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"We'll get to Venus faster than the Venus Lark, and save money besides." "O.K.," said Roger. "I guess I can take him for a little while." Strong suppressed a smile. Roger's reluctance to go with Connel was well founded. Any cadet within hailing distance of the hard-bitten spaceman was likely to wind up with a bookful of demerits. "Are you on an assignment, sir?" asked Tom.
Santos had taken charge of Rip’s astrogation instruments. A spaceman was waiting with Rip’s bubble. At a nod, the spaceman slipped it on his head. Rip reached up and gave it a quarter turn. The locking mechanism clamped into place. He turned his belt ventilator control on full and the space suit puffed out. When it was fully inflated he watched the pressure gauge. It was steady.
First just listening to the stories of the older spacemen and running errands for them, then lending a helping hand wherever he could, and finally becoming a rigger and mechanic. This all preceded his years as an enlisted spaceman and his eventual appointment to Space Academy. His big heart and honesty, his wild enthusiasm for any kind of rocket power had won him many friends. "Is Mr.
And you lived with your mother. I didn't have anything nothing! Did you hear that, Manning? I didn't even have a pair of shoes, until I found a kid at the Venusport spaceport one day and figured his shoes would fit me. I beat the space gas out of him and took his shoes. And then they were so tight, they hurt my feet. I don't know who my father was, nothing about him, except that he was a spaceman.
The spaceman vanished into an inner room and reappeared in a moment lugging a plastic case called a space pack, or "spack" for short. It contained complete personal equipment for space travel. Rip grabbed it. "Fast service. Thanks, Rocky." All spacemen were called "Rocky" if you didn't know their names. It was an abbreviation for rocketeer, a title all of them had once carried.
The safety officer motioned to a spaceman. "Show him, Nelson." Rip followed the spaceman through a maze of passages, growing more weightless with each step. The closer to the center of the ship they went, the less he weighed. He was pulling himself along by plastic pull cords when they finally reached the door marked "Commander." The spaceman left without a word or a salute.
Seeing it was useless to try and jump the burly spaceman, Roger relaxed and stretched out on the deck. Miles fired again calmly, and after testing the effect of the ray with his toe, he turned to the ladder. As the spaceman climbed back to the control deck, Roger, though in a paralyzed state, could hear the communicator loud-speaker paging Miles. "Come in, Quent! This is Ross! Come in!"
He jumped off the track at the main crossrun and hurried toward the center of the platform. In a moment he stood before the platform commander’s door, waiting to be identified. The door swung open and a junior officer in the blue tunic and trousers of a spaceman motioned him to the inner room. "Go in, Lieutenant." "Thank you." He hurried into the commander’s room and stood at attention.
It was just before dawn when Strong visited Kit's ship. Seeing the cadets stripped to the waist and working with the veteran spaceman, he roared his disapproval. "Of all the crazy things to do! Don't you know that you could have Kit disqualified for helping him?" "But but " Tom tried to stammer an explanation. "I couldn't have done it alone," explained Kit. He looked at Strong and their eyes met.
But he dismissed the thought immediately, realizing that his approach in the jet would have awakened the deepest of sleepers. Entering the house, he stopped in the spacious front hall and called: "Hello! Anybody home? Halloo!" The only answer was the echo of his own voice, vibrating through the large rooms. "Funny," muttered the spaceman. "Why is this place deserted?"
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