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But" he paused and measured his words carefully "if I were you, I wouldn't wait around for Connel or anyone else to blast my life to pieces by sending me to a prison for one little mistake!" The hatch slid closed behind the two spacemen. Roger stood up and began packing a small spaceman's bag. There was a jet liner coming in from Atom City that would make a stop at Venusport.
The two spacemen returned to the first floor of the building and headed for the rear door without so much as a look at the line of frozen guards along the wall. Once outside, they skirted the edge of the building, staying close to the hedge, and then struck out boldly across the canyon floor toward the prison building.
"The best way to find out is to check our rate of fall. I can then gauge the amount of braking power necessary." Behind the two spacemen, Governor Hardy smiled. He stepped forward and tapped Vidac on the shoulder. "Whatever your difficulties coming out here with them, Paul, you've got to admit that they know how to handle this ship." "Yeah," growled Vidac.
Spacemen and Planeteers alike had a way of using the phrase "by Gemini!" Gemini, of course, was the constellation of the Twins, Castor and Pollux. Both were useful stars for astrogation. The Roman horse soldiers of ancient history had sworn "by Gemini," or "by the Twins." The Romans believed the stars were the famous Greek warriors Castor and Pollux, placed in the heavens after their deaths.
There were clerks; laborers; poor but haughty nobles: and wealthy merchants who had long been forced to hide their riches from the dictator's tax-gatherers, and soldiers, and spacemen. "You'd better let some of us go first sir," General Zarvas' orderly, a blood-stained bandage about his head, his uniform in rags, suggested. "You don't know what might be up there." The General shook his head.
Some of the spacemen have been high-vacking for twenty years or more, and they’re tough. They’re as nasty as a Callistan teekal. They like to eat Planeteer junior officers for breakfast." Lieutenant Felipe "Flip" Villa asked, "With salt, Joe?" Major Barris sighed. "No use trying to tell you space-chicks anything.
But all three of the spacemen heard that sound, a far off throbbing rhythm which was a vibration as well. Jellico looked to Tau. "Drums?" "Could be." The medic screwed the cap back on his canteen. "I'd say we have company only I'd like to know what kind!"
Tense, the four spacemen stood watching the graceful movements of the flyer. There were no visible portholes or openings anywhere along its ovoid sides. It might be a robot-controlled ship, it might be anything, Raf thought, even a bomb of sorts. If it was being flown by some human or nonhuman flyer, he was a master pilot. "I don't understand," Soriki moved impatiently.
They may be a problem now, but if they're handled right, they'll turn out to be ace spacemen, they'll " The commander interrupted. "You're pretty sold on them, aren't you, Steve?" "Yes, sir, I am." "You know, tomorrow all the units will be assigned to their personal instructors." "Yes, sir. And I've selected Lieutenant Wolcheck for this unit. He's tough and smart.
She might make the remaining five hundred-something miles, alone...! He just barely managed to accomplish it... There was still a little juice, from his chemical cell, feeding his helmet phone... Now, he thought he heard someone singing raucously one of those improvised doggerel songs of spacemen and Moonmen... Folklore, almost... "If this goddam dust Just holds its crust, I'll get on to hell
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