Stand by for Mars! Part 18

"Well, blast my jets!" exclaimed Astro, when Tom had finished. "What's behind it, do you think?"

"I don't know, Astro. But I'm convinced that any guy that'll visit Galaxy Hall by himself late at night--and _cry_--well, he couldn't be entirely off base, regardless of what he does."

Astro studied his work-hardened palms.

"You wanta keep it this way for a while?" he asked. "I mean, forget about talking to Captain Strong?"

"Roger's the best astrogator and radar man in the Academy, Astro.

There's something bothering him. But I'm willing to bet that whatever it is, Roger will work it out. And if we're really unit-mates, then we won't sell him out now, when he may need us most."

"That's it, then," said Astro. "I'll kill him with kindness. Come on.

Let's turn in. We've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow!"

The two boys began to prepare for bed. Roger came out of the shower wearing pajamas.

"All excited, s.p.a.cemen?" he drawled, leaning against the wall, brus.h.i.+ng his short hair.

"About as excited as we can get, Roger," smiled Tom.

"Yeah, you s.p.a.ce-blasting jerk!" growled Astro good-naturedly. "Turn out the lights before I introduce you to my s.p.a.ce boot."

Roger eyed the two cadets quizzically, puzzled by the strange good humor of both boys. He shrugged his shoulders, flipped out the light and crawled into bed.

But if he could have seen the satisfied smile of Tom Corbett, Roger would have been even more puzzled.

"We'll just kill him with kindness," thought Tom, and fell fast asleep.

[Ill.u.s.tration]

CHAPTER 9

The three members of the _Polaris_ unit stepped off the slidewalk at the Academy s.p.a.ceport and stood before Warrant Officer McKenny.

"There she is," said the stubby s.p.a.ceman, pointing to the gleaming s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p resting not two hundred feet away. "Rocket cruiser _Polaris_.

The newest and fastest s.h.i.+p in s.p.a.ce."

He faced the three boys with a smile. "And she's all yours. You earned her!"

Mouths open, Tom, Roger and Astro stood gaping in fascination at the mighty s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p resting on the concrete ramp. Her long two-hundred-foot polished beryllium steel hull mirrored the s.p.a.ceport scene around them.

The tall buildings of the Academy, the "ready" line of s.p.a.ce destroyers and scouts, and the hundreds of maintenance noncoms of the enlisted Solar Guard, their scarlet uniforms spotted with grime, were all reflected back to the _Polaris_ unit as they eyed the sleek s.h.i.+p from the needlelike nose of her bow to the stubby opening of her rocket exhausts. Not a seam or rivet could be seen in her hull. At the top of the s.h.i.+p, near her nose, a large blister made of six-inch clear crystal indicated the radar bridge. Twelve feet below it, six round window ports showed the position of the control deck. Surrounding the base of the s.h.i.+p was an aluminum scaffold with a ladder over a hundred feet high anch.o.r.ed to it. The top rung of the ladder just reached the power-deck emergency hatch which was swung open, like a giant plug, revealing the thickness of the hull, nearly a foot.

"Well," roared the red-clad s.p.a.ceman, "don't you want to climb aboard and see what your s.h.i.+p looks like inside?"

"Do we!" cried Tom, and made a headlong dash for the scaffold. Astro let out one of his famous yells and followed right at his heels. Roger watched them running ahead and started off at a slow walk, but suddenly, no longer able to resist, he broke into a dead run. Those around the _Polaris_ stopped their work to watch the three cadets scramble up the ladder. Most of the ground crew were ex-s.p.a.cemen like McKenny, no longer able to blast off because of acceleration reaction. And they smiled knowingly, remembering their reactions to their first s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p.

Inside the ma.s.sive cruiser, the boys roamed over every deck, examining the s.h.i.+p excitedly.

"Say look at this!" cried Tom. He stood in front of the control board and ran his hands over the b.u.t.tons and switches. "This board makes the manual we worked on at the Academy look like it's ready for Galaxy Hall!"

"Yeeeooooooww!" Three decks below, Astro had discovered the rocket motors. Four of the most powerful ever installed on a s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p, enabling the _Polaris_ to outrace any s.h.i.+p in s.p.a.ce.

Roger stuck his head through the radar-bridge hatch and gazed in awe at the array of electronic communicators, detection radar and astrogation gear. With lips pulled into a thin line, he mumbled to himself: "Too bad they didn't give _you_ this kind of equipment."

"What'd you say, Roger?" asked Astro, climbing alongside to peer into the radar bridge.

Startled, Roger turned and stammered, "Ah--nothing--nothing."

Looking around, Astro commented, "This place looks almost as good as that power deck."

"Of course," said Roger, "they could have placed that astrogation prism a little closer to the chart table. Now I'll have to get up every time I want to take sights on stars!"

"Don't you ever get tired of complaining?" asked Astro.

"Ah--rocket off," snarled Roger.

"Hey, you guys," yelled Tom from below, "better get down here! Captain Strong's coming aboard."

Climbing back down the ladder to the control deck, Astro leaned over his shoulder and asked Roger, "Do you really think he'll let us take this baby up for a hop, Manning?"

"Get your head out of that cloud, Astro. You'll pull about three weeks of dry runs before this baby gets five inches off the ground."

"I wouldn't be too sure of that, Manning!" Strong's voice boomed out as he climbed up through the control-deck hatch. The three boys immediately snapped to attention.

Strong walked around the control deck, fingering the controls lightly.

"This is a fine s.h.i.+p," he mused aloud. "One of the finest that scientific brains can build. She's yours. The day you graduate from the Academy, _IF_ you graduate, and I can think of about a thousand reasons why you won't, you'll command an armed rocket cruiser similar to this.

As a matter of fact, the only difference between this s.h.i.+p and those that patrol the s.p.a.ce lanes now is in the armament."

"Don't we have any arms aboard at all, sir?" asked Tom.

"Small arms, like paralo-ray pistols and paralo-ray rifles. Plus four atomic war heads for emergency use," replied Strong.

Seeing a puzzled expression cross Astro's face, the Solar Guard officer continued, "You haven't studied armament yet, Astro, but paralo rays are the only weapons used by law-enforcement agencies in the Solar Alliance.

They work on a principle of controlled energy, sending out a ray with an effective range of fifty yards that can paralyze the nervous system of any beast or human."

"And it doesn't kill, sir?" inquired Astro.

"No, Astro," replied Strong. "Paralyzing a man is just as effective as killing him. The Solar Alliance doesn't believe you have to kill anyone, not even the most vicious criminal. Freeze him and capture him, and you still have the opportunity of making him a useful citizen."

"But if you can't?" inquired Roger dryly.

"Then he's kept on the prison asteroid where he can't harm anyone."

Strong turned away abruptly. "But this isn't the time for a general discussion. We've got work to do!"