“Listen, you Venusian throwback! One more word out of you and—”
“All right, you two!” broke in Tom good-naturedly. “Enough’s enough! Come on. We’ve got just enough time to run up to the mess hall and grab a good meal before we check the ship.”
“That’s for me,” said Astro. “I’ve been eating those concentrates so long my stomach thinks I’ve turned into a test tube.”
Astro referred to the food taken along on space missions. It was dehydrated and packed in plastic containers to save weight and space. The concentrates never made a satisfactory meal, even though they supplied everything necessary for a healthful diet.
A few moments later the three members of the Polaris stood on the main slidewalk, an endless belt of plastic, powered by giant subsurface rollers, being carried from the spaceport to the main academy administration building, the great gleaming Tower of Galileo.
Space Academy, the university of the planets, was set among the low hills of the western part of the North American continent. Here, in the nest of fledgling spacemen, boys from Earth and the colonies of Venus and Mars learned the complex science that would enable them to reach unlimited heights; to rocket through the endless void of space and visit new worlds on distant planets millions of miles from Earth.
This was the year 2353—the age of space! A time when boys dreamed only of becoming Space Cadets at Space Academy, to learn their trade and later enter the mighty Solar Guard, or join the rapidly expanding merchant space service that sent out great fleets of rocket ships daily to every corner of the solar system.
As the slidewalk carried the three cadets between the buildings that surrounded the grassy quadrangle of the Academy, Tom looked up at the Tower of Galileo dominating the entire area.
“You know,” he began haltingly, “every time I go near this place I get a lump in my throat!”
“Yeah,” breathed Astro, “me too.”
Roger made no comment. His eyes were following the path of the giant telescope reflector that moved in a slow arc, getting into position for the coming night’s observations. Tom followed his gaze to the massive domed building, housing the giant one-thousand-inch reflector.
“You think we’ll ever go as far into the deep with a rocket ship as we can see with the big eye?” he asked.
“I dunno,” replied Roger. “That thing can penetrate other star systems in our galaxy. And that’s a long way off!”
“Nearest thing to us is Alpha Centauri in our own galaxy, and that’s twenty-three and a half million million miles away,” commented Astro.
“That’s not so far,” argued Tom. “Only a few months ago the Solar Alliance sent out a scientific exploration to take a look at that baby.”
“Musta been some hop,” commented Roger.
“Hey!” cried Tom suddenly. “There’s Alfie Higgins!” He pointed in the direction of another slidewalk moving at right angles to their own. The cadet that he singled out on the slidewalk was so thin and small he looked emaciated. He wore glasses and at the moment was absorbed in a paper he held in his hand.
“Well, what do you know!” cried Astro. “The Brain!”
Roger punched Astro in the mid-section. “If you were as smart as he is, you big grease monkey, you’d be O.K.”
“Nah!” replied Astro. “If I was as smart as Alfie, I’d be scared. And besides, what do I need to be smart for? I’ve got you, haven’t I?”
When they drew near the other slidewalk, the three members of the Polaris unit skipped lightly over and jostled their way past other riders to the slightly built cadet.
“Alfie!” Tom yelled and slapped the cadet on the back. Alfie turned, his glasses knocked askew by Tom’s blow, and eyed the three Polaris members calmly.
“It gives me great pleasure to view your countenances again, Cadets Corbett, Manning, and Astro,” he said solemnly, nodding to each one.
Astro twisted his face into a grimace. “What’d he say, Roger?”
“He’s happy to see you,” Roger translated.
“Well, in that case,” beamed Astro, “I’m happy to see you too, Alfie!”
“What’s the latest space dope around the Academy, Alfie?” asked Tom. “What’s this?” he indicated the paper in Alfie’s hand.
“By the sheerest of coincidences I happen to have a copy of your new assignment!” replied Alfie.
Tom, Roger, and Astro looked at each other in surprise.
“Well, come on, spaceman,” urged Roger. “Give us the inside info. Where are we going?”
