The Tom Corbett Space Cadet Megapack: 10 Classic Young Adult Sci-Fi Novels

by Norton, Andre

  The freighter that they had used at the concession at the Solar Exposition and later to make their escape was a far different ship from the one now resting on the asteroid. Two powerful three-inch atomic blasters could be seen sticking out of the forward part of the ship. And near the stern, two gaping holes showed the emplacements for two additional guns not yet installed.

  The two men walked over to the ship, and while Wallace entered the ship, Simms picked up a cutting torch and ignited it, preparing to finish the two holes in the stern.

  When Wallace reappeared, he was carrying a coil of wire with a double plug to attach to the spacephones inside their helmets. He jammed the plug into Simms’ helmet and then into his own. Simms’ eyes lit up with surprise as he heard.…

  “...This is a general emergency announcement from Solar Guard headquarters. Squadrons A and B of the Marsopolis garrison will proceed to space quadrants W, sections forty-one to fifty. It is believed that Gus Wallace and Luther Simms are in that vicinity. Approach with caution, they are armed with atomic blasters and are believed to be psychologically unable to surrender. It is believed they will resist arrest.…”

  The voice repeated the announcement and added a general call for the men, if they were listening, to surrender. Wallace pulled out the two plugs and grinned at Simms.

  “Picked it up on the teleceiver inside the ship. Thought you might like to know how safe we are here.”

  Simms grinned back, “And how far off the track they are. Where is that space quadrant they think we’re in?”

  “Out past Saturn,” said Wallace with a grin. “With the Mars garrison chasing us at one end of the system, we’ll hit them on the other and be gone before they know what happened!”

  Simms patted the barrel of the nearest atomic blaster. “And, spaceman, we’re going to hit them hard!”

  CHAPTER 10

  “Stop your ship and be recognized!”

  The rasping voice on the audioceiver was sharp. A command to be obeyed.

  Tom turned away from the control board and looked at Strong who was already reaching for the ship’s intercom.

  “Full braking rocket thrust, Astro,” he yelled into the microphone, “and make it quick or we’ll all be blasted into protons!”

  Tom and the captain gripped their chairs tightly as the ship bucked against the deceleration force of the powerful braking rockets. Gradually the freighter Dog Star slowed and came to a dead stop in space.

  “Hey!” yelled Astro over the intercom from the power deck. “What’s going on up there?”

  “We’ve just entered the outer circle of defense on the prison asteroid, Astro,” replied Strong. “We have to stop so they can sweep us with their radar and identify the ship.”

  “But I sent them a message in Solar Guard code that we were coming,” interjected Roger who was listening from the radar bridge.

  “They still have to make sure it’s us,” said Strong.

  “Identify yourselves!” commanded the voice over the audioceiver again.

  “This is space freighter Dog Star under temporary command of Captain Strong of the Solar Guard,” answered Strong.

  “What’s your business here?” demanded the voice again.

  “Interrogation of one of your prisoners. We have sent a coded message, under code Z for Zebra to your prison commandant, Major Alan Savage. If you’ll check with him, you’ll find everything in order,” said Strong.

  “Very well,” replied the voice crisply, and then added, “Remain where you are. Do not move from your present position or attempt to send any messages. If you fail to comply with these conditions you will be blasted!”

  “Very well,” said Strong, “conditions are understood.”

  “Boy,” chimed in Roger, as he climbed down the ladder from the radar bridge, “they sure don’t want any company here.”

  “And for good reason,” said Strong. “The most vicious criminals in the whole universe are confined here. Every one of them is capable of committing any crime in the solar code. And most of them have. The men here are the worst. They have refused psychotherapeutic readjustment to make them into new men.”

  “But I thought they had to go through it, sir?” said Tom.

  “No,” replied Strong. “Even criminals have certain rights in our society. They can either remain criminals and stay here, or be psychoadjusted and given new personalities. The ones that refuse are the ones on this Rock.”

  “You mean,” gasped Roger, “that the men on this asteroid deliberately chose to remain criminals?”

