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Thane was about to answer, but just then there was the shummer as they re-entered space at the second warp-line intersection. At the same moment the red warning light in their compartment blinked. The navigator's voice, with an undercurrent of alarm, came over the intercom. "Emergency. Emergency! Crew to battle stations. Passengers to lifeboats."
"I didn't ask you for your opinion!" snapped Vidac. "All right, you've given me your information. Now get out!" Sykes abruptly turned and left the lieutenant governor's compartment. Alone, Vidac paced the floor. After a moment of deep thought he snapped his fingers in decision and turned on the ship's intercom. "Corbett! Manning! Astro!" he bellowed. "Report to the control deck on the double."
He and Mom are arguing about whether to live in Florida or Costa Rica. Heidi went over to the door where there was an intercom much like the Van Slyke's. "Martin? Martin, can you come over? Patrick O'Shaunessy is here. His father is an old friend." A voice crackled through the speaker, "O.K., just a minute." Patrick looked around. "Nice house," he said. "We've been here many years."
"What do you mean, Roger?" "The ship's communicator," snorted Roger. "I figured once we got aboard the scout we'd be able to use this set to contact the Academy instead of having to monkey around with the homemade job back on the Polaris. But it's no soap." "Why not?" boomed Astro over the intercom. "The only open circuit here is beamed to the Polaris.
As Tom manipulated the controls again, the silver ship plunged through space, turning and gyrating in the same series of maneuvers it had performed to escape the first torpedo. But this time the distance separating them was not as great and the torpedo closed in quickly. "Can't you raise that ship yet, Manning?" Connel roared into the intercom.
Then, gently, the wheel shook itself and settled into a complacently off-center motion that placed Bessie somewhere near the actual center of rotation. "We're out of balance, Mr. Blackhawk," said the captain, one hand on the intercom switch. "Bessie, ask the Cow what's off balance." It was Mike's voice from engineering control. "Thought we had this thing trued up like a watch."
"We'll probably have more trouble beating down the Toughs and keeping them from killing all the Jellies than we will subduing the Jellies in the first place." "I hope we warned the three at the other end of the hall in time," said one of the others. "There hasn't been any word from them." Placer flicked a switch on the intercom system. "Touchstone, are you men safe?" he asked.
"Hot Rod crew," he said briefly. "Report to the bridge on the double. Repeat. Hot Rod crew. The bridge. On the double." As he switched off the intercom, the communications officer spoke urgently. "Captain. I've lost contact with Thule base." "Keep trying to raise them," Captain Andersen said. He turned to Bessie.
As Roger's voice roared over the intercom loud-speaker of the speedy rocket scout, down on the power deck Astro's face turned red. "Manning," he growled into the intercom microphone, "if I didn't need you to get me back to Mother Earth, I'd come up there and take you apart!"
It was just as well; I needed the rest. Then I heard Thomas calling me. "We're closin' now, Cap'n," he said. "Wake up, Cap'n, only twenty-three miles now." "Okay," I said. My body had been preparing itself for this, now it was ready again. I felt the needle in my arm. That helped, too. "Hand me the intercom, Thomas," I said. He placed the mike in my hand. I keyed for a general announcement.
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