THE RUNAWAY ASTEROID 



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THE STARMAN SERIES 

by Michael D. Cooper 


MUTINY ON MARS 
THE RUNAWAY ASTEROID 
JOURNEY TO THE TENTH PLANET 
DESCENT INTO EUROPA 
THE LOST RACE OF MARS 
DOOMSDAY HORIZON 


(The seventh book, THE STARLIGHT MANEUVER, 
and other volumes are in preparation.) 


The short stories 
The Flight of the Olympia, 
The City of Dust, 


SETI, 

A Matter of Time, 

and Return to Europa 

are available in the first five issues of the

 Inter*Stellar, the fanzine for the Starman series. 

A novelette outside the main storyline, 

The Lost Tomorrow, 

is serialized in The Starman Chronicles. 

All items may be ordered through the 
Starman web site at www.StarmanSeries.com. 



David Foster Number Two 

THE RUNAWAY ASTEROID 


by Michael D. Cooper 

Artwork by Nick Baumann 

A David Foster Starman Adventure 

Copyright  2004 
David Baumann, Jon Cooper, and Mike Dodd 
all rights reserved 
ABCDE A Baumann-Cooper-Dodd Enterprise 



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The Starman Team dedicates this book to 

Fred Woodworth 

a rare and gifted individual who practices generosity in a world of 
acquisitiveness, courage in a world of indifference, honesty in a 
world of opportunism, and personal responsibility in a world of 
buck-passing; an artist and craftsman few in this era know how to 
appreciate; who has done as much as any and more than most to 
advance the cause of series books; and whose genius has abundantly 
proven that the books deplored by librarians of a previous 
age are treasures that shaped several generations and made their 
readers better people. 

To Fred Woodworth of Tucson, Arizona, 
the series book world owes a debt 
that can never be repaid. 



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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS 


The Starman team wishes to thank 

STEPHEN AVERY for coining the term greegles. Though these remarkable beings will 
probably not reappear for several books, their place in the Starman series is an essential 
part of the saga. 

TOM NARWID, amateur astronomer, for supplying the photograph which we used for the 
endpapers. The scene was taken through his backyard telescope in Cottonwood, Arizona. 


KEVIN ANETSBERGER for preparing Toms spectacular, multi-colored original photograph 
for publication by reducing it to two colors. 

The number of fans of the Starman series is growing each day, and we appreciate the 


contributions many of them have made to the project. Their assistance, encouragement, 
and technical support have helped to improve the storyline and scientific accuracy of 
the Starman adventures. 


INTRODUCTION 


The Starman Team dedicated its first book, Assault On Mars, to 
Joseph Greene, the late author of the Dig Allen series which was 
the inspiration for the Starman series. A complimentary copy was 
sent to his son Paul, who was moved by the tribute. We then 
asked Paul to write an introduction to The Runaway Asteroid. The 
following is his responsesurely one of the most unusual introductions 
in any book anywhere, and one we are privileged to share 
with our readers. 


Dear Dad, 

A most remarkable invention is weaving the world together in a way we never 
anticipated while you were on Earth, and it netted your writing. Fans of your 
books for juveniles, The Digby Allen series, were able to connect to each other, 
share their enthusiasm for your novels, and were inspired to continue the voyage. 
Led by Jonathan Cooper, the intrepid mastermind of the creative crew, they made a 
commitment to write their own vision of the future. Thoughtfully, they credit you 
as having shoulders broad enough for them to stand on and see the centuries beyond. 
The invention that has made this possible is called the internet. There seems 
no need to explain what it is here, but part of its magic is that it can permit people 
to connect to each other independently of time and space. 

The themes of Dig Allen from the 1960s have worked like the internet in that 
they functioned independently of time and space, only much more slowly. You 
presented your ideas in books as ideas are posted on the internet. The authors of 
Starman were drawn to the themes in your books and then each other in cyberspace, 
which acts as both the bookshelf and caf for todays ideas and authors. The 
creators of Starman saw value in your stories and tried to get the publisher to re



new the series. Sadly, your old publisher ignored them and blocked the revival, as 
though they were so much space junk. 

No one owns a theme. But the creators of Starman have shown that they share 
some of the beliefs that you express in your subjects. Their young men of the stars 
prove that they too are brave, adventurous and willing to sacrifice for freedom and 
justice. With a loyalty toward each other that would create envy in every generation, 
they test themselves against cunning scoundrels. As they conquer villains, 
they, and we along with them, learn whether they measure up. Will they prove 
themselves worthy as young people have done for all time? Young readers can have 
a chance to preview something about their own lives and the world they will live 
in. And just as you believed, somehow the human race survives. If the world of 
Starman is an accurate guess on the future, then the good guys, the ones in the 
white spacesuits, will continue to prevail and produce more young people to keep 
the dream alive. I hope that some of the next generation of courageous young people 
will read this series. 

Your fans dont know that you started writing seriously relatively early in life, in 
the 1920s and 30s, first as a teen for your personal pleasure and then on your 


school newspaper at New Utrecht High School in Brooklyn, New York. Did having 
to learn the English language after speaking Russian until the age of seven 
help you become a better writer? Were your poems and letters to Mom valuable 
both to her and to your professional development? Did the comic books you 
authored during the Golden Age of comics give you a better sense of story-telling 
and dialogue or did it degrade your love of language? I know that writing television 
scripts and other creative projects supported the family during the difficult years of 
the 1950s, but how did it affect your later work with Digby Allen? So many of 
your themes are repeated and reworked in several of your creations right through to 
the late 1980s. Who would guess that you once wrote a paper on the use of the 
raven in several of Shakespeares plays? Or that you wrote biology text to accompany 
a new medium, slides made from strips of 35-mm film? Would admirers realize 
that you were most interested in world events, but read the sports section of the 
New York Times first, everyday? Im certain your fans wouldnt have read the 
American Elsewhen Almanac, a compilation of bits of Americana and commentary 
that you published in the 1980s. 

I want to thank the authors of Starman for giving me the opportunity to write the 
introduction to their second novel. If there is a way to communicate to you across 


the veil between our dimensional world and the one in which you now reside, then 
it must be through the pages of a book. After the love of family, I dont believe 
anything was more precious to you than books, so maybe this letter will be able 
to cross the divide. Just as I proofread the drafts of Digby Allen before you sent 
them to the publisher, your granddaughter and grandson proofread this. Perhaps that 
will act like a mystical booster rocket to get these pages to you. 

And to future space pioneers, may the solar winds be at your back. 

Love, 
Paul 

October 20, 2000 


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1: Controlled Fury 
THEYRE getting closer! Theyre almost on us! We wont make it into the Belt on 
time! The navigator of the Silver Spear was on the verge of panic. His frenzied 
hands moved over the controls. 

Keep going! Keep up full speed! Make sure that we get there ahead of them! 
Lurton Zimbardos voice was even and controlled, but it was obvious that he was 
barely containing his volatile fury. His commands were not to be questioned. His 
nostrils flared, the muscles around his lips were taut, he kept his fists clenched and 
pounded a persistent rhythm on his ships control panel. His breath sounded as if 
he could inhale and exhale the rooms entire atmosphere. It was only his iron self-
control that kept his crew from giving in to their fears. 

Behind them just moments away Starman David Zip Fosters ship, the Star 
Ranger, was closing the gap. The pursuit had been going on for two days, since 
the Silver Spear had blasted off from Eagle City on Mars and escaped while the 


rest of the pirates were rounded up by Earths forces. Zip Foster, accompanied by 
Starmen Mark Seaton and Joe Taylor and their companion Steve Cliff, had followed 
less than fifteen minutes later. The brief lead that Lurton Zimbardos ship 
had was enough to keep the Silver Spear out of the clutches of their pursuers, but 
not by much. The crew of the Spear was suffering acutely from sleeplessness and 
mounting anxiety. 

Only days earlier, Lurton Zimbardo had been second-in-command under Troy 
Putnam. Together they had organized over 500 men and attempted to take control 
of the capital city of Mars in a sudden attack. Had they succeeded, the pirates could 
have held the people of the Earth-Moon system hostage to their demands. The 
Starmen and their allies had thwarted the pirates plan. Most of the pirates, including 
their leader, had been captured. Zimbardo, however, had escaped with a few 
others. With the Starmen in close pursuit, he was desperately trying to outrun 
them and return to the pirates base in the Asteroid Belt. 

The Belt loomed up. The first few chunks of rock were visible now to the unaided 
eyes of those on the deck of the Silver Spear. In seconds, they were among 
them. The navigator screamed as the ship whipped by a pitted rock a quarter of a 
mile long, missing it by a few yards. 

Fool! shouted Zimbardo. Turn on the automatic pilot! The navigators eyes 


were the size of saucers. Immobile with terror, he didnt respond to Zimbardos 
command. The former second-in-command of the pirates pushed him out of the 
chair, took over, and activated the switch that cut in the automatic pilot. Lurton 
Zimbardo was not physically imposing, but more than made up for his slight build 
with an immensely strong will and a decisive nature that was merciless whenever it 
served him. 

He knew they were going too fast even for the automatic pilot to keep the ship 
safe once they entered the thick sweep of the asteroids. He also knew that the Belt 
was their only hope of escaping the Starmen on their trail. Powered by adrenaline, 
his senses were functioning at their peak. With amazing alacrity and intensity, 
Zimbardo aided the automatic pilot and threaded the Silver Spear through the weaving 
asteroids. It almost seemed as if he were in a trance. 

Soon a dark asteroid loomed ahead, roughly shaped like a potato, forty-five 
miles long and twenty-five wide, rotating slowly around its longest axis. It was 
nearly invisible both to the eye and to the instruments, but Zimbardo knew where 
it was. He barked out a command. The Silver Spear slowed quickly, and moments 
later a huge airlock door opened in one of the poles of the asteroid. Zimbardo piloted 
the ship into the airlock, through the stone tunnel that led into the interior of 
the asteroid, and then touched down. 


The thin, wiry man raced for the control room as fast as he could run, pushing 
men out of the way and heeding no one who called out to him. Once inside, he 
quickly pressed a series of buttons and entered a numeric code. Once it was entered 
and confirmed, he made a fist and slammed it hard on a large red button. Immediately 
all the radar screens were covered with snow. 

Zimbardo relaxed for the first time in days. He exhaled quietly and actually 
smiled. He took a deep breath and smiled more broadly. 

Sir? asked one of the technicians who had watched the procedure. 

I detonated a hydrogen bomb on a neighboring asteroid a couple of hundred 
miles from here. Part of a backup plan for keeping this place hidden. It will clog 
all radar screens for a few minutes. By the time they clear, no one will be able to 
find us or this asteroid. 

Zimbardos relaxed state did not last long. He swelled up with energy again, 
strode to another console, and tapped in a series of commands. 

Come here, Gene, he ordered as his fingers flew over the keyboard. The man 
he addressed quickly came to stand by the pirate leader. He was a well-built young 
man in his late twenties with short curly brown hair, finely chiseled features, and 
an obvious desire to please. He was well trained in the technology of space control 
systems. After he had proven his competence in the field, Troy Putnam had made 


him his chief control officer. 

Zimbardo continued. Follow these coordinates at this speed. Dont alter the 
course for any reason without my permission. 

Gene looked at the planning board where the numbers were posted in a pleasant 
green light. That course will take us out of the Belt, Mr. Zimbardo. Is that what 
you want? 

Thats what I want. Its time to move away from here. If anything out of the 
ordinary happens, let me know immediately. Find me by using my personal code 
on the communicatorno general announcement. Keep watch especially for any 
spacecraftespecially any spacecraft! 

Yes sir! Gene took his place and the others returned to their duties. 

Once he saw that the crew members were well settled, he picked up the intercom 
and ordered his leaders to assemble in a meeting room in five minutes. From the 
few dozen pirates left, he had hand-selected five competent leaders to be his lieutenants: 
Gebbeth, Crass, Lather, Bolcher, and Slant. 

In less than that time, Lurton Zimbardo was sitting at a table with the five other 
men. All but Zimbardo looked haggard. The pirates were demoralized and upset. 
Victory on Mars and beyond had been within their grasp, but it had all been blundered 
away. A band of several hundred men who had planned and worked for several 


years had been reduced to a few dozen. Their dreams of power and prominence, 
shaped and fueled by their captain Troy Putnam, had been utterly destroyed. Now 
Putnam was in custody on Mars, along with the rest of the pirates who had been 
captured by Earths forces. 

Troy Putnam was a fool, Zimbardo announced in a quiet voice edged with 
steel. His plan might have workedmight have worked, if I had had more part in 
planningbut he was no more than a conceited ignoramus! The Starmen walked in 
on him and took him completely by surprise! I can just imagine how his face must 
have looked as he realized his plan was over and he was led off to jail. A fool! We 
are better off without him! 

Better off without him? asked one man in a dull voice. What do you mean, 
Lurton? Better off for what? 

Dont be a fool yourself, Crass! Zimbardo sneered. You think were finished 
here? We will still get what we want and it wont be very difficult! We dont need 
Putnam and we dont need a few hundred men, either! You can be thankful youre 
here instead of locked in a stone room in Eagle City eating square, plain, healthy 
meals off of a metal tray! The collapse of Putnams big dream is the best thing 
that could have happened for us! 

A muscular, unsmiling man on Zimbardos right swung his gaze to the speaker. 


It sounds as if you have a plan, Mr. Zimbardo. The man was in his early thirties 
and resembled a street fighter. His carefully combed dark hair made him look almost 
strikingly handsome, but his eyes were black and humorless. 

Zimbardo turned toward the man. Yes, I have a plan. You, Gebbeth, will be 
my chief assistant and the pilot of the Tartarus, my personal ship. I can depend on 
you. Space Commands celebration on Mars will be extremely short-lived. 

You were always the strong one, Lurton, said another. I kind of always figured 
you for the real leader, and I always wished it was you instead of Putnam. 

Now you got your wish, Bolcher. Ive taken charge. Im moving this asteroid 
out of its orbit into a place outside the Belt. Heres my plan. 

Almost an hour later, the men left the meeting room, smiling, joking, and 
stepping lightly. Their fatigue was gone, their discouragement forgotten. 

Lurton Zimbardo was the last to leave. Now that things were moving in the direction 
he wanted, he allowed his fatigue to take over. Encouraged by the support 
of his assistants, he felt he could rest at last. He walked down the halls, past various 
doors and entered an elevator. The display screen offered only the few floors in 
use by the pirates but Zimbardo had another destination in mind. Alone in the elevator, 
he punched in a special code which only he knew. When the proper sequence 
was displayed, he pressed Enter. As the elevator began to move, the new leader of 


the pirates relaxed even further. The others would not know where he was, and he 
would be undisturbed. 

He could barely sense the elevators motion. He didnt know how far into the asteroids 
interior he was moving, but he knew what he would find when he reached 
his destination. The door opened and Zimbardo stepped out. A quick walk down a 
short corridor brought him to a double door. Embossed on the doors was a huge, 
rich, golden symbola lush planet with about 80% blue oceans, a few continents, 
and thick cloud cover. Three small moons were arranged at the upper left, set at the 
points of an equilateral triangle. Zimbardo had been intrigued by the design when 
hed first found it, but now he hastened through the doors without noticing it. He 
was eager to get into the Chamber beyond. 

As Lurton stepped into the room, he gasped. His dozen prior visits still had not 
taken the surprise out of the room. Each time he stepped into the Chamber he 
seemed to be setting foot into another world; he knew he was still inside the asteroid 
but his senses told him otherwise. 

Lurton seemed to be standing on a high mountain overlooking a vast plain on 
some forgotten planet. A pale blue sky was overhead and a light wind was blowing. 
Down below on the plain he saw a river snaking its way through a green forest; 
if he listened carefully he could hear the water. In the distance he saw a fantas



tic alien metropolis of beautiful glass skyscrapers; he could just barely make out 
ships hovering over it and small vehicles driving around in the distance. Clouds 
sailed gently overhead; it was near dusk. 

He knew that the room was actually no more than about a hundred feet square, 
but the display was seamless. For all the world he seemed to be standing on another 
planet on a late, peaceful afternoon. He had never been able to find out how 
the room worked or where the wind came from, but he suspected the display was 
generated by some sort of holographic projectors far in advance of anything he had 
ever seen or heard of. 

Lurton guessed that the scene was from the home planet of the asteroids builders; 
perhaps the distant city was their capital. He had spent hours watching the 
room and never tired of it, for the scene always changed. After a certain number of 
hours dusk fell and the city lights came on. He had watched different kinds of 
weather and seen glorious sunsets and sunrises. Occasionally he caught a glimpse 
of a huge alien starship. He had seen many strange things in the Chamber and he 
was sure that he had not seen them all. 

Lurton liked coming here when he was upset or annoyed; the room had a peaceful 
air that rested and soothed him. He was certainly in need of that now. He hadnt 
slept in over fifty hours and could easily have lain down in what seemed like soft 


turf and fallen deeply asleep, but the ethereal beauty of the Chambers vision was 
restful and he didnt want to close his eyes for an instant while he was inside. 

He thought back to the day when hed found the room. The asteroid had been 
drifting and uninhabited for who knows how many thousands of years when a solitary 
asteroid miner had found it and discovered that it was hollow. He had told a 
few others about his find and eventually Troy Putnam learned of it. Zimbardo 
grudgingly admitted to himself that Troy was a geniusa weak, impractical genius, 
but a genius nonetheless. Putnam had found the miner and persuaded him to 
bring him to the nearly-invisible asteroid. He had even learned how to use many of 
the asteroids capabilities, and then had made it the base for his foolish attempt to 
take over Mars. 

Shortly after the pirates had taken residence, Troy Putnam had directed Lurton to 
explore the asteroid beyond the few floors the pirates used and find out everything 
he could about it. It was a trying assignment. The first few floors comprised a 
connected unit and the elevator codes were easy to learn. Moving anywhere else 
was a matter of trial and error, and the access codes were complex. 

One day Zimbardo had found the Chamber. There was very little that could 
arouse any kind of sensitivity in the wiry, energetic man, but the Chamber could 
do so. Maybe it was because no one else knew about it and no one could see him 


wrapped in the depths of the emotions the room could inspire. The Chamber was 
not the only secret of the asteroid which Lurton had retained for himself, but it was 
certainly the best one. 

At last the peace and enchantment of the Chamber overcame Lurtons resistance 
to slumber. He sat down and rested with his back against a tree, gazing over the 
landscape at the alien city. The massive trunk was slightly rough but not uncomfortable. 
Huge roots spread out in all directions before disappearing into the grassy 
soil. Branches laden with broad leaves made a shadow-filled canopy over the pirate 
leader. 

As he felt sleep coming on, he fumed one more time at the Starmen and the 
stupidity of Troy Putnam. He mulled over his plan and smiled a little. The Star-
men would live to regret what they had done to him. His eyes closed and his 
breathing became deep and regular. At last the pirates new leader slept. 

Above him a few birds chirped peacefully. A short distance away a brook murmured 
in lyric gentleness. The sky over the city gradually turned from flawless 
blue through lavender into violet, and silver stars emerged. 


2: Sent to Ceres 
THE SPLENDOR of the Asteroid Belt stretched away in all directions, and the piercing 
light of uncountable stars filled the background. Such a view was possible 
only in airless space. Starman David Foster was staring out of the window of his 
ship, the Star Ranger, but he was not really seeing anything. His brow was furrowed 
with an uneasy doubt. 

Still no sign of em, Zip, announced Joe Taylor. The lanky six-footer had 
eased naturally into the position of pilot under Davids direction. Joe had flown 
everything from ancient biplanes to interplanetary rockets. He understood the principles 
of propulsion and flight, and with amazing facility could learn to fly almost 
any vehicle designed for traveling through an atmosphere or the vacuum of space. 

Mark Seaton had naturally become the navigator and engine master of the Star-
man crew. He specialized in engines and large, complex machinery. He had always 


had a talent for understanding machines, and he knew the workings of the average 
rocket from stem to stern. 

David Foster, like all Starmen, was able to navigate and fly his own ship, but 
had a specialty in Deep Space exploration and survival skills. Whenever he was 
faced with a problem, he could think it through and come up with a solution with 
the equipment available. He was a natural leader. He excelled at organization and 
decision-making, and Joe and Mark were glad to be a part of the Starman team under 
Zips leadership. 

Joe continued to relate his observations. Ive scanned as far as the instruments 
can reach, and theres just nothing out there in any directionexcept the Earth 
ships, of course. They should be here in about three hours. 

No debris? 

No, Zip. Ive found where the explosion took place and examined that more 
carefully than any other area. It was a violent blow. I think about a third of an asteroid 
was turned into dust when it went off, and thats powerful enough to vaporize 
any ship that was carrying a weapon with that kind of potential. 

Zip shook his head as if warding off a buzzing insect. All right. Nothing we 
can do about it. He turned to the third Starman on the crew. Mark, he called out. 
Would you send a report to Mars please and ask Commander De Koven what he 


wants us to do? 

Okay, Zip. 

Mark prepared the message and sent it off. The response would come through 
after a delay of several minutes. As they waited, Joe said, You seem uneasy, Zip. 
Whats there to worry about? 

I just like completion. That ship we were chasing carried the last of the pirates 
from Mars, and Id just feel a lot better if there were some debris, some evidence 
that they hadnt escaped. 

Zip, came a deep voice from the lounge next to the flight deck, theres a lot 
of uncertainties in life, specially life in space. I been around a lot and believe me, 
the exception is when you really know everything that happenedand thats 
never. 

Sure, Steve, answered Zip, raising his voice. I know. But I dont like it. 

Youll probably be uneasy most of your life then. Cmon, be like me. Lie 
down, relax, take a nap. Youve been rushing for days now, especially the last 
couple when we were shooting through the void at top speed. Give it up now, boy. 
You cant do anything more. 

Zip didnt answer, but he walked into the lounge. Steve Cliff was completely 
relaxed, with his feet propped on a table. His huge frame was sunk into the sofa 


deeper than Zip would have thought possible. Zip picked up a book that Mark had 
been reading, and lay down. In less than a minute, he was asleep with the open 
book face down on his chest. 

Up you go, Zip, its dinnertime. Steves normally boisterous voice was gentle 
and almost subdued. Zip took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes. He sat up, 
put the book aside and ran his hands through his red hair. 

Whats going on? 

Youve been out almost four hours. Figured Id make myself useful so I 
whipped up some food. Here you go. Steve set a tray down on the nearby table. 
There were mashed potatoes, salad heavy on diced tomatoes just the way Zip liked 
it, and a few pieces of very thinly sliced roast beef in a luscious brown gravy. 

Looks delicious, Steve; thanks. 

Coffees coming up in a minute, steaming hot with half a teaspoon of sugar. 
Zip reflected for a moment about how little time he had known Steve and how well 
he fit in to the group of three Starmen. Steve already knew how he liked his coffee
hot and freshand what his favorite meal was. While he was enjoying the 
aroma of the meal before tucking into it, Steve brought in the coffee. 

Zip lifted a mouthful of roast beef and potatoes. Whats going on? he repeated. 


Mark got hold of the big guys in Eagle City, told em what was going on out 
here. They told us to wait until the Earth forces showed up and then get on back to 
Mars. Weve been under way almost an hour. Zip nodded. 

Mark says theres more and wants to talk to you whenever youre ready. 

Send him in. 

Mark came in as Zip put a fork into a chunk of tomato and lifted it out of the 
bowl, dripping with dressing. This really is delicious, Steve! he called out as 
Steve disappeared onto the flight deck, leaving the two Starmen to themselves. 

Steve told you were on our way back to Mars, Im sure, said Mark by way of 
preamble. Zip nodded. Commander De Koven also said that we are to report directly 
to Mars Base. We drop Steve off at Eagle City and go right on to the Base 
without getting out of the ship. Mars Base was Starlight Enterprises headquarters 
on Mars. It was a huge plant, covering several thousand acres of Martian desert 
near the north pole and far from any other settlement. 

Whats up? Zips gray eyes peered over the rim of the coffee mug as he took a 
swallow. 

Theres no danger of further attack on Marseverything seems to be secure in 
Eagle Citybut were to be given an assignment with a significant time factor, 
as the Commander put it. Too sensitive to put out over the radio even with scram



blers and tight beam. 

They mustve learned something from the pirates they captured. 

Joe peeked around the corner. NoI think theyre going to give us a medal and 
a month off for liberating Eagle City! 

Two days later, the Star Ranger was cruising at a good clip a few miles above 
the Martian desert. Eagle City was behind them, and the course was set almost due 
north. Mark was reminiscing about the parting with Steve. 

Dont worry about a thing, boysIll make sure the little folk get back to the 
Moon safely enough. Steve was referring to Jack and Jill, the diminutive citizens 
of Titan who had played a critical role in rescuing Eagle City from the pirates during 
their assault on Mars. 

Mark felt very badly that he hadnt been able to see the Titanians. Four days before, 
they had left Mars without notice to begin the frantic chase of the escaping 
pirates, and now they were urgently called to Mars Base with no time permitted to 
see their friends. Personal relationships were important to Mark. As the Star 
Ranger returned to Mars from the Asteroid Belt, he had made a recorded greeting 
and farewell for Jack and Jill and entrusted it to Steve. Mark was beginning to realize 
that for him, the life of a Starman would be marked with frequent partings and 


sorrows. 

The always-ebullient Joe did not seem to be affected. Dont worry about it, 
well see them again. Theyll understand. Right now were off on another adventure! 


As the Star Ranger approached the pole, Mark shifted his mood and hoped that 
Joe would be right. 

Oooh, yes! Look at that! exulted Joe, pointing out of the front of the ship. A 
light came over the horizon like a flame too bright to be looked at comfortably. 
The sun was reflecting off the glass-sheathed buildings of Mars Base, Starlight 
Enterprises primary headquarters on the fourth planet. 

As the Star Ranger rapidly closed the distance, Mark radioed for landing clearance. 


Gorgeous! said Joe. From the pilots seat he could make out the airport, the 
hangar, the sprawling laboratory and research buildings and the manufacturing centers. 
Men, robots, and machines scurried around the plant. Security was very high; 
ever since the pirate attack SE had redoubled its efforts to keep out unauthorized 
personnel. This was the area from which Starlight Enterprise conducted its Martian 
operations. 

Immediately after landing, the Starmen were brought into a spacious office. As 


they entered, a clean-shaven man with a rather long crew cut looked up. 

Mr. Konig! exclaimed Zip as he led the little parade into the central portion of 
the complex. I sure didnt expect to see you here! Konig was in charge of security 
throughout the entire SE system. 

Welcome to the Base, Starmen! Konig stood up and came around his desk to 
greet each of them with a warm, two-handed handshake. He was a genial man, large 
but by no means overweight, very strong, firm, and of almost regal bearing. He 
gave the impression of being always available and affable, but never to be taken for 
granted. 