  “Yes, Manning,” said Strong. “Rather than become healthy citizens of the system, they prefer to stay here and waste their lives in isolation with no hope of ever returning to society.”

  “Can they change their minds after they get here?” asked Tom.

  “Any time. But when they get this far, they usually stay here. The men on Prison Rock didn’t surrender easily. They are the toughest, most ruthless men in the universe.”

  “Attention! Freighter Dog Star! Attention!” the audioceiver rasped into life again. “You have been given temporary clearance. A space launch will ferry you to the asteroid. You are warned that any weapons discovered on your person, or acts that may be construed as providing aid and comfort to the inmates of this prison, will be considered treason against the Solar Alliance and you will be subject to immediate disciplinary action.”

  Tom and Roger glanced at each other, a worried look in their eyes. Strong just smiled. “Don’t worry, boys. That little speech is read to every visitor to the asteroid.”

  “Just the same, sir,” said Roger huskily, “I would prefer to remain aboard the Dog Star and give you, Tom, and Astro the pleasure of the visit.”

  Strong laughed. “They won’t let you, Roger. They’ll send up a crew of guards to search the ship. And the way these boys search makes a customs inspection look like a casual glance.”

  “Attention Dog Star!” A younger voice suddenly came in on the audioceiver. “This is Lieutenant Williams aboard the space launch. We are approaching your starboard catapult deck. Please open the air lock and take us aboard.”

  “They sure don’t waste any time,” commented Tom as he turned to the audioceiver. “Freighter Dog Star, Cadet Tom Corbett to Lieutenant Williams,” he called, “the air lock is open and the catapult deck is ready to receive you.” At the same time, the young cadet turned the valve that would open the outer air lock to the jet-boat deck.

  Five minutes later, the ship was swarming with tight-lipped enlisted Solar Guardsmen, who spoke to Strong and the cadets with cool courtesy. These were men who signed up for two years as guards on the Rock after competing with thousands of other enlisted men. A guard on the Rock was mid triple wages for the two-year isolation. But more than anything else the right to wear the bright white patch with a paralo-ray gun in the center denoting their service as guards on the Rock was prestige envied even by commissioned officers of the Solar Guard.

  After what Tom thought to be the most thorough search he had ever seen was over, Lieutenant Williams reported to the control deck where Strong and the cadets had been politely but firmly detained. He informed them that they were now ready to blast off to the Rock, adding that a more detailed search of the area between the ship’s outer and inner hulls would be conducted after they had gone.

  “You mean,” said Tom, amazed, “that you actually search the four inches between the two hulls? What in the universe could we possibly hide in there?”

  “I don’t know, Corbett,” replied Williams. “We’ve never found anything there.” He turned to Strong and smiled. “But there’s always a first time, isn’t there, sir?”

  “Yes, of course,” agreed Strong. “You do a thorough job, Williams. Very good indeed!”

  “Thank you, sir,” said Williams. “You know, we’ve heard about you and the Polaris unit here on the Rock.” He turned to Tom, Roger, and Astro. “We have a stereo of that mercuryball game you played at the Academy when you were Earthw
orms.”

  “What?” cried Tom. “You mean that game was recorded?”

  “It sure was,” said Williams. “But we’ve seen it at least fifty times.”

  “Well, blast my jets!” said Astro in amazement.

  The game was one that the cadets had played when they first entered the Academy. It had done much to unify the boys into a fighting team.

  An enlisted sergeant suddenly appeared, snapping to attention in front of Lieutenant Williams. “Ready to blast off, sir,” he said.

  “Very well,” said Williams, then turned to Strong and the cadets. “Follow me, please.”

  In a few moments the space launch was blasting away from the freighter and heading for a tiny planetoid in the distance. As they drew near, Strong and the cadets peered out of the ports to get a view of the prison, but were disappointed when Williams ordered the ports covered.

  He smiled apologetically at Strong and explained, “All approaches are secret, sir. We can’t allow anyone to see where our defenses are located.”

