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Updated: May 11, 2025
As the guard's finger tightened on the trigger of his paralo-ray gun, the foreman suddenly rushed up and knocked the gun out of his hand. "You fool! You stiffen this man and we'll be held up in production for hours!" "So what!" sneered the guard. "Lactu and your Division Chief will tell you so what!" barked the foreman. He turned to Astro.
"Enough of this, Lactu!" said a man near the end of the group. "We have important business to conduct. Take this foolish boy out and do away with him!" Lactu waved his hand gently. "Observe, gentlemen, here is the true spirit of Venus. This boy is not an Earthman, nor a Martian. He is a Venusian a proud Venusian who has drifted with the tides of space and taken life where he found it.
"Well have to take what comes. Sh! Here he comes." "All right, let's go," said the patrol leader. They continued across the canyon until they reached a four-story wooden structure without windows. Drifi opened a small door and motioned them inside. "What is this?" Connel demanded. "This is where you'll stay until Lactu sends for you. Right now, he is in conference with the Division Leaders."
"You have a lot of confidence in yourself and your friends," said Lactu. "Death apparently doesn't frighten you." "No more than it does any man of honor," said the cadet. "I've faced death before. As for my friends" Astro shrugged and grinned "touch me and wait for what happens. And by the stars, mister, you can depend on it happening!"
Sinclair pushed Roger inside and was about to follow when several green-clad guards came running down the hall toward them. "Lactu! Lactu!" they shouted frantically. "They're pouring into the base! The Solar Guard they've got us surrounded!" "Keep fighting!" snapped Sinclair. "Don't surrender! Inflict as much damage as possible!"
All in favor of asking the people of Mercury to join our movement against the Alliance will say aye!" "Aye," chorused the men. "Against?" Lactu looked around, but there was no reply. Lactu turned back to Astro. "Well, Venusian, this is your last chance to join forces with us and to fight for your mother planet." "Go blast your jets!" snapped Astro.
"Either I knock off and eat," said Astro confidently, "or I call the foreman and you talk to Lactu." "Feeling pretty big, aren't you?" growled the guard. "I haven't forgotten that punch in the stomach." "Why, I hardly touched you," said Astro in mock surprise. The guard glared at him, muttered an oath, and turned away.
"We are wasting time, Lactu!" exclaimed one of the men suddenly. "Settle with this upstart later. Now let us take a vote on the issue before us. The ship is waiting to blast off for Mercury. Do we ask for her assistance, or not?" There was a loud murmur among the assembled men, and Lactu held up his hand. "Very well, we will vote.
"You, nor anything that crawls in the jungle like you!" shouted Astro. "If you're not happy with the way things are run on Venus, why don't you take your beef to the Solar Alliance?" "We prefer to do it our way!" snapped one of the men near Lactu. "And as for you, a few lashes with a Venusian wet whip will teach you to keep a civil tongue!"
"Where where are you going?" asked one of the men, looking at the closet speculatively. "Never mind me!" barked Sinclair. "Do as I tell you. Fight back!" "It looks like we're losing a leader," observed another of the men slowly. "You wouldn't be running out on us, would you, Lactu?" Sinclair fired three quick blasts from the ray guns, freezing the men solid, and then turned back to Tom and Roger.
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