The Tom Corbett Space Cadet Megapack. Carey Rockwell
get some sleep,” said Tom. “We better be in good shape for that new assignment when we hit the Academy. No telling what it’ll be, where we’ll go, or worse yet, when we’ll blast off. And I, for one, want to have a good night’s rest under my belt.”
“Yeah,” agreed Roger, settling himself into the cushions once more. “Wonder what the orders will be. Got any ideas, Tom?”
“No idea at all, Roger,” answered Tom. “The audiogram just said report back to the Academy immediately for assignment.”
“Hey, Astro!” exclaimed Roger, seeing the Venusian climb back into his seat. “Aren’t you going to eat?”
“I’m not hungry any more,” grunted Astro. “Those guys made me lose my appetite.”
Tom looked at Roger and winked. “Maybe we’d better tell Captain Strong about this, Roger.”
“Why?”
“Get Astro mad enough and he won’t want to eat. The Academy can cut down on its food bills.”
“Ah, rocket off, you guys,” growled Astro sleepily.
Tom and Roger smiled at each other, closed their eyes, and in a moment the three cadets of the Polaris unit were sound asleep.
Suspended from a single gleaming rail that stretched across the western plains like an endless silver ribbon, the monorail express hurtled through the early dawn speeding its passengers to their destination. As the gleaming line of streamlined cars crossed the newly developed grazing lands that had once been the great American desert, Tom Corbett stirred from a deep sleep. The slanting rays of the morning sun were shining in his eyes. Tom yawned, stretched, and turned to the viewport to watch the scenery flash past. Looming up over the flat grassy plains ahead, he could see a huge bluish mountain range, its many peaks covered with ever-present snow. In a few moments Tom knew the train would rocket through a tunnel and then on the other side, in the center of a deep, wide valley, he would see Space Academy, the university of the planets and headquarters of the great Solar Guard.
He reached over and shook Roger and Astro, calling, “All right, spacemen, time to hit the deck!”
“Uh? Ah-ummmh!” groaned Roger.
“Ahhhoooohhhhhh!” yawned Astro. Standing up, he stretched and touched the top of the monorail car.
“Let’s get washed before the other passengers wake up,” said Tom, and headed for the morning room. Astro and Roger followed, dragging their feet and rubbing their eyes.
Five minutes later, as the sleek monorail whistled into the tunnel beneath the mountain range, the boys of the Polaris unit returned to their seats.
“Back to the old grind,” sighed Roger. “Drills, maneuvers, books, lectures. The same routine, day in day out.”
“Maybe not,” said Tom. “Remember, the order for us to report back was signed by Commander Walters, not the cadet supervisor of leaves. I think that means something special.”
Suddenly the monorail roared out of the tunnel and into brilliant early-morning sun again.
The three cadets turned quickly, their eyes sweeping the valley for the first sight of the shining Tower of Galileo.
“There it is,” said Tom, pointing toward a towering crystal building reflecting the morning light. “We’ll be there in a minute.”
Even as Tom spoke, the speed of the monorail slackened as it eased past a few gleaming structures of aluminum and concrete. Presently the white platform of the Academy station drifted past the viewport and all forward motion stopped. The doors opened and the three boys hurried to the exit.
All around the cadets, men and women in the vari-colored uniforms of the Solar Guard hurried through the station. The green of the Earthworm cadets, first-year students of the Cadet Corps; the brilliant rich blue of the senior cadets like the Polaris unit; the scarlet red of the enlisted Solar Guard; and here and there, the black and gold of the officers of the Solar Guard.
The three cadets hurried to the nearest slidewalk, a moving belt of plastic that glided silently across the ground toward Space Academy. It whisked them quickly past the few buildings nestled around the monorail station and rounded a curve. The three cadets looked up together at the gleaming Tower of Galileo. Made of pure Titan crystal, it soared above the cluster of buildings that surrounded the grassy quadrangle and dominated Space Academy like a translucent giant.
The cadets stepped off the slidewalk as it glided past the Tower building and ran up the broad marble stair. At the huge main portal, Tom stopped and looked back over the Academy grounds. All around him lay the evidence of mankind’s progress. It was the year 2353, when Earthman had long since colonized the inner planets, Mars and Venus, and the three large satellites, Moon of Earth, Ganymede of Jupiter, and Titan of Saturn. It was the age of space travel; of the Solar Alliance, a unified society of billions of people who lived in peace with one another, though sprawled throughout the universe; and the Solar Guard, the might of the Solar Alliance and the defender of interplanetary peace. All these things Tom saw as he stood in the wide portal of the Tower Building, flanked by Astro and Roger.
Turning into the Tower, the three cadets went directly to the office of their unit commander. The training program at Space Academy consisted of three cadets to a unit, with a Solar Guard officer as their teacher and instructor. Steve Strong, captain in the Solar Guard, had been their cadet instructor since the unit had been formed and he now smiled a welcome as the cadets snapped to attention in front of his desk.
“Polaris unit reporting as ordered, sir,” said Tom, handing over the audiogram order he had received the day before.
“Thank you, Corbett,” said Strong, taking the paper. “At ease.”
The three boys relaxed and broke into wide grins as Strong rounded his desk and shook hands with each of them.
“Glad to have you back, boys,” he said. “Did you enjoy your leave?”
“And how, sir,” replied Tom.
“Tom’s mother showed us a whale of a good time,” chimed in Roger.
“And how she can cook!” Astro licked his lips involuntarily.
“Well, I hope you had a good rest—” said Strong, but was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a small bell. Behind his desk a small teleceiver screen glowed into life to reveal the stern face of Commander Walters, the commander of Space Academy.
Strong turned to the teleceiver and called, “Yes, Commander Walters?”
“Did the Polaris unit arrive yet, Steve?” asked the commander.
“Yes, sir,” replied Strong. “They’re here in my office now, sir.”
“Good,” said the commander with a smile. “I just received a report the exposition will open sooner than expected. I suggest you brief the cadets and raise ship as soon as possible.”
“Very well, sir,” answered Strong. The screen darkened and he turned back to the cadets. “Looks like you got back just in time.”
“What’s up, sir?” asked Tom.
Strong returned to his chair and sat down. “I suppose you’ve all heard about the Solar Exposition that opens on Venus next week?”
Tom’s eyes lit up. “Have we! That’s all the stereos and visunews and teleceivers have been yacking about for weeks now.”
“Well,” said Strong with a smile, “we’re going!”
The three cadets couldn’t restrain themselves and burst out in a happy shout. Then Roger calmed down enough to comment, “Sounds more like another vacation than an assignment, sir.”
“Hardly, Manning,” replied Strong. “You see, every industry, society, organization, and governmental agency is setting up exhibits at the exposition to show the people what’s taking place in their