The Space Pioneers Part 12

You can't win. You can only lose. If I ever catch you going to Governor Hardy, by-pa.s.sing my authority, I'll make your lives so miserable you'll wish you were dead. Now get out of here!"

As one man, the cadets of the _Polaris_ unit saluted, turned a perfect about-face, and walked once again from the room. Outside in the pa.s.sageway, they relaxed and headed for their quarters.

None of them could say a word, for the simple reason that each of them was so boiling mad he couldn't speak. Finally, after they had showered and were climbing into their bunks, Tom spoke for the first time since leaving Vidac.

"I have to write a report to Captain Strong," he said, when Roger started to turn out the light. "Better leave it on a while, Roger."

"O.K., Tom," said Roger. "Are you going to tell him what's going on here?"

"Yeah," growled Astro. "Give him the whole works. There's something wrong here somewhere. I can understand the professor blasting his jets.

He does that all the time. But I can't understand Vidac acting the way he does."

"I feel the same way, Astro," said Tom, "but actually what are we going to say to Captain Strong? So far nothing concrete has happened." He shook his head. "I'm afraid if I put what happened down on an audioscriber that it'll look as though we've suddenly become cry-babies!"

"I'm ready to quit!" said Roger. "Grab a freighter and blast outta here.

A whole year with this guy! There's no telling what he's liable to do!"

Tom leaned over the table and stared at the bulkhead in front of him. He clenched his fists. Needless to say, he agreed with Roger, he had the same feelings. But he was powerless to do anything about it.

CHAPTER 7

"All set, Tom," called Roger, adjusting the valves that supplied a steady stream of oxygen into his s.p.a.ce suit. Tom nodded and turned to Astro, seated behind them, his hand on the remote-control switch governing the huge air-lock portal on the jet-boat deck.

"Open her up, Astro," he ordered, his voice crackling through the s.p.a.cephones inside his s.p.a.ce helmet. Astro pressed the lever opening the sliding panel in the side of the hull of the _Polaris_ and the cold blackness of outer s.p.a.ce came into view.

Seated at the controls of the jet boat, Tom pressed down on the acceleration pedal, sending the tiny s.h.i.+p rocketing out of the _Polaris_ like a projectile. As they circled their mother s.h.i.+p, Roger pointed out the vessel they were going to and Tom settled down to full throttle in the direction of Roald colony vessel Number Twelve. The huge converted luxury liner carrying many of the colonists was several lanes away in the sprawling formation of s.h.i.+ps and it would take several minutes for them to traverse the four hundred miles to Number Twelve.

The three cadets were under orders to tour the fleet and observe conditions aboard the other s.h.i.+ps. It was obviously a nuisance a.s.signment since any extraordinary conditions could have been reported by teleceiver. But they were glad to get away from Vidac and Professor Sykes if only for a little while.

Holding the small vessel at full throttle, Tom settled back and pointed out several of the large star cl.u.s.ters in the clear airless void of s.p.a.ce around them. Andromeda Galaxy whirled above them like a Fourth-of-July pin wheel. And the sun stars of Regulus, Sirius, and the Seven Sisters sparkled like diamonds on black velvet.

"Think we'll ever reach those babies?" mused Tom in a quiet voice.

"We're on the first step right now with this expedition," replied Astro.

"A short step," commented Roger. "To us Wolf 359 is a long way off, but when you stack it up against the distance to Regulus, for instance, it's just an inch."

"I'd sure like to go to Regulus," said Astro.

"So would I," snorted Roger. "But we'd probably wind up with a s.p.a.ce crawler like Vidac for a skipper. That you can have!"

Nearing the first stop in their tour, Tom signaled ahead to Number Twelve to be taken aboard. He waited for the outer portal of the s.h.i.+p's air lock to be opened and then sent his tiny s.p.a.cecraft into a shallow dive, applying his braking jets expertly to bring it to a dead stop inside the jet-boat deck of the converted s.p.a.ce liner. The outer portal slid closed and a moment later the air pressure on the deck had been built up enough for them to remove their s.p.a.ce helmets.

As they climbed out of the jet boat, the inner air-lock portal slid open and Tad Winters, the civilian captain of the liner, appeared. There was a scowl on his face and he made no attempt to hide his annoyance.

"Whose idea was this to come snooping around while we're in flight?" he snarled.