Sit down, he continued. What I have to say is of vital importance and Im 
afraid we dont have time to do more than get you briefed on the situation. I cant 
even take the time to commend you for the outstanding work you did against the 
pirates. Richard is busting with pride over his newest Starmen! I cant say I blame 
himyou did marvelous work! You three are wanted on Earth for some special 
recognition, but unfortunately we have a brief mission for you first. 

Richard was Richard Starlight, the head of Starlight Enterprise who had entrusted 
Mark and Joe with their Martian assignment. 

Thank you, Mr. Konig, responded Zip simply. 

The pirates only had a few men placed here at the Base, but they were enough 


to shut down operations for the few days they needed to paralyze Eagle City. 
Frankly, it was a surprise for us and Richard wanted me to take personal charge of 
security on Mars until it was quite clear that the threat was past. Actually, I flew 
in with the invasion fleet. My most important assignment here is to set up a secret 
base for Starlight Enterprise, which will be a backup and defense unit prepared for 
any events such as the one weve just experienced. 

A secret base? 

Yes. Ill be looking for the best site, recruiting the right people to man it, and 
drawing up plans for construction and the tasks it will have to perform. I dont 
need to tell you that the project is highly confidential. Im only telling you about 
it because youre Starmen, and it will be a resource youll need to become familiar 
with. Of course, there will be much more information coming your way later. 

Oritz Konig spoke cleanly and clearly, but gave the impression that his 
thoughts were racing faster than he could speak. He had had to discipline himself to 
speak so that others could follow him. There were few wasted words when he had 
to get a message across, but he was able to converse in a way that assured his listeners 
that he valued them as people and needed their cooperation. Konig manifested 
an extremely rare combination of being a people person as well as having 
a supremely disciplined and task-oriented mind. 


We interrogated the pirates while you were in the Asteroid Belt. We started 
with Troy Putnam, of course, but he wont say a word. Hes got a strange kind of 
strength to himgenial in a lot of ways, but utterly inflexible and unbreakable 
when he doesnt want to cooperate. 

We questioned other pirate leaders, too, of course, and a lot of the rank and file. 
Not all of them cooperated, but enough did that we learned that they have a base in 
the Belt. Its no ordinary base. Most of the pirates dont know its origin but they 
can describe what it looks like. 

Its a fairly good-sized chunk of hard stone, mostly iron. Its hollow, and the 
base is inside. The access port is concealed. More to the point, it cannot be detected 
by radar. 

Some of the toughest of the pirates sneered that wed never find itthat it 
couldnt be seen even if you were right on top of it. 

Joe jumped in. But sir, this technology is not new. There have been craft since 
the late twentieth century that were invisible to radar. There are other ways to find 
themgravitational influences, to name one. 

Of course, Starman Taylor. This asteroid, however, appears to be the work of 
some advanced race, other than Earth. The pirates didnt create itthey took it 
over. Its sheathing system is highly effective, highly effective indeed. The pirates 


could be lying, of course, but once the word got out to them that we knew about 
the asteroid, most of them seemed to swell with a kind of arrogant pride, even welcoming 
the fact that we had the information. They were confident that we couldnt 
do anything about it. 

And that explains, Im sure, why we couldnt find them in spite of an exceedingly 
thorough search of the area, concluded David Foster, feeling somewhat vindicated. 


So are we to go find the asteroid? put forth Joe, leaning forward in his chair. 

No, Mr. Taylor. We want you to find the man who discovered it. 

Joe leaned back into his chair, a puzzled look on his face. Oritz Konig continued. 


The asteroid was discovered almost twenty years ago by an asteroid miner 
named George St. George. Hes a loner, like so many of the asteroid miners. He 
makes a good living, but has no fixed address. Hes constantly on the move and 
spends most of his time away from settlements in the Belt. Hell disappear for 
months, maybe a year or twothen show up on Ceres or in Eagle City with what 
he has found in the Belt and turn it into cash and supplies. Then hes gone again. 

Apparently he discovered this remarkable asteroid the pirates took over. Hes a 
trusting, almost nave, decent man. He spoke unguardedly about his find at one 


time and Troy Putnam learned about it. Putnam had St. George take him to the 
asteroid and paid him a good price for the knowledge. St. George showed Putnam 
where it was, and then disappeared into the Belt. Putnam went on to build his empire 
of pirates. 

And now you want us to find St. George so he can show us where the asteroid 
is, inferred Zip. 

Its not that simple, Starman. Weve also learned that the pirates who escaped 
are the most dangerous of the lot. Their leader is a very bad number named Lurton 
Zimbardo. The pirates were willing to obey Troy Putnam because he encouraged 
them. They liked him. He was a charismatic leader who gave them visions of grandeur 
and made them think that they could pull off the impossible. But they are 
afraid of Zimbardofor good reason, from what we hear. He is a merciless, calculating 
spaceman, patiently willing to play second-in-command to Putnam while 
waiting for his chance to take over. That chance has now come. 

The pirates are greatly reduced in number now, but those who are left are extremely 
dangerous. They will be fierce, uncompromising enemies. St. George is 
the only person outside of the pirates who knows where the asteroid is, how to find 
it, and has some knowledge of how it works. Where Putnam was willing to let St. 
George go about his business, Zimbardo will certainly determine to eliminate him. 


Zimbardo will try hard to find St. George. You must find him first. Protect him, 

and learn from him where the asteroid is. 

What do we know about him? How can he be found? asked Zip. 

He hasnt been heard from for over a year, and he could be anywhere in the 
Belt. But he has a friend named Montezuma Vly. If anyone knows where St. 
George is, Vly will knowand we know where Vly is. 

Why not just ask Vly where St. George is? asked Mark. 

Thats where your assignment begins, answered Konig. Like St. George, 
Montezuma Vly is an asteroid miner. Unlike St. George, he doesnt wander far 
from his home. But Vly has a deep distrust of any authority figures. He lives on an 
asteroid he calls Montezumas Castle. He claimed it over thirty years ago and enjoys 
his privacy. No government officials have any right to enter his domain. He 
is completely independent. Were hoping that where officialdom cant act, you 
young Starmen can. When he knows that George St. George is at risk, Im sure 
hell help you. 

Where do we find Montezuma Vly? asked Mark, who was the navigator for the 
trio of Starmen. 

Montezumas Castle is not far from Ceres. You can get to Vly in less than a 
day from Yellow City. Yellow City was the major center on Ceres, the largest 


and most important asteroid in the system, with a population of around 100,000. It 
doubled as a spaceport, and was a stopping-over and refueling point on the long 
voyage between the Inner and Outer Planets. 

Go to Ceres first and check in there. Since the pirates will be searching for St. 
George, youll have to conduct your search quietlyusing the Star Ranger and 
wearing Starmans red uniforms wont do on this assignment. Youll need to 
change ships and clothes in Yellow City. The rest of the information youll need 
will be provided for you in files which you can read as you travel. 

Lurton Zimbardo called his five most trusted leaders to a meeting in one of the 
libraries on the pirates asteroid. Each was dressed in the gray and black uniform 
that Troy Putnam had designed for the pirates for their failed mission to take over 
Mars. The meeting had been going on for several hours and had involved a lot of 
detailed organizational work. The men were tired and showing it. As usual, Zimbardo 
showed no signs of fatigue. 

Yes, gentlemen, said Zimbardo, You know what to do now. We will need to 
get all of our men busy and you must drive them, drive them relentlessly! I dont 
want to take any longer on this work than we need to. Weve been moving slowly 
out of the Asteroid Belt for almost three days. 


His laser pointer made a few small red circles on a chart in the library. This is 
where we were, and this is where were going to be. The chart was nearly a full 
wall of smooth quartz, illumined from the inside and showing the nearby configuration 
of asteroids. 

The table was strewn with large books opened to star maps, note pads, a couple 
of small computers and calculating machines, and a huge number of crumpled balls 
of paper. One man reached for a pitcher of water that was on the table and slowly 
filled his glass. Zimbardo continued. 

The manufacturing will begin tomorrowthatll be for Stubb to oversee. Once 
the sheathing device has proven effective we can begin work on restoring and disguising 
our fleet. After that, Crass, youll take care of the rest. 

One of the men looked up. What about St. George? If anyone discovers him he 
could put a serious crimp in our plans. 

Zimbardo looked annoyed. St. George will be dealt with, Mr. Slant. I have not 
forgotten him; you can leave that to me. He will never speak to the Starmen or 
anyone else. 

Another spoke. Is it really necessary to silence him? It will take a large number 
of men to make a searchmen we could use on the urgent projects at hand. Since 
youve moved the asteroid from its original site, he cant find us now or show 


anyone else how to find us. 

He cant find us, but he knows how this asteroid worksalmost as well as I 
do. If the Starmen learn what he knows, it could be disastrous for us in the unlikely 
chance that they ever locate us. I dont like taking chances, and I dont like 
leaving any loose ends. St. George is a loose end we cant afford. 

Do you know where to find him? He doesnt have any fixed place he calls 
home. 

Our men have quietly inquired for him on Ceres and learned that he has a good 
friend, another asteroid miner named Montezuma Vly. We know where Vly lives, 
and Vly will know where St. George is. Vly doesnt receive visitors, but his resistance 
won't keep a small fleet from landing. One way or another, Vly will tell us 
where to find George St. Georgeand soon. 


3: Montezumas Castle 
A FEW DAYS later, Lurton Zimbardo decided to take a tour of the workshops and 
check on progress. Where Troy Putnams organization had been large, easy-going, 
and confident, Zimbardos was tight, highly-organized, and ruthless. Its high degree 
of efficiency was dependent almost exclusively on Zimbardo himself. Once Zimbardo 
had asserted his control over the organization, the asteroid and its crew had 
rapidly become an extension of his formidable personality. 

He took an elevator from his suite down to the main floor of the organizational 
complex and stepped out into the hallway. He walked with a firm tread, and men 
stepped aside with a slight deferential bow. He passed through the great glass doors 
at the end of the passage into a huge foyer. Passing through, he entered a courtyard, 
strode across it, and came into the working area. 

About sixty men were working at various stations. The men felt that Zimbardo 
was a real leader and were glad to see their new commander. It was amazing how 


rapidly the sense of defeat had been changed to one of expectancy and pride. 

Every day or two another ship docked and new workers came in to join the crew. 
Zimbardo had sent out a few trusted leaders to recruit men form noted asteroid bases 
and mining operations in the proximity of his asteroid. He could use more men, 
especially skilled workers in electronics and mathematics, but he wasnt eager to 
build up a large force. He chose carefully. The workforce was being built up gradually 
with men he could trust. He had also invited three smugglers he had known 
before to join the operation, with their men. 

Stubb, called out Zimbardo. 

Sir, responded the man so addressed, an eager man about thirty years old, with 
sandy blond hair and baby blue eyes. He hastened up to the pirate leader. 

Give me a status report. The ships first. 

The sheathing systems are easy to manufacture, thanks to the ample supplies 
from the warehouses. The men are able to put them together rapidly, even the unskilled 
workers, since they just need a master circuit to copy. I have forty men 
working on these, with the skilled electricians checking each plate. As you know, 
we completed work on ten ships six days ago; they were tested and went out on 
their assignments. They have not returned yet. These plates were working on now 
are going on the remaining ships, and we have already finished work on four of 


them. That leaves just three to go, including the ship that just joined the crew yes


terday. We should be finished by tomorrow afternoon. 

Good. And the power units? 

These are far more complicated, sir, so I only have the most skilled workers assembling 
these. The same with the propulsion units. They wont be ready for at 
least a week, not even one of them. However, once we get the prototype finished 
the rest should follow rapidly. 

How long until you have all 85 completed? 

I should have a good number of the unskilled workers ready for a new assignment 
once they have finished with the sheathing plates. Once the design has been 
checked by the experts, we can get them cracking on the power and propulsion 
units. Of course, each unit will have to be tested by the experts, so I would estimate 
that all 85 can be operational within ten daysunless we run into any problems. 


Good work, Mr. Stubb. I will check on progress every day. 

Very well, sir. The man went back to work and Zimbardo returned to the main 
complex. 

Ceres was the hub of the Asteroid Belt. Nearly 600 miles across, it was the 


largest body in the ring of planetary debris that swirled and turned in a large swath 
between the orbits of Mars and Jupiter. It was the place where professional miners 
first arrived from Earth before their companies farmed them out to the mining centers 
on various asteroids. Independent asteroid miners came to Ceres once in a 
while for supplies, and corporations picked up equipment imported daily from 
Mars. Ceres, located several days travel from the nearest sizable population center, 
was a buzz of activity. 

The Star Ranger approached the large asteroid after a fast but uneventful journey 
of six days. 

Quite a cloud of starships! remarked Joe as Yellow City came into view. A 
swarm of at least forty ships of an amazing variety of sizes, shapes, and vintages 
was moving over the port. Some were hovering, others were heading in toward the 
landing field and a few others were departing. None moved very fast since the space 
was as crowded as bees around a hive. 

Yellow City was a well planned settlement, in spite of having been developed 
jointly by several different mining companies. Although the competition was 
fierce for the rich minerals of the Belt, cooperation was necessary to build the city, 
especially in the earliest years of settlement. The result was beneficial to all, as 
Yellow City could easily supply the needs of miners of all kinds as well as serve 


the traffic to the Outer Planets that almost always came by way of Ceres. Advancements 
in propulsion systems were making it possible for some of the newer 
ships to bypass Yellow City on their way to Jupiter and beyond, but Ceres was 
still a major stopping point. 

Zip spoke quietly to Mark. Mark, please let them know that we would like to 
land. 

Mark opened the microphone. Starman Mark Seaton on the starship Star 
Ranger requesting permission to land. 

The response was immediate. Yes sir, Starman! Ceres is proud to welcome 
you! The operator went on to give directions for landing. 

Why is he so deferential? queried Mark after communications had been completed. 


Were famous! responded Zip. Weve been aboard ship since the end of the 
attempted takeover on Mars and havent kept up with the news, but weve become 
household names. Oritz Konig told me that just as we were leaving the Base. 
Were the men who liberated Mars! The people in the Belt are especially pleased 
since the pirates had planned to blockade them once they had a strong hold on Eagle 
City. Why, you couldnt find another place in the Solar System thatd be happier 
to see us than Yellow City! 


The Star Ranger was given priority docking. Once its engines were shut down, 
a large crew ran to secure it and welcome the Starmen. As Zip, Mark, and Joe descended 
the ladder, eager hands reached up to help them down the last two or three 
rungs. Through the bubble helmets on their suits, the mechanics and service personnel 
were all smiles. 

When Zip inquired about the offices of Starlight Enterprise, the Starmen were 
ushered to a small moonbus and driven directly to the site. The complex was a 
small two-story building set in a row of offices, workshops, and garages not far 
from the landing field. All buildings on Ceres were made of the gray rock native to 
the asteroid. Building material was cheap and solid, but plain. 

Although the city itself was covered with an atmosphere dome, the SE office 
was located close to the landing field, not within the city proper. Entrance was 
through an airlock. Once through the airlock, the Starmen removed their helmets 
and placed them on the rack. 

Whoopee! This is fun, being famous! exclaimed Joe, his eyes alight. I hope 
it lasts until we get back to the Earth-Moon system! Id like to enjoy it! 

I hope so, too, for all our sakes. Your exploits have given all the Starmen a 
good name! Joe whirled. 

Kathryn Mullaney! cried Joe. Mark and Zip smiled widely. 


What are you doing on Ceres, Kathryn? asked Zip. I havent seen you since 
your last visit to the Academy at the beginning of our senior year. Kathryn Mullaney 
had graduated from Starlight Academy a year before Zip and his partners; her 
first assignment as a Starman was in the Outer Planets. She was twenty years old, 
wore her strawberry blond hair short, and had a few freckles spangled across her 
nose below blue eyes which had a touch of green in them. 

Finished my assignment on Ganymede and Im coming back home for a leave 
which I hope will be very long! I spent eight months in the smallest population 
center in the Solar System, and cant wait to get back where there are crowds of 
people! Im just staying here long enough for a quick once-over on my ship, refueling, 
and then Im Earth-bound. In fact, Im on my way out now. 

There was a little more pleasant conversation, then Kathryn said, Ive got to be 
going, and Sim is waiting for you upstairs. Good luck! 

Zip, Mark, and Joe ascended the stairs and came to the landing. The stairway and 
corridors were very plain. There was no unnecessary ornamentation of any kind, 
and lighting was minimal. They found a door with a sign on it that read 
STARLIGHT ENTERPRISE in bold letters. A second line provided the name of SEs 
resident operations officer on Ceres: Sim Sala Bim. Joe knocked. 

Come in, said a voice. The Starmen entered the door. The occupant, a tall, 


slender man of Indian extraction with black thinning hair, was already coming toward 
the door to welcome his visitors. Welcome! So glad to see you! Welcome, 
please come in! He ushered them into the room. 

Nice to see you again, Sim, greeted Zip. They sat down in a circle of chairs, 
Sim sitting near a table on which were placed all the makings necessary for tea. 
There were already two cups set out, which had been used recently. Sim took one 
for himself and set the other aside. This was Kathryns, he said as he produced 
three new cups for his visitors. You probably passed her on your way in. 

The conversation continued as Sim poured the tea from a very large brown 
earthenware teapot. Before long, Zip brought up the subject of their visit. 

I wish we had more time to visit, Sim, but our assignment is extremely urgent. 
We must find George St. George as fast as possible, and Oritz has told us 
that only a miner named Montezuma Vly can tell us where he is. Were on our 
way to Montezumas Castle. 

Ah, yes, said Sim Sala Bim, Sabbath George. He is well known here, but we 
havent seen him in almost a year, I think. Almost a year. 

Sabbath George? asked Mark. 

George St. George is a devout mangenial, generous, liked and respected by 
everyone. Honest to a fault. Hes called Sabbath George because of his beliefs. The 


nickname is intended to kid him a little bit, but is really meant as a term of respect 
and affection. But to find him in short order, you will indeed have to go through 
Montezuma Vly. Montezumas Castle is not hard to find, but getting in will be 
difficult. 

We are familiar with Mr. Vlys convictions and we wouldnt bother him if 
there were any other way to find St. George. Given the time constraints, we have 
no choice. 

Sim nodded. Montezumas Castle is easily recognizable by its unusual shape. 
It is a true crescent, a sliver of stone with Vlys operation in its very center. Sim 
went on to provide its coordinates and other information the Starmen would need to 
find it. 

Zip continued. On this assignment secrecy is of the utmost importance. It is 
vital that no one knows who we are or what were doing. We obviously cant take 
the Star Ranger, as the news media have made that ship easily recognizable. We 
learned that when we landed on Ceres. I think were going to need to use another 
ship. 

With Sim, the Starmen made plans to leave the Star Ranger on Ceres while the 
Starmen, dressed in ordinary clothes, quietly departed for Montezumas Castle in 
another ship. 


Ill let you have the Vigilant Warrior, said Sim. Its a local ship, designed 
for operating in the Asteroid Belt. We own it, but it hasnt been used in a while 
and probably no one will recognize it as an SE ship. Its the best I can do on short 
notice, but it should serve you well. 

Im sure itll be fine, if you say so, answered Zip. 

Sim Sala Bim got right to work, and the Vigilant Warrior was ready for takeoff 
within two hours. As soon as it was ready, the Starmen lifted off from Yellow 
City. As Joe piloted the ship into the heart of the Belt, Zip looked back for a brief, 
wistful moment and saw the unusual dark red color of the Star Ranger, his ship, 
on the field of Yellow City.

 Thats it, said Mark, as the navigation equipment locked onto the asteroid 
that was the home of the elusive Montezuma Vly. 

Hmmm. No wonder its so hard to find, observed Zip, looking over Marks 
shoulder for a moment. Not far from major travelways but so unobtrusive youd 
never notice it. 

It just hovers almost in the shadow of that large, worthless chunk here. Should 
be able to see it out the window before too long. 

Joe was busy threading the Vigilant Warrior through the asteroids for the next 


few minutes. He kept the ship at a moderate pace and passed easily around the 
slowly turning asteroids. They were all moving at about the same speed and maneuvering 
was not difficult. 

Should be coming up on it about now, offered Mark. 

There it is, said Zip almost immediately. The Vigilant Warrior had eased its 
way around an oblong worldletthe large, worthless chunk that Mark had just 
mentionedbringing into view a crescent-shaped, stony asteroid about a mile 
long. It looked almost like a fat banana with the ends tapering into sharp points. 

Montezumas Castle, breathed Zip. Kind of looks like a moon for that large 
asteroid. 

I think it is, answered Mark. It rotates around the larger chunk and the two 
make almost a helix pattern in their journey through the Belt. They were probably 
a single asteroid at one time. One powerful impact must have split them, but the 
pieces havent drifted far apart. 

Well, lets get down there. Theres no mistaking the shape of the Castle. 
Whatever odd shapes you can find in the Belt, thats got to be unique. The Star-
man brought the Vigilant Warrior slowly into the proximity of Montezuma Vlys 
refuge. See if you can raise him, Mark. 

Mark Seaton flipped on the communicator. 


Starman Mark Seaton on the starship Vigilant Warrior calling Montezuma Vly 
on the Castle, requesting permission to land. His voice was smooth, intimate, and 
confident. There was no response. A minute later, Mark repeated the message. The 
metallic voice of an automatic response system came on. 

This asteroid is private property and visitors are not welcome. 

We understand that, sir, Mark replied, and we would not request permission 
to land if it were not a matter of urgent business of personal concern. A human 
voice came on. 

Yeah, like I havent heard that one before! I dont want visitors! If I wanted a 
social calendar, Id go live in a big population center like Ganymede. Keep going! 
Next services are 3,000 miles away. 

Mr. Vly, this is Starman David Foster, Commander of the Starlight Enterprise 
ship Vigilant Warrior, Zip broke in. We understand and respect your reluctance 
to receive visitors and will stay no longer than necessary. We are calling on you 
because your friend George St. George has information we need which is vital to 
the safety of all the settlements on Mars and even the Earth-Moon system. We also 
believe it possible that he is in danger from violent men. 

Well, thats a new one. George in danger? What about it? 

May we land, Mr. Vly? I dont want to take the slightest risk that our conver



sation can be overheard. We wont stay any longer than necessary. 

Youve found me. May as well come in and state your business. The communicator 
was shut off from Vlys end. 

Zip came up on the Castle. It didnt take long to find the landing site. There 
were two spacecraft in position in about the middle of the asteroid. One was a 
small ship suitable for local jaunts, and the other was a normal-sized craft capable 
of interplanetary travel. The name Sentinel was painted on the side of the larger 
craft. Both were very old and in places a little battered, but were clearly cared about 
and well kept up. 

The Vigilant Warrior touched down about fifty yards from the closest of Vlys 
craft. Joe shut off the engines and pressed the security button. A slight shudder ran 
through the ship as bolts shot from the fins, securing the ship to the surface. The 
Starmen disembarked and descended the ladder. 

Over there, pointed Joe. The entrance to the airlock was discernible across the 
tiny landing area. The Starmen began walking toward it. The starfield swept away 
to right and left, with a couple of nearby asteroids visible to the eye. A great horn 
of stone rose up before them, sweeping to a point above. Behind them a similar 
horn curved up in the opposite direction. 

The ground was uneven, with contours sharply defined. Jagged, broken rock 


comprised most of the terrain, with a few smooth ripples which rose about twenty 
or thirty feet from the plain. Shadows were utterly dark in the vacuum of space. 
The Starmen wore asteroid shoes, designed for walking in low gravity conditions. 
Their soles had an automatic smart grip function that gripped the ground when 
weight was placed on them, but released when the walker took another step. Without 
the asteroid shoes, the minimal gravity of Montezumas Castle would have 
made walking a difficult, even dangerous, task. 

The Starmen saw that the airlock was set into the side of a hill. The hill had 
been artificially cut away in front of the door. As Zip, Mark, and Joe approached 
the airlock, the outer door opened. When they had passed through, it shut behind 
them. Joe kept watch on the instruments as air filled the compartment. When the 
atmosphere had become normal, he removed his helmet, and Zip and Mark followed 
suit. They opened the second door and passed through. A dimly-lit stairway 
led down in front of them. About twenty-five steps brought them to the beginning 
of a short passageway. At the end was another door. It was solid. 

Zip approached the door and paused. He turned his head to the other two, lifted 
his eyebrows and shrugged. Mark and Joe nodded. Zip knocked. The door was 
opened almost immediately. 

A good-looking, clean-shaven man with dark brown wavy hair looked them over 


once quickly, then stepped aside. Come in, he said, waving a hand while the 
other held the door. Im Montezuma Vly. He had powerful hands, obviously used 
to hard labor. His nails had grit under them. Strong as the hands were, they were 
also clearly the hands of an artist, capable of fine work. He shook hands with the 
Starmen as they entered. 

Wow! said Joe, the last to enter. Vly shut the door. The three Starmen gazed 
about them. They were standing in a small room packed with machineryoldfashioned 
machinery used for rock cutting, polishing stones, and mounting specimens. 
The heady smell of machine oil hung in the air, not heavy like that of an 
aircraft hangar but attractive and energizing, almost like a perfume. 

The machinery was made of cast iron, with wheels and gears, rods and chains 
visible inside the cases. Mark noted that each machine looked lovingly maintained. 
The newest machine must have been at least fifty years old, but all were in top 
quality condition. 

Theyre made to be used, explained Vly, discerning their thoughts. You cant 
get better machines than these today. The new stuff doesnt last and cant be depended 
on. 

Mark, the engine master of the trio, immediately thought of the precision instruments 
produced by Starlight Enterprise. He opened his mouth, but said noth



ing. He knew that SE made quality machinery, but little of it was iron. He didnt 
want to make a fool of himself by talking about something of which he knew little. 
Instead he smiled and decided to take a closer look. 

He leaned over the closest apparatus. His mild skepticism quickly turned to awe. 
My goodness, Mr. Vly! This is incredible! These machines are beautiful! Vly 
didnt smile, but his face softened a little. 

Joe and Zip were looking around the room. On two walls were hung various 
hand tools. Several shelves held cans of oil and paint, boxes of supplies, and dozens 
of samples of minerals and crystals. The other two walls were lined with 
books, half of them behind glass. 

Zip turned his head to the side to read the titles of some of the books. He saw 
The Complete Works of William Shakespeare; Kon Tiki by Thor Heyerdahl; 
Homers Odyssey; and several advanced textbooks on mineralogy, metallurgy, engineering, 
and electronics. Zips eyebrows lifted. He was impressed. 

Mark was looking at the books on the other wall. Basic Watercolor, he read. 
The Stories of Edgar Allen Poe was next to The Life of Johann Sebastian Bach. 
Mark whistled. Not what I expected, Mr. Vly, he said. Not at all what I expected. 