Alfie tucked the paper in his inside pocket and faced Roger. He cleared his throat and spoke in measured tones. “Manning, I have high regard for your personality, your capabilities, and your knowledge, all of which makes you an outstanding cadet. But even you know that I occupy a position of trust as cadet courier for Commander Walters and the administrative staff. I am not at liberty to mention anything that I would have occasion to observe while in the presence of Commander Walters or the staff. Therefore, you will please refrain from questioning me any further regarding the contents of these papers!”
Roger’s jaw dropped. “Why, you human calculator, you were the one who brought it up in the first place! I oughta knock off that big head of yours!”
Tom and Astro laughed.
“Lay off, Roger,” said Tom. “You ought to know Alfie couldn’t talk if he wanted to! We’ll just have to wait until Captain Strong is ready to tell us what our next assignment will be!”
By this time the slidewalk had carried them to the front of the main dormitory, and the wide doors were crowded with members of the Space Academy Corps heading in for the evening meal. From all corners of the quadrangle, the slidewalks carried Earthworms in their green uniforms, upper-class cadets in deep blue, enlisted spacemen in scarlet red, and Solar Guard officers in their striking uniforms of black and gold. Chatting and laughing, they all were entering the great building.
The Polaris unit was well known among other cadet units, and they were greeted heartily from all sides. As Astro and Roger joked with various cadet units, forming up in front of the slidestairs leading down to the mess halls, Alfie turned to take a slidestairs going up. Suddenly he stopped, grabbed Tom by the shoulders, and whispered in his ear. Just as abruptly he turned and raced up the ascending slidestairs.
“What was that about?” asked Roger, as Tom stood staring after the little cadet.
“Roger—he—he said our next assignment would be one of the great experiments in space history. Something to be done that—that hasn’t ever been done before!”
“Well, blast my jets!” said Astro. “What do you suppose it is?”
“Ahhh,” sneered Roger, “I’ll bet it’s nothing more than taking some guinea pigs to see how they react to Jovian gravity. That’s never been done before either! Why can’t we get something exciting for a change?”
Tom laughed. “Come on, you bloodthirsty adventurer, I’m starved!”
But Tom knew that Alfie Higgins didn’t get excited easily, and his eyes were wide and his voice trembled when he had whispered his secret to Tom.
The Polaris unit was due to embark on a great new adventure!
CHAPTER 2
“All O.K. here on the relay circuit,” yelled Astro through the intercom from the power deck.
“O.K.,” answered Tom. “Now try out the automatic blowers for the main tubes!”
“Wanta give me a little juice for the radar antenna, Astro?” called Roger from the radar deck.
“In a minute, Manning, in a minute,” growled Astro. “Only got two hands, you know.”
“You should learn to use your feet,” quipped Roger. “Any normal Venusian can do just as much with his toes as he can with his fingers!”
Back and forth the bantering had gone for twelve hours, while the three members of the Polaris unit tested, checked, adjusted, and rechecked the many different circuits, relays, junction boxes, and terminals in the miles of delicate wiring woven through the ship. Now, as dawn be
gan to creep pink and gray over the eastern horizon, they made their last-minute search through the cavernous spaceship for any doubtful connections. Satisfied there were none, the three weary cadets assembled on the control deck and sipped the hot tea that Manning had thoughtfully prepared.
“You know, by the time we get out of the Academy I don’t think there’ll be a single inch of this space wagon that I haven’t inspected with my nose,” commented Roger in a tired voice.
The three weary cadets assembled on the control deck
“You know you love it, Manning,” said Astro, who, though as tired as Tom and Roger, could still continue to work if necessary. His love for the mighty atomic rocket motors, and his ability to repair anything mechanical, was already a legend around the Academy. He cared for the power deck of the Polaris as if it were a baby.
“Might as well pack in and grab some sleep before we report to Captain Strong,” said Tom. “He might have us blasting off right away, and I, for one, would like to sleep and sleep and then sleep some more!”
