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Updated: May 13, 2025
Jardine and Bangs were on the teleceiver and the radar for fifteen minutes trying to pick up your beam. But there wasn't any, because you had it fouled up!" Roger sat down on the side of the bunk and stared at the two men. If what they said was true, Roger knew there could only be one outcome to the investigation. "Why are you telling me this?" asked Roger quietly. "Very simple.
Corbett to Connel. One hour exactly to blast-off time! One hour sixty minutes to blast-off time." Tom flicked the teleceiver microphone off, and on the teleceiver screen, watched his spacemates work under the broiling sun. They were ahead of time. One hour to complete two more units. Tom allowed himself a sigh of hope and relief.
"They're jazzing up the power deck with a new hyperdrive unit for the big hop to Tara. So many guys buzzing around you can't get near it." "What do you need a teleceiver for?" asked Tom. "To give me company," replied Roger sourly. "Say!" He snapped his fingers suddenly. "Maybe if I just changed the frequency " "What frequency? What are you talking about?"
"Nothing yet," answered Strong. "If I could pick them up on the teleceiver, maybe they could tell us what the trouble is and then we could more or less be prepared to help them." He bent over the teleceiver screen and added grimly, "If there is anything left to help!" "Radar deck to control deck!" Roger's voice was tense. "I think I've picked them up on the radar scanner, Captain Strong!"
"No rights under the Universal Bill of Rights of the Solar Alliance have been denied you, except that of actively participating in the flight of a spaceship!" The signal bell of the teleceiver began to chime softly, and on the desk the teleceiver screen glowed again. "Cadets Corbett, Manning, and Astro are here for their assignments, sir," announced the enlisted man outside.
Along one side of the room was a solid bank of four-foot-square teleceiver screens with an enlisted spaceman or junior officer seated in front of each one. These men, at their microphones, were relaying meteor and weather information to all parts of the solar system. Now it was Roger's turn to get excited at seeing the wonderful radar scanners that swept space for hundreds of thousands of miles.
He opened the inner hatch and stepped into the control deck to see Roger staring at the teleceiver in openmouthed astonishment. A harsh voice was coming over the loud-speaker. "... Order you to cut all power and stand by for a boarding party, or I'll open fire immediately!"
He turned to the intercom, but before he could speak, Astro's voice roared into his ears. "Report from the power deck, sir," said Astro. "Acceleration normal. Request permission to open up on hyperdrive." "Permission granted!" said Connel. "Look, sir," said Tom, "on the teleceiver screen. Junior is getting his bumps!" Connel glanced up at the screen.
"He went to Vidac and came back later with his application approved." Tom slammed his fist on the desk. "That proves it! Governor Hardy has to be told what's going on!" He flipped on the teleceiver near by and asked the central communications operator to connect him with the governor's office. In a moment the face of Christopher Hardy sharpened into focus on the screen.
"I'm getting the identification request from the station, sir. Shall I answer her?" asked Roger over the intercom. "Of course, you space-brained idiot, and make it fast!" exploded Connel. "What do you want to do? Get us blasted out of space?" "Yes, sir!" replied Roger. "Right away, sir!" Tom kept his eyes on the teleceiver screen above his head.
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