal couldn’t fly off into space without the application of a force—in this case an enormous, a really tremendous force—a force probably of the order of magnitude of atomic energy. But it hadn’t been atomic energy. That was out. Definitely. No hard radiation… His instruments would have indicated and recorded a hundredth of a millimicrocurie, and every one of them had sat placidly on dead-center zero through the whole show. What was that force?

And where? In the cell? The solutions? The bath? Those three places were… all the places there were. Concentrating all the power of his mind—deaf, dumb, and blind to every external thing—he sat motionless, with his forgotten pipe clenched between his teeth. He sat there while most of his fellow chemists finished the day’s work and went home; sat there while the room slowly darkened with the coming of night.

Finally he stood up and turned on the lights, tapping the stem of his pipe against his hoof, he spoke aloud. “Absolutely the only unusual incidents in this whole job were a slight slopping over of the solution onto the copper and the short-circuiting of the wires when I grabbed the beaker… wonder if it will repeat…”

He took a piece of copper wire and dipped it into the solution of the mysterious metal. Upon withdrawing it he saw that the wire had changed its appearance, the X having apparently having replaced a layer of the original metal. Standing well clear of the table, he touched the wire with the conductors. There was a slight spark, a snap, like that of an impact of a rifle bullet, and Seaton saw  with amazement a small round hole where the wire had completely gone through the heavy brick wall. There was power—and howl—but wherever it was, it was a fact. A demonstratable fact. Suddenly he realized that he was hungry; and, glancing at his watch, saw that it was ten o’ clock. And he had had a date with his fiancée at her home, their first dinner since their engagement!

Cursing himself for an idiot, he hastily left the laboratory. Going down the corridor, he saw Marc DuQuesne, a fellow research man, was also working late. He left the building, mounted his motorcycle, and was soon tearing up Connecticut Avenue toward his sweetheart’s home. On the way an idea struck him like a blow of a fist. He forgot even his motorcycle, and only the instinct of the trained rider saved him from the disaster during the next few blocks. As he drew near his destination, however, he made a determined effort to pull himself back together again. “What a stunt!” he muttered ruefully to himself as he considered what he had done. “What a stupid jerk! If she doesn’t give me the bum’s rush for this I’ll never do it again if I live to be a million year old!” he said, continuing down the road to his fiancées. He hoped she wouldn’t be too mad.