“I’ve been thinking about what Alfie had to say,” said Roger. “You know, about this being a great adventure.”
“What about it?” asked Astro.
“Well, you don’t give this kind of overhaul for just a plain, short hop upstairs.”
“You think it might be something deeper?” asked Astro softly.
“Whatever it is,” said Tom, getting up, “we’ll need sleep.” He rose, stretched, and walked wearily to the exit port. Astro and Roger followed him out, and once again they boarded the slidewalk for the trip back to the main dormitory and their quarters on the forty-second floor. A half hour later the three members of the Polaris were sound asleep.
* * * *
Early morning found Captain Steve Strong in his quarters, standing at the window and staring blankly out over the quadrangle. In his left hand he clutched a sheaf of papers. He had just reread, for the fifth time, a petition for reinstatement of space papers for Al Mason and Bill Loring. It wasn’t easy, as Strong well knew, to deprive a man of his right to blast off and rocket through space, and the papers in question, issued only by the Solar Guard, comprised the only legal license to blast off.
Originally issued as a means of preventing overzealous Earthmen from blasting off without the proper training or necessary physical condition, which resulted in many deaths, space papers had gradually become the only effective means of controlling the vast expanding force of men who made space flight their life’s work. With the establishment of the Spaceman’s Code a hundred years before, firm rules and regulations for space flight had been instituted. Disobedience to any part of the code was punishable by suspension of papers and forfeiture of the right to blast off.
One of these rules stated that a spaceman was forbidden to blast off without authorization or clearance for a free orbit from a central traffic control. Bill Loring and Al Mason were guilty of having broken the regulation. Members of the crew of the recent expedition to Tara, a planet in orbit around the sun star Alpha Centauri, they had taken a rocket scout and blasted off without permission from Major Connel, the commander of the mission, who, in this case, was authorized traffic-control officer. Connel had recommended immediate suspension of their space papers. Mason and Loring had petitioned for a review, and, to assure impartial judgment, Commander Walters had sent the petition to one of his other officers to make a decision. The petition had landed on Strong’s desk.
Strong read the petition again and shook his head. The facts were too clear. There had been flagrant disregard for the rules and there was no evidence to support the suspended spacemen’s charge that they had been unjustly accused by Connel. Strong’s duty was clear. He had to uphold Major Connel’s action and suspend the men for a year.
Once the decision was made, Strong put the problem out of his mind. He walked to his huge circular desk and began sorting through the day’s orders and reports. On the top of the pile of papers was a sealed envelope, bordered in red and marked “classified.” It was from Commander Walters’ office. Thoughtfully he opened it and read:
To: Captain Steve Strong:
Cadet Supervisor, Polaris Unit
Upon receipt of this communication, you are ordered to transfer the supervisory authority of the cadet unit designated as POLARIS unit; i.e., Cadets Tom Corbett, Roger Manning, and Astro, and the command of the rocket cruiser Polaris, to the command and supervisory authority of Major Connel for execution of mission as outlined herein:
1. To test range, life, and general performance of audio communications transmitter, type X21.
2. To test the above-mentioned transmitter under conditions of deep space flight.
3. This test to take place on the planet Tara, Alpha Centauri.
This communication and all subsequent information relative to above-mentioned mission shall be classified as topmost secret.
Signed: Walters,
Commandant, Space Academy
“So that’s it,” he thought. “A hop into deep space for the Polaris unit!” He smiled. “The cadets of the Polaris unit are in for a little surprise in two ways,” he thought. “One from the mission and one from Major Connel!”
He almost laughed out loud as he turned to the small desk teleceiver at his elbow. He pressed a button immediately below the screen and it glowed into life to reveal a young man in the uniform of the enlisted guard.
“Yes, Captain Strong?” he asked.
“Call the cadets of the Polaris unit,” Strong ordered. “Have them report to me here on the double!”
“Aye, aye, sir.”
