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"All right," he said. "I'll take you up on that." Barret grinned, stuck out his hand, and after a friendly shake turned and ran to the professor's office. Connel walked back to the outside of the hangar and began bellowing orders for the giant ship to be brought out to the blast ramp and prepared for the blast-off. But Dave Barret did not go directly to Professor Hemmingwell's office.
Strong paused and looked around. "Are there any questions?" "When will the first ship blast off, Captain Strong?" asked a lean and leathery-looking spaceman in the back of the room. "First time trial takes place at 0600 hours tomorrow morning. Each ship has a designated time. Consult your schedules for the blast-off time of your ships."
How could they have worked loose? Do you think the lock bolts gave way in the excessive heat due to the intense blast-off speed?" "No, sir," said Tom firmly. "Those bolts were loosened. I distinctly remember seeing one of them fall to the deck as I walked in." "Then you suspect that the ship was sabotaged?" "That's not for me to say, sir," said Tom after a moment's hesitation.
"All ready up there?" he called. "All set, sir," replied the enlisted spaceman. "All right, give them their orbits and blast-off time." There was a slight pause, and then the gruff voice of the tower operator was heard over the loud-speakers and in the ships. "All ships will blast off on orbit forty-one ... raise ship at 18:51:35 ... stand by!"
The three men left the dingy hotel and walked out into the main street of Spaceman's Row. In a few moments they arrived at the Café Cosmos. Roger was already there, seated at the same table and watching the door. When he saw Loring and Mason with Shinny, he eyed them warily. "Hiya, kid!" greeted Loring. "Glad to see you took my advice and got away from 'Blast-off' Connel."
Tom reached out and pulled a microphone toward him. "All hands! Station check!" said Tom, and then was startled to hear a metallic voice answer him. "Power deck, ready for blast-off!" And then another voice: "Radar deck, ready for blast-off!" Tom leaned back in the pilot's seat and turned to the captain. "All stations ready, sir." "Good! What next?" asked Strong.
Tom glanced at the clock, turned to the microphone, and announced clearly: "Attention! Attention! Corbett to Connel. One hour and forty-eight minutes until blast-off time one hour and forty-eight minutes to blast-off." He flipped the switch and watched the screen with rising excitement. The crew on the satellite had completed the installation of the first reactor unit.
Two of the squadrons will then act as invaders while the remaining six will be the defending fleet. It will be the invaders' job to reach their objective and the defenders' job to stop them." "Spaceport control to rocket cruiser Polaris, your orbit has been cleared for blast-off...." The voice of Commander Walters interrupted Strong in his instructions and he turned back to Tom.
He'd have to see and know Dabney before he could make use of the extra-special production-crew his patient's father-in-law had provided from the staff of Kursten, Kasten, Hopkins and Fallowe. Ninety-some hours after blast-off from the space platform, the rocket-ship turned end for end and began to blast to kill its velocity toward the moon.
Resting on her directional fins, her nose pointed skyward, her gleaming hull reflecting the last rays of the setting sun, the ship was a powerful projectile ready to blast off for distant worlds. Reaching the Polaris, the three cadets scrambled through the air lock into the spaceship and prepared for blast-off. On the control deck, Tom began the involved check of the control panel.
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