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Updated: May 10, 2025
"I see you learned fast, kid!" said Loring with a crooked smile. "I wouldn't trust Shinny as far as I could throw a comet!" Mason laughed loudly. The other three merely glared at him, and he stopped abruptly. "Here's the proposition, Manning," said Loring, leaning across the table. "I've gotta ship and I wanta make a hop into deep space. I want you to do the astrogation!"
"Remain there until the tube is returned to you in the red slot. Take it back to your desk." She paused and glanced down at her desk. "Now, there are four possible classifications for a cadet. Control-deck officer, which includes leadership and command. Astrogation officer, which includes radar and communications. And power-deck officer for engine-room operations.
And he knew that the major’s specialty was the Planeteer science of exploration. Barris’s specialty required him to be an expert in biology, zoology, anthropology, navigation and astrogation, and in land fighting. Not to mention a half dozen other lesser things. Only ten Planeteers rated expert in exploration and all were captains or majors. "Where are you going?" Rip asked.
"On these tests you will be timed for both efficiency and speed and you'll use all the tables, charts and astrogation equipment that you'd find in a spaceship. Your problems are purely mathematical. There are no decisions to make. Just use your head." Strong handed Roger several sheets of paper containing written problems. Roger shuffled them around in his fingers, giving each a quick glance.
The next case yielded a set of astrogation instruments, carefully cradled in a soft, rubbery plastic. Rip left them in the case and put them to one side. As he did so, Sergeant Major Koa let out a whistle of surprise. "Lieutenant, look at this!" Corporal Santos exclaimed, "Well, stonker me for a stupid space squid! Do they expect us to find any people on this asteroid?"
Darthian gentlemen all, Hoddan's followers still gazed and floated over the plunder tucked everywhere. It crowded the living quarters. It threatened to interfere with the astrogation of the ship. Hoddan came out of the control room and was annoyed. "Break it up!" he snapped. "Pack that stuff away somewhere! What do you think this is?"
"Then, do you think he's acting up because Corbett is the nominal head of the unit? Does he feel that he should be the command cadet in the control deck instead of Corbett?" "No," replied Dr. Dale. "Not at all. I'm sure he intentionally missed problems about control deck and command in his classification test. He concentrated on astrogation, communications and signal radar.
"We'll see," he said to nobody in particular. Out in emptiness, but naturally sharing the orbit of the ship from which it had just come, Hoddan tried it out tentatively. He got the feel of it. Then as a matter of simple, rule-of-thumb astrogation, he got from a low orbit to a five-diameter height where the Lawlor drive would take hold by mere touches of rocket power.
He needed a flight ticket, first, and even though he had had the necessary grounding in astrogation technique and spacepiloting as an automatic part of his education aboard the Valhalla, he was rusty, and needed a refresher course that took six weary months. After that came the physical exams and the mental checkup and everything else. Alan fumed at the delay, but he knew it was necessary.
"You want papers for the astrogation deck, or control, or as a power pusher?" asked Shinny. Roger thought a moment. "Better make them for the control deck," he said. "Credits," said Shinny. "You have any credits?" "How much?" asked Roger. "One hundred now," said Shinny, and then added, "and one hundred when I deliver." "Guaranteed papers?" "Positively!" snorted Shinny.
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