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Updated: May 29, 2025
In a lavishly furnished anteroom of a suite of offices on the top floor of the building, Jerkline Jo and Hiram Hooker sank into overstuffed chairs and relaxed, while the other man, in khaki and scarred puttees, excused himself and entered the rooms beyond, carrying a suit case that tugged at his arm until his shoulder sagged. He was absent from the intercom a half hour.
When the engines compensated for the lost tube, the descent was more leisurely, and the ship settled gently well, not exactly gently on the surface of Eisberg. Captain Quill's voice came over the intercom. "We are nearly a hundred miles from the base, Mister Gabriel. Any excuse?" "No excuse, sir," said Mike the Angel.
"Pickering's boys built this thing according to the best principles of engineering, and the stuff they got out of that big-economy-size shilling-shocker all checked mathematically...." The red light on the bridge flashed, and the intercom shouted "Bomb off!" He forced Paula down on the bridge deck and crouched beside her. "Cover your eyes," he warned.
"Never thought I'd be out in space ducking hot projectiles to save old Blast-off Connel's hide." "Neither did I," said Tom. "But here we are." Stepping into the air lock, they quickly equalized the pressure and a moment later climbed out on the hull. "See him, Roger?" asked Tom over the helmet intercom. "Not yet," replied Roger. "I see him," called Astro from the control deck.
Watching the teleceiver screen that gave him a view of the spaceport astern of the ship, Tom called into the intercom, "One thousand feet to touchdown. Cut braking rockets. Main drive full!" The thunderous blast of the rockets was his answer, building up into roaring violence.
Should an emergency arise, you will call for assistance on the special teleceiver and audioceiver circuits open to you, numbers seventeen and eighty-three. You are to circle each fueling stop three times before making a touchdown, and make a final circle around Titan when you arrive. "Stand by to raise ship! And spaceman's luck!" Strong turned and flipped on the intercom to the control tower.
"Decelerate!" yelled Tom over the intercom. Connel shut down the main drive rockets and at the same time opened the nose braking rockets. "Braking rockets on!" he yelled. "One thousand feet to touchdown," said Tom. Connel watched the dials spinning before him. "Seven hundred and fifty feet to touchdown," reported Tom. "Keep counting, Corbett!" yelled Connel enthusiastically. "Five hundred feet!"
"We can hunt them down at our leisure when we've repelled this attack from outside. If we can take them alive, I'm of a mind to make them pay well for their responsibility in our losing all our experimental Jellies." The seven of them went on to the conference room, picking their way among the bodies of the Jellies. Placer took over the intercom from Greyde. "Vidonati, this is Placer," he said.
Roger's voice blasted through the intercom from the radar deck. "There's the biggest hunk of space junk I've ever seen bearing down on us!" Tom flipped on the control-deck scanner of the rocket scout quickly, estimated range, angle, and approach of the onrushing asteroid, and called to Astro on the power deck. "Emergency course change!" he bellowed.
"Take over, Corbett." Tom turned to the teleceiver. "Rocket cruiser Polaris to spaceport control." " ... Blast off minus two six hundred forty-eight...." "I read you clear," said Tom. He clicked off the teleceiver and turned back to the intercom. "Stand by to raise ship! Control deck to radar deck. Do we have clear trajectory forward and up, Roger?" "All clear forward and up," replied Roger.
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