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"How long will we be there, sir?" asked Tom.
"A month or so, I guess. The Polaris will be the first Academy exhibit. When you leave,
another unit will replace you with their ship and do the same thing."
"But-but-" stammered Astro, "what will we say to them? The visitors, I mean?"
"Just answer all their questions, Astro. Also, make up a little speech about the functions
of your particular station."
Strong looked at his watch and rose to his feet. "It's getting late. Check the Polaris over
and stand by to raise ship in an hour."
"Yes, sir," said Tom.
The cadets came to attention, preparing to leave.
"One thing more! Don't get the idea that this is going to be a space lark," said Strong.
"It's very important for the people of the Solar Alliance to know what kind of work we're doing
here at the Academy. And you three have been selected as representatives of the entire
Cadet Corps. So see that you conduct yourselves accordingly. All right, dismissed!"
 The three cadets saluted sharply and filed out of the room, their skipper's final words
ringing in their ears.
Fifteen minutes later, having packed the necessary gear for the extended trip, the
Polaris unit rode the slidewalk through the grassy quadrangle and the cluster of Academy
buildings, out toward the spaceport. In the distance they could see the rocket cruiser
Polaris, poised on the launching ramp, her long silhouette outlined sharply against the blue
sky. Resting on her four stabilizer fins, her nose pointed toward the stars, the ship looked
like a giant projectile poised and ready to blast its target.
"Look at her!" exclaimed Astro. "If she isn't the most beautiful ship in the universe, I'll eat
my hat."
"Don't see how you could," drawled Roger, "after the way you put away Mrs. Corbett's
pies!"
Tom laughed. "I'll tell you one thing, Roger," he said, pointing to the ship, "I feel like that
baby is as much my home as Mom's and Dad's house back in New Chicago."
"All right, all right," said Roger. "Since we're all getting sloppy, I have to admit that I'm
glad to see that old thrust bucket too!"
Presently the three cadets were scrambling into the mighty spaceship, and they went
right to work, preparing for blast-off.
Quickly, with sure hands, each began a systematic check of his station. On the power
deck Astro, a former enlisted Solar Guardsman who had been admitted to the Cadet Corps
because of his engineering genius, stripped to the waist and started working on the ship's
massive atomic engines. A heavy rocketman's belt of tools slung around his waist, he
crawled through the heart of the ship, adjusting a valve here, turning a screw there, seeing
that the reactant feeders were clean and clear to the rocket firing chambers. And last of all
he made sure the great rocket firing chambers were secure and the heavy sheets of lead
baffling in place to protect him from deadly radioactivity.
On the radar bridge in the nose of the ship, Roger removed the delicate astrogation
prism from its housing and cleaned it with a soft cloth. Replacing it carefully, he turned to the
radar scanner, checking the intricate wiring system and making sure that the range finders
were in good working order. He then turned his attention to the intercom.
"Radar bridge to control deck," he called. "Checking the intercom, Tom."
Immediately below, on the control deck, Tom turned away from the control panel. "All
clear here, Roger. Check with Astro."
"All clear on the power deck!" The big Venusian's voice boomed over the loud-speaker.
The intercom could be heard all over the ship unless the many speakers were turned off
individually.