  “You fellows certainly believe in keeping prisoners in and visitors out!” commented Strong.

  “Anyone interested in coming to the Rock, sir,” said Williams, “is under natural suspicion.”

  The three cadets gulped, duly impressed with the severity of the prison routine.

  Soon they felt the unmistakable jar and bump of the small space vessel touching the surface of the planetoid. The jets cut out suddenly and Williams stood up.

  “Please follow me. Do not speak to anyone, and do not stop walking. Keep your hands in front of you and maintain a distance of ten feet between you and the man in front of you.”

  He walked through the open hatch where a hard-faced enlisted guardsman stood rigidly, holding a paralo-ray gun at the ready.

  With a quick nod to the cadets Strong followed Williams through the hatch. At ten-foot intervals they followed him out of the hatch, with Tom bringing up the rear and the enlisted guardsman behind him.

  As Tom stepped out onto the surface of the asteroid he wasn’t quite sure what he expected to see, but he certainly wasn’t ready for the sight that greeted his eyes.

  As far as he could see, there was grass, spotted with small one-story buildings. To the left was a single towering structure built of Titan crystal and on top of it was the largest atomic blaster he had ever seen. He turned to ask the guardsman about the gun but was motioned ahead with a curt, “No questions. Keep walking.”

  Tom continued to walk. He noticed that they were heading for the tower. As he drew nearer, he could see men walking around a narrow catwalk at the top. They all carried paralo-ray rifles with miniature grids mounted on the barrel. Inside the rifle was a tiny radar direction finder. It was a simple but effective control against escaping prisoners. Each of the inmates of the Rock wore small metal disks welded to a thin chain around their waists. The disk was sensitive to radar impulses, and with no more effort than snapping a thumb catch on the rifle, the guard could locate and paralyze the nearest disk-wearing inmate.

  Tom was so full of questions it was necessary for the guard to warn him again, only this time in sharper tones.

  Entering the tower, they were scrutinized and cleared by an electronic beam that passed through their bodies and indicated any metal they might carry. Once through this last barrier, they were escorted to a slidestairs, where Williams left them.

  * * * *

  Throughout the entire procedure few words had passed between the cadets. Now left alone on the stairs, they couldn’t contain themselves and the comments and questions tumbled out.

  “Did’ja see that blaster on top of this place?” Roger blurted out.

  “Those radar-controlled paralo-ray rifles are really something!” said Astro.

  “The thing I want to know,” said Tom, “is where are the prisoners? I haven’t seen one yet.”

  “And you’re not likely to, either, Cadet Corbett!” said a gruff voice above them. They turned to see a heavy-set man wearing the uniform of a major in the Solar Guard, standing on the floor above them. The slidestairs carried them to his level and Captain Strong hopped off and extended his hand in greeting.

  “Major Savage!” he explained. “Good to see you again!”

  “Same here,” said Savage, returning Strong’s firm handclasp. He turned and faced the cadets. “So this is the Polaris unit, eh?” He smiled. “We’ve really enjoyed the stereo of that game of mercuryball you played back at the Academy.”

  “Thank you, sir,” said Tom. “Lieutenant Williams has already told us how much he liked it.”

  “Come into my quarters and relax. I imagine you could do with some good solid food after those synthetics on your trip.”

  “We certainly could, sir,” said Strong.

  They followed the big man through a sliding panel into a suite of comfortably furnished rooms. Five minutes later, the cadets and the officers were enjoying their first hot meal in a week. As they ate, Major Savage brought up the purpose of their visit. “So you’ve come to talk to Bull Coxine, eh?”

  “Yes,” nodded Strong. “And I don’t imagine he has developed any affection for me.”

  “No, I wouldn’t say he has,” replied Savage. “In fact, I don’t think Bull has any affection for anyone, not even himself. Why do you want to see him, anyway?”

  Strong quickly summarized the theft of the adjustable light-key and the unsuccessful search for Wallace and Simms, concluding finally with the knowledge of Coxine’s association with Wallace.