Uh huh, murmured Montezuma Vly. Lets get down to business. Follow 


me. He squeezed past Zip in the crowded little workplace, passed through a narrow 
door on the other side of the room, and through a passageway. The Starmen followed. 


A small furry shape leaped through the air in front of Joe. Ack! exclaimed the 
lanky Starman, stumbling backward, knocking over a couple of small boxes as his 
arms flailed. Nuts and bolts scattered on the floor. Joe backed into another box and 
sat down hard on it. 

What? exclaimed Vly, turning. 

What was that? cried Joe. Something jumped across the corridor. I think it 
went into this recess here. He pointed to an opening between a few stacked boxes. 

One of my koalangs, answered Montezuma. Ive got four of them here. There 
are a few more in the living quarters. Good company. They can startle you, 
though, and they can make an awful mess. More than once Ive threatened to make 
stew out of em and eat em for dinner. The Starmen looked at one another, wondering 
if he was joking. His next action showed that he was. 

Come on, Howard, said Montezuma gently, bending over and calling into the 
dark place where the koalang had hidden. They wont hurt you. I know youre not 
used to company, but no ones gonna hurt you. Come on out. Thats it, come on. 
He reached in gently and drew a small creature out of the darkness. It had a small 


furry face with large, frightened eyes, and snuggled up against the miner. Its fur 
was caramel and white. He folded it into his chest and covered it gently with both 
hands. He crooned to it lovingly for a moment or two, then said, Thats right. 
Youre okay. Go play. Then he added with mock fierceness, Just stay out of the 
paint! He set it down and turned back to the door at the end of the corridor. 

In here, he directed, leading the way into the room beyond. 


4: Sabbath George 
THE ROOM was smaller than the Starmen had anticipated. Its small size was accentuated 
by being packed to the ceiling with a variety of items. Hand tools identical 
to those used by rock hounds for centuries lay on tables and on shelves. Stacks of 
paper, most of which showed signs of being bound by hand, covered much of the 
remaining space. On one shelf was a large, clear sphere on an ornately shaped 
stand. The eyes of all three Starmen were drawn to it. 

Have a seat, offered their host. 

There were three chairs. Montezuma sat in one placed before a desk and swiveled 
to face his visitors. Zip and Joe took the other chairs and Mark sat on a short stack 
of crates filled with rock samples. A thick book rested on a table in the center of 
the room. Mark glanced at the title, turning his head slightly to do so. It was The 
Flying Carpet, by Richard Halliburton. There was a bookmark about halfway 
through the book. 


The asteroid miner leaned forward. What about George? he asked. 

Zip filled him in. Montezuma Vly paid close attention. His eyes never wavered 
from Zips face as he spoke. When Zip was finished, Vly nodded. 

Mm hmm, he murmured. This could be bad for George. Ill tell you where to 
find him. I expect that youll be able to keep him out of the clutches of the space 
vultures. Youve got an enemy to be reckoned with in this Zimbardo psychopath, 
but I believe you can handle him. 

You seem to know a lot about our recent exploits, Mr. Vly, said Joe, conversationally. 


Im not the complete recluse people think, Mr. Taylor. People have a lot of 
wrong ideas about me. I dont want to be listed in the Register of Peoples, and I 
dont want people butting into my business or telling me how to live, but I keep 
up with the news. If I hadnt recognized you, you wouldnt have been allowed to 
land on my asteroid. Youre not wearing Starmans red, you know. 

Were grateful to you, Mr. Vly, nodded Zip. 

May I ask began Mark, then hesitated. 

Yes, you may ask. Go on. 

Mark turned his head toward the sphere. The sphere 

Oh yes. Its pure crystal, all right. 


The Starmen gasped. Purecrystal? stammered Mark. Why, there cant 
be a larger one in the Solar System! Its priceless! 

Next largest was in the Smithsonian Institution, a little more than twelve 
inches in diameter. This ones sixteen and three-quarters inches. Found it myself on 
Adamantthats the parent asteroid from which this sliver I live on was busted off 
a few millennia ago. Mark knew he was referring to what he had called a worthless 
chunk before they landed. 

Vly went on. Shaped it myself in those old machines you saw coming in here. 
Had to redesign some of em to fit a crystal this size, but we did it. 

It looks flawless! breathed Joe. 

Looks it, but isnt. Its flaws are its greatest treasure. Watch this; you havent 
seen anything yet. Vly picked up a small cutting tool with a laser guide at the 
end. He turned off the lights and then pointed the laser at the crystal sphere. The 
beam struck the surface and then scattered throughout the interior of the globe, 
igniting sparks of spectacular glory. Mark could feel tears come into his eyes from 
the unearthly beauty the light created. Many dozens of flakes, invisible to the naked 
eye, were revealed when the laser beam pierced the near-perfect sphere. They 
exploded in glorious colorsgold, orange, deep red, flaming yellow, silver; even a 
few brilliant green, deep blue, and violet sparks traced across the inner world. 


The Starmen were speechless. They couldnt take their eyes off the resplendent 
glory of the sphere under the laser light. Beautiful, isnt it? asked Vly, gently. 
There was no need to answer. 

Where do the colors come from? asked Mark. Laser light has only one wavelength, 
so it cant be refracting in there. 

The crystals impurities are almost invisible to the unaided eye, answered Vly, 
but the laser hits the impurities and causes secondary emissions of light of all 
sorts of colorthe more impurities, the more colors. It lights up better than a fire 
opal. 

As he moved the laser beam slowly around the globe, the interior lights 
changedfirst one, then another flaw taking the light and surging into radiance. 

All too soon, he switched off the laser and turned the room lights back on. It 
was almost as if a spell had been broken. 

Cmon, he said. Ill show you just where George is on the chart. He moved 
back down the hall, the Starmen following. When they were back in the room they 
had first entered, Vly reached up into a recess where there were several rolled sheets 
of paper. Move aside, he said quietly, pushing a reluctant koalang over and pulling 
out a large roll. He unrolled it over a rock polisher and gestured for the Star-
men to take the corners. It was a map of a portion of the asteroid belt. 


Heres where we are, said Vly, pointing to a spot on the map, and heres 
where George is. His finger swept across the map to where a tiny dot had been 
placed. Its a mining operation of moderate size called Z25. He runs it there with a 
fair-sized crewmaybe a dozen men. There were equations, sketches, and notes 
scribbled all over the sheet. 

Im sorry, Mr. Vly, said Mark, but I dont follow you. Im used to plotting 
coordinates and thinking in three dimensions. 

See these figures? asked Vly. Theyre your coordinates. It is a three-
dimensional map, in a manner of speaking. If it werent, I couldnt get around. Ill 
write down what you need. But youll find George on that little plunk of a rock. 
Hes been there several months now and wont be hard to find, once I point it out 
to you. I just spoke to him a few hours ago and Ill get ahold of him again and tell 
him youll be coming. He began to write some notes down for Mark. 

Must take a lot of power to run your operation here, Mr. Vly, observed Mark 
while he waited for Montezuma to finish writing. Dont you have to conserve 
energy? 

Havent had to conserve energy since I developed a new process for drawing energy 
directly from the sun. 

But out here the solar radiation is so weak. You cant get much energy from 


solar panels, no matter how efficientcertainly not enough to run your machines 
without some sort of supplement. 

I dont use solar panels any more, Mr. Seaton. I mine energy from the sun directly 
with an entirely new process. I can pull in and store about four gigawatts. 
Gives me all I need and plenty left over. 

Four gigawatts? 

Four gigawatts. Thats a four with nine zeroes after it. 

Mark almost shouted. I know how much it is! Mr. Vly! You amaze me! 
Theres nothing like that anywhere else in the Solar System! Nobody has anything 
like that, nobody! Not even Starlight Enterprise! You could make a fortune if you 
sell your design!! 

Really? said Mr. Vly, lifting his eyebrows slightly, handing him the sheet 
with his notes on it. Excuse me a moment while I write that down, so the next 
time I want to turn my whole life over to lawyers and businessmen Ill know just 
what to do. 

But, but Mark spluttered. Joe laughed and Zip smiled. 

Thank you, Mr. Vly, said Zip, extending his hand. It has been a remarkable 
visit, and we appreciate very much your letting us drop in. 

Montezuma shook Zips hand. Wait a minute, Starmen. Let me give you 


something to help you while away the long hours in space. He turned and rummaged 
through a box, then scanned a shelf behind him. After a moment he pulled 
out a gold disc in a flat, clear container. 

Take this, he said, handing it to Zip. Its a recording of the entire works of 
Johann Sebastian Bach. Thats more than 1,200 compositions. The music is so 
complex that some of its mysteries werent even discovered until the computer age. 
Lily made this disk. Shes an expert in the music of the Renaissance. Does research 
all the time.

 Lily? 

Lily and I have been partners out here for over twenty years. Us and the koalangs. 


Zip put the disk into his pocket. Thank you, sir. Best wishes to you. 

You too. An occasional visit once in a while is welcome, especially when 
people respect my way of life. Most dont understand. I think you three do. Just 
protect George. Hes a good friend, and theyre hard to find. 

About 56 hours later, the Vigilant Warrior came into the proximity of Z25. Joe 
eased the ship through a scattering of moderate-sized asteroids and then came into a 
space where there were relatively few chunks of stone and iron moving through 


space. On the far side of the open area was an asteroid nearly twenty miles long and 

half as wide. 

There it is, announced Joe. Z25. 

Zip gave a nod to Mark, and Mark opened communications. 

Vigilant Warrior calling Z25. We have arrived in your area and seek permis


sion to land. 

You made good time, friends, came a voice instantly. Come on in and welcome. 


The Starmen had spoken to St. George once during their journey from Montezumas 
Castle, but only briefly. The communications were encrypted, but even the 
encryption could be a tipoff to an enemy who might be listening in. 

As they made their final approach, the Starmen had a good view of Z25s horizon 
near the time of local sunset. The surface was dark because of the oblique illumination, 
but several boulders caught the sunlight and appeared as bright sentinels 
on the landscape. The brightest of the boulders, just to the upper right of a 
deeply shadowed crater in the foreground, marked the landing area. A cluster of artificial 
structures was visible nearby, and several spaceships were parked in an informal 
array. A dome covered the buildings, and reflected the sun in a burst of 
brightness. Mark had a quick memory of dewdrops in the garden of his home on 


Earth when he was a child. He recalled thinking that each dewdrop held a small 
sun. 

In moments the Starmen were sitting in George St. Georges study. He was a 
man in his middle-fifties, of average height and weight, with a full head of wavy 
blond hair. It was obvious that he cut his own hair, but long practice had made 
him skilled at it. Though his eyes were ice-blue, he exuded warmth. He had a ready 
smile. The Starmen were sitting in a makeshift room under a temporary atmosphere 
dome on an isolated asteroid, but St. Georges courtliness and genuine respect 
for his visitors made them feel as if they were in a manor house. On his desk 
lay a thick book with the title Commentary on the Letter to the Romans, and several 
sheets of paper and a pen were set beside it where he had obviously been doing 
some study. 

I hope you men wont mind waiting for refreshments. Its almost dinnertime 
and the crew will be coming up for a meal in about half an hour. Of course, youll 
join us, wont you? 

Thank you Mr. St. George, responded Zip. Wed be pleased to meet your 
men and see your operation. 

Monty tells me you three are real ripstavers, and he doesnt say that very often 
about anybody. You must have impressed him! St. George was full of smiles. 


May we sit down, Mr. St. George? Our business is rather urgent! Zip continued. 


Of course, of course. Please forgive me! We dont get visitors of any kind out 
here and Im just not used to entertaining. Please forgive me! St. George rushed 
busily setting out chairs, bringing in two from a room next door. And please call 
me George. 

Once they were settled, Zip began to tell George about the pirates and Zimbardos 
likely determination to find and eliminate the one man who knew where the 
pirates asteroid could be found. Before he got too far into the story, George lifted a 
hand and smiled. Yes, yes, I know, he said. Monty told me all about it. 

The Starmen leaped out of their chairs, absolutely stunned. Before they had left 
Montezumas Castle Zip had impressed upon Vly how vital it was for St. Georges 
safety that they not communicate until his friend was safe. Zip had begged him to 
send just a quick, encrypted message that Z25 was to expect three visitors who had 
Vlys seal of approvalno more. 

George! gasped Joe. That message could have been intercepted by the pirates! 
They must be looking for you! 

We told Vly not to communicate with you! It could mean your life! continued 
Mark, suddenly heartsick with anxiety. 


George chuckled. Dont worry, Starmen! The pirates already tried to find me 
through Monty, but the greegles protected him, and the piratesll never find me 
without cooperation from Montywhich theyll never get. Theres really no need 
to worry. Were completely safe here. Well have dinner, youll stay here to sleep, 
Ill show you around the operation, and you can go back to Ceres. 

The Starmen were speechless for a moment. Joes eyes nervously scanned the 
room and Mark stared at George with his mouth agape. Then Zip spoke. 

What are greegles, George? 

George chuckled again. You havent heard of this asteroid miners legend? 
Most people think its in a class with leprechauns and mermaids, the story of the 
greegles, but its all true. The greegles are the inhabitants of the asteroids. Dont 
know if theyre alive or not. Theyre made of metalsome kind of metalor 
maybe they just wear a metal suit. Theyre about a foot high. Now, dont stare at 
me like that; youre looking thoroughly obflisticated, probably thinking Ive been 
out in the vacuum too long, but Ive seen them! Theyre little and theyre old, very 
old, but theyre powerful! No one can beat them! Usually no one ever sees them 
and they dont have any need to interfere with human beings. They dont mind it 
too much, though, if a solitary asteroid miner sees them once in a while. 

And wh, what do they have to do with Montezuma? asked Zip, keeping his 


voice steady. 

Why, a short time after you left the Castle, about five ships tried to land on the 
Castle by forcepirates, for sure. No doubt they wanted to force Monty to tell em 
where I am. But Monty knows how to contact the greegles. Theres a lot of 
greegles on Adamant. George chuckled again. 

Those poor fellowsthe pirates, that is! When the pirates told Monty they 
were going to land whether he wanted them to or not, why, he just called the 
greegles for help. They cut four of the ships into pieces in a matter of seconds, 
leaving the crew floating in their spacesuits. Then they grabbed them with some 
sort of invisible grappling beam or something and herded them toward the fifth 
ship. That ship gathered them in and took off. 

Now George laughed out loud. They got the message real fast! Go away and 
dont come back! And they scrammed! Never even set foot on Montezumas Castle. 
Monty will make good use of the floating space junk the pirates left. Serves 
em right! 

Just then a gentle buzz sounded. Thats the call for dinner, friends. Come meet 
the others! 

Almost immediately another sound came through the communications system
an urgent clangor. St. Georges face became taut and a look of surprise and 


anxiety came over his features. 

Whats that? asked Zip. 

Its the alarm, St. George whispered. Its never sounded before. The alarm 
abruptly shut off and an excited, panic-stricken voice came through the intercom. 

Five ships approaching! Coming in fast! Theyre commanding all hands to 
come to the landing field and threatening to destroy the whole operation if we dont 
cooperate! Theyve already started to destroy the base! 


5: The Destruction of Z25 
JOE dashed from the room and sped down the hallway to the control center of the 
mining base. Each strike of a laser beam colored the interior of the buildings with 
ruby red as the attackers targets were vaporized, and the flashes were coming with 
disturbing frequency. He hurled himself into the tiny office where a frantic young 
man sat at a console. 

Were going to die! cried the young man. Joe looked through the large window 
and saw five ships hovering over the base. Their laser cannons were rapidly destroying 
the outlying parts of the mining base. There were no defensive weapons. 
Joe glanced at the radar screen and his hair stood up as he saw that the screen 
showed nothing. To the surveillance system, the ships were invisible. The technician 
was babbling in abject, helpless fear, but Joes pulse leaped when he realized 
that the frightened young man might be right. They could all be dead at any moment. 
The man fled the room crying. 


Joe looked out the window again and saw that laser cannons had begun to destroy 
the ships. Through the horrifying, rapidly expanding concentric vapor shells, 
he saw the Vigilant Warrior crumpling into a heap. The other ships were either 
completely destroyed or well on the way. 

What is this? Who are they? exclaimed Mark. He, Zip, and George had followed 
Joe to the control center and were watching the laser beams sweep the landing 
field. The ships were being indiscriminately reduced to molten slag. 

Their laser beams are immensely powerful, and theyre operating at full capacity, 
observed Zip, grimly. Just then the lights went out and every apparatus in the 
control center went dark. 

They found and destroyed the power plant, whispered George, the tenseness 
evident in his voice. But theyre not touching the inhabited parts of the base. 

Suddenly Zip turned to their host. George! he said urgently. Do any of your 
crew know that we are Starmen? George turned a distracted face to Zip and stared 
as if he wasnt comprehending what Zip had said. 

Do any of your crew know that we are Starmen? Zip repeated carefully. 

II dont know. I didnt tell anybody, I think, but I didnt keep it a secret. 

Look! Gather them all together and tell them not to say anything about us to 
these invaders! Our safety may depend on it, as well as any chance we all have of 


eventually escaping! 

Ahall right, George stammered. 

Since the power was out, there was no way to make an announcement through 
the communication system, but the rest of the crew was assembling anyway. The 
refectory was located not far from the control center and the men were coming together 
there, so the Starmen and George went to join them. 

In a moment, there were about a dozen men in the room. Some sat on the 
benches, others stood. There was palpable fear in the room, as if they knew that 
sudden, violent death was near. 

Zip asked George, Is this everyone? George took a quick glance around the 
room. 

I, I think so, yes. 

Zip took charge. Men, listen to me. Were about to be taken captive. I dont 
think anything worse will happen to us, or it would have happened by now. My 
friends and I have come to visit Sabbath George. Just got here from Ceres and sure 
didnt expect this! 

George took over. He was showing more confidence now. Alone of the Z25 
crew, he had never shown fear, just shock. Well just wait right here, men, and 
see whats next. I dont know who these attackers are or what they want, but dont 


volunteer any information of any kind. You hear me? No information of any kind, 
beyond the most basic. 

The men were silent and collapsed in on themselves. They were afraid, but the 
panic seemed to have diminished somewhat. Outside, the five ships had landed and 
about twenty space-suited men had emerged. With weapons in hand, they were approaching 
the dome. The leader gestured to several of them, who spread out around 
the dome. The others remained at the main airlock and waited. Their feet were 
spread in an attitude of defiant power. 

They want the airlock open, Mr. St. George, said the young man who had fled 
from the control center. His voice was dry and squeaky. 

George said, Cant open it. No controls. Those fools destroyed the power center. 
If theyre coming in, youll have to get your spacesuits on because the atmosphere 
is going to disappear. Make it quick before they blow the airlock by force. 
The men scattered. George and the Starmen went to the airlock and looked at the 
invaders from the inside of the dome. George said to the Starmen, Of course, 
theres a backup power system, but I dont feel a compelling need to make it any 
easier for these strangers. 

When the leader saw that there were people coming, he kicked the airlock savagely 
and aimed his weapon at the mechanism. As was customary, the helmets 


were lined up on a rack on shelves just inside the airlock. George put on his helmet 
and the Starmen put on theirs. The rest of the mining crew began to show up 
with their suits on and found their helmets. When all were suited up and the intercoms 
were on, George told the mining crew to stand aside. Then he told the leader 
of the invaders that he could enter. 

The man fired a stupendously powerful beam at the airlock that melted it like ice 
in a furnace. In seconds, the air inside the dome whooshed out into the vacuum of 
space. 

Get into the ship, growled the leader of the invaders, indicating the closest of 
the five spaceships. No one is going to be hurt, but Im not guaranteeing that that 
situation will last. Im not a patient man and I dont like wasting time. 

What about our belongings? asked George. 

You wont need them. Move to the ship. Now. The voice was even and quiet 
but as hard as iron. Zip started the procession. He slumped down as if completely 
disheartened and walked like a prisoner, his eyes pointed to the ground. The others 
followed. The invaders kept them surrounded as they walked the short distance to 
the pilot ship. Several invaders entered first and then kept watch on the prisoners as 
they ascended the ladder into the staging area. Once the asteroid miners were aboard, 
the other invaders entered their ships. 


When the door was sealed, the invaders removed their helmets. The miners followed 
suit. The leader took a quick inventory of the prisoners, and then settled his 
gaze on George. 

You are George St. George, he said in a tone that knew he was stating a fact. 
My name is Lather. You and your men are now prisoners of Lurton Zimbardo. I 
am taking you to him. As long as Ive got you, I dont care about anything or 
anyone else. Dont make any trouble and I wont see any need to put anyone off 
the ship. It doesnt make any difference to me whether any of your men is in deep 
space or my guest room, but it might make a difference to youand them. 

Without turning his head, Lather addressed one of his crew. Blaze, see that this 
base is melted into the bedrock. 

Yes sir, said the man addressed and left the room. 

Lather addressed another of his crew. Spelford, escort the prisoners to their quarters. 


Spelford lifted his weapon and nodded in the direction they were to go. The prisoners 
went, under the guard of several armed men. 

They were taken to a room set up to accommodate up to twenty passengers. 
There were niches with beds in them, and couches for use during acceleration. 

Prepare for lift-off, ordered Spelford. The prisoners sat down and strapped 


themselves in. Spelford and his men left, locking the door behind them. In a moment 
the warning signal for lift-off was given. The ship raised itself gently from 
the surface of the asteroid. The fierce glare of destructive laser strikes came through 
the quartz window for nearly a minute, and the prisoners knew that the living quarters 
of Z25 were being systematically destroyed. 

Theyre ramsquaddling the whole operation, said Sabbath George in a voice 
that sounded almost matter-of-fact. Never had anything like this happen before. 
This is a first. 

When the glow ceased, the ships accelerated. The Starmen and their companions 
felt themselves pressed into the chairs. 

The five invisible ships had been gone for over an hour, but the man in the 
shadow still did not move. He was on a neighboring chunk of floating iron, just a 
mile or two in diameter with a very slow rotation. St. Georges asteroid would 
vanish below his horizon in a few minutes. The man pulled the telescope up to his 
face plate once again and scanned the area that had been the base on Z25. There had 
been no movement of any kind since the ships had rayed the site. He took a few 
more pictures for his files. The metal and quartz platingall signs of human pres-
encehad been completely destroyed, melted into the rock of the asteroid. The 


brilliant orange of superheated rock had quickly cooled in the near-absolute zero of 
airless space. 

Guess its okay to go now, he thought. Those space buzzards are not detail 
menjust grab and destroy without even looking around. Lucky for me. 

The man went over to a small asteroid cruiser, built for speed in touring the Asteroid 
Belt. Stepping in, he sealed the airlock and pulled out a small recorder. He 
tuned in a complicated code and began to speak. 

Steve Cliff, reporting in to Oritz Konig on Mars Base. Steve went on to give 
the date, time, and location, and a brief but thorough report of what he had seen, 
from the time the Starmen landed on Z25 to the time the pirates five ships had 
disappeared. He added to the file the pictures he had taken, and concluded, Now 
returning to Yellow City. If you have anything else youd like me to do, Oritz, 
contact me there. I dont have to tell you Im pretty fond o those boys and I was 
moren delighted to keep an eye on em for you on this trip. Sorry this report isnt 
any better. Ill stop in and see Sim before I continue my trip back to Earth, just in 
case you leave a message for me there. 

Having finished the recording, he put it into a small projectile with an automatic 
timer to release and send the message in three hours. Then he lifted off the 
small asteroid and headed toward Ceres. A few minutes after liftoff, he fired the 


projectile. When it sent its message, Steve Cliff would be far away and no one 
could trace the message back to his ship. On top of that, the message was encrypted 
and designed to travel on the microwaves similar to those in the background 
of space. It was highly unlikely that this message would make anyone curious. 
After the message had been sent, the projectile would break down into its 
component parts and scatter them into the infinity of space. 

The ships had stopped accelerating and the prisoners could talk easily. 

You dont seem too upset, George, suggested Mark. 

Naw, said George. Course Im sorry to lose my stuff back there, and Im 
sorry for the men, but most of our stuff is somewhere else. This was a temporary 
base and the mine wasnt producing too well anyway. Hardly worth our time. Besides, 
Ive learned to be content just about wherever I am. Ive been around the 
asteroids a lot and Ive learned to depend on a Resource outside myself whatever the 
circumstances. I know what it is to be brought low, and I know what it is to have 
plenty. Ive been thoroughly initiated into the human lot with all its ups and 
downsfullness and hunger, plenty and want. Makes little difference to me. Wherever 
I am, whatever happens, Im confident. And Im a man of prayer. 

Im sure sorry about your friend Montezuma, said Zip sympathetically. 


What do you mean? 

Why, these ships must be the same five that attacked him. They couldnt have 
found you without getting the information from Vly. So its a good guess that 
they destroyed his base the way they did yours. 

Nothing of the sort! said St. George heatedly. I told you that those ships 
were defeated and their crew sent back to wherever they came from with their tail 
between their legs! 

But this story about the greegles contributed Joe. 

The greegles sliced those ships up like salami! insisted St. George. These 
ships were on are a different lot! And besides, Monty would never have told anybody 
how to find menot by force or threat, anyway! 

Were sorry, George, apologized Zip. I didnt mean to upset you or cast any 
doubt on Montezuma Vly. Youre righthes not the type to give in to any threat. 
I must be mistaken. 

Youre forgiven, said St. George. He went off to see how his men were doing. 

Zip! whispered Joe urgently. You dont really believe that story about the 
greegles. These have to be the same ships! 

I think its more important not to upset George. We dont know the whole 
story. 


But greegles! 

What about the greegles? asked Mark, with a slight edge of defensiveness in 
his tone. Did it seem to either of you that Vly would betray a friend to save himself? 
And did you see any sign of advanced weaponry at Montezumas Castle? 

What are you saying, Mark? asked Joe. 

Im saying that we shouldnt discount an old tale just because it sounds foolish 
or superstitious. George knew we were coming. He couldnt have known unless 
Montezuma sent him a message, even though we warned him against doing so. If 
he sent George a message, he wasnt taken over by the pirates. These arent the 
same ships. These are another part of Zimbardos fleet sent out to find George St. 
George. They must have tracked him down through the message Vly sentnot 
because they landed on the Castle and threatened him. 

Zip looked deeply thoughtful. Joe looked incredulous. 

Mark, you cant be serious! 

Its not a matter of being serious or not, Joe; its a matter of being open-
minded. 

George described it himself! Hes been out in the vacuum too long. 

I dont think George strikes me as an unbalanced man. Unusual, for sure. But 
not unbalanced. Not unbalanced at all. Mark looked over his shoulder. George had 


his arms around two of his men and was talking to them in a low voice. The rest 
of them were gathered around, paying close attention to what he was saying. Already 
the atmosphere was one of peace. No one seemed afraid now. 

