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Updated: May 1, 2025
As for the toilettes of the marquise, the milliner and the dressmaker provide her with them each season gratis, get her to wear the new fashions, a little ridiculous sometimes but which society subsequently adopts because Madame is still a very handsome woman and reputed for her elegance; she is what is called a launcher. Finally, the servants!
Rip ran for the snapper-boat, feet moving as rapidly as lack of gravity would permit. He called instructions. "Santos! Turn the launcher over to Pederson and come with me. Koa, take over. Start throwing rockets at that boat and don’t stop until you run out of ammunition." He reached the snapper-boat and squeezed in, Santos close behind him. As he strapped himself into the seat he called, "Koa!
"Here are the tech reports." Ihjel dropped them on the table. "Dis has some spacers as well as the cobalt bombs though these aren't the real threat. A tramp trader was picked up leaving Dis. It had delivered a jump-space launcher that can drop those bombs on Nyjord while anchored to the bedrock of Dis.
Why don’t we put the rocket launcher right in the middle of the dark side?" "Go ahead. And have all men check their pistols and knives. We don’t know what’s likely to happen when that Connie flames in." Rip walked over to the communicator and plugged his suit into the circuit. "This is the asteroid calling Terra base. Over." "This is Terra base. Go ahead, Foster. How are you doing?"
Nunez got a hand-driven dynamo from the supplies and tested it for use in setting off the charge. Santos stood by the rocket launcher, with Pederson ready to put another rack of rockets into the device when necessary. Rip and Koa watched the Connie cruiser. It decelerated to a stop for a brief second, then started moving again, with no jets showing. "That's the sun pulling," Rip said exultantly.
Rip supervised the stacking and then the placement of the rocket launcher at the entrance. "All hands inside the boat," he ordered. "Dowst, be ready to take off at a moment's notice. You'll have to buck this box around as never before." He explained to the pilot his plan to dodge, keeping the asteroid between the boat and the cruiser. "We'll make it, sir," Dowst said.
They carried twenty men and a pair of guided missiles with atomic warheads! The Rocketeers Rip ran for the snapper-boat, feet moving as rapidly as lack of gravity would permit. He called instructions. "Santos! Turn the launcher over to Pederson and come with me. Koa, take over. Start throwing rockets at that boat, and don't stop until you run out of ammunition."
"Or it could be something else," Steve concluded. "No sign of a flyin'-saucer launcher," Orvil Harris said. He was stoking his battered brier. Rick grinned. "I wouldn't know one if I saw it." "Well, that wraps it up," Steve said. "Let's get aboard the runabout and head home. I've got to make a plane." He shook hands with Orvil Harris. "Glad to have met you after waving at you for so long."
O'Brine was operating as expected. Rip was having trouble keeping his vision from blurring. He leaned against the rocket launcher, and his glove caressed one of the sharp noses in the rack. He heard his own voice before the idea had even taken full form. "Santos! Do you hear me? Santos! Get the Scorpius! Fire before it comes to a stop. And don't miss!"
Santos was crouched over the rocket launcher, his space gloves working rapidly as he kept the rockets pointed at the enemy. Rip called, "Santos, fire at will." The Planeteers formed a skirmish line which pivoted on the launcher. Only Kemp remained at work. His torch flared, slicing through the thorium as he prepared their firing position. The atomic charge was ready.
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