Strong started to turn the set off, but the enlisted man added, “By the way, sir, Al Mason and Bill Loring are here to see you.”
“Oh—well—” Strong hesitated.
“They’re quite anxious to know if you’ve reached any decision regarding their petition for reinstatement.”
“Mmm—yes, of course. Very well, send them in.”
“Aye, aye, sir.”
The teleceiver screen blackened. In a moment the door opposite Strong’s desk slid back, and Loring and Mason stepped into the office. They shambled forward and stopped in front of the huge desk, obviously ill at ease.
Strong stood up, holding their petition in his hand, and glanced over it briefly even though he knew its contents by heart. He motioned to near-by chairs. “Sit down, please,” he said.
The two spacemen settled themselves uncomfortably on the edge of their chairs and waited expectantly as Strong continued to look at the paper.
Loring finally broke the heavy silence.
“Well, Captain Strong, have you made a decision?” he asked. Loring was a heavy-set man, in his middle forties. He needed a shave, and when he talked, his mouth twisted into an ugly grimace.
“Hope it’s in our favor, sir,” suggested Mason. He was shorter than Loring and, seated, his feet hardly reached the floor. His eyes darted nervously about the huge room, and he kept rolling a dirty black spaceman’s cap in his hands.
“Yes, I’ve reached a decision,” said Strong slowly. He faced the two men and looked at both of them with a steady cold stare. “I’ve decided to sustain Major Connel’s action. You are both grounded for the next twelve months. Earth months!”
“What?” shouted Loring, jumping to his feet. He banged his fist down on the desk and leaned over, his face close to Strong’s. “You can’t do that to us!”
Captain Strong didn’t move. “I can,” he said coldly. “And I have.”
“But—but—” Mason began to whine. “But space flight is all we know! How will we live?”
Strong sat down and leaned back in his chair to get away from the foul odor of Loring’s breath. He stared at the two men.
“You should have thought of that before you stole a rocket scout from the expedition and made an unauthorized flight while on Tara,” Strong replied. “You’re lucky you’re not accused, tried, and convicted of theft of a Solar Guard spaceship!”
“We had permissi
on to take that flight,” snarled Loring. “That Major Connel is so blasted space happy he forgot he gave us permission. Then when we came back, he slapped us in the brig!”
“Do you have any proof of that?” asked Strong.
“No! But it’s our word against his!” He slammed his hat down on the desk and shook his finger in Strong’s face. “You haven’t any right to take away our papers just on the say-so of a lousy Solar Guard officer who thinks he’s king of the universe!”
“Take your filthy hat off my desk, Loring!” barked Strong. “And watch your language!”
Loring realized he had made a mistake and tried to backtrack. “Well, I apologize for that. But I don’t apologize for saying he thinks he’s—”
“Major Connel has been in the Solar Guard for thirty years,” said Strong emphatically. “He’s been awarded the Solar Medal three times. No other living spaceman has achieved that! Not even Commander Walters! He rose through the ranks of the enlisted Solar Guard and was commissioned as an officer of the Solar Guard in space during an emergency. He qualifies higher than any other spaceman, and he has never been found to be unjust! He’s one of the finest spacemen ever to hit the wide, deep, and high!” Strong stopped, choked for breath, and turned away. It wasn’t often he lost his temper, but something had to be said in defense of his fellow officer, and particularly since that officer was Connel. He turned back to face the two spacemen, and his voice was hard and cold again.
“You are hereby suspended from space flight for twelve Earth months. Any further petition for appeal of this decision will be denied!”
“All right! All right, Mr. Big!” snapped Loring. “Does this mean we can’t even ride as passengers?”
“No rights under the Universal Bill of Rights of the Solar Alliance have been denied you, except that of actively participating in the flight of a spaceship!”
The signal bell of the teleceiver began to chime softly, and on the desk the teleceiver screen glowed again. “Cadets Corbett, Manning, and Astro are here for their assignments, sir,” announced the enlisted man outside.
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