Through the window beyond, a portion of the vast arm of the Milky Way spread 
out in its eternal beauty. The Starmen were silently wondering the same things: 
How long would it be before they met Lurton Zimbardo? Would he recognize 
them? Why did he want St. George alive? 


6: Battle Lines 
THE PIRATES ASTEROID swung in a smooth, private orbit about a thousand miles 
beyond the farthest extremity of the Asteroid Belt. Lurton Zimbardo was in his 
private sanctum, a well-equipped workroom with precision astronomical equipment, 
sky charts, and an enormous inventory of computer files. As he turned his 
telescanner toward the Inner Planets, he saw the spread of the Belt before him. 

Countless celestial bodies moved in an incredibly slow pattern like a stately 
dance. Reflected sunlight glinted from oblique surfaces into the light-gathering 
lenses of the telescanner. When the occasional crystalline surface or frozen lake on 
a passing asteroid caught the radiance just right, an intense but transitory sparkling 
brilliance was generated, and created a pattern of astonishing beauty on the scanners 
computer screen. 

Zimbardo entered a few more bits of data into the criteria of his search pattern 
and then said, Enter. Within seconds several asteroids were marked in his files. 


He brought their profiles up one by one. 

M253. 

SHAPE: OBLONG. 

MAXIMUM LENGTH: 0.683 MILES. 

MAXIMUM WIDTH: 0.307 MILES. 

COMPOSITION: 90.568% IRON, 6.443% TIN, 0.752% 

ICE, 2.237% TRACE ELEMENTS; CLICK HERE FOR DETAILS. 

Other information was provided, including the asteroids precise location and its 
speed of motion and rotation. Zimbardo hesitated a moment, then said, Delete. 
He went on to the next entry. 

M3366. 
SHAPE: ALMOST PERFECT SPHERE; VARIATION <5%. 
MEAN DIAMETER, 0.057 MILES. 


The other information was provided. Zimbardo smiled. Ahnearly solid iron 
and about 100 yards exactly! he thought to himself. That makes five. He told 


the computer to save that file, then opened the intercom. 

Gene, he said. 

Yes sir, came the immediate response. 

Contact Mr. Crass and tell him I want M3366. 

Right away, sir. 

Then call the five lieutenants up to my study at once, please. Get Kimball, 
Lorry, and Jenner also. Once youve called them, come up yourself. Gene nodded 
and activated the personal contact codes of the men Zimbardo wanted to see. 

A quarter of an hour later, the ten men were in the lounge in Zimbardos quarters. 
He was playing host, and pouring out a dark golden sherry wine into luxurious 
spun glass goblets. 

One of the men lifted up the goblet so the illumination reflected from it, highlighting 
subtle rainbow whorls in the surface. He swirled his wine before he sipped 
it. 

Very nice, Lurton, and the glass here is pretty top stuff. 

The wine came from Earth but the glassware came with the asteroid, Jeff. This 
place has so much in it that I havent found a hundredth of what it contains, but all 
of it is high quality. 

The men relaxed in the comfortable chairs. The chairs automatically adjusted to 


the body weight and shape of whoever sat in them. Soft, almost imperceptible 
music was playing in the background. A light fragrance in the air eased tensions 
and sharpened minds for thought. Zimbardo had nothing to do with creating this 
atmospherethese features came on automatically whenever anyone entered the 
room. 

Petty soft life you got here, Zimbardo, sighed the man named Lorry, easing 
himself down into his chair. Im not used to this kind of comfort. 

No, Lorry, I guess not. You dont find too many easy chairs aboard the kind of 
ships you pilot when youre transporting the Banjomans flilox to his customers 
in the Belt. But when our plan succeeds, youll be able to buy all the soft chairs 
you want. Lets get down to business. 

Zimbardo stood before the assembled company. Behind him, taking up most of 
the wall, was a map of a large portion of Mars. As I was saying when we met in 
the hangar assembly room yesterday, it is simply a matter of choosing an appropriate 
target to convince them we have the capability. What should our target be? 
Well here, gentlemen, are the five major atmospheric generation plants on Mars. 
He turned to the map and pointed out five placestwo in the northern hemisphere, 
two near the equator, and one in the southern hemisphere. Each is valued at two 
billion solars and would take several years to replace. The damage wont bankrupt 


the government, but the expense is far from negligible! Even more importantly, 
when they are destroyed, Starlight Enterprises terraformation project will suffer a 
severe setbackpossibly as much as three to four years. Now, data gathered from 
analysis has shown that these plants can be removed very easily by the proposal 
we have suggested. Mr. Crass, do you have anything to add? 

No, Mr. Zimbardo. Ive checked the specs on the asteroids youve selected and 
Ive checked progress with what Stubb is doing. If he has the propulsion units 
ready in ten days, we can deliver our first package to Mars in precisely two weeks. 

A muscular man in short sleeves spoke up. Since no one else wore short 
sleeves, everyone suspected that he wore his sleeves short to show off his biceps. 
Lurtonwhat about the ships that went to interrogate Vly? We know five took 
off, and yesterday I only saw one return. No one else wants to ask about it, but Im 
asking. If Im going to risk my men and my ships on this venture of yours, I want 
to know whats involved. 

As the man was speaking, Gene lowered his head and kept his eyes on the floor. 

All right, Captain Kimball. Its a fair question. Youre right. Five went out 
and only one returned. None of the men was lostthe returning ship brought them 
all back. But four of the ships were destroyed before they could land on Montezumas 
Castle. Zimbardos five lieutenants were already aware of the setback. The 


visitors, Jeff Jenner and Lorry, were stunned. Kimball grunted, as if a suspicion 

had been confirmed. 

Well? he pressed, his face hard and demanding. 

Gene, said Zimbardo, turning away. He didnt like to deliver news of defeat. 

The pilots of the ships tell essentially the same story, began Gene. They 
came directly to Montezumas asteroid, opened communications, and insisted that 
they were going to land. There was no response. But within seconds some kind of 
energy beam came forth from Adamant, the neighboring asteroid, and sliced the 
four ships into small sections. It was clear that there was no intention to kill any 
personnelonly to destroy the ships. The crews were left floating in space. Forces 
of some kind we are not familiar with pulled them into the proximity of the remaining 
ship, where they were taken aboard. Clearly, against forces like that we 
are helpless. The ship returned immediately. The men are badly shaken. 

Kimball grunted again. And Vly? 

Zimbardo answered. They never talked to him. But we dont need him. A short 
time after this incident he radioed to St. George and we intercepted the beam. Wed 
been looking for it. Vly probably assumed that with the destruction of our landing 
party he was safe and so was St. George. But his call went directly to asteroid Z25. 
It was encrypted so we couldnt read it, but we didnt have to know what the mes



sage was to know where it went. Our other five ships were two days away from the 
location. They went directly there and picked up all the miners, including St. 
George, in a very neat operation. 

The intercom buzzed. Mr. Zimbardo? 

Yes, what is it? he responded with obvious irritation. 

Sorry to bother you, sir, but you asked to be informed as soon as the ships 
returned. The Silver Cloud and its four companion ships are expected to dock in 
approximately 45 minutes. 

Very good! Zimbardos initial irritation was instantly dispelled. Tell Mr. 
Lather to put the prisoners into the cell block. I will deal with them later. The 
intercom went off and Zimbardo turned back to the gathering. As you heard, St. 
George will be on the asteroid within the hour. 

There were nods around the table. Many questions were asked about the destruction 
of the four ships near Montezumas Castle, but there were no answers. The 
issue was left unresolved; Zimbardo, however, was not saying everything he suspected. 
He was frightened, but determined that no one would know it. He had heard 
of the legend of the greegles and took it more seriously than anyone would ever 
suspect. 


Richard Starlights spacious office was located near the top of the highest tower 
on the Moon, the giant SE headquarters building located forty miles north of 
Amundsen City. Accessible only by two express elevators, his office covered 
nearly an entire floor of the towermore than 3,000 square feet. Its walls were 
treated glass, harder than any metal alloy and impervious to the constant rain of 
micro-meteorites, with clarity which was nearly perfect. The office was the equivalent 
of 121 stories above ground level, and only an observation deck and various 
antennae were above it. The lunar landscape was visible for miles in every direction. 
The pass which marked the entrance to the Field of Obsolescence was barely 
visible ten miles away just a little east of north. 

What he called his office was really a combination laboratory, resource library, 
work and communications center, and lounge. In one corner was a huge table, made 
of artificial material but, apart from chemical analysis, not distinguishable from 
highly polished mahogany. Its chairs matched its reflective sheen. Table and chairs 
rested on an intricately patterned carpet that measured at least twenty by twenty-five 
feet. Patterns in cerulean blue, silver, and gray, with flecks of green and violet 
beautifully complemented the lunar gray visible through the windows. Not far 
from the table was an immense, detailed globe of the Earth, about four feet in diameter 
and perfectly balanced. Equally detailed globes of the Moon and Mars on the 


same scale were nearby. In another corner were globes of Mercury and Venus and a 
few other celestial bodies. 

Im sorry to put an end to the festivities this way, gentlemen, said Richard 
Starlight to the assembly. Around the table were the President of the United States 
and three of his advisors, among whom were Commander John Lewis of Space 
Command. Richards second-in-command, John Rock Rwakatare, head engineer 
of the Advanced Design Department of SE was also present, as were Allen Foster, 
Keith Seaton, and Charlie Taylor, the fathers of the three Starmen. Robert Nolan, 
founder of Nolan Mining Enterprises and a friend and colleague of Richard Starlight, 
and his second-in-command Beowulf Denn filled out the number. 

On two viewscreens were stationary images of Oritz Konig on Mars, and Steve 
Cliff en route to the Moon from the Asteroid Belt. The time delay for Konig was a 
little more than fifteen minutes, and for Cliff was about 22 minutes, so they could 
not actively participate in the discussion. Both, however, had vital reports to make 
and Richard was prepared to present them by videotape at the right time. 

Richard continued. We all expected that our three Starmen would be back with 
us in two days for the Reception of Honor. That will have to be postponed. Most 
of you know at least something of the reason why, but this urgent meeting was 
called to make sure that everyone is brought up to date and, more importantly, to 


take counsel on a course of action. 

Richard summed up what had been learned about the pirates after the liberation 
of Mars up to the point of the Starmens departure from Oritz Konigs office. 

Our conclusion is that, although we have 542 men in custody in Eagle City, 
including their captain Troy Putnam, several dozen pirates are still free. It would 
have taken a large facility to prepare the ships and house the men used in the assault 
on Mars, and it is virtually certain that a sufficient force for maintaining this 
operation was left at their base. We believe that this was probably a minimal 
number, but there may have been pirates in other locations in the Asteroid Belt or 
elsewhere. Moreover, as you know, one ship managed to escape from Mars during 
the liberation. Oritz Konig, now on special assignment at Mars Base, will make a 
report on what weve learned about Putnams chief assistant, Lurton Zimbardo. 

By pre-recorded videotape, SEs Chief of Security presented a brief report, similar 
to that which he had given to the Starmen. 

At its conclusion, Richard continued. Since the ship that escaped headed recklessly 
at its highest velocity toward a certain area of the Belt, we can reasonably 
assume that the pirates base is situated on an asteroid not far from that area. 

Nolan asked, Why were the ships from Space Command not able to find this 
asteroid, or any trace of the pirates? Robert Nolan was a man of early middle age, 


slight of build, with thinning hair. He was noted for his analytical mind and incisive 
decisions. His hard work over a twenty-year span had built a small company 
into an influential corporation, and his achievements had brought him respect 
throughout the Inner Planetary system. 

This is what we are gathered here to reveal, Richard answered. Im afraid the 
news is quite disturbing. Steve Cliff will give us his report. 

By videotape, Steve Cliff reported what he had seen in the area of Z25. He concluded, 
So it is obvious that the pirates have a very effective radar bender. Their 
ships are, in effect, invisible to our standard radar detection systems. 

When Steves report was over, Richard added, Steve Cliff was immensely helpful 
when we sent the two Starmen to Mars. He did us another favor by following 
them as far as Z25 when he preferred to return to Earth. He is on his way back to 
Earth now. Oritz asked him to keep an eye on the Starmen for their own safety, 
and as you can tell from his report it was a very good thing indeed that he did! 

The men at the table looked grim. The fathers of the Starmen wore especially 
troubled expressions. 

Our battle with the pirates is not yet over, Im afraid, continued Richard Starlight. 
Their radar bender is nearly perfect. The notion of developing a technique 
that makes an object invisible to radar is not new, of course, but in spite of several 


decades of effort even Starlight Enterprise has not been able to achieve the high 
level of effectiveness Zimbardos men have available to them. From these observations 
we draw two disquieting conclusions. 

First, we learned from the pirates we captured on Mars that their base is probably 
invisible to radar; it cant be seen with normal methods. Its likely that the 
pirates have outfitted all their ships with the device that makes objects invisible to 
radar, not just the five Steve Cliff observed. If so, their ships can be anywhere 
without the possibility of any of our bases or centers of civilization being aware of 
them until they become visible to the eye. Since all our computers track ships and 
contribute toward strategic battle decisions based on radar data, it is almost impossible 
to guard against such pirate raids as Zimbardos men are now able to carry 
outand have already done on Z25. Richard sighed. 

Second, and most alarming of all, it is almost impossible for the pirates to 
have invented the radar bender on their own. We had surmised this shortly after our 
first conversations with the captive pirates on Mars, but since then our computer 
has estimated the chance that they did so to be approximately 0.0001%. That kind 
of technology is beyond any earthly scientific capability. It is much more likely 
that they got it from some alien civilizationa highly advanced alien civilization. 

We dont have any solid information other than that, so we can only guess 


what level of connection there may be between any such hypothetical civilization 
and the pirates. At any rate, where the radar bender came from, other devices might 
come toomilitary devices against which Earth has no defense. And we have no 
idea when we will learn the pirates next move, and we dont know where the 
Starmen are now. 

The room was silent. Everyone was stunned. When Mars was liberated they had 
thought that the conflict was at an end. Now they saw that their situation was 
more desperate than they thought possible. 

After a moment, Robert Nolan spoke up. His eyes were wide and his voice was 
high-pitched. Wh, what can we do? Cant we find these pirates? Cant we just 
send out ships and comb the entire area of the Belt where they disappeared? Cant 
we? 

Keith Seaton broke in. Robert, believe me, if there were anything we could do, 
anything we could think of that wouldnt be the equivalent of running around in 
circles, wed be doing it! The Starmen are our sons! Richard informed us last night 
that they were captured, and weve done just about nothing else but try to think of 
something we can do. 

Allen Foster joined in. His voice was level and determined, clearly being controlled 
with supreme effort. It is impossible to do a random search of the Asteroid 


Belteven if we restrict our search to the section where the hidden base must lie. 
Weve done the math. We may as well be looking for a black marble hidden at 
night anywhere in North America. 

And invisible ships! Nolan gasped. The Solar System has no defense against 
anything like that. Why, they could come in anywhere and invade! Theyd be invincible! 
We couldnt even see what hit us! 

Commander Lewis spoke up. And an alien civilization! They could have science 
beyond what we can imagine. Earth doesnt stand a chance against an enemy 
like that! The men were scared. 

After a moment when no one else addressed the gathering, the President spoke. 
Our position is essentially the same as it was when Mars was still in the control 
of the pirates. Our strength does not lie in superior science or in superior numbers. 
Troy Putnam recently placed his trust in superior strength and technology; the unsoundness 
of such a hope is shown by his fall. David fought Goliath and won because 
his trust was in the right place. Zimbardo might have weapons and other 
technology of which we cannot even conceive and he might do great damage, but 
he is still in the wrong. Evil might have its day, but in the end it will always fall; 
the forces of light will overcome it as it decays from within. With that faith and 
that assurance, we can make our plans. Does anyone have a suggestion as to how 


we can meet this crisis? 

Allen Foster spoke again. There are two issues here: finding and rescuing the 
Starmen and their companions, and defending our civilization from the pirates. For 
the first, well, were very hopeful that they are still alive because they were taken 
aboard the pirates ship before the base on Z25 was destroyed. They are resourceful 
young menthey are Starmen, after all. 

For the second, any solution Im afraid will be long-term. Well have to develop 
a detector that uses a process other than radarperhaps something based on 
gravity or light absorption. But you can appreciate the obvious fact, Im sure, that 
inventing such machinery will probably take a very long time. No, I think that our 
course now must be entirely defensive. We are, at least, forewarned. But Im sure 
that the pirates will be making the next move before we can do anything about it. 


7: Prisoners on the Pirates Asteroid 
WHATS the word for walk? asked Mark. 

Gentrikian, answered Zip automatically. 

That makes forty-seven points for you, said Joe. I need fifteen more just to 
catch up. Cmon Mark, give me an easy onehelp me out. 

Okay. Do you want English to Titanian or Titanian to English? 

Titanian to English. Thats easier. 

Kintrishian. 

Joe thought for a moment. Languages seemed to come easily to Markhe could 
absorb concepts and find mental hooks to hang them on with no noticeable effort 
at all. Joe found languages far more difficult. He preferred engine diagrams and flow 
charts. 

I dont know! The lean pilot blasted, exasperated. The Starmen, like the crew 
from Z25, were passing time as they entered the third day of their captivity aboard 


the Silver Cloud. Mark was teaching Zip and Joe some of the Titanian vocabulary 
hed been working on for two years. 

This one should be easy for you, Joe, even if it isnt sleep or eat. The answer 
is just about all weve been able to do on this trip so far. 

Well, sleeping and eating is all weve done! 

Kintrishian means wait. 

Joe grinned. Weve certainly been doing a lot of that on this outing! The past 
couple of weeks have seemed about pointless! Just about all weve been doing is 
bouncing from place to place! We blasted off from Eagle City to the Asteroid Belt 
and then went right back to Mars. Then back to Ceres in the Asteroid Belt. Then to 
Montezumas Castle and on to Z25, and we complete our mission just in time to 
get captured by the enemy! Now were being taken to this secret asteroid where 
Lurton Zimbardo has his base and Ill bet anything were going right back to where 
we startedwhere we lost track of that ship we were chasing into the Belt! 

An announcement came through the intercom. Prepare for deceleration in two 
minutes. 

The Starmen looked at one another, then at the crew of Z25. St. George was 
already walking toward his acceleration couch. Each of them could feel his heart 
suddenly beating a little faster. They strapped themselves into their couches. Zip 


looked out of the window but saw nothing out of the ordinary. 

A moment later, the rockets on the Silver Cloud ignited and the ship began to 
slow. About half an hour later, the had slowed to a crawl and the view of the stars 
disappeared. It became apparent to the prisoners that they had entered a tunnel. After 
a few seconds, the ship touched down and secured itself to the landing pad. The 
prisoners waited. No one spoke. 

Minutes passed, then the door to their quarters opened. Spelford stood in the 
opening, with several other men behind him. All were armed. 

Time to go, Spelford announced. The prisoners were escorted single file 
through the ship and down the access ladder to the floor of the landing pad. They 
were under observation at all times by armed men in front of them and behind. 

Joe reached the bottom of the ladder and turned to look around. To his right was 
an enormous clear wall which sealed off the landing area from the immense tunnel 
through which the ships had come. In front of him and to his left was a complex 
of charcoal-dark structures, lined with silver trim and glinting with many panels of 
glass. The entire area was powerfully lit by dozens of sources hundreds of feet 
above him. He was both impressed and intimidated at the same time. 

As soon as the prisoners had debarked from the Silver Cloud, Spelford began 
giving orders. 


Move. This way. Stay in single file. 

The line crossed the field and passed through a second airlock. Leaving the field 
behind, they entered a large manufacturing area. Several dozen men were working 
feverishly at massive tables and work centers. Sparks from welding areas were 
visible in the back parts of the area. Flashing lights from many desks lit up the 
faces of men with intent gazes, whose attention was fixed on close work on numerous 
small circuit boards. A few workers glanced curiously at the line of prisoners, 
but they didnt waste time on a thorough investigation of the newcomers. 

Spelford and his detail escorted the prisoners through an immense double door, 
down a wide passageway, and into a large elevator. The elevator could accommodate 
fifty men easily. When all were inside, Spelford tapped a number into the control 
pad and the elevator began to descend. It stopped in seconds and the door 
opened into an area where several corridors came together. Two small elevator 
doors flanked the one from which the men emerged. The procession entered a 
dimly-lit corridor that extended for about a hundred yards. Many doors were set into 
the walls, but none was open. 

Spelford led the way down the corridor. After covering about two-thirds of the 
distance, he stopped and slid open a plain, dark portal set into the right side of the 
passage. He glanced into the room beyond, then stepped back and said, In here. 


The prisoners entered, and the door closed behind the last one. 

George St. George broke the silence. Were not going to be able to absquatulate 
from these pirate yaps very easily, thats for sure. Guess well have to make 
the most of our stay here. 

Zip strode into the center of the room and looked around. Indirect lighting provided 
plenty of illumination. Clearly a dormitory of some sort, he observed to no 
one in particular. Bunk-style beds were spaced around the walls. Through another 
door was a resting area with tables and chairs. In another room were washing facilities. 
On one side of the main room was a large window which overlooked the landing 
area and primary work center of the asteroid. 

Joe and Mark strode over to the window and looked out. The rotation of the 
asteroid provides the equivalent of gravity, observed Joe. About what were used 
to on the Moonabout one-sixth Earth. What do you think, Mark? 

Feels like a little less to me, answered Mark. Well have to step up our exercises 
if were going to maintain muscle tone. 

Nothing fancy, but everything we need, said one of St. Georges men after a 
quick look around the rooms. 

For a long stay, maybe, said another. 

Kintrishian means wait, if I remember correctly, Mark, said Joe. 


Thats thirty-three points for you, responded the tall Starman. 

Time passed. From the window in the wall of the asteroid, the three Starmen 
looked down and saw a buzz of activity. About two dozen ships were docked on the 
field, and workers were still hovering around tables in the work center. 

Here comes another one, said Joe, as a spacecraft passed into view from the 
large tunnel that led to the outside. 

How many is that since weve been here? asked Mark. Six? 

Yes, six in less than twenty-four hours, stated Zip. 

The Starmen chafed under the burden of their powerlessness. They had already 
scoured the rooms carefully and found no sign of weakness they could exploit. 
Their food was delivered through an automated shaft that they could find no way of 
using as an escape route. They had neither seen nor spoken to anyone since Spelford 
had brought them to their prison. 

Once again Zip looked out the window. This place is amazing! This could not 
have been anticipated by anyone! It must have been quite a shock when you found 
this asteroid, George. 

Oh yes, I was awestruck, completely, absolutely electrified! Imagine stepping 
into a remnant of an astounding civilization like this. When I found it, it was 


abandoned. It seemed as if no one had been in it for probably thousands of years. 

Tell us everything you know about this place, ordered Zip, looking intently at 
the asteroid miner and drawing him over to the nearest table. Zip gently eased the 
miner into a chair, then turned another chair around and sat in it, folding his arms 
over its back and facing George. The asteroid miner told the Starmen the story of 
his discovery of the asteroid and how Troy Putnam had learned about it. They had 
already heard a brief version of the story from Oritz Konig back at Mars Base. 

Of course, I didnt know this Putnam was a bad egg at the time. He just 
seemed like a friendly, curious spaceman to me. 

What about the asteroid? pressed Joe. What have you figured out about the 
race that built it? 

As I said, the asteroid was abandoned when I ran across it, but whoever built it 
couldnt have been too different from us. Same body type, same size, thats obvious. 
Look around youbeds, chairs, everything, just the way wed make them. 
Their language was quite different, though. Took me a long time to learn how to 
use some of their stuff. 

Howd you learn your way around here? 

When I first came upon the asteroid, the airlock was open. A huge orifice, 
made for spaceships, as you can tell. I came through and landed. Went through one 


of the airlocks into the building portion here, where we are now, and just explored. 
Trial and error. Its not too difficult to get the basics downopening and closing 
doors, and all that. Then figuring out the right mix of atmosphere. I had plenty of 
time. I got access to the first four or five stories, but Im pretty certain the place is 
much bigger than that. At first, I couldnt get any further than the first few stories, 
but after a while I found my way around a couple of deeper sections. 

And then? 

What do you mean, and then? I got bored with it and moved on. Im a miner, 
not an explorer or a settler or a scientist. Theres nothing here but iron. I told a few 
people about it but nobody much believed me or cared until this Troy Putnam fellow 
I met in Yellow City. Hes the only person who got excited about it, so when 
he asked me to bring him here, I did it, as I said. Why not? He paid my expenses 
for the trip, and a little more besides for my time. He was impressed with the 
place, as was I. Then I went looking for uranium and he went back to Ceres. Never 
saw him again. 

Zip pursed his lips, and his brow furrowed under his red haira common expression 
for the leader of the Starman team. This has to explain why Zimbardo 
was looking for you, he said. No one outside the pirates knows as much as you 
about his asteroid. That didnt seem to bother Troy Putnam, but Zimbardo must 


consider you a threat. But I cant understand why he has taken us prisoner. Zimbardo 
has no heart of mercy whatever. I would have expected him just to silence 
you for good. Obviously he is preparing this place for some new and big enterprise 
and is probably occupied, but now I think well be hearing from him before too 
long. Before that happens, I think wed better be gone. 

Escape? You talking about escape, Zip? From here? asked Joe with amazement. 


Zip addressed St. George. Tell us everything you know about how this asteroid 
works. Leave out no detail whatever. Everything you can remember. Joe and Mark, 
pay close attention! We have to come up with a plan! 

A full day had passed since Richard Starlight had called the special meeting in 
his office in the towers of Starlight Enterprise. Now he sat silent and alone in one 
of the chairs around the great table. Suddenly he spun the chair around and stared 
through the clear wall in front of him. His gaze went far past the lunar mountains 
into the distant sky where Mars was just rising, a tiny red point. 

The President had issued his commands earlier that morning. A secret communication 
had been issued to the commanding officers of all the bases of Space Command. 
A similar message had been sent to the heads of large commercial enter



prises such as Starlight Enterprise and Nolan Mining Enterprise, as well as the 
local authorities of population centers in the Asteroid Belt and on Mars. The communication 
had provided what information was known about the threat that the 
pirates manifested. It ordered Space Command and urged the private parties to keep 
the information secret so as to avoid panic and to prevent the pirates from learning 
that their sheathing apparatus had been observed in action, and advised all parties to 
prepare for any attack the pirates may launch. They were put on high alert for visual 
attack and to be ready for instant defensive response. 

In Amundsen City, Keith Seaton sat at his desk, scanning the Asteroid Belt 
with his telescope. His strong build filled the chair in which he sat. 

Theres Ceres, he said quietly as the image of the Belts largest asteroid came 
up on the screen. Charlie Taylor and Allen Foster, who were sitting next to him, 
nodded. The fathers of the three Starmen werent conversing much that night, but 
all were greatly comforted by each others presence. 

