Very well, then, we'll see you over there. We are just about out of air, but it will take only a minute or so to reach Uhal.
But that would not do either, of course. Argument took too much time. He would have to use force, and he had better call up reenforcements. Darjeeb hurled mental orders to a henchman far below, threw out his magnetic grapples, and turned on a broad, low-powered beam.
Open up or die! he ordered. I do not want to blast you open—but time presses, and I will do so if I must!
That treatment was effective, as the Uhalian had been pretty certain that it would be. Pure heat is hard to take. The outer portal opened and Darjeeb, after donning his armor and checking his ray-gun, picked Luda up and swung nonchalantly out into space. Luda was tough enough so that a little vacuum wouldn't hurt her—much. Inside the lifeboat he tossed his trussed-up captive into an unoccupied corner and strode purposefully toward the control board.
I want to know—right now—what it is that makes this ship to be without inertia, he radiated harshly.
The Chickladorian at the board—the only male aboard the lifeboat—was very plainly in bad shape. He had been fighting off unconsciousness for hours. The beaming had not done him a bit of good. Nevertheless he paid no attention to the invading monstrosity's relayed demand, but concentrated what was left of his intelligence upon his visibeam communicator.
"You'll have to hurry it up," he said quietly, in "spaceal", the lingua franca of deep space. "The ape's aboard and means business. I'm blacking out, I'm afraid, but I've left the lock open for you. Take over, pal!"
Darjeeb had been probing vainly at the pink biped's mind. Most peculiar—a natural mind-block of tremendous power!
Tell him to give me what I want to know or I will squeeze it out of his very brain, he directed the Manarkan girl.