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He pulled the switch.
Slowly, the rockets blasting evenly, the giant ship lifted itself free of the ground. Then,
gaining speed, it began rocketing away from the Earth. Like a giant shining bullet, the great
spaceship blasted through the dark void of space, her nose pointed to the distant misty
planet of Venus.
Once again Tom Corbett and his unit-mates had embarked on a mission for the Solar
Guard.


CHAPTER 2

"Stand by for touchdown!" bellowed Captain Strong's voice on the big spaceship's
intercom.
"Control deck standing by," replied Tom.
"Corbett," Strong continued, "you may take her down as soon as you get clearance from
Venusport traffic control."
Tom acknowledged the order with a brisk "Aye, sir!" In a few moments he received
permission to touch down on the newly colonized planet. Then, turning his attention to the
control board, he requested a ground-approach check from Roger.
"About two miles to touchdown, Tom," reported Roger from the radar bridge. "Trajectory
clear!"
"O.K., Roger," said Tom. Glancing quickly at the air speed and rocket thrust indicators,
he flipped a switch and sang out, "Power deck, reduce thrust on main drive rockets to
minimum!"
"Got ya, Tom," boomed Astro.
'Closing in fast, sir," said Tom to Strong, who had come up from below and now stood
at the cadet's shoulder watching as Tom maneuvered the big ship through the Venusian
atmosphere, his keen eyes sweeping the great panel of recording gauges and dials.
"One thousand feet to touchdown," intoned Roger from the radar bridge.
Reacting swiftly, Tom adjusted several levers, then picking up the intercom microphone,
he threw a switch and yelled, "Power deck! Full braking thrust!"
Deep inside the Polaris, Astro, who tended the mighty rocket power plant with loving
care, eased home the sensitive control mechanism, applying even pressure to the braking
rockets.
As the giant spaceship settled smoothly to within a few feet of the surface of the
concrete spaceport, Tom threw the master switch that cut all power. A moment later the
huge craft dropped easily, then settled on the landing platform with a gentle thump.
"Touchdown!" yelled Tom. Then, glancing at the astral chronometer on the control
board, he turned to Strong, and saluting smartly, reported, "Polaris completes space flight at
exactly seven fifty-two-O-two!"
Strong returned the salute. "Very well, Tom. Now, I want you, Roger, and Astro to come
with me to the exposition commissioner's office for an interview and detailed orders."
"Yes, sir," said Tom.
A few minutes later, dressed in fresh uniforms, the three cadets followed their unit
commander out of the ship, then stood by as Strong ordered the chief petty officer of an
enlisted Solar Guard working party to prepare the Polaris for moving to the exposition site.
"Empty the reactant fuel tanks of all but enough for us to raise ship and touch down over
to the fairgrounds," said Strong. "Better strip her of armament, too. Paralo-ray pistols and
rifles, the three-inch and six-inch atomic blasters, narco sleeping gas; in fact, everything that
could possibly cause any trouble."