On Ceres, Sim Sala Bim received the encrypted message on tight beam, and felt 
immense sadness come over him as he read it. Where are those three young Star-
men now? he wondered. 

In the laboratories of Starlight Enterprises main center on the Moon, scientists 
were working around the clock to devise a method by which their ships could track 


distant objects by sight instead of radar. Additionally, under a very rare Presidential 
command, technicians were working frantically under Earths pre-eminent astrophysicist, 
Stephen Hoshino, trying to devise an advanced means of detecting a ship 
that was invisible to radar. 

The Inner Planetary system was waiting for a strike which its defenders knew 
would surely comebut not when, where, or how. 


8: The Starmen Strike! 
ALMOST an hour had gone by since George St. George had begun to tell the three 
Starmen what he knew of the asteroid. Zip, Mark, and Joe had listened intently, 
plying the asteroid miner with detailed questions as he continued his narrative. At 
last, no one had anything else to say. 

No more questions? Zip asked. Both Joe and Mark shook their heads. Their 
energy level had gone up appreciably since they had sat down with George. They 
had become spirited, now that they were determined to find a plan of escape. 

All right, then. It seems to me that this may be easier than we thought, stated 
Zip. 

You have an idea already? asked Joe, with a slight turn of his head. 

It seems obvious that this asteroid was not intended to house prisoners. This 
room were in is not a cell blockits a dormitory. 

Right, said Mark. Therefore the locking mechanism is not original to the 


asteroids design. Is that where youre going, Zip? 

Zip smiled. Keep going, he nodded. 

Whoever made this asteroid was far in advance of our science and itll probably 
be a long time before we, or anyone else, learn how to alter their design. But the 
locking mechanism was most likely put in by the pirates, probably on short notice. 
It cant be too sophisticated a system. Again, since this is a dormitory and not 
a cell, the wiring is probably on this side of the door rather than in the hallway. 
Lets find where the pirates rewired the door. Whatever they can do, we can undo. 

The Starmen leaped up and began to investigate the door and the walls near it 
very carefully. Now that they had some idea of what they were looking for, they 
hoped it would be easier to find an access panel of some kind which their previous 
general search had missed. Minutes passed with no result. The walls had no apparent 
seams, and the door was set into the framework so closely that there seemed to 
be no space between the door and the edge of the wall into which it slid. 

Try the floor, suggested Joe. Mark dropped down and scanned the floor minutely. 
Joe moved farther to the right and Zip to the left of the door, their fingers 
moving gently over the surface looking for some kind of irregularity. 

St. George watched them with a mix of curiosity and amazement on his face. 
His men sat at the tables playing games, paying the Starmen little heed. Once in a 


while one looked up, then turned back to his game. Others napped on the sofas. 

Look here, said Mark. Zip and Joe came over to see what he had found. What 
do you see? he asked them, sitting back on his heels. 

Where? asked Joe. 

You find itsee if Im right, answered Mark. 

Joe pursed his lips and squinted. Zip watched carefully. George appeared almost 
impassive, but inside his heart was beating faster. 

I see it, observed Joe after a minute. 

What? burst out St. George, then looked almost sheepish for showing his 
excitement. 

The light reflects off this patch here just a little differently from the rest of the 
floor. Its a perfect square about, oh, fifteen inches on a side. 

Right, said Mark. 

How do we open itif its a panel, that is? asked Joe. He pushed the corners, 
tried sliding the panel in every direction, bounced the square with his fingers, all 
with no result. 

Let me try, said Mark. He laid his hand gently on top. In a few seconds there 
was a click and the square lifted up an inch, supported by a small, spring-loaded 
shaft in the center. Mark lifted the panel off and revealed a recess filled with finely 


detailed circuit boards. Over and around them were a few dark wires that obviously 

did not belong to the original design. 

Joe snorted. How did you do that? 

Well, I thought that it had to be some sort of radiation that would open it. 
There were no obvious signs of physical fasteners like screws. So I figured it had 
to be magnetism, or light, or maybe heat. I thought body heat would be the easiest 
to try, so I laid my hand on it, concentrated, and made it warm, and it opened! 

Good work, Mark, but lets not waste time! Were in a hurry now, urged Zip. 
What do you see in there Joe? By now George and several of his men had come 
over and were watching over the shoulders of the Starmen. 

Yeah, really simple circuit. I can disconnect it in a minute even without tools 
and we can be out the door. Joe reached in. 

Wait! Zip grabbed Joes wrist. Is there any evidence that the circuit is tied 
into a larger system, like a master computer, that would tip anyone off that the 
door has been opened? 

Joe peered into the aperture and carefully traced the wiring. 

Sorry, Zip. Sorry, everybody, he said, chagrined. Youre right. There is. But 
I can fix that too. He reached in and twisted two wires together. Okay, that 
should bypass the door circuit and tell the master computer that the door is still 


closed. I can open the door now. Are you ready? 

Zip stood up. There are fourteen of us. We dont know where to go once were 
free, so Id like George to lead us. Hes been through the asteroid. Take us somewhere, 
George, where we wont be found easily. 

George shook his head in a big arc. Now Zip, I havent been on this chunk for 
over fifteen years. Im not real sure where to go! 

George, no one else has been on the asteroid at all. Theres no one but you. 

The asteroid miner looked down, dejected. I dont like any of this. But youre 
right. Okay. Well go out the door and back to the elevators. Well take the one on 
the left. Ill take us to a floor one level down, then through a huge storeroom. On 
the other side are other corridors. Ive been through there, and there are places to 
hide and more elevators to get us other places on the asteroid. After that Im not 
sure. Maybe Ill remember when we get there. 

Everyone got that? said Zip. Stay together and move quickly. No one had 
anything else to say. Zip turned to Joe. 

Lets go, decreed Zip. Joe removed one end of a black wire and touched it to 
another terminal. The door slid open. 

Outside was a scene that none of the Starmen had expected. Two pirates, dressed 
in their gray and black uniforms, were seated opposite one another at a small table 


on the far side of the corridor. The one on the right was a well-muscled, large man 
with dark hair, weighing well over 200 pounds; the other was blond, of medium 
build. He was leaning on his elbow, pondering his next move in a board game. 
When the door slid open, they both looked up, utter surprise written over their 
faces. 

Both the Starmen and the pirates froze for a split second, then both sides moved 
at once. Mark charged for the big man and Joe for the blond. Simultaneously the 
huge pirate bellowed and threw the table toward the charging Starmen, scattering 
the game pieces. Mark stopped the flying table without slowing his pace and 
slammed it hard back at the pirates, legs first. The blond man managed to evade the 
table, but the big pirate took two table legs on his left thigh and upper chest. He 
groaned, and the laser pistol he had been drawing was caught behind the table. 
Mark quickly threw the table upside-down to his left, reached with both hands for 
the pirates right arm, and pulled the man quickly down and toward himself. His 
right knee came up and caught the man in the solar plexus. The pirate went down 
with a whoosh of air and lay still. Mark picked up his pistol. 

Meanwhile, the blond pirate had screamed for help in a panicky voice, turned, 
and was dashing down the corridor toward the elevators. Joe took hold of the tables 
leg nearest him and skated the table forcefully down the corridor after the escaping 


pirate. It caught the man behind his left ankle as he was running. In the low gravity, 
the pirate turned almost completely over, his pistol flying. Joe caught up with 
him and delivered a quick punch that rendered the man unconscious. The entire 
fight had taken less than ten seconds. 

Zip stepped into the corridor calmly. Did either of them have a chance to set off 
an alarm? 

I think this one did, responded Joe, pointing to the fallen pirate at his feet and 
picking up his laser pistol. He had about five seconds while he was running to 
send an emergency call. 

Zip grimaced. That was stupid. I should have thought that they would have a 
guard. I just didnt think of it, with all the electronic gadgetry around here and their 
obvious need of manpower. My fault. Sloppy thinking. But its worse to stand 
here and feel badly about it. Weve got to disappear fast. 

This way!! shouted George and began to run toward the elevator. The asteroid 
miner who had previously been so sedate and hesitant now led the way. The Star-
men followed him and the ten others brought up the rear. George reached the elevator 
door and pressed the panel. In seconds a door opened and the men hurried in. 
Just as the last man rushed through the opening and the doors began to close, the 
elevator doors in the next shaft opened and a troop of pirates poured out, guns 


drawn. In front of them they saw their two comrades lying motionless in the corridor, 
table and chairs in full disarray. 

Come on! commanded their leader, leaping forward and turning toward his men 
to enforce his order. His eyes opened wide as he saw the doors of the adjacent elevator 
closing on the escaped prisoners. The Starmens last view of the scene was the 
pirate leaders shocked face, mouth agape, pulling his laser pistol up to fire. Then 
their doors sealed and they began to descend. 

Almost instantly, it seemed, the door opened. The only light came from the 
interior of the elevator. It shone on an uncountable number of enormous crates, 
stacked three high and set in rows extending beyond the range of the minimal light. 
Though the walls of the room could not be seen, there was a distinct feeling that 
the open space was hugelarger than a gymnasium, perhaps larger than a stadium. 
No one said a word. No one moved. 

Suddenly Zip grabbed the laser pistol that Joe was carrying and leaped out of the 
elevator. He whipped around and fired at the control panel next to the large central 
elevator. The panel flared red for a second and then sparked like fireworks. Zip released 
the activation trigger on the pistol and stepped back. A few pops echoed in 
the darkness against a background of the soft sizzling sound of molten metal dripping 
down the wall. 


Zip ran to the third elevator, calling out, Move away from the elevator! Mark, 
destroy the controls! Simultaneously Mark and Zip demolished the control panels 
of the remaining two elevators. When the controls were obliterated, the lights in 
the elevator went out and the fourteen erstwhile prisoners stood in the utter darkness 
of the immense chamber. The sole illumination was provided by the fading 
red glow of the superheated panels that had been their targets and a few bright orange 
dots in the gaping holes that remained. 

I dont know if thatll prevent the pirates from stopping at this floor, but every 
elevator on Earth I know about cant move beyond any floor where the controls are 
inoperable. George! Where do we go? Zip asked. 

Does anyone have a light? responded the asteroid miner. Just then a pale glow 
like early dawn rose around them and filled the chamber. 

Whats that? cried a frightened voice. 

Automatic lighting, probably, answered Joe. When someone moves far 
enough away from the elevator, or when its light goes out, the automatic lighting 
goes on. 

Follow me, directed George. He led the procession to the right of the elevator 
shafts. On one side was a blank wall at least 25 feet high. On the other were row 
upon row of crates. Each box had a mark on it, but none of the Starmen could rec



ognize its meaning. Far down the rows was the opposite wall of the chamber, at 
least 200 yards away. 

George St. George was hurrying, leading the band of fourteen onward. There was 
no opportunity for conversation, but Mark stepped up close to Zip, who had taken 
the last position in the march. 

Think what this place is, Zip! the mystically-oriented Starman breathed, his 
eyes alight with excitement. This was made by an intelligent, extra-terrestrial race 
weve never heard of! The Titanians certainly didnt make it! And whoever made it 
was shaped just like us! As George said before, the controls, the beds, the 
chairsall are designed for people like us! Same size! And imagine what must be 
in these storage units! 

I have been thinking about it, Mark, answered Zip. Ill want more time later 
to sift through my impressions, but there are too many questions here to deal with 
at the pace were going. 

Of course, but think! Who made this place? How big is the complex? When 
and why did they abandon it? Where are they now? 

Yesand above all, what else will we find in here? 

Just then the screech of tortured metal sounded loudly throughout the chamber. 
Everyone turned and stared back at the elevators, where the sound was coming 


from. A spot on the left door of the central elevator began to glow red, then orange, 
then white. Iridescent metal began to spew forth in chunks. Then a spherical 
mechanism about the size of a basketball shot through the hole. A few bright 
green and yellow lights the size of small coins lit up its dull silver surface. 

Zips blood ran cold. Its an airbot! he cried. Zip had never seen an airbot 
before, but he knew what it was: an aerial reconobot, an armed robotic flying device 
which, among other uses, could be programmed to track down fugitives, 
drawn by their body heat. Zip and Mark lifted their laser pistols and fired simultaneously. 
Their beams lit up red dots on the surface of the flying ball but scattered 
harmlessly, as the Starmen assumed they would. The airbot quickly oriented itself 
to the escapees and began to fly toward them. 


9: A Vision in the Night 
RUN! Go! Scatter! Move! shouted Zip frantically. He ran forward to the closest 
aisle between the stacks of crates, wheeled right, and sped down the narrow space. 
He heard the quiet, efficient zzap sound of the airbots disabling beam, but apparently 
not directed toward him yet. Desperation powered his legs and they pumped at 
peak speed. He didnt know where the others were or what they were doing. Someone 
else was racing behind him but he didnt stop to find out who it was. 

It was not cowardice that inspired his flight, but the desire to preserve the team. 
Scattering and flying gave a slight hope that some of the men might escape the 
relentless search of the airbotor at least put off the inevitable. The rotation of the 
asteroid provided artificial gravity, but it was low enough to enable the men to 
move quickly, covering a lot of distance as they ran. 

Zzap. Zzap, he heard again, more distant this time. He came to the end of the 
aisle and had to slow to keep from slamming into the wall in front of him. He 


reached out his left hand and grabbed the corner of a crate to help him execute the 
turn. As he made the quick right angle twist at the end of the row of crates, he 
glanced behind him with his peripheral vision. Joe was close behind him and several 
yards farther away were two of the miners. Even as he looked, he saw the air-
bot fly over the crates into the aisle he had just cleared, missing the ceiling by less 
than a foot. With the hated zzap sound, it fired one beam toward the miner at the 
rear of the headlong retreat, and the man went limp and collapsed. His momentum 
carried him forward several feet before he stopped moving. 

Zip saw it all in a split-second as his inertia carried him out of view. He looked 
forward again and sped down the aisle; after passing a few rows he turned again to 
the left. Far ahead of him he saw the elevator door with the bulging rupture 
through which the airbot had burst into the warehouse. Suddenly the airbot flew 
over the stack of crates to Zips left and appeared about fifteen yards in front of 
him. A feeling of panicky horror surged through Zip as he saw the airbot re-orient 
itself in his direction. 

All at once every point of light on the airbot went out and it hung motionless 
in the air. Then it sped back to the elevator door as if jerked by a cable. It smashed 
through the hole it had made and flew into the shaft. Instantly there was a dull 
whump, more felt in ones tissues than heard aloud. A bright light came through 


the opening like a spotlight, then faded. 

What happened to the airbot? Joes amazed voice behind him asked the question 
that was in Zips mind. 

Lets go, said Zip. Lets find out whos down and carry them away. Both the 
Starmen were breathing hard, but quickly returned to normal as they paced the 
aisles. In moments they had assembled those whom the airbot had not found. Only 
four men had been disabled by the airbots beams. 

Take us out of here, George, ordered Zip. His voice was quiet but carried the 
authority of leadership that people welcome when there is a crisis. Using the firemans 
carry, eight men easily transported the four who were unconscious. 

George St. George turned without a word and led the way. Everyone followed. 
St. George came to the end of the walkway and turned to the left around the last 
row of storage units. On his right was a bank of elevator doors, some large and 
some small. He came to the first one and with his hand shaking pressed some 
numbers into a control panel. Nothing happened. 

He looked up to Zip with a countenance marked with anguish and pleaded, I 
cant do it. My fingers wont work. Mr. Foster, you press the numbers, please. 
Zip stepped up to the panel. As the asteroid miner called out the directions, Zip 
pressed the buttons. 


Top center. Right center. Top right. Top right again. Bottom left. Center. 
Sorry, Im a little shaken up. 

Thats okay, George. I think well be fine now. The elevator door opened and 
all the men stepped into the conveyance. The door closed. George reached out and 
pressed one button. The elevator began to movenot down or up as the men expected, 
but away from the chamber where they had fought the airbot. 

Whats wrong with these men? asked one of the miners. Theyre completely 
unconscious and their arms and legs are swinging around like theyre puppets or 
something. 

Theyre just out temporarily, not hurt, answered Joe. Airbots disrupt certain 
neural connections to bring on sleep and complete relaxation of all muscle functions. 
Im not sure how high the airbots beam was set, but Id guess pretty high. 
Theyll probably sleep for several hours but theyll be fine when they wake up. 

What did you do to that machine that was chasing us? asked another of St. 
Georges companions. 

I didnt do anything to it. I dont know what happened to it, answered Zip. I 
suppose it malfunctioned. Lucky for us. Joe and Mark both glanced sidelong at 
Zip, then looked away. The Starmen knew that whatever had happened to the air-
bot, a malfunction was not one of the possibilities. 


Another of the miners spoke up. Ive never been on an elevator that moved 
horizontally before. Where are we going, George? This transit is taking longer than 
just moving between floors. 

The elevators inside this rock can move in just about any direction except 
slantindicular. If I remembered accurately, this onell take us to a control and information 
center of some kind. I dont know where it is in relation to where we 
started, but we should be safe there and if I dont forget where we come out, I can 
always get us back to the warehouse if we want to return. 

The elevator came to a stop and the door opened onto darkness. As before, the 
elevator light illumined a small space, in which the men could see a few counters. 
When the first passenger debarked, soft lights went on. The illumination revealed a 
room of about 2,000 square feet, filled with viewscreens, computer stations, cabinets 
and shelves, tables and chairs, and a few sofas. At least a dozen doors led from 
the room. The four unconscious men were laid carefully down onto the sofas. 

What is this place? Zip asked St. George. 

Havent any idea, Starman. I dont mind pushing buttons at random when it 
comes to elevators, but you wont find me playing with any machine I dont understand. 
I dont want to find the ejection seat or rocket launchers by accident. 

What do you think, Mark, Joe? Lets look around here. The Starmen began to 


examine the keyboards and control systems spread throughout the room. There 
were symbols written beside most of the controls, but none of the writing was 
recognizable. 

Alien writing, observed Mark. Id sure like to know what it says. 

Joe was at the next console, thoughtfully pressing buttons, but there was no 
response. 

We need to find food and water, said one of the others. 

Right, said Zip. Everyone check through the shelves and cabinets. Open the 
doors, too, and look through, but dont go anywhere. Zip didnt speak aloud what 
was on his mind. The workings of the asteroid, no matter how technologically 
advanced, had been abandoned for probably thousands of years. There could be no 
water or food anywhere except where the pirates were. The Starmen and miners 
may have escaped captivity, but their freedom would do them no good until they 
found food, water, and a spaceship. Success in finding even one of those items 
without being recaptured was highly unlikely. And even if they could board a ship, 
escape from the asteroid was just about impossible. He wondered how long it 
would take before someone else realized these things and voiced them. 

Theres nothing, Mr. Foster, said one of the men after everyone had searched 
thoroughly. 


Mm hmm, Zip nodded. Well, lets sleep and start again in the morning. 
Maybe some of us can go back to the warehouse and open up a few of those crates. 
There may be food and water in some of them. Others can investigate some of the 
passages that lead away from here. 

The men arranged themselves around the room and lay down. I think I found 
the light switch, anyway, said Joe and pressed a button next to one of the doorways. 
The room became dark. 

I assure you, Mr. Zimbardo, there was nothing wrong with the airbot, asserted 
a large man, standing before the pirate leader with a half dozen of his partners. I 
dont know what threw it back into the elevator shaft and I dont know what made 
it explodebut there was nothing wrong with it. The prisoners must have done 
something to it. 

These prisoners are more than asteroid miners! None of St. Georges men has 
the capability of knocking out two armed men the way those two were knocked 
out. None of them has the know-how to disable a airbot! Zimbardo turned to his 
chief control officer. Gene! Get me Lather right away. Tell him to bring up all 
information he has on the prisoners he brought in from Z25. Tell him to bring 
especially the video-record of the prisoners. He turned back to the others. Youre 


dismissed! 

Soon Lather appeared with a handful of records. 

Lets see the video-record first, said Zimbardo, and pushed his computer a little 
closer to his lieutenant. The man inserted the disk. In seconds, a view of the prisoners 
appeared on the screen, each one shuffling by as they entered the Silver 
Cloud. 

When all the prisoners had passed by, Zimbardo turned his head down in disgust. 
Lather opened a file and brought out another disk. Ive got he began. 

You fool!! spat out Zimbardo through gritted teeth. I dont need to see any 
more! I know who weve got now! How could you miss seeing that the three 
Starmen who completely destroyed our plans on Mars were your passengers for 
three days! How could you miss it?? He was shouting now. Theyve been on 
the news for two weeks! How Zimbardo paused and tried hard to get control of 
himself. They were our prisoners! and now theyve escaped! Theyre loose inside 
this asteroid, and we dont know where! 

But sir, inserted Lather when Zimbardo paused to take a breath and clutch the 
air. There arent many places they can hide. Theres not much to the inside of the 
complexonly five floors. 

Zimbardo turned to the ship captain. With words that smoldered, he said, The 


complex of this asteroid is far larger than you think! I have barely begun to explore, 
and St. George knows more than I do! 

Back in control now, Zimbardo punched his desk communicator. Gene! Get a 
search party together and have them scour every part of the asteroid they can find. 
He filled in the details about the Starmen. But he knew that neither the miners nor 
the Starmen would be found. With George St. George leading them, they could be 
anywhereanywhere but where his men would be able to search. 

Mark came out of a deep sleep into a light doze. He knew he was sleeping, but 
he was also mindful of his surroundings. It gradually washed through him that he 
was hearing voices. Two voices were conversing in very low tones, far away. He 
had a feeling that the air was thick and the sound had to struggle to get to him. He 
became aware of his eyelids, and they fluttered. Fully conscious but deeply relaxed 
now, he slowly opened his eyes. He saw only darkness, but it was not absolute. 

He turned his head slowly to the left. Through an open door, about twenty feet 
away along a corridor were two tall, vaguely humanoid beings wrapped in shadows. 
Marks heart leaped and began to race, but outwardly he showed no trace that he 
was alert. His eyes narrowed in an attempt to see more clearly. He knew instinctively 
that the creatures were alien. They walked in utter silence and stepped into 


the room. Mark lay frozen. They looked around for a few seconds, then went back 
into the corridor to the place where he had first seen them. They manifested no ill 
intent toward the sleepers. 

The figures began conversing in low voices. Mark sensed a deep sadness in their 
tone. He strained to hear what they were saying, what their words sounded like. 

Suddenly he heard something that sounded familiar. A coincidence, he thought 
to himself. They couldnt have said Zimbardo. After several more exchanges, one 
of the figures pressed a series of buttons on the wall, next to a blank screen. It 
came alive with a dull silver glow. Bright green lines appeared in the configuration 
of a map or blueprint. Mark strove to see as well as to hear. Slender fingers 
pointed to one part of the screen or another as the conversation continued. 

Then he heard it again, this time clearly. Zimbardo. Mark lifted his head a 
little and turned so he could observe the screen better. A plan of the surface control 
center, he thought. He recognized the floor plan by its telltale great doors 
through which the prisoners had been marched. 

The scene changed as one of the figures pressed a button. A series of diagrams 
appeared, diagrams that indistinctly suggested a power plant to Mark. One of the 
tall figures began talking animatedly, pointing to various locations and repeating 
the word Zimbardo frequently. 


Suddenly Mark understood what was going on: the aliens were talking about 
shutting down the power plant! Mark strained to get a closer look at the diagram 
they were examining. The aliens! His mind raced. They must be the builders of 
this base! Shutting down the power plantwhy, they must want to stop Zimbardo! 
They're on our side! 

Then the other figure spoke up. He seemed to agree with the animated one, but 
his voice had a sorrowful tone to it. He pressed a few buttons on the screen and a 
picture of a warship appeared. As the alien pointed to the ship and talked, all the 
life seemed to drain out of his companion and he began looking hopeless and despondent. 
He turned the screen off. 

Mark didnt understandwhat was that ship? Why did it bring such hopelessness? 


As the panel went dark, Mark realized with a crushed heart that, for some reason, 
the aliens were not going to deactivate the power plant after all. He buried his face 
in his hands. Something was stopping them, something having to do with the 
spaceship that had appeared on the screen last. 

Mark looked up and saw that the figures had vanished! 


10: Both Sides Move 
THE GREAT AIRLOCK on the pirates asteroid opened. From the depths of the abyss 
five ships came forth. Emerging from the stone tunnel, they moved into formation 
and then headed for the Asteroid Belt. Lurton Zimbardos lieutenant Crass held the 
authority over the small fleet. Each ship was sheathed with the radar bender, making 
it invisible to the normal means of detection used by Starlight Enterprise, 
Space Command, and other Earth-based entities. 

As the ships came into the Belt, Crass gave the command to the other four pilots. 
The target asteroid has been located. Proceed with the destruction of the 
sats. The sats were small, unmanned electronic satellite observers, distributed 
throughout the Asteroid Belt to aid in research and navigation. They monitored 
movement in the Belt and provided constantly updated information on the location, 
speed, and direction of major asteroids. 

The four ships moved into pre-determined areas in the quadrants around a small, 


heavy, black, iron asteroid that was speeding smoothly along on its course. 

Crass stood on the deck of his ship and gazed out at the small asteroid. He spoke 
as if to himself. There it is, the first of five surprise packages for our beloved 
Mars. The pirate leader waited patiently for the pilots of the four companion ships 
to report back. He expected that their assignment would take about 45 minutes
maybe as long as an hour. The first report came in 42 minutes later. 

Mr. Crass, this is Slant. We located three sats in quadrant two and destroyed 
them all. The other reports came in only moments later. A total of fourteen sats 
had been located within 600 miles of the asteroid where Crass was waiting, and all 
had been destroyed. Crass opened the intercom on his own ship. 

Were clear. Go to it. 

Over a dozen space-suited men spilled out of the airlock. They had been waiting 
for the order from Crass. Each carried a large crate, nearly weightless in the Asteroid 
Belt. They maneuvered easily through space and floated gently to the surface of 
the asteroida dark 100-yard wide clump of dirty rock. Immediately the men began 
to distribute the crates evenly over the surface of the rock. 

The grim, forbidding, pocked asteroid became the site of frenzied work. The 
crewmen removed sheet after sheet of dark metal from the crates and fastened them 
to the floating chunk of iron. Tiny flames showed where the irregular metal of the 


asteroid was being shaped to fit the plates the pirates were anchoring to its surface. 

In one hemisphere three other men were attaching power and propulsion units. 
They sank holes several feet deep and inserted tubes, fuel tanks, and a control 
mechanism. At one place near the asteroids equator a technician was installing a 
communications unit. 

The four companion ships had returned and remained on guard less than a quarter 
mile from the asteroid. In less than two hours the work on the asteroid was completed 
and the crewmen reentered their ship. 

