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Updated: May 17, 2025
In the struggle to develop into a well-knit dependable rocket team, composed of an astrogator, power-deck cadet, and a command cadet, Tom had assumed the leadership of the unit, and the relationship between Astro, Roger Manning, and himself had ripened until they were more like brothers than three young men who had grown up millions of miles apart.
The station had become a sort of postgraduate course for power-deck cadets and junior Solar Guard officers. Astro beamed. So, the great Jenledge had actually heard of him of humble Cadet Astro. He could hardly restrain himself from ripping off his blue uniform and going right to work on a near-by machine that had been torn apart for repairs.
"Hey, you guys!" yelled Astro, coming up behind them. "I thought we left that stuff back at the Academy?" Tom turned to face the power-deck cadet. "What's cooking below, Astro? Were you able to get rid of the radiation?" "Naw!" replied the cadet from Venus. "Too hot! Couldn't even open the hatch. It'll take a special job with the big equipment at the space shipyards.
Then" the voice began to quicken with excitement "three weeks' liberty coming up!" The rumbling voice of the power-deck cadet suddenly broke in over the intercom. "Lay off that space gas, Manning. Just see that this space wagon gets on the ground in one piece. Then you can dream about your leave!" "Plug your jets, you big Venusian ape man," was the reply, "or I'll turn you inside out!" "Yeah?
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