The Star Guardsman
By ALBERT DePINA
Europa was the only sanctuary for Earth's
doomed millions. Yet to hold it, Mark Lynn
had to fight his traitorous Overlords. And
he was destined to lose—for his weapons were
antiquated, his allies a fragile peaceful race.
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Planet Stories Winter 1943.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
"Your business?"
The Martian Proctor's parchment-like face was blank as he examined Lynn's pass-card impassively.
"Since when are Internationals given explanations?" Mark Lynn's dark green eyes glowed. "I've been given none."
"In the Council Hall, humility's essential." The tall Martian drew himself erect, arrogantly.