Take us home, ordered Crass. The five ships left the Belt and began the quick 
journey back to their port. Crass smiled most of the way back. 

On Mars in the communications tower of Eagle City, technician Mel Golden 
was puzzled. Some of his data had just dried up. Mel was responsible for monitoring 
the sats in a large segment of the Asteroid Belt, and a section over a thousand 
miles in diameter had gone dark. He called to his superior. 

Will, Ive got something curious here. A slender, middle-aged man with long 
gray hair walked over to the console. 

What is it, Mel? 

Look at this. You asked us to report anything out of the ordinary. Well, occa



sionally one sat will malfunction, but it looks as if at least a dozen have stopped 
reporting all at once. I havent plotted out the details yet, but theres an entire section 
of the Belt where nothings happening. 

When did it start? 

Just a moment ago. So whatever occurred out there happened abouthe 
thought for a secondabout eleven minutes ago. 

Thanks, Mel. This could be the surprise weve been waiting for. Ill report this 
immediately. Will went over to the master communicator in the tower and sent a 
top priority message to Space Commands headquarters on Mars, describing the 
situation. Space Command headquarters forwarded the information to its centers on 
Earth and the Moon, as well as to Oritz Konig, SEs Head of Security in Mars 
Base. 

Konigs report to Richard Starlight included these words: It looks probable 
that the pirates have taken some sort of action in the Belt. There are no population 
centers of any size within 10,000 miles of the place, and no known solitary miners. 
Its a completely dead spot, and sats are spaced very thinly there. Yet fourteen 
sats in a sphere at least a thousand miles in diameter were put out within a ten-
minute period. No natural phenomenon can explain that. Space Command has the 
closest ship, but it wont get to the site for a little more than 22 hours. The near



est backup ship is more than three hours after that. SE doesnt have a ship of any 
kind at all within four days of the site, so well have to depend on Space Command 
for the first reports. 

Wake up! Everybody wake up! Starman Joe Taylor was shouting. 

What is it? Whats wrong? Voices came from several men, jerked awake by 
Joes outburst. 

Food! Theres food here! he burst out. And water! Someone brought us food 
and water! Lots of it! 

Within seconds everyone was up and crowding around Joe. Now that he had 
roused his companions, he was bent over a half dozen large boxes, one of which 
was partially open. He reached in and took out a container filled with fruit. He 
handed it to one of George St. Georges men, reached into the box again, and withdrew 
a vessel with water in it. It had a spigot on it as if it were made for traveling. 
The men began passing it around, drinking deeply. Joe dug in again and brought 
out another box. He opened it and held it up so that others could see. It contained 
several layers of items like large crackers. 

Where did it come from, Joe? Zip asked. 

I dont know, Zip! I woke up before anyone else and noticed these crates. I 


jumped up, looked around but didnt see anybody. I opened the first one and saw 

the fruit. Thats the whole story. 

You dont know its safe! You took a chance, Joe! 

What kind of chance, David? Where were we going to find water, much less 
food? We were done for without this. 

Not too much of a chance, I think, Zip, whispered Mark to the red-haired 
Starman. Zip turned his head and looked at Mark curiously. The foods okay. Let 
the men distribute it and Ill tell you what I know. 

Okay, Zip nodded. He turned to George. Let the men take the crates apart and 
see what weve got here. Well eat and then well make plans. George took over 
operations while the three Starmen stepped aside. 

What do you know, Mark? asked Zip. Mark told the other Starmen what he 
had seen in the middle of the night. 

Hmmm. Hard to credit it, that the original builders of this wonder are still 
here, mused Zip. Why would they let Earthmen come in and take over? I gather 
from what weve learned and what weve overheard that the pirates have been active 
here for over a dozen years, and George found this place over fifteen years ago. 

The pirates havent really taken over, Zip, said Joe. It looks as if they havent 
gone beyond the first few levels! Somethings kept them out. Only George 


was able to get beyond the floor where the warehouse is. Maybe thats why Zimbardo 
wanted to find him and keep him alive. George doesnt know too much about 
this, this, I dont know what to call this place, but he knows more than any human 
living. 

Whatever the truth is, we have some friends, contributed Mark. They dont 
want to be seen, but theyll help us. Ill bet a golden asteroid that theyre the ones 
who destroyed the airbot. I think we need to be ready to see what happens next. 

Youre right, Mark, said Zip. Well have to be prepared to move. The Star-
men went back to the group. Everyone was seated on the floor or on chairs, eating 
a welcome and refreshing breakfast. The four men who had been rendered unconscious 
by the airbot had benefited from a good nights sleep and were back to normal. 


Mark reached into one of the crates and took out one of the items that looked 
like a large cracker. He saw that several of the miners were eating them. Zip had 
also taken a bite out of one and was chewing thoughtfully. 

What do you think of these crackers? Mark asked. 

Survival food, opined Zip. The fruit is delicious, though. 

When everyone had finished breakfast, George St. George asked, What should 
we do now, Mr. Foster? 


I was just going to ask you the same question, George, answered Zip. Lets 
get the men together and make some plans. George called the miners together. Zip 
delivered a short speech, informing them that he, Joe, and Mark were Starmen and 
gave a brief summary of their assignment. With a nod, Zip asked Mark to tell what 
he had seen during the night. Then a number of men began to ask questions. 

All at once the room dimmed. The voices stopped suddenly. After a few seconds, 
one of the corridors lit up with a soft, pleasant light. Thats the way we go, I 
think, said Zip. Pack up the food. The contents of the remaining cartons were 
distributed among the men and Zip led the way. He felt more hopeful than he had 
since the Starmen had landed on Z25. 

The corridor extended for several hundred yards in a straight line. Many doors and 
other passages led off in different directions, each marked with one or more figures, 
none of which was familiar. The passageway was plain and utilitarian. After more 
than five minutes of walking, the men came to an intersection of passages in a 
large, faintly illuminated room. The lights in the corridor faded behind them. 
Across the room was a row of elevator doors. A row of lights lit up over one of 
them. Zip strode boldly across the floor to the elevator that had been indicated, and 
the others followed without a word. When he was within twenty feet of the door, it 
opened. After the men entered the compartment and laid down their burdens, the 


door closed. 

On a control panel, one light gleamed and Zip pressed it. When he had done so, 
another light went on. He pressed that one. After he had pressed six lights, no 
more came on, and the elevator began to descend. After about a minute, the movement 
stopped and a door behind the men slid open, opposite to that through which 
they had entered. The men turned and inhaled sharply. 

Oh my! Oh my! exclaimed Zip, but no one heard him. 

In front of the men was a power plant of impossibly immense size, in dusky 
darkness. There were low murmurs as of engines pulsing far away or of winds 
passing through trees, but they were quiet sounds. The ceiling was out of view, 
lost in blackness above them. A seamless iron floor, perfectly level, stretched out 
before the men as far as they could see. The left wall was beyond their vision; the 
right wall was about thirty yards away. Lights were located sparsely throughout the 
facility. 

Gargantuan tubes, gleaming silver in the lights and ribbed like a torso of a 
dragon, snaked through a heavy latticework of girders. Iron pipes a foot in diameter 
ran by the dozens through the open spaces. There were catwalks, elevators, and 
enclosed spiral staircases in strategic places. Great metal containers bearing dials 
and lights of various colors took up much of the space. 


Go, said Zip. His voice came out as a whisper, which he had not intended. He 
swallowed and said it again, a little louder this time. Go on, move out. Its okay. 
The men stumbled forward, filled with awe so overwhelming that it paralyzed their 
vocal cords. 

Finally Joe caught his voice. This is great! Wow! This is GREAT! 
FANTASTIC!! He pushed through the miners in front of him and ran forward 
about twenty feet. He shouted as loudly as he could. HEYYY!! 

There was no echo. His yell disappeared as if it had been damped. He suddenly 
felt chilled and afraid. He turned back to the others and rejoined the crowd. He sidled 
over to Mark. This place is great, he whispered with a smile. Marks eyes were 
upturned and shining with appreciative wonder. 

Zip moved to the front of the company. In a quiet but determined voice he said, 
Lets go. Well just follow the main aisle, straight in front of us. He began to 
walk and the others followed. Dont forget the food, he threw over his shoulder. 
Two men turned back to retrieve their supplies and then ran to join the others. 

Joe moved up to the front and walked next to Zip. The Starman leader was setting 
a brisk pace. 

Isnt this place fantastic, Zip? Just think of the people who can build a thing 
like this! 


I am thinking of them, answered Zip. His brow wore the characteristic furrow 
that showed he was not completely at ease. 

Whats wrong? asked Joe, as if he hadnt a care. 

Something bothers me. Our unseen friends, if they are the ones who built and 
maintain this asteroid, are highly advanced technologicallyfar in advance of anything 
were likely to achieve for centuries. But from what Mark told us, its obvious 
that theyre afraid of something. I cant see that theyd be afraid of Zimbardo 
and his cronies. Theyre afraid of something else, something we dont know about 
yetand that makes me afraid. 

He continued his fast pace and Joe kept up with him, but Joes eyes glanced into 
the shadows as they walked. 


11: An Asteroid is Missing 
THERE was a breeze. A very light breeze, a mere breath. Mark could feel it on his 
cheek, just a slight chill that was pleasant. He had not felt air moving since he had 
been on Mars. 

Surely, the air cannot move in here, he thought to himself. He lifted his eyes 
upward. As he expected, the lights failed before they revealed the ceiling immensely 
far above. How far? he wondered. A half a mile? A mile? More? The 
lights looked almost like stars, placed in the strategic joints and balconied work 
areas of the monstrous iron latticework. 

The refugees from Lurton Zimbardos prison had been walking through the 
power plant for some timelong enough to have covered at least a mile, and 
probably closer to two. Though the surroundings were obviously nothing more 
than the power station of the asteroid, the men were as hushed as if they were in a 
cathedral. They were small figures in an enormous place, reminded of their small



ness and overwhelmed with a sense of the numinous. 

Mark sifted through his memories to a time when he was a child of about six, 
and his parents had brought him to Carlsbad Caverns in New Mexico. He had stood 
in an immense room below ground, large enough to contain several football fields. 
He had exulted then, identifying for the first time his restlessness inside, his search 
for something larger than himself, something that could fill a universe. 

He spoke aloud to no one in particular. When I was in Carlsbad Caverns about 
a dozen years ago, the ranger told us that the temperature inside the caverns was 
constant. This is like that. 

Sure, responded Joe. This is a kind of cave. Look at the floor. Perfectly 
smooth, like glass. Artificially shaped, of course, and sealed, but it is the substance 
of the asteroidno manufactured flooring. We must be in the deepest part of 
the complex here. I feel almost as if we are on the bottom of an ocean. 

Joe! Mark! called Zip from the front of the procession. The men stopped walking 
and the two Starmen joined Zip. Look at that, said Zip, with a lift of his 
chin. 

A computer screen about four feet square was set into the side of a huge, gray 
fabrication of metal, shaped like a cube at least fifteen feet on a side and made of 
thick plates held together with rivets. Dozens of pipes in a tremendous variety of 


sizes came into the cube and extended away, disappearing into the dark distance. 
Some were the diameter of soda straws and a few were large enough for a man to 
crawl through. Most were as thick as a mans wrist. 

Mark stepped up to the screen at once. Below it was a keyboard without markings. 
He pressed the button which was located in the same place on the board as 
the button he had seen the midnight visitors press to activate their screen. A few 
buttons lit up with tiny green lights, but the screen remained black. He tried a few 
more buttons, but there was no response. 

Nothing doing. If youd like to take a break here, Zip, Ill try a few more combinations. 
Were so far away from the surface of the asteroid, Im sure Zimbardo 
will never find us now. When Mark said Zimbardo, the screen flashed briefly on 
each syllable. 

Hey! exclaimed the Starman. The screen flashed again. Zimbardo! he said 
again, and the screen repeated its performance. Its voice activated! And it recognizes 
Zimbardos name! Mark tried a series of standard commands for voice-
activated computers, but got no response to any words other than hey and Zimbardo. 


Take your time, Mark; I dont think were in a hurry down here, said Zip. For 
half an hour, Mark tried voice commands and combinations of keyboard strokes, 


but made no progress. 

This place is oppressive, said one of the miners, after a long silence. I dont 
like being closed in by darkness. 

Right, said another. On the asteroids we can see for thousands of light years, 
but inside here it seems as if life is swallowed. I feel as if Im in somethings 
stomach. 

Starman Foster, said George St. George. I think we had better move on. We 
need to come to the end of this giant room and get back to light and living quarters 
of some kind. With all this excitement weve had, I think the men are just about 
completely exfluncted. 

Zip paused a moment and looked into the distance, then nodded. Okay, he 
agreed. This room cant go on forever. Lets find the end of it. 

Lurton Zimbardo was in the control center of the asteroid. A small group of his 
most trusted assistants stood silently by. Through the wall of glass on his right he 
could see the cavern where the pirates spaceships were anchored to the landing 
field. Five of them were out on assignment in the Belt. As the work crew on the 
asteroid was able to produce sufficient sheathing, power, and propulsion units, a 
space crew was assigned the task of outfitting the asteroids that Lurton had previ



ously chosen. 

The first, under the leadership of Crass, had returned that morning. Another had 
gone out almost immediately afterward and one more would depart the next morning. 
By the end of the following day, the last two crews would be launched. 

Crass assignment had included the destruction of the sats while he performed 
his task. Now that the pirates knew how easy and fast it was to complete the work, 
they did not bother to destroy the sats in the remaining four sites. Zimbardo knew 
that the destruction of the sats would alert Space Command, but the authorities 
would not be able to stop the project before his ships returned. Once they learned 
what he was doing they would expect that he had only one asteroid to command. 
The remaining four would be a shock to them and give him, Zimbardo, a powerful 
psychological edge. He would need it for his last demand. Even his most trusted 
lieutenants had no inkling of the enormity of his last ploy. 

Now in contact with G670, uttered Zimbardo, referring to the asteroid that 
Crass and his crew had rigged. The screen was lit up before him. Two minutes and 
four seconds to go from rightnow! A countdown clock was set at his left. The 
pirate captain checked his figures one more time. He had plotted the orbit of Mars, 
the thrust and direction of the power units on G670, the speed of the red planet in 
its course and its rotation, the anticipated acceleration of the asteroid, and the time 


delay involved in making adjustments to its course. He had checked his computations 
half a dozen times and then commanded three others to do so. 

Three, two, one read the countdown clock. Zero. Zimbardo pressed the button. 
He remained motionless for at least ten seconds. Then he sat back and exhaled 
loudly. He had not noticed that he hadnt been breathing. Then he turned and smiled 
broadly to his audience. 

Five and a half days from now, everyone in the Earth-Moon-Mars system will 
know who we are! 

Oritz Konig was making another report to Richard Starlight. The Space Command 
ships came onto the site and found no sign of human presence. They quickly 
replaced the sats, got them activated, and then checked data. I dont know how to 
explain it, Richard, but an asteroid is missing. Other than that, there is nothing 
different in the area of the Belt that had gone dark, but obviously the pirates have 
done something with an asteroid. Its not a very big oneonly about 100 yards in 
diameter, maybe a little morebut its vanished. 

The Starmen and miners had been walking more than three hours, and covered a 
distance of about ten miles. 


A wall, announced Zip. Weve come to the end of it at last. 

Youd think that a race that can make elevators go sideways could have come 
up with a way to traverse this gymnasium quicker and easier than walking, grumbled 
Joe. 

Didnt I hear you say that this place is great? inquired Zip. 

It is. Back then, I meant great like magnificent; but now it just feels like 
great as in really big. 

The company came up to the wall. There was a bank of elevators in front of 
them and several sets of doors to their right. In a large open gathering place, there 
were many platforms like flat beds, with rods coming out of one end and sticking 
up perpendicular to the beds. 

Joe, said Mark, investigating one of the beds. Heres your easier way to 
travel. These things must be some sort of dolly or truck. I saw a lot of them where 
we first came out of the elevator, but I didnt recognize them. 

And we didnt know how big the room is, either, so we didnt look for means 
of transportation, added Zip. 

No wheels, said Joe, peering at the apparatus, and doesnt need them. Magnetic, 
probably, with this iron floor. Man, he said with exaggerated disgust, we 
could have floated in comfort the whole length of the place. 


Were here now, said Zip, matter-of-factly. What happens next? Well see if 
our friends are still with us. 

The men waited for some sign of guidance, but there was only silence. No 
lights were activated over an elevator. Minutes dragged on. Try the doors, said 
Zip at last, and walked to the nearest elevator. He pressed buttons, but nothing 
happened. Go on, try the other ones, he called out with a wave of his hand. 
Some of the men went to the other elevators and pressed buttons. Others went to 
the standard doors adjacent to the elevators, but they did not open. 

Well, I guess we have to go back, said Joe. No one laughed. 

This ones open, called one of St. Georges men. They all turned and saw an 
open doorthe tenth in a row of identical, unmarked doors along the wall. The 
man didnt go through it but waited for Zip. The leader of the Starmen went 
through the portal onto a metal deck. Stairs went upward. He began to climb, with 
the others following after. 

Three flights up he came to another door, which opened as he set foot on the 
landing. He went through it into a room outfitted as a small hangar. Five spaceships 
of alien design were clamped to the floor. At the far end of the hangar was an 
airlock. 

Walking gingerly, Zip stepped out a little farther into the hangar. The airlock 


was enormous and perfectly clear, revealing thousands of stars. Though it had been 
only a few days since he had seen a starscape, now it almost seemed as if he were 
perceiving the heavens for the first time. A feeling of awe coursed through him. 

Were almost free, he whispered. 


12: First Impact 
ALIEN SPACECRAFT! murmured Joe, slowly. Magnificent! 

He and Mark had followed Zip into the hangar. George St. George and his men 
came after them. They huddled close together and remained at the door while the 
Starmen strode across the floor of the hangar toward the spacecraft. 

The five ships were sleek craft with a highly swept delta wing design. The hulls 
were a startlingly reflective deep forest green color. The craft looked identical to 
each other, each about 75 feet long with a wingspan of about 45 feet. The windshields 
were black and opaque. They lay horizontally on the floor of the hangar, all 
pointed toward the airlock. 

Beautiful! Just gorgeous! exclaimed Mark. As he approached the alien craft he 
noted that the hull was not merely colored, but patterned. Oh my! Look at this! 

Joe and Zip were right behind Mark and came over to see what the big Starman 
was showing them. The hulls were not only beautifully colored, but showed evi



dence of leaf patterns. Subtle gradations in color gave the impression that the ships 
were almost camouflagedthat they could land in a deep forest and become almost 
invisible. 

This is a work of art, a work of genius! exclaimed Joe. 

How do you get in? asked Zip, looking for a door. He was running his hands 
over the surface. There was no sign of a doorway, no seal or join anywhere he 
could see or feel. He could see his reflection in the side of the spacecraft as if he 
were looking into a still pool in a forest. 

So close, yet so far, said Mark. Here are ships, there is an airlock, but were 
not any closer to escaping than we were before. 

Thisll take some time, said Joe, with a grimace. Its probably voice-
activated, like the computer screens below. The company had passed large computer 
screens regularly on their trek through the power plant. All we need to do is 
learn the language of an alien race we dont know, have never met, and whose language 
we cant read. Then we can break free of here. 

Lets get busy, said Zip. I like a challenge. We were led here by our hosts. 
There has to be a way. 

Zip went back to George St. George and his men. Well be working on getting 
into one of the spacecraft and learning how to use it. You can help by exploring 


this place and finding out whats here. George, would you please take an inventory 
of what weve got in the way of food and drink and make a plan for making it last 
as long as you can. Well also need spacesuits. We can probably fly without them 
if we have to, but its a bad risk. 

Okay, Zip. Well do our part, responded George. His men scattered throughout 
the hangar. There was a lot to investigate. It was only about 200 yards long and 50 
yards wide, but was lined with cabinets. There were shelves and racks with equipment 
of various kinds, some recognizable and some decidedly not. More than a 
dozen doors opened into the hangar. Zip went back to the spacecraft the Starmen 
had chosen for their escape vehicle. 

Joe and Mark were at the closest work station, where there were tools of curious 
manufacture. 

What can you guess about the alien race that built this place? asked Joe as he 
ran his hands across a set of tools, picking one up and putting it back down. What 
do we know about them? 

Theyre humanoid, definitely, replied Mark as he gazed at a rack of instruments. 
Weve already agreed on that. I assume that the two figures I saw last 
night are from the people who constructed this amazing facility. Cant guess why 
theyre not out in force here, unless there are only a few of them aboard. Cant 


guess why they dont show themselves. Dont know how old this asteroid is or 
what it is for. But theyre definitely humanoid. Even if I hadnt seen them, we 
could tell that by the shape of the tools and everything else weve seen. 

And the food they gave us is not too different from what were used to. And 
think about this: they put fresh fruit in those food packages. They must have a 
hydroponic orchard somewhere in this asteroid. There must be a huge portion of 
this complex that no human has ever seenand maybe cant get into! This place is 
big enough to house an entire city. Maybe there are thousands of them here! 
George said that he only explored a tiny part of the inhabitable region when he was 
here. Everything weve seen tells me that theyre a lot like us. 

That might tell us something about the nature of the universe, Joe. I like to 
wonder about things like that. 

And look, these spacecraft have wings. Theyre not just for travel in the void; 
theyre made for flight on a planet with an atmosphere. 

Zip came over the joined the conversation. If they helped us get from the warehouse 
area to this hangar, why arent they helping us get into the spaceships? 

Maybe therere only two of themthe two I saw last night, suggested Mark. 
Maybe theyre caretakers or something like that, and not spacemen. Maybe they 
dont know much more than we do how to get into these beauties. 


Well, whatever the reason, I guess were on our own, at least for the time being. 


Looks like some sort of laser here, said Joe, picking up an object that resembled 
a flashlight. It had two dials on it with signs of calibration, and a button that 
was probably intended to activate it. If it is a laser, and if these dials move the 
power from low to high, who knows which end is which? 

Take it into the power plant and aim it at the floor. An instrument that small 
cant have too much power and wont hurt a half mile of solid iron. See what happens, 
suggested Mark. 

Joe shrugged. Okay. He went over to the door through which they had come a 
half hour before. He was back in a few minutes. 

Its a laser, all right. This dial here changes the intensity of the beam from low 
to high, and this onewell, watch. Theres a barrel of powder over here. Talcum 
or something. He reached in, took a handful of the dust, and dropped it back into 
the barrel. A cloud of dust rose up. He activated the laser through it. A bright blue 
beam appeared. He turned a dial and the beam became a brilliant green. 

Lasers of different frequencies, all in one tool! Mark exclaimed. 

Yeah, and its got red too! 

Lots of possibilities with this, said Zip. Ill bet it can be used to open the 


spacecraft. The doors cant be only voice-activated, or they couldnt open the door 
in a vacuum. What else is there? Heat, magnetism, light? They used heat, body 
heat, on the panel back in the room where we were kept prisoner. Heat wont work 
in deep space. Lets try light. Weve got the tool here. 

The Starmen went back over to the spacecraft. Joe set the laser for blue light and 
ran the beam over the surface of the ship. For several minutes he tried various colors 
and intensities. When he set the laser for yellow light, there was a change in 
the surface of the ship. 

Ah! said all three Starmen at once. The outline of a door appeared, with markings 
in several places. Joe experimented a little more, placing different intensities 
on the markings. In a moment he was rewarded. The door recessed a few inches 
into the ship, and slid aside with quiet efficiency. Joe immediately stepped through 
the portal. 

The furnishings of the alien spacecraft were similar to what the Starmen were 
familiar with, but the control panel was more challenging. Some controls were 
obvious, since they were necessary for any spacecraft; others were completely unfamiliar. 


After about an hour of looking around, Joe sighed, Gonna need more time, 
Zip. 


I know. Well just have to dedicate ourselves to it until we feel confident 
enough to take the ship into space. 

Im making some progress here, announced Mark. He was at a side panel near 
the navigation station. As he worked the keyboard, various schemata appeared in 
quick sequence. I cant read anything, but its obvious that these are engines. I 
cant recognize everything thats coming up, but most of it I can. See, here is a 
circuit diagram, and this part here can only be a reaction chamber. I think this ship 
might use cold fusion for power, but I cant know for sure until I can read this 
stuff, or see it in action. 

You figure it out, Mark, and Ill fly it, said Joe confidently. 

Well, this stuff is you boys specialty, said Zip. Ive got to think ahead to 
the next problem. Assuming we can get this rig to fly, and assuming we can open 
the airlock, weve still got to escape the pirates. I doubt this ship is one of the 
invisible ones, and theyll have us spotted and speared in less then three minutes if 
we just fly out of here, saying, Thanks for the hospitality, sorry we have to leave 
so soon. 

You can figure it out, Zip! Well get this grand machine ready! Joe was enjoying 
the challenge. It was hard to keep him down. 


After eight hours of work on the spacecraft and with dinner behind them, Joe 
said to Mark, Lets go back into the power plant and see if we cant find some 
way to sabotage the system so that the pirates cant find us when we take off. You 
can bring up some files on those huge screens. Maybe we can even find some way 
to close down their whole operation. 

Sounds good to me, said Mark, picking up a glass of water. He took a sip and 
swished his mouth with it, then swallowed. Best we can do without toothbrushes, 
I guess. 

If it were that easy, said Zip, our hosts would probably have shut down the 
pirates long before this. After all, its their plant and they know it better than anyone. 


Youve got to be right, Zip, but I dont like sitting around. Weve been in this 
room all day and Im ready for a break. I really do like that huge plant. Man! Imagine 
a room ten miles long! 

The three Starmen descended the metal stairs and exited into the enormous plant. 
A few yards away was one of the large computer terminals. Mark went over to it 
and activated it. 

I can recognize a few things, now that Ive been through so many of the files 
upstairs, he informed his partners. This, I think, is the lighting system. He 


pressed a button. There was a loud chunk sound and the plant lit up brightly. 

Ow! said the three Starmen and covered their eyes. They were not prepared for 
the sudden brightness. When they could tolerate the light, they looked above them. 
Without a word, Mark lay down on his back and just stared upward. Rank after 
rank of lights went up on the iron framework for nearly a mile. A ceiling the color 
of charcoal was barely visible, with what looked like rectangular viewports imbedded 
in it. 

Joe and Zip remained standing and looked to their left. The lights blazed for 
about half a mile. Beyond that point was darkness. 

It will take a lifetime to learn everything there is to know about this place, 
said Mark dreamily. 

I think well be back someday, replied Zip. What else can you do, Mark? 

Mark got up and turned the lights off. It took nearly a minute for their eyes to 
adjust to the dimness. While Mark looked through file after file, Joe and Zip wandered 
through some of the iron latticework. They climbed spiral staircases for a 
level or two before descending again, and examined the connections of tubes, pipes, 
and circuits. 

