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Eyes locked and held, but nothing happened. "D'ya think I'm dumb? Or that them subspace Boy Scouts can be fixed? Or I don't know where the heavy grease is at? Or I can't make the approach? Why ain't you in subspace?" "I see." Lopresto forced his anger down. "But I've got to be sure we can get back without 'em." "You can be damn sure. I got to get back myself, don't I? But get one thing down solid.
You'll have to tell us, in general terms, what to do." "Oh? I can offer a few suggestions. It is virtually certain: One, that no subspace equipment will function. Two, that all normal-space equipment, except for some items you know about, will function normally. Three, that we can't do anything about subspace without landing on a planet.
This was her personal cabin on Commissioner Tate's ship, the one he referred to as the Big Job, modeled after the long-range patrol ships of the Space Scouts. It wasn't actually very big, but six or seven people could go traveling around in it very comfortably. At the moment it appeared to be howling through subspace at its hellish rate again, going somewhere. Well, that could keep.
A little later again, Trigger suddenly shifted her shoulder uneasily, frowned and made a little half-angry, half-whimpering cry. Then her face smoothed out. Her breathing grew quiet and slow. Major Heslet Quillan of the Subspace Engineers came breezing into Manon Planet's spaceport very early in the morning.
From the facts: One, that in the absence of that field the subspace radio will function normally; and Two, that no subspace-radio messages have ever been received from survivors; the conclusion seems inescapable that the discharge of this unknown field is in fact of extreme violence." "Good God!" Deston exclaimed. "Oh ... that was what you meant by 'fantastic precautions, back there?"
A very special job. Trigger ran through the settings, opened the container and peered inside. "Rather cramped," she observed. "Not for one of them. We needed room for the gadgetry." "Yes," she said. "Subspace rotation." She shook her head. "Is that another Space Scout invention?" "No," said Holati. "They stole it from Subspace Engineers. Engineers don't know we have it yet.
Yes, the Dawn City was leaving Ceyce Port for the Manon System tomorrow evening. Yes, it was subspace express one of the newest and fastest, in fact. His eyes slipped over the dress again. Also one of the most luxurious, he might add. There would be only two three-hour stops in the Hub beyond Maccadon one each off Evalee and Garth.
On a base very far removed from the Hub, on a base securely anchored and concealed among the gravitic swirlings and shiftings of a subspace turbulence area, virtually indetectable, the monster could make a very valuable partner. If it was discovered, the partnership could be disowned. So could the fact that they had constructed the substation for it in itself a grave breach of Federation treaties.
The engines hurled them forward. Twelve seconds later, they angled and dived again. Subspace reappeared. "Guess you were right!" the Commissioner said. He idled the engines and scratched his chin. "But what were they?" "Everything about it was wrong!" Lyad was saying presently, her face still white. "Their faces, in particular, were deformed!" She looked at Trigger. "You saw it?" Trigger nodded.
"If the ship was hove to and these things just drifted in gradually " "Oh, I see. That wouldn't activate the reflectors. Then, if we keep moving ourselves " "That," said the Commissioner, "was what I had in mind." Trigger couldn't keep from staring at the subspace station. It was unbelievable.
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