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Updated: June 27, 2025
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.
"I'll try my best." "It's a matter of life and death, Tom." Connel's voice was low and husky. "Not our lives, or the lives of a few people, but the life and death of the Solar Alliance." "I understand, sir." Tom turned to Astro and the two cadets marched off quickly.
It felt like the calm before the storm. "Yes, sir," admitted Roger, "I changed several circuits." "Are you aware of the seriousness of your negligence, Manning?" Connel's voice began to harden. "Yes yes I guess so, sir," stumbled Roger. "Can you repair that radar so that it can be used as it was intended?" "Yes, sir." "Then do so immediately.
Astro and Roger bent to the task of draining the fuel from their jet boats and loading it into Connel's. Alfie came over to join them, while Shinny and Connel scanned the sky overhead for some sign of the Polaris. "This is really a desperate situation to be in, isn't it, Roger?" asked Alfie.
"To the Space Devil," said the others together. "And whatever trouble she brings," added Roger softly. "Cadet Higgins!" Major Connel's voice roared over the ship's intercom as the giant rocket cruiser Polaris blasted smoothly through space. "Yes, sir," squeaked Alfie in reply. "Cadet Higgins," said Connel, "I thought I had requested a sight on the sun star Regulus at fifteen hundred hours!"
"I'd send them to the mines, sir," said Alfie. Connel's face was impressive. "Roger?" "Same here, sir," replied Roger. "Astro?" asked Connel. "I'd do anything to help the kids, sir," said Astro, an orphan himself. "Tom?" Tom hesitated. "They deserve the rock, sir. I don't have any feeling for them. But if they go to the rock, that doesn't do any more than punish them.
Strong and Astro made their way back to Connel's position quickly, and after a brief but hearty handclasp, the two officers began plotting the last assault against the Nationalists' stronghold. While other Marine columns were wiping up small groups of rebels fighting from disabled spaceships, repair shops, and other buildings, Strong's column had been driving straight for the heart of the base.
Tom felt the powerful grip of the Solar Guard officer's fingers on his arm as he was pulled backward. He closed his eyes, then opened them, hoping to pierce the darkness, but he saw nothing. Beside him, he could sense the tenseness in Connel's body. There was a rustle of movement to the right of them. "Careful, Tom," cautioned Connel. "To your right!"
The men stared at the ship, confused, but Hilmarc issued a curt command. "Return to the ships!" "But but he'll blast us," whined one of the men. "He'll kill us all." "You fool!" roared Hilmarc. "It must be a friend of Connel's or Sinclair's. He won't dare fire an atomic shell near this house, for fear of killing his friends! Now get aboard your ships and blast off!"
"Out a little late, aren't you, boys?" he asked with a mildness that sent a chill down their spines. "Y-yes sir," replied Tom, a slight tremor in his voice. "On official business, I presume?" The major's voice was still as smooth as silk. Tom gulped and then shook his head. "N-no, sir," he quavered. Connel's eyes widened in mock horror.
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