Ive got something! called out Mark. The others ran to him. He pointed at the 
screen. See, this is the main power generator. I can tell because of the coils over 


here and the way the circuits are connected. There are about eight of these; they 
must be spaced in a row a little over a mile apart. They can operate singly or in 
combination. But look! They dont just power the life-support systemsin fact, I 
havent found that part at all yet. But these are thrust systems! Do you know what 
that means? This asteroid is a spacecraft! Its made to travel! 

Cant be! said Joe, flabbergasted 

It is. Look. Mark flipped past a few more files, pointing out the connections 
and the diagrams of chambers, coils, and energy field generators. Im just barely 
getting a glance at this stuff, of course, and I dont understand it all, but I have no 
doubt about what Ive seen so far. 

Why dont you look for that life-support file and see if you can turn off the 
pirates energy or something? Joe suggested. 

No, Joe, said Zip. As I said before, if it were a good idea, our hosts would 
probably have done it already. I think that whatever theyre not doing, we shouldnt 
try to do. Remember, even St. George didnt want to fiddle with something he 
didnt understand. 

George is a real nice guy, Zip, said Joe, but I still think hes breathed a little 
too much vacuum for his own good. You have to experiment in life, sometimes. 

I want to learn more about this power system! This is amazing! rhapsodized 


Mark. If Im right, this button here will He pressed it. Almost at once a 
stream of paper began to feed out of a slot to the right of the terminal and fell 
down, sheet by sheet, into a gathering tray. Mark picked up the first sheet. 

Its printing out the diagrams of the thrust system. just like that. Youre right, 
Joethis place is great! 

On the northeast edge of the massive area on the surface of Mars called the Mare 
Hadriacum, stood a complex of domes and cylinders. Made of metal and glass, it 
stood on an open plain about 35 degrees south of the equator and 85 degrees east of 
the central meridian. The complex was one of five atmosphere-generating plants on 
Mars, and the only one in the southern hemisphere. In a small crater nearby was 
the settlement of New Emmaus, with a population of about 12,500. 

The long process of terraforming Mars had begun when a meteor shower struck 
the fourth planet in 2009, significantly raising the temperature of the atmosphere 
and altering the weather systems. With this jump start serendipitously provided by 
meteorites, Earth had hastened the process of making Mars livable by scattering the 
surface with spores and seeds, introducing desert-hardy animals, and establishing 
the five atmosphere-generating plants. Thanks to Earths efforts, the planets temperature 
had continued to rise. Eventually water had emerged from below ground 


and from the ice caps around the poles, and the air was gradually thickening. 

Terraformation had been taking place for almost 150 years, and it would be at 
least another two centuries before it would be possible to live anywhere on Mars 
without a spacesuit. The atmosphere-generating plants were critical to the process. 
The plants themselves were automated, with all systems operated and monitored by 
robots, and the major centers of population on Mars were located in craters not far 
from each plant. The complexes were on the open surface of the planet rather than 
in craters, but the air they created flowed first into the nearest depressions in the 
surface, and it was here that most settlements were located. 

The plant located in the southern hemisphere was the most remote, but had been 
filling the Mare Hadriacum, locally known as the Red Sea, for decades. This great 
depression was 2,500 miles in diameter. When much of the southern ice cap had 
melted, it filled the Red Sea with water up to about three-fourths capacity, making 
the region a delightful place for quiet living. 

In the early morning of August 15, 2151, the cloudless sky was a brilliant violet, 
and the sun was rising like a bowl of molten gold. Marshal and Averette 
North, a retired couple, had climbed to the top of the crater wall to enjoy the sunrise. 
Six miles away was the atmosphere plant, gleaming in the newly-risen sun. 

They were the only ones to see what happened next, but it happened so quickly 


that there was almost nothing to see. In the thin atmosphere, there was only a 
slight vapor trail and a short-lived but powerful whine; then with a dull, gut-
churning thud a ball of black and orange flame slammed obliquely into the desert 
floor within a quarter of a mile of the atmosphere plant. An enormous wave of 
pinkish-ochre sand rose up in front of the impact site like a great wall. The shock 
wave quickly blew the wall of sand upward and outward, so that it sparkled like 
luminous rain until the sand particles became too scattered to be seen. 

The shock wave struck the atmosphere plant and shoved it aside as if a giant, 
invisible hand were violently clearing a table of unwanted crockery. The crater wall 
where the Norths were standing rocked and heaved as if in an earthquake. The shock 
wave passed them, blowing their hair and rippling their clothing as if it were a 
pleasant breeze that died away as quickly as it had come. 

The elderly couple stood frozen in shock and watched the cloud of dust gradually 
fill the entire eastern sky. After several minutes, the dust was thin enough to reveal 
a horseshoe-shaped crater almost a mile across. On the southwestern edge of the 
crater, where it trailed off into the desert without a sharp boundary, was the place 
where the atmosphere plant had been. Now the plant was broken into many thousands 
of pieces and the wreckage was scattered for three or four miles in a wide fan 
across the sand. 


13: The Brink of Disaster 
THE ALIEN SPACECRAFT was beautifully designed and well equipped. The Starmen 
had spent more than two days exploring it fully and tracking its electronics systems. 
It was planned for a crew of twenty. The galley was not stocked, but Zip 
assigned some of St. Georges men to store their food in it. The storage area inside 
the ship included spacesuits for the entire crew. The suits were shaped slightly differently 
from what the Earthmen were used to. They squeezed a little in the chest 
and were somewhat baggy between abdomen and knee, especially for the shorter 
men, but they could be used. 

Joe and Mark were working to the point of exhaustion, trying to figure out the 
controls in the cockpit. Mark had to trace innumerable leads from the panel 
through the walls of the craft back to the wings, tail, and especially the propulsion 
compartment. The Starmen found the work exhilarating but time-consuming. Mark 
estimated at the end of the second day that he had figured out about 80% of the 


control panel, including all the major systems. Joe confirmed his reckoning and, 
without even igniting the power, was learning to pilot the alien craft. Both Star-
men kept Zip informed of their progress. 

It was still up to Zip to find a way to escape from the asteroid. Even if they 
could pilot the ship, it was certain that the pirates would locate them by radar 
within seconds of their departure and the chances of their escape would be practically 
nil. 

The atmosphere tanks supplied with the spacesuits were empty, so Zip had to 
fill them from large storage tanks of pure gases he found to one side of the hangar. 
Since Zip was unable to read any labels, he had to analyze the gas in each supply 
tank to determine which gases the tanks contained. Once he had succeeded in identifying 
nitrogen and oxygen, he was able to fill the tanks for the spacesuits with a 
mixture similar to that of air on Earth. This project was tedious and physically 
demanding, but St. Georges men assisted him with the heavy work. Since the 
gravity was so low, two men were easily able to move even the largest equipment 
needed for the work. By the end of the second day, all the tanks had been filled. 

That evening, Zip put on one of the spacesuits and practiced operating it and 
moving around inside the hangar. When he was satisfied that the mixture of air was 
breathable and that he could maneuver in the suit, he took off the helmet and 


walked over to where Joe and Mark were sprawled under the spacecraft with a panel 
open over their heads. The deep green of the highly reflective metal hull was marvelously 
soothing to the eye. For a moment, Zip paused and wondered about the 
race that had built the ships. Then he called out to the others. 

Joe, MarkIm going through the airlock to see whats out there. 

Joe skidded out from under the hinged panel. Are you sure thats wise, Zip? We 
dont know where the pirates are. 

Thats why Im going out. I have a plan for our escape, but I have to explore a 
little bit outside to see if itll work. 

Want some company? 

Thanks, I do, but Ill take George. You and Mark keep up the work. Zip went 
over to where George St. George was sitting at a table with several other miners. 

George, could you come with me? Id like to see whats outside. 

Sure, Zip, said the blond man, standing up. The asteroid miner suited up and 
the two men walked to the far end of the hangar. Zip was carrying a small iron 
plate. In front of them was a huge panel that could open to permit spacecraft to 
pass through the airlock, and on either side of it were sets of doors to allow men 
through. These doors entered a hallway that proceeded to the outside of the asteroid 
and allowed passage without the major airlocks having to be emptied. 


Ready? asked Zip through the suits intercom system. 

Sure. Lets go. Zip opened the door into the airlock and they passed through 
and closed the door behind them. Zip operated the controls that sucked the air out 
of the hallway. The two men walked about 50 yards to the far end of the passage 
and opened the door to the outside. They stepped out onto the surface of the asteroid. 


They looked around, but could see no evidence that there was an airlock adjacent 
to where they were standing! 

Camouflaged! said Zip. 

Whoever made this wondrous thing, commented George, apparently had a 
reason for wanting to be hidden. Lets make sure we can still get back in. Can you 
open the door we just came out of? 

No need to worry. Im not about to close a door behind me for good until I 
know I can open it again. He took the small iron plate and used it to jam the door 
open. From the inside, the door was transparent; from the outside, it looked like 
the surface of the iron asteroid. Its hinges were completely hidden. Now lets see 
whats out here. 

For the first time, the two men gazed outward. The Milky Way blazed above and 
to the right, its countless stars bright enough to cast slight shadows behind the 


two men. 

I never tire of seeing that view, said George. Ive missed it, just in the few 
days weve been inside. 

Yes, its inspiring, answered Zip, but he was already in motion, walking and 
scanning the ground on both sides of him. George followed. Their asteroid boots 
gripped the surface of the asteroid. 

What are you looking for, Zip? 

Evidence of the pirates. Ive got a plan for escaping them, but our exit point 
here cant be too close to their entrance. 

Weve walked a dozen miles through the asteroid from their headquartersthey 
cant be too close. 

Im sure youre right, but there may be other entrances. We found one, didnt 
we? 

Even if there were other entrances, theyre bound to be as invisible to the eye 
as the one we just came out of. 

Right again, Im sure, George, but I dont want to take any chances. Our escape 
depends on our being unseenat least for most of the time. Then I want to 
be seen. 

What do you mean, Zip? I  George suddenly stopped talking, almost as if 


his communicator had been turned off. Zip looked over. 

Whats wrong, George? Through his helmet, Georges eyes were opened wide 
and his mouth was agape. What is it? Zip repeated. 

We, we, were not in the Asteroid Belt, George stammered. Look, theres the 
Belt over there. He raised his hand and pointed. The slow rotation of the asteroid 
that gave it its slight gravity had brought the Belt into view over the horizon. Motionless 
on the asteroids surface, Zip and George were slowly moving into the 
dawn. A pale sun far away was coming into view, and a golden line of light began 
to grow over the 45-mile-long chunk of almost pure iron. The spacesuits faceplates 
automatically darkened slightly. The sunlight came through a scattering of 
asteroids orbiting at least a thousand miles away. 

Hes moved the asteroid. He knows more about it than I gave him credit for, 
Zip said grimly. My plan will still work, but the situation has changed. Now we 
have to hurry. Lets go back. 

Back inside the hangar, Zip called a meeting of the fourteen men and explained 
his plan for escape. 

Sounds good, Zip, affirmed Mark, and Joe agreed. 

What about food and water? asked one of the miners. 

Whats left? responded Zip. How many days can we go if we ration even 


more strictly? 

About five until the food runs out, and theres about a gallon of water for each 
man left. 

We can do it. No choice anyway. Lets get some sleep and start things rolling 
first thing tomorrow. 

Immediately after they awoke, the Starmen put Zips plan into action. Joe 
opened another of the alien spacecraft. The Starmen had taken a quick look at the 
other ships in the hangar and found them to be identical. Quickly they made the 
ship look as if it had been abandoned in panic. When they were finished, two men 
carried a small tank of oxygen into the storage area. Joe then piloted the ship 
through the airlock to a point where it hovered just above the asteroid. Zip, Mark, 
and two miners stood outside on the ground. An explosion rocked the ship, and a 
panel was blown out from the wall of the storage area. Joe had detonated the oxygen 
tank to make it look as if some cargo had ignited and destroyed the ship. 

Joe emerged from the main door and jumped to the ground. He had been tethered 
and the others pulled him in. They went back through the airlock and shut the 
door. They were still able to watch what happened through the immense window, 
transparent on their side. The ship began to drift away from the asteroid on a pre



arranged course Joe had set. 

The pirates should be seeing that on their radar in a few minutes, said Zip. I 
figure the ship has to be at least a quarter mile from the surface for it to register on 
their screens. 

But it was nearly ten minutes later that three pirate ships appeared. The pirates 
could easily see the ripped panel on the ship and took only a few precautions on 
approaching the derelict. Zip turned to a reception only channel on the communicator 
his suit provided. 

Its not an Earth ship, sir, said a voice, and its empty. Completely derelict. 
Must have been clamped to the surface of the asteroid and got shaken off when you 
moved it out of the Belt. 

Go inside! Make sure theres no one in it! It was the commanding voice of 
Lurton Zimbardo. Look for any sign that the Starmen had something to do with 
it! 

Yes sir! The orders were given and six men left one of the pirate ships and 
went through the open door of the alien craft. It took less than a minute to get a 
report. 

Nothing here, sir, said one of the spacesuited men to his officer. The cargo 
area has been completely destroyed in an explosion, and the wall has been blown 


open into empty space. There are no suits, no signs of any habitation. 

Its an old wreck, sir, and so damaged that it cant be used, reported the pirate 
officer to headquarters. 

Probably left by the beings who built the asteroid, said Zimbardo. Come on 
back to work. Id like to take a look at it, but we dont have the men or time right 
now. Other matters are pressing. 

Yes sir. The communication terminated. The pirate ship took back its six 
crew members and the three ships cruised over the horizon. 

Part one, the least risky part, successful, said Zip. Lets get going on part 
two, right now. Joe? 

Ready Zip, the lanky Starman responded. He stepped through the airlock and 
leaped off the iron surface of the asteroid toward the derelict. Powered by small jets 
of oxygen he sped to the ship and disappeared through the open door. 

Everyone else get busy, called Zip. They ran back through the airlock to the 
hangar. The others were already aboard their escape craft. Zip piloted it through the 
airlock and kept the ship close to the surface of the asteroid. The airlock closed 
behind them. In the meantime Joe had caused the damaged ship to drift back down 
toward the asteroid out of radar range. He and Zip brought the two ships together 
and made a link. Joe left the broken ship and joined the others. 


Ready, Zip he announced, once he was aboard. Zip put the slightest possible 
power into the escape ship, then turned the power off. Both ships began to drift 
away from the asteroid, so slowly as to be almost unnoticeable. Zip was hoping 
that when the pirates saw the blip on their radar, they would conclude it was the 
derelict and pay no attention. He was ready to drift for as long as it took to escape 
the notice of the pirates before turning on the power and setting a course for freedom. 
But now that the asteroid was not in the Belt any longer, he knew that they 
would have to drift for much longer than he had anticipated. 

They were free. But the tension was thick. It would not dissipate for a long 
time. 

Forty-two hours later, Marshal and Averette North witnessed the impact of an 
asteroid that turned their atmosphere plant into rubble. Within an hour of the impact, 
Lurton Zimbardo opened a channel that allowed him to speak through nearly 
every communication system on Mars. Gene had previously discovered a method 
for entering and using all communication bands on Mars except those that were 
most closely guarded. He had surreptitiously placed automatic signal points into 
the Martian system without activating them until this moment. Now that the 
moment had arrived, the voice of the pirate leader was heard throughout Mars. 


This is Lurton Zimbardo. The atmosphere plant at New Emmaus has just been 
destroyed by an asteroid impact. You were not able to detect the asteroid by radar. It 
struck without warning. This is to prove that I am able to render asteroids invisible 
and send them wherever I wish. You cannot see them and you cannot stop them. 
Within a day the four remaining atmosphere plants on Mars will be similarly destroyed. 
This will convince you that I have more power than you can imagine, and 
that you are helpless to oppose me. After the last asteroid has struck your planet, I 
will announce my demands. 

Lurton Zimbardo shut off the microphone in the control center of the asteroid. A 
crowd of at least forty men jammed the center where Zimbardo sat at the console. 
The rest of the pirates were standing in the factory or at their assigned work places 
in the facility. All had heard the broadcast. A feeling of immense power and invulnerability 
surged through them. A few men began to cheer, and within seconds the 
enthusiasm had infected the rest of the pirates and the cheer became a roar. It rang 
throughout the control center and along the corridors, and filled the factory. Zimbardos 
smile was wide. He looked down almost modestly, as if he were reluctant 
to accept the mens accolades. 

When the cheers had died down at last, Zimbardo said simply but so that all 
could hear, And now for the last step in the plan. The room was quiet. He took 


out a set of notes from his pocket. The paper was marked with scrawls, lines, and 
columns of figures. His eyes flicked rapidly from the notes to the controls. His 
fingers began to fly over the keyboard. He punched in coordinates and set the power 
grid. He marked the timing of various operations. 

Gene, Zimbardos closest associate, was watching. Gradually his smile narrowed. 
His eyebrows creased. Then his eyes widened and his face drained. 

Sir! he exclaimed in a quiet voice. Those are the coordinates of Earth! If you 
use those, youll take this whole asteroid directly to Earth! 

Exactly, nodded Zimbardo. In about 32 days, as I figure it. He was smiling 
widely again as he pressed Enter and activated the asteroids propulsion system. 


14: The Shield of St. George 
THE CONVERSATION was very quiet, but the microphone picked it up. The words 
that passed between Lurton Zimbardo and Gene were heard by every pirate on the 
asteroid. There was complete silence. The pirates enthusiasm and their complete 
trust in Zimbardos leadership was instantly badly damaged. Though no one spoke, 
many of the men began to doubt their leaders sanity, and became afraid. 

But sir, pleaded Gene. This asteroid is the key to our success, and were all 
its passengers. If you program it to collide with Earth, I words failed him. 

Zimbardo smiled indulgently. Gene, he soothed, as if explaining something 
obvious to a confused child, Im not going to cause us to smash into the Earth. 
We want to control Earth, not destroy it, and how better to do it than from a close 
orbit around the planet in this magnificent flying base? Im taking us to Earth, and 
there will be plenty of time to adjust our course once we get close. We will accelerate 
until about midway there, then decelerate until we achieve orbital speed. 


I will, however, inform Earth that I have sent an asteroid more than forty miles 
long on a collision coursean asteroid they cant see and cant stop! They will 
meet any demands I make! They will definitely meet any demands I make, after we 
destroy the five atmosphere generators on Mars with pinpoint accuracy. Relax 
now. In a month or so, we will be the undisputed masters of the third planetand 
all without leaving home! He laughed. 

Gene grinned and also laughed, but while Zimbardos laugh was deep and genuine, 
Genes was a little forced. He was relieved, but his trust in Zimbardos leadership 
had suffered a severe setback. He would be on his guard from here on. He 
looked up and caught the eye of Mr. Lather. His face was hard and unsmiling; it 
was difficult to tell what he was thinking. Gene turned and looked at Gebbeth. His 
expression was marked with merciless determination. He, at least, appeared convinced 
and prepared to follow Zimbardo all the way. But Gene was no fool; he 
looked around and surmised that the majority of those in the room were harboring 
secret reservations. 

Gene didnt blame them. He felt the same way. He would stay with Zimbardo 
for the time being, but he would keep a careful eye on the situation and look for a 
way to ensure his personal safety if it appeared that the pirate leader had lost touch 
with reality. The pirates were looking for power and prestige, not a suicide mis



sion. 

For almost two days the Starmen and the miners had been drifting in space, not 
using power of any kind, afraid that even using lights might draw the attention of 
the vigilant pirates on the asteroid. The distance between the ship and the massive 
iron asteroid with its fascinating interior was increasing incrementally, but not 
quickly enough to please Zip. He chafed with impatience. 

Marks first duty once the fourteen men were aboard ship was to discover their 
location. Since the escapees were using no power at all, Mark could employ only 
observation and mathematics to get his estimate. He guessed that they were 1,023 
miles from the nearest edge of the Asteroid Belt and drifting roughly parallel to it. 

The Starmens plan was to head for the nearest SE facility. If Marks estimate of 
their position was correct, the facility closest to them was an unmanned Starlight 
Enterprise station on O344, a medium-sized asteroid coming their direction. As 
soon as it was safe to use power Joe would pilot the alien ship to the station. 

Well be okay in a few hours, Zip, said Joe. You got us out of the asteroid 
with food and a ship. We all thought that would be impossible. We ought to be 
able to turn on the energy and get blasting out of here before too long. 

I know, responded Zip, with his characteristic furrowed brow. Were caught 


between taking a chance on being recaptured by the pirates and depleting the food. 
Well run out of supplies in a couple of days. 

I knowand the closest base is roughly four days away, depending on how 
speedy this beauty proves to be. But well make it. Joe went off to visit with 
Mark, who was gazing out of the window at the immense spread of the Milky 
Way. 

George St. George came up to Zip, who was sitting alone at a table, doing 
nothing but staring down at his hands. He sat down opposite him; when Zip 
looked up, the miner smiled. 

Youve brought us back into the heavens, young Mr. Starman, he said, so 
youve got no reason to be covered with gloom. You wont get us to safety now 
any faster by worrying. 

Zip pursed his lips and looked into St. Georges eyes. The man seems to be 
protected by a shield of innocence all around him, he thought. His base was destroyed, 
he and his men were captured and taken into a massive iron asteroid by the 
Solar Systems greatest enemy, and now hes floating in the void with only two 
days food left, and hes still calm and trying to encourage me the way he encourages 
his men. Who is the real leader of these men? I make the decisions, but he 
strengthens their hearts. He even strengthens my heart. 


St. George smiled. Almost as if he could read Zips mind, he added, Each of us 
has a gift according to the grace given us, which we are to use to benefit others. If 
it werent for you, wed still be locked up inside that roomor worseunder the 
control of Lurton Zimbardo. I have my gift, and you have yours, and we both employ 
our gifts well. We havent come this far to fail now. Our success doesnt depend 
solely on you, you know. Relax and just do your part. Theres still a lot to 
do, but the outcome isnt in doubt. 

Zip smiled, and before he could say anything St. George had risen and strolled to 
the window where Joe and Mark stood. 

All at once, Mark pointed and cried out, Hey, look at that! Do you see what I 
see? Several men came to the window and peered out. Zip Foster joined them. Joe 
answered. 

Yes! the asteroids moving! 

The dark bulk of the pirates asteroid, which had loomed so close to them for 
two days, was gradually but visibly moving away. Its silhouette had been blocking 
half their view of the Asteroid Belt and the gleaming array of stars behind it, but 
now, even as they watched, its profile diminished and stars were winking into view 
around its edge. 

Theyre heading out somewheremoving that entire asteroid! I wonder whats 


going on? asked Mark. 

Well be able to power up before too long, now! Well be on our way ourselves, 
announced Zip, animatedly. Soon we can get in touch with Starlight. Its 
been over a week since weve been in contact. Weve got a lot to tell them. The 
shadow that had lain over Zip for two days had been lifted. How long until we can 
turn on the power, Mark? When will we be out of the pirates radar range? 

Less than an hour, Id say. 

Zip raised his voice so everyone could hear. We get under way in an hour, 
men! 

It was sooner than that. In 26 minutes, the asteroid was no longer visible to the 
eye. Zip waited a full 45 minutes then turned on the ships power at its lowest 
setting. Using the radar, he scanned the quadrant where the asteroid had last been 
seen and turned up no object of significance. He hadnt expected to. 

That doesnt mean they cant see us, he mused to Mark and Joe. That asteroid 
is probably sheathed just like their ships. But I think were safe nowsafe 
enough, anyway, to get moving. 

Right. Lets go, said Joe. Ill jettison the derelict and power up! Ive been 
looking forward to this moment! 

Zip ran the power switch up to maximum and commanded everyone to prepare 


for acceleration. Joe ignited the propulsion system. With the lanky Starman at the 
controls the alien ship began its journey toward the Asteroid Belt. As the ship began 
to cruise easily, Zip began to think of communicating with Starlight Enterprise. 


Mark, contact SE right away. Fill them in on our recent adventures and see if, 
by any chance, theres a ship closer to us than the base on O344. 

George St. George spoke up. What if the pirates overhear your transmission, 
Zip? Wont they know weve escaped and be able to locate us? 

I think its worth the risk, George. They probably think were still inside the 
asteroid and wont be looking for us out here. Even if they do overhear the transmission, 
I doubt theyd send some ships after us. The distance between us is growing 
rapidly, and if we have to weve got plenty of time to hide in the Belt. Im 
worried about our dwindling supplies; we need some relief soon, and SE needs our 
information as soon as we can get it to them. Go ahead, Mark. 

Im on it, said Mark. 

Provide them with a concise but complete report, Zip went on. Tell them 
about the destruction of Z25, describe the asteroid with an estimate of the number 
of pirates and their ships, and especially the asteroids location. Dont worry about 
details of our escape, other than to say that we are in an alien spacecraft and head



ing for O344 with a minimum of supplies. Ask Sim Sala Bim to send someone to 
O344 with the Star Ranger and another ship to take St. George and his men back 
to Ceres or wherever they want to go. 

Got it, said Mark and began to prepare his report. In less than five minutes he 
had sent it, but due to the interplanetary distance he didnt expect a response for 
nearly half an hour. 

Sure wish we had that realtime transmission equipment on board, mused Zip 
out loud, thinking about how his encounter with the pirates had begun with the 
experiment in the control tower in Eagle City. But I guess itll be a few years 
before the miniaturization is worked out so that spaceships can carry it. 

Well get to the base a little faster than we thought, Zip, said Joe. This ship 
is cruising very efficiently. We can learn a lot from it, in time. The sleek, forest 
green cruiser sped through the vacuum, rapidly approaching the edge of the Asteroid 
Belt. 

Six hours and 23 minutes after the destruction of the atmosphere-generating 
plant on the edge of the Red Sea on Mars, a small iron asteroid struck the plant 
located just south of the Oxia Palus on an open plain about five degrees north of 
the equator and fifteen degrees west of the central meridian. It was a few minutes 


past 4:00 a.m. local time. Six miles away was the settlement of Westcott. 

Most of the local populace had not heard Lurton Zimbardos radiocast, since it 
had come in just before midnight. The second asteroid followed a near-vertical 
course and slammed with tremendous force into the ground a half mile from the 
atmosphere-generating plant. The sun rose onto a land choked with dust. When the 
dust settled back to the surface about midday, the people of Westcott saw only a 
crater a mile and a half wide. There was no sign that any human artifice had ever 
existed on the spot. 

Almost sixteen hours later, on an overcast afternoon in the empty northwest, 
the third asteroid struck. Its target was the atmosphere plant located 51 degrees 
north of the equator and 141 degrees west of the central meridiansouthwest of a 
small crater which was the home of a town called Morris. It was centrally located 
for miners, prospectors, farmers, arborists, and mobile scientists, who lived near or 
roamed throughout the locale. 