  “I’m hoping Coxine will give me a lead to Wallace’s whereabouts,” said Strong.

  “Well, you can ask him,” shrugged the major. “But personally, I don’t think you’re going to get any further than saying hello. If he’ll even let you say that. He hates you, Strong. Hates you in a way I’ve never seen a man hate before. When you talk to him, be careful.”

  “I will,” said Strong grimly.

  “Don’t let him get near you. He’s the strongest man I’ve ever seen. Came blasted near choking a guard to death with one hand when he escaped. He could break a man’s neck with both hands.”

  Strong smiled. “Evidently, Major, you haven’t noticed the size of Cadet Astro. I’ll take him along with me for protection.” He looked at Astro, who flushed in quick embarrassment.

  “Very well, Strong,” said Savage. “I’ll have a jet car brought around. You can go right down to his hut.”

  “Er—may I ask a question, sir?” asked Tom.

  The major smiled. “Go right ahead, Corbett.”

  “It’s about this whole setup,” explained Tom. “I was expecting fences and prisoners and—well, most anything but green grass and small white buildings!”

  “The little huts you saw,” replied the major, “are as much of a prison as we have. Each hut holds one prisoner. He has all the necessary furniture, in addition to audioceivers and story spools which he can change once a week. He also has basic garden equipment. All prisoners grow everything they eat. Each man is dependent on himself and is restricted to the hut and the area around it. If he comes within two miles of the tower, the guards will pick him up on radar and order him back. If he comes within one mile, they fire without further warning. Only one man has ever escaped. Coxine. And that was because we had a sick man on guard duty, or he never would have made it. He overpowered the guard, took his uniform, and stowed away on a supply ship. We caught him a year later.”

  “Didn’t your radar pick up the disk he was wearing, sir?” asked Roger.

  “That method of protection was only installed a few months ago,” said the major.

  “And the prisoners just sit there—in those little huts?” asked Astro.

  “Yes, Astro!” said the major with a tone of finality in his voice. “They just sit. This is the end of the line.”

  The three cadets looked at each other and secretly vowed never to take a chance of doing anything that would send them to the Rock.

  Five minutes later, Strong was driving a j
et car along a narrow paved road toward one of the white huts. Astro sat beside him grimly silent, his hands balled into tight hamlike fists. They rounded a curve and Strong pulled up in front of the house. As they climbed out of the car, they could see the trim neat lanes of the little garden with carefully printed signs on each row indicating what was growing. They started for the house and then stopped short. Bull Coxine stood in the doorway, watching them.

  Dressed in the snow-white coverall of the prison garb, Coxine faced them squarely, his thick trunklike legs spread wide apart. He was a giant of a man with long heavily muscled arms that dangled from a huge pair of shoulders. His jet-black hair was a tangled unkempt mass, and his face was scarred and lined. Eyes blazing with unconcealed hatred he waited for Captain Strong to make the first move.

  “Hello, Bull,” said Strong quietly. “I’d like to talk to you.”

  “Oh, you would, huh?” Coxine spat and his lips twisted in a mocking grin. “What’s the matter? Afraid to talk to me alone?” he indicated Astro. “Did you have to bring one of your Space Cadets for protection?”

  “Listen, Bull,” urged Strong, “I was your friend once. I turned you in because you were a mutineer and I was an officer of the Solar Guard. I’d do the same to this cadet if he tried what you did.”

  “Yeah, I’ll bet you would,” snarled the criminal. “Just like a real friend!” His voice deepened into a low roar. “Don’t talk to me about the old days! I’m on the Rock and you’re just another Solar Guard space crawler to me. Now get out of here and leave me alone.”

  “I came to ask you to help me, Bull,” Strong persisted. “I need information.”

  Coxine’s eyes narrowed into slits. “What kind of information?”

  “You once tried to hold up a Credit Exchange on Ganymede with a man called Gus Wallace. He had a hide-out in the asteroid belt. I’d like to know where it is,” said Strong.

  “Why?”