Astro bristled and stepped forward, towering over the smaller s.p.a.ceman.

"If we had anything to say about it, Mr. Winters, your company would be the last we'd want!"

Winters glanced at Tom and Roger who stood to one side silently, their faces grim.

Tom stepped forward. "Vidac sent us, Winters. We're here to check the departments and see that everything is in order."

"Vidac, eh?" sneered Winters. "What's the matter? Can't he do it himself, instead of sending a bunch of s.p.a.ce squirts?"

[Ill.u.s.tration]

"The lieutenant governor is busy," said Roger sarcastically. "Very busy, in fact."

"Doing what?" asked Winters.

"Trying to keep the rest of his s.p.a.ce rats in line!" snapped Roger.

"Listen, you!" growled Winters, taking a threatening step toward Roger.

"I don't have to take that from you. One word outta me, and Vidac'll bury you in the brig."

[Ill.u.s.tration]

Tom quickly stepped between Roger and the angry civilian s.p.a.ceman to prevent the impending fight. He stared at Winters and smiled. "What's the matter, Winters? Need Vidac's help in everything you do?"

"Aw, go blast your jets, you s.p.a.ce-brained jerks!" snorted Winters. He turned back toward the hatch, but there was noticeably less swagger to his walk.

The three cadets smiled at each other and followed him into the main body of the s.h.i.+p.

While the _Polaris_ was the command s.h.i.+p of the fleet, the nerve center of the entire operation, it was still hardly more than a prison s.h.i.+p for the cadets. In direct contrast, the s.p.a.ce liner was bright, gay, and full of life. Everything imaginable for the convenience of the colonists had been installed aboard the ma.s.sive s.h.i.+p. As the three cadets walked through the s.h.i.+p on their way to the control deck, they pa.s.sed the auditorium where stereos were shown in the evenings and indoctrination lectures were given during the day. They pa.s.sed a number of compartments that served as a school for the children of the colonists. There were workshops where the colonists could make objects for their future homes in their spare time. And in the heart of the s.h.i.+p was one of the most complete and extensive libraries in the Solar Alliance. Audioslides, soundscribers, story spools, question-and-answer tapes, everything designed to answer just about any question the human mind could ask.

The main living quarters of the s.h.i.+p were arranged so that each family had a small apartment, complete in every detail, to preserve as much of the family life as possible. There were no governors or supervisors to control the colonists. It had been decided to allow the colonists to choose their own leaders aboard the s.h.i.+ps. But they were living together so peacefully, they hadn't found it necessary to select any one individual to be a leader. The s.h.i.+p was a miniature city.

As the s.p.a.ce Cadets made their rounds of the power deck, control deck, and radar deck, they were amazed by the excellence of the equipment and the care given it. And because they saw nothing to substantiate their suspicions of Vidac, and his hand-picked crew, on Number Twelve, they found themselves confused about their feelings toward him.

On the power deck, Astro had questioned a rocketman closely about the arrangement of the baffling around one of the firing chambers. The power-deck officer, s.h.i.+lo Speed, heard Astro's questions, agreed with the cadet, and made the rocketman rearrange the baffling. Then, on the control deck, the pilot had been careless in maintaining his position with the other s.h.i.+ps in the fleet. Tom mentioned it to Winters, and Winters immediately ordered the man off the bridge, and replaced him.

Such action for the safety of the colonists had made the cadets wonder about Vidac's ability.

After inspecting the s.h.i.+p from radar mast to jet exhausts, the three cadets started back for the jet-boat deck. As they retraced their steps, they pa.s.sed through the library and encountered Hyram Logan and his son Billy.

"h.e.l.lo, Mr. Logan," greeted Tom with a big smile.

"Well, h.e.l.lo, Corbett," Logan replied. "Didn't know you were aboard Number Twelve."

"We're not a.s.signed to her, sir," replied Tom. "We're just making an inspection for the lieutenant governor. How do you like the way she's being run?"

Logan's endors.e.m.e.nt was immediate. "Just fine, Corbett. This s.h.i.+p is almost a colony in itself."

"Yeah, including school," chimed in Billy sourly. The three cadets laughed. Then the boy grinned and stuck a finger gently into Roger's stomach. "She ain't here, Cadet Manning. My sister is teaching kindergarten right now."