By this time Zimbardos message was known all over the planet and the utter 
destruction of the first two atmosphere generators had shown that his threat was to 
be taken seriously. Morris had been abandoned, and its 25,000 residents were in 
panicky flight to the northeast, opposite the plant. Few people saw the asteroid 
make a direct hit on the two billion solar complex. 


Seven hours and 12 minutes later, the fourth asteroid demolished the atmosphere 
plant located nine degrees south of the equator and 167 degrees east of the central 
meridian. It was evening, and the resulting cloud of dust created a sunset of spectacular 
beauty, with colors rippling through the drifting sand like fire seen through 
a translucent curtain. 

The final impact occurred in the early darkness hours. The atmosphere plant 
located northeast of Eagle Crater at 26 degrees north of the equator and 85 degrees 
east of the central meridian was instantly turned into rubble. 

In a thirty-two-hour period, Mars had been scarred by five new craters, each one 
a mile to a mile and a half across. More than ten billion solars in damage had been 
done. Atmosphere generation on the red planet could not be restored for at least five 
or six years. 

Much more satisfying to Lurton Zimbardo was the fact that the entire population 
of Mars was held inescapably captive by an hysteria of fear. No one doubted 
that Zimbardo had spoken his threat accurately. The five asteroids had arrived unseen 
until the last few seconds and had pulverized their targets with accuracy of less 
than half a mile of error. The fearful populace of Mars awaited the promised communication 
from the pirate leader, in which he would reveal his demands. 


15: A Microwave Net 
SPACE COMMAND and Starlight Enterprise were filled with intense activity. The 
previous day had been a roller-coaster ride of messages from Mars and the Asteroid 
Belt. First came the dismal news of the destruction of the Martian atmosphere-
generating plants, one after the other. Then just before the tidings that the plant 
near Eagle City had been demolished, the message from the missing Starmen had 
come into Starlight Enterprise. The euphoria with which that word had been received 
was quickly dampened by the ultimatum Lurton Zimbardo had issued. 

In words similar to those Troy Putnam had used weeks earlier, Zimbardo demanded 
control of Earths wealth and resources, with specific demands for access to 
Earths coded defense mechanisms, authority over major ports of travel, and power 
over the major decision-making processes and information systems. He closed his 
threat with the chilling announcement that he had already directed a sheathed asteroid 
more than forty miles long into a collision course with Earth. When his de



mands had been met and verified, he would then turn the asteroid aside. 

Immediately after receiving the message, the President called a meeting in one of 
his maximum-security offices on Earth. Joining him at the table were some of his 
senior advisors as well as Richard Starlight, his chief assistant John Rwakatare, 
and other representatives of SE. Robert Nolan with his chief assistant Beowulf 
Denn and other representatives of Nolan Mining Enterprise filled out the gathering. 

Although he has demanded control of Earths systems of communication, exchange, 
and security, I believe, ladies and gentlemen, that Zimbardos real object is 
not clear. The President was drawing conclusions after a brief introduction of the 
facts. It is impossible for one man simply to become dictator of the entire planet, 
no matter who he is or what engines of destruction he can call upon. I suspect that 
his aim is other than he has announced, and I am determined not to provide the 
access codes to our most sensitive systems. 

There was a slight rustle of movement around the table. Whatever course of action 
was to be decided at this meeting, calling Zimbardos bluff had not been considered 
by many to be a viable option. The President continued. 

His ruination of the atmosphere plants on Mars proves that he is able to direct 
asteroids to targets with high accuracy, and that we are unable to detect them. Although 
the loss of the plants is a severe blow, it is not crippling. They can be 


rebuilt in a few years. At worst, the process of terraformation will be delayed for 
that long. Replacement will cost about ten billion solarsobviously a huge 
amount of money, but an amount that Mars can afford. The plants were over a 
century old however, and in the long run replacing the plants will be more effective 
and probably achieve the goal of terraformation faster than if we had continued to 
use the plants that were destroyed. Frankly, there were plans already in the works 
for modernizing the plants. 

No, the real damage has been psychological: the people of Earth and Mars are 
terrified. This, undoubtedly, was Zimbardos major goal in destroying the plants, 
and he has achieved it completely and thoroughly. His demands to us are clear, but 
it is difficult for us to perceive what he would achieve, even if we capitulated
which we do not intend to do. 

Robert Nolan could not contain himself any further, and lurched backward as if 
he had been struck. You dont intend to cooperate with him? he almost 
screeched. But hell destroy the entire planet if we dont! There is no way we can 
detect an asteroid hes made invisible to radar! 

Dr. Nolan, responded the President, we believe that we have a method which 
will allow us to locate the asteroid that Zimbardo has directed toward Earth. We 
have a very good chance of locating it and destroying it. 


A chance? Mr. President, youre gambling with the very existence of life on 
Earth! If an asteroid forty miles long strikes Earth, it will not only cause the extinction 
of every life form on the planet, there is every likelihood that it will crack 
the Earths crust! There will be no escape! No escape!! Dont you see that we 
have to cooperate with Zimbardo? It will be easier to meet his challenge once he 
has turned away the asteroid! 

The President responded in gentle tones. You have not yet heard our plan, Bob. 
Believe me, I can sympathize with your quandary, but I am simply not going to 
deal with any evil force as if it had a right to negotiate. It doesnt. This has been 
the principle behind the decisions we have made in order to meet the threat of the 
pirates from the first day. 

Principle? Nolan was almost shouting now. For your principle youre 
willing to risk the destruction of all life on Earth? Thats the evil were facing 
here! 

Bobplease listen to what Dr. Hoshino has to tell us. There is a plan. Dr. 
Hoshino? 

Robert Nolan leaned forward, placed his elbows on the table, and cradled his head 
in his hands. He was trembling. Richard Starlight looked over at his friend and 
colleague and felt very badly for him. He knew that Robert was under a tremendous 


strain. Richard agreed that the fate of the Earth was at stake and would probably be 
decided at this meeting. He was tremendously anxious himself, but he was eager to 
hear what Dr. Hoshino had to say. 

Dr. Stephen Hoshino was a brilliant astrophysicist whom the President had 
commanded to work on a plan to counteract Zimbardos chief weaponthe radar 
bender. He was a slight man of Japanese ancestry who, in spite of his compactness, 
exuded power. Even his smallest movements were made with precision. Although 
he was only in his middle thirties, from his late teens he had been granted 
virtual carte blanche in his research. Even at that young age, his genius had become 
known throughout the inhabited Solar System. His voice was calm and mellifluous. 


Thank you, Mr. President. My team and I have been working around the clock 
for eight days to develop a system for detecting an object which is invisible to 
radar. We have succeeded. The theory was not difficult to develop, but the method 
provided somewhat of a challenge. We have now designed a technique for locating a 
body as small as, very roughly, two-thirds the size of the average spacecraft, by 
detecting its gravitational field. 

As he spoke, many of those listening to him felt the level of their anxiety diminishing 
slightly. Robert Nolan lifted his head. Though his expression was 


drawn, he was paying attention. 

We must manufacture millions of tiny probes and release these into space in a 
systematic fashion over many millions of cubic miles. Their design is quite simple. 
The laboratories and manufacturing centers of organizations like Starlight Enterprise, 
Nolan Mining Enterprise, and other companies can create these probes in 
vast quantities very quickly, using robotic techniques. Each probe will have gravity 
instrumentation. Using the microwaves naturally occurring in space, they will be 
connected by a vast neural network and thus act as a single instrument, with all 
data being fed back to various information centers. 

With the data from these probes we should be able to detect any massive objects 
in places where they shouldnt be. Certainly a large asteroid cannot be hidden. 
The very size of the asteroid with which Zimbardo threatens our planet will work 
in our favor, since detecting such a large object can be achieved easier and sooner 
than if he sent, for example, a number of small asteroids such as those that struck 
Mars. 

Where will the probes be deployed, Dr. Hoshino? asked Richard. Our time is 
short, very short indeed, if we have to manufacture, launch, and deploy the probes 
in time to locate and then destroy the asteroid. Even if we produce millions of 
probes, as you have said, we have millions of cubic miles of space to search 


through. In the time available, even trillions of the little probes cant help much. 
Theoretically, the asteroid can be anywhere. There are asteroids inside the orbit of 
Mercury and outside the orbit of Jupiter. But I suspect that you already have an idea 
where we are to search. 

The President answered. When Zimbardo sent his first message to Mars, evidence 
of his tampering with the Martian communication system was discovered. 
This allowed us to trace how his tampering was done and therefore where the signal 
came fromat least in a general direction. After he sent his second message, the 
one to Earth yesterday evening, the signal was traced again. We have learned that 
his base is moving toward Earth and we have an idea of the speed his base is moving 
and its direction. The information the Starmen provided confirms what we had 
learned through our investigations. 

Of course, our figures are somewhat imprecise, and we still have a lot of 
searching to do, but we have an excellent chance of locating him. It is highly logical 
that the asteroid he harnessed is from a place in the Belt close to his own asteroid. 
From what the Starmen reported, he just didnt have time to locate an asteroid 
as large as he claims to have launched toward Earth from any place too distant from 
his own base. The probes will therefore be cast in a net in the space between Earth 
and the area of the Asteroid Belt in which the pirates asteroid was found. 


Richard Starlight, Robert Nolan, and others had a number of technical questions 
for Dr. Hoshino regarding the manufacture and deployment of the probes and the 
time schedule necessary to achieve their goal. At the end of the discussion it was 
agreed that the two companies, with others, would begin to manufacture the probes 
according to Stephen Hoshinos design. Launch was planned for five days later, 
with deployment six to seven days after that. 

O344 coming up on the screen, Zip, announced Mark. 

Not a moment too soon! shouted Joe. Food at last! 

It had been a week since the fourteen men aboard the alien spaceship had left the 
pirates asteroid. They had been traveling under power for four days. Although they 
had been very sparing in their consumption of the food, they had run out two days 
earlier. A few ounces of water per person remained in the containers; it had been 
carefully measured and rationed to last the entire journey to O344. Everyone was 
thirsty but no one was in danger of becoming dehydrated. All, however, suffered 
from the pangs of hunger. Mark had a headache that blurred his vision and made his 
responses slow. 

If its on the screen, we ought to touch down in a few minutes, said Zip. He 
was moving slowly and often sat down with his eyes closed. Of the three Starmen, 


Joe seemed to be the least affected by the two days lack of food. The miners were 
lying down on their bunks. Other than Joe, only George St. George had exhibited 
much energy in the previous two days, coming forward to the flight deck every few 
hours to chat with the Starmen. 

Zip asked George to prepare his men for touchdown. Deceleration had been gradual, 
so there was no need for the men to strap into the acceleration couches. However, 
they would need to be in spacesuits in order to leave the ship and enter the SE 
facility. 

An asteroid about ten miles across loomed up on the screen. Joe circled it 
slowly. 

There it is, he said as a landing pad came into view. A small dome next to the 
pad was barely visible, since the landscape that had been artificially shaped was on 
the dark side of the asteroid, away from the sun. The site on O344 was one of dozens 
of such places marked on the navigational maps. They were unmanned stations 
stocked with supplies and maintained for explorers, scientists, and others in the 
employ of Starlight Enterprise. They contained large quantities of food, water, and 
other basic necessities, and provided rustic living facilities. 

It didnt take Joe long to land the ship on the surface of the small asteroid. It 
settled down gently just a few yards from the dome. 


Ill need someone to go into the supply cache and get some bolts, Zip. This 
ship doesnt have any to keep it fixed to the asteroidor if it does, I havent found 
the controls for them. Ill have to stay aboard until the ship is secure. 

Okay, Joe, Zip responded. Great flying. You pilot this ship as if you were 
trained in it. 

Thats my job, said Joe. Dont take too long, though. Im hungry! 

The men went through the ships airlock, made the brief walk across the surface 
of the asteroid, and entered the dome. The dome contained a small airlock leading to 
a ladder that descended about 15 feet into the asteroid. Zip asked two of St. 
Georges men to locate bolts and go back up to clamp their ship to the surface. 
Within minutes the alien ship was fastened down tightly and all fourteen men were 
inside the supply station. 

Food! Toothbrushes! Showers! Clean clothes! shouted various voices as the 
men scattered to look over the spartan facility. 

Food! shouted Joe, and headed for the pantry where George St. George was already 
standing. 

Relax, Starman! said St. George, placing his hand on Joes chest. You three 
men have worked without rest to get us here. Just sit down. Let us show our gratitude 
by fixing up the best meal this larder can make possible. 


The three Starmen were only too ready to comply. They allowed their tired bodies 
to sink slowly into the rest sofas, the minimal gravity nestling them gently 
into the concave surface. The miners who were not assisting in the preparation of 
the meal lay down on bunks in the sleeping quarters. 

I dont know if I need sleep or food more, said Mark. He had been at the navigation 
and communications stations almost without respite for all of his waking 
hoursand he had slept little. Zip had relieved Joe at the helm some of the time, 
but the trip had not been an easy one. They had made the journey as quickly as 
they could in an unfamiliar ship, having to keep watch at all times against a surprise 
attack from any pirate ships. Their communications with SE had been limited 
only to those most urgent, to minimize their exposure to any possible enemies. 

SE had made an immediate and joyful response to the Starmens initial communication. 
That had been followed within an hour by a report to inform them of 
Lurton Zimbardos ultimatum about a large asteroid on a collision course with 
Earth. The latter message had draped the men in a somber mood. SE had also assured 
them that a rescue mission was under way from Ceres, and several ships, 
including their own Star Ranger, were due in nineteen hours. The Starmen and the 
miners planned to put that time to good use by resting. 

Under St. Georges direction, three of the miners put together a feast of canned 


goods. St. George made a blend of canned meat, potatoes, and vegetable soups, and 
warmed it to create a hot stew that was more than passable. Dried biscuits, rehydrated 
and quick-baked, were added to the feast. A huge pot of strong, brewed coffee 
soon added to the savory smells coming from the kitchen. 

Its ready! called out Sabbath George. He and the others brought huge serving 
bowls to a large table that was situated in the middle of the room, adjacent to the 
kitchen. Places had been previously set. 

Tired as the men were, it took them only seconds to assemble at the table. 
George said a few words of thanks and passed the first bowl to his right where Joe 
was seated. Joe grasped the large serving spoon. The bowl was steaming with the 
mixture and wisps rose lazily from the ladle as it made several trips from serving 
bowl to Joes plate. After he had dished out at least two pounds of stew, he shoved 
the bowl on to the man at his right and took two biscuits from the central supply. 

Only two biscuits, Joe? prodded Mark. Has hunger made you too weak to 
eat? 

Ill show you whether Im too weak to eat. Watch this! He shoveled a heaping 
spoonful of stew into his mouth. His chin lifted a notch, his eyes closed, and a 
satisfied moan escaped his closed lips. He slowly lowered the spoon to the table 
and lifted both hands as if he were about to embrace someone. 


Taste good? asked Zip, reaching for the aromatic bowl as it came his way. 

Joe chewed and swallowed. Someone back at the Academy told me once that 
there was no such thing as a dumb question. He was wrong. That was one. Joe 
turned to George. George, this is delicious! Ive never tasted anything better! 

George glanced over at the food cans that had been in storage for several years. 
A hungry man will enjoy anything. A very hungry man will consider even 
canned goods to be ambrosia. But by that time the serving bowl had gotten around 
to George, and he stopped to fill his own plate. 


16: A Dark Spirit 
TO STARMAN David Foster, it was a soft, rainy morning. He had just awakened 
after a night on the SE supply asteroid O344, and the only sound was the faint 
hum of the operating system. He wrapped himself a little more snugly into his 
blanket and kept his eyes shut. His imagination easily turned the murmur into the 
soft sound of rain sifting through the leaves of the tree outside his bedroom window 
on his uncles farm in West Virginia. With slightly more effort he could 
imagine a drizzle drumming lightly on the wooden shingles above and drifting out 
onto the empty fields in the early autumn days shortly after harvest. 

His Uncle Francis and Aunt Clare were dear to David. Although he had been 
raised on the Moon, close to his fathers work, he had been born in Clarks Bridge 
Crossing, the village near their farm. From the time he was old enough to show 
any notice of the world around him, David had loved the stars. Even now, he loved 
interplanetary travel, exploration, and adventure better than anything, but in his 


heart was an emotionally-intense place where he kept his memories of the West 
Virginia farm where he had spent so much of his childhood. 

The small towns and family-owned farms had become indispensable to the rebuilding 
of America after the Collapse. In the United States the nuclear devastation 
of those horrifying years had been severe. Most major cities had been destroyed, 
but much of the outlying and rural areas had survived. In the latter half of the 21st 
century new leadership arose from these areas, and the American spirit, which for a 
hundred years had gradually been eclipsed by special-interest groups, lobbyists, 
fringe organizations, and major corrupt economic interests, was largely purified. 
The old values became popular again, if not always followed. A generation of 
leaders arose with an appeal similar to that enjoyed by the log cabin presidents. 
A candidate who claimed to have basic values and homespun philosophy was guaranteed 
to win support from the remaining American population. 

With his eyes still closed, David smiled. He tried to imagine the aroma of his 
Aunt Clares freshly-ground coffee coming from the kitchen, mingled with the 
smell of hot-off-the-griddle blueberry pancakes. The drizzle was stopping, and the 
dawnlight of the newly-risen sun was sending sparkles through the light rainy haze 
that shrouded the fields and crowning the eastern fields with the arc of a rainbow. 
The haze would soon burn off, leaving the dark earth sodden and leaves dripping. 


He smiled even wider. He could hear his aunts voice now 

Come and get it, Starmen! pealed the voice of George St. George. Got some 
more of that engine-oil coffee steaming away, and I managed to whip together 
some biscuits from some powdered stuff I found! 

Zips eyes shot open and took in the neutral walls of the cubicle where he, 
Mark, and Joe had slept. The faint hum of O344s system was drowned out now 
with the rustle of human movement as the asteroid miners gathered around the table. 


Theres some sort of orangy liquid I mixed up from some other powder, too! 
Probably has some good vitamins in it! 

In minutes the Starmen and miners were tucking in to the best that George St. 
George could do with the supplies at hand. 

After breakfast, the Starmen sat in the lounge. Mark was poring over the printout 
that he had taken from the power plant on the pirates asteroid. He had a digital 
copy of much of the layout of the asteroid, and information on the power plants, 
propulsion structures, and sheathing equipment. The papers were filled with charts, 
maps, and diagrams; a few sections were written in an unintelligible, alien language. 
He couldnt even tell which symbols were letters and which were numbers. 

I hope they didnt use a pictorial alphabet like Chinese, said Joe, looking over 


Marks shoulder. 

No, the big Starman answered. There are plenty of recurring symbols, so I 
assume its a language like our own, with letters and words. Somebody will be 
able to decipher this without too much difficulty. Its far beyond my skill, 
though. He rubbed his chin. But I can recognize a lot of the machinery. 

Zip was sitting nearby. He hadnt spoken much during breakfast. The images of 
the farm pulled at him again. Mark, Joe, he began. He hesitated a moment while 
they turned to him. They could see he was puzzling through something, and waited 
patiently for him to continue. SE says that Zimbardo has targeted Earth with an 
asteroid over forty miles long. Whatll that do to home? 

Mark was suddenly deeply saddened. Zip always referred to the Moon as home. 
He spoke softly. 

One of my professors at Starlight University talked about a study conducted in 
the early 21st century. Back then, scientists started becoming concerned about asteroid 
impacts, and they built a complex computer model to see what would happen if 
a large asteroid struck Earth. 

What did they find? whispered Joe.

 Well, the model found that, depending on the angle of entry, the impact can 
produce a massive corridor of incineration ahead of the impact site. In that area, 


just about all life ends in minutes. But the model predicted other changes that de


stroyed nearly all life on Earth within a few years. 

Like what? Zips voice was dusky. 

Im sounding like a textbook, complained Mark. 

Go on, insisted Zip. 

Mark closed his eyes and tilted his head back. A few hours after the impact, 
clouds of noxious gases billow up and block out the sun for months. Temperatures 
drop drastically all over the Earth and corrosive acid snow and rain fall. These 
short-term effects aloneintense cold, darkness, and acid rain and snowkill the 
plants and photosynthetic plankton, the base of most food chains. Herbivores 
starve, and then the carnivores that feed on the herbivores starve. This is enough to 
kill most of the remaining human life on the planet. After the clouds clear, the 
atmosphere is thick with carbon dioxide from fires and decaying matter. Then the 
carbon dioxide contributes to global warming that lasts for ages. 

Tears slowly escaped from Zips closed eyes and made tracks down his cheeks. 
He remembered that when he was small his aunt and uncle had taken him on a two-
hour flight in their small plane to the place closest to their home where there was a 
field of nuclear devastation. His first view of the terrain beyond the boundary had 
been indelibly burned into his seven-year-old mind. The cities and towns sur



rounded by fields, orchards, streams, ponds, and woods had rapidly tapered off below 
a slight rise into a land of gray, utterly lifeless, gasping dust thatreached as far 
southeastward as the eye could see. The center of the field had been the nations 
capital, the third of the great American cities to be destroyed in the holocaust of 
2048. 

How big was the asteroid they modeled? asked Joe. 

About six to ten miles across, said Mark. 

And the one Zimbardo has aimed at Earth is forty miles long? 

Bigger. A little bigger than that, answered Zip quietly. Bigger. He felt a 
chilling darkness come over him, almost as if he had walked into an inky refrigerator. 
He shivered uncontrollably for a moment, then sat up and took control of himself. 


Today we get the Star Ranger back! he announced in a clear voice. and were 
heading back to Earth! Be ready for immediate departure! 

An immense metal and glass wheel, half a mile in diameter, rotated slowly in 
the jeweled heavens. It was the primary manufacturing and launching headquarters 
of Nolan Mining Enterprise. It orbited the Moon about 500 miles above the surface. 



Robert Nolan was burning with a zealous flame of energy. Although often close 
to burning out, he never went over the edge. His apparently bottomless resources 
had allowed him to achieve remarkable things in twenty years. Now he was in the 
command bubble that lifted like an antenna from the heart of the space station. A 
tower two hundred yards long lifted out from the plane of NMEs manufacturing 
and launching facility. At its end was a large observation and control center that 
commanded a view of every aspect of one side of the plant. 

Launch in forty-three minutes exactly, said an operative in the command bubble. 
Nolan stood, looking intently over the mans shoulder at the screen in front of 
him. Nolans eyes shifted repeatedly back and forth from the screen to the actuality 
that lay spectacularly open to view before him. 

Sir? said another technician, turning toward Nolan. The Lux Mundi has now 
completed docking. The Lux Mundi was Richard Starlights personal spacecraft. 

Excellent, John, said Robert Nolan. Please have Mr. Starlight sent up here 
without delay. 

Yes sir. The technician turned back to his station and issued commands. In 
less than four minutes, an elevator brought Richard Starlight into the center of the 
command bubble of Nolan Mining Enterprise. He stepped out onto the floor and 
looked around quickly. 


Over here, Rick, said Nolan, stepping toward his friend. 

Bob! Good to see you! The men shook hands briefly. All went well at our 
end, Richard whispered. 

Nolan stepped back and spread his hands toward the launching arena of the space 
station. 

Terrific news, he said. Well be launching in about forty minutes. 

The two men went into Nolans office and sealed it. Though everything was 
visible through clear partitions, no one could hear what went on inside. 

Im so sorry I fell apart at that meeting, Rick, Robert began. 

Dont give it a thought, Bob. Youve done very well for the project since then. 
This is a great offering youre making. 

The least we can do, in addition to making as many of the microwave probes as 
we could, is provide these freighters. 

Ahead of schedule, too, by a little bit. All the companies pulled together and 
made the probes to Dr. Hoshinos specifications. I like his design. His plan should 
work very well, very well indeed! 

Its a wonderful design, Rick! Dr. Hoshino is a genius to a degree above everyone 
else of this generation. We ought to be able to locate any asteroid that Lurton 
Zimbardo throws at us. But stopping it is a different problem. 


If we find it in time, that shouldnt be too hard, either. 

The two friends talked for a little longer, then went out to watch the launch. 
Seven unmanned NME freighters were prepared to carry Earths hope into space. 
They would be accompanied by a dozen armed ships supplied by Space Command. 
The rendezvous of freighters and warships was only a half-hours flight time from 
the space station. Then they would proceed on the eight-day journey to the site of 
deployment. 

In a private office and laboratory below, Robert Nolans chief assistant Beowulf 
Denn finished making a voice recording of the details of the launch. He included 
the number of freighters, the number and type of Space Command warships appointed 
to guard them, their course, hour of departure, and timing of the deployment 
of the probes. 

When he had finished the recording, he inserted the disk into a computer independent 
of the NME computer system and speeded up its contents so that the entire 
message was less than 0.03 seconds long. He then encrypted it and transmitted the 
result on a tight beam communicator to coordinates in space which he kept only in 
his head. After the message had been sent, he destroyed the disk and removed all 
signs on his computer that the action had occurred. The message he sent could be 
read only one time and then would erase itself, leaving no trace at the receiving end 


that it had ever existed. 

Seven ships had arrived at O344. The Starmen were outside, having sped 
through the airlock with the first news that the ships from Ceres were at hand. 
They stood on the edge of the landing zone and watched the ships come close to 
O344. Only the dark red Star Ranger and one other ship touched down. Sim Sala 
Bim was the first to debark. 

So pleased to see you young men are safe! he spouted. So much has happened 
in these three weeks! Here is your Star Ranger, ready for duty! The Indian 
was excited. Zip had shaken off his own dark mood and was rising to the challenge. 
The other two Starmen were eager to lift off and get back into the battle against 
Lurton Zimbardo. 

Nice to see you, Sim! cried out Zip, as he and the man from Ceres shook 
hands through their spacesuits. George and his men will be ready in a moment. 
They are wonderful people! Salt of the earth types, though Ill bet none of them 
has been on Earth for years! 

Well get them back to Ceres safely, dont worry about that! advised Sim. 
You just go on and stop this crazy fellow. 

Lets get going, Starmen! urged Zip. They had already made their farewells to 


the asteroid miners, and had decided to leave the alien ship on O344 for research in 
a less anxious time. Joe had sealed it and seen that it was securely clamped to the 
asteroids surface. 

Within a few minutes, the Starmen were aboard the Star Ranger in their accus


tomed places. 

Just before they lifted off, Zip turned on his communicator. 

George, he said. Thanks for your friendship. You gave me a gift I dont think 
youre even aware of. 

Oh yes I am too aware of it, David. responded the cheery voice. The gift of 
confidence. Do your Latin and find out what confidence really means. Blessing 
and peace go with you men. A chorus of voices sounded in the background, also 
offering farewells. 

Zip signed off. In minutes O344 was behind them. 

When Lurton Zimbardo had first announced to Earