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Updated: May 29, 2025
As Cadet Tom Corbett snapped orders into the intercom and his unit-mates responded by smooth co-ordinated action, the giant rocket cruiser Polaris slowly arched through Earth's atmosphere, first nosing up to lose speed and then settling tailfirst toward its destination the spaceport at Space Academy, U.S.A.
What a creepy feeling to know you're out in space alone and not able to see anything." Their excitement was interrupted by Strong's voice over the ship's intercom. "Stand by, all stations!" "Here we go!" shouted Roger. "Back to the Academy and leave!" "Yeeeeooooow!" Astro's bull-like roar echoed through the ship as the cadets hurried to their flight stations.
"And watch that loose talk on the ship's intercom. From now on, all directions and orders will be given and received in a crisp, clear manner without unnecessary familiarity!" Connel didn't expect them to acknowledge his order. The cadets had heard him and that was enough. He knew it was enough.
There was a sound of cheering from the intercom. Tom asked if I wanted to fire another clip. I told him I thought I had the hang of it now, and screwed a swab onto the ramrod and opened the breech to clean the gun. Joe Kivelson grinned at me when I went up to the conning tower. "That wasn't bad, Walt," he said. "You never manned a 50-mm before, did you?"
"What's the trouble?" growled Connel, noticing Hemmingwell's growing nervousness. "The homing ring on number six tube isn't working properly," replied Hemmingwell. "I can't control the projectile." "Any idea what's wrong?" the Solar Guard officer asked. "The settings on the ring must be wrong." The professor picked up the intercom mike. "Dave," he called, "check in!"
Tom clicked off the switch and turned to the intercom. "Control deck to radar bridge. Do we have a clear tangent forward and up?" "All clear forward and up, Tom," replied Roger. "Control deck to power deck. Energize the cooling pumps!" "Cooling pumps in operation," answered Astro briskly. The giant ship began to shudder as the mighty pumps on the power deck started their slow, whining build-up.
Maybe it was a provincial attitude to hold in this big universe Anvhar was certainly far enough away from here but honor is very important to a man who must stand alone. He had a debt to Ihjel, and he was going to pay it off. Once the decision had been made, he felt easier. There was an intercom on the desk in front of him and he leaned with a heavy thumb on the button labeled Faussel. "Yes?"
How much time until zero blast-off on the satellite?" Tom glanced at the clock. "Less than two minutes, sir!" "All right," said Connel over the intercom, "everybody to the control deck if you want to see Junior do his stuff!" In a moment the six spacemen were gathered around the magnascope waiting for the final act of their great effort.
He and Maya started for the ramp, unaware that the building which was their goal housed the farm's control room, and the watching Vidonati. Above, a few moments later, Vidonati called Placer on the intercom. "Placer, they've come back to the groundcars and turned them in this direction," said Vidonati.
But," he added, glancing only casually at the display on the console, "I can understand the need to sign that warrant, and I shall not quibble." The intercom spoke. "This is Dr. Green, captain. There is no key on the person of Major Elbertson. We have searched thoroughly, sir. I understand the need is of an emergency nature. The key is not on his person.
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