by Marcus L. Rowland
Kimball Kinnison was eating lunch when he felt the malevolent mind at another table. Thoughts... no, memories... of genocide, and an approaching armada that would wipe mankind from the galaxy. He reached out with his Lens and contacted Port Admiral Haynes. "Android fleet coming in hot, fast and stupid, approach vector..." He went on for nearly a minute, describing the Cylons as he dragged details from the blonde's mind.
"On it," Haynes replied.
27,260 control stations activated, turning the solar system into a giant vacuum tube, the sun its emitter. For ten seconds the sun dimmed, most of its energy diverted into a single beam of radiation.
"That's it," thought Haynes, surprised. "No force fields, they're vaporised. We won't need another shot."
"Almost right," Kinnison responded. "One loose end here, probably a few more to track down around the system." He drew his DeLameter and fired a needle of energy into 6's brain.
"Is that it?"
"According to the android there's a refugee fleet heading this way; they need to be stopped and searched for more infiltrators, and there was something about their leader being a drug addict. Better treat the whole fleet as suspects..."
"Just what we need, more zwilniks..."
Author's note: E.E. "Doc" Smith's Galactic Patrol were firm believers in peace through superior firepower, and their weapons included the Sunbeam, the entire output of the sun diverted into an energy beam, planets that could be thrown at an enemy attack at FTL velocities, and the "negasphere," which appears to be a controlled black hole. A "Zwilnik" is a drug pusher. There is very little similarity between the novels and the Lensman anime film.