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Is there anything you need?" Rip made a mental check on supplies. He had more than enough. "The only thing we need is a long-range communicator, sir. If you’re leaving, we’ll have no way to contact the planet bases." "I’ll see that you get one." The Irishman thrust out his hand. "Stay out of high vack, Foster. Too bad you didn’t join us instead of the Planeteers.
He put a hand on the pilot's shoulder. "On your way, Rocky. Thanks." "You're welcome, sir." The pilot added, "Watch out for high vack." Rip and Koa stepped out and walked a little distance away. Santos and Pederson cast the landing boat adrift and shoved it away from the anchored boat.
There isn't much about a chunk of thorium to get sentimental over, but after fighting for it the way we did, it doesn't seem right to cut it into blocks." "I know how you feel," Rip admitted, "but, after all, that's what we brought it back for." He studied Koa's dark face. The sergeant major had something on his mind. "Got vack worms chewing at you?" he asked.
The Connies know how badly we want that asteroid, but they also know we don't want it enough to start a war. Got that?" "Got it," Rip stated wryly. "I got it good. Thanks for the warning, Terra base. Foster off." "Terra base off. Stay out of high vack." Fine advice, if it could be taken. Rip stared up at the brilliant stars, thinking fast.
There isn’t much about a chunk of thorium to get sentimental over, but after fighting for it the way we did, it doesn’t seem right to cut it into blocks." "I know how you feel," Rip admitted, "but after all, that’s what we brought it back for." He studied Koa’s brown face. The big Hawaiian had something on his mind. "Got vack worms chewing at you?" he asked.
So drink, and call for vat you please, Until you hab your vack, boys; Ve'll think no more of angry seas, Till ve standen back, boys. Chorus and laughter. With a whip, snip, high cum diddledy, The cog-wheels of life have need of much oiling; Smack, crack this is our jubilee Huzza, my lads, we'll keep the pot boiling. Bill Spurey
He had acted instinctively, not even thinking what he was doing as he used the last full power of the stern tubes to throw them into the shadow cone. And he knew in the same moment that it could save their lives. The sun’s pull would only accelerate their fall toward the asteroid. He said exultantly, "We’re staying out of high vack, Santos. Light off a propulsion tube.
Then he clanged his bubble against the man's helmet for direct communication and shouted, "Grab some space, or I'll let vack into you!" The Connie understood English. Most earthlings did. But even better was his understanding of the pressure on his back. He stopped struggling; his arms shot starward. Rip breathed freely for the first time since he had leaped, and exultation grew in him.
Barris spoke as though to himself, but Rip turned red as his hair. "Funny how fast a man ages in space," the Planeteer major remarked. "Take Foster. A few weeks ago he was just a cadet, a raw recruit who had never met high vack. Now he’s talking like the grandfather of all space. I don’t know how the Special Order Squadrons ever got along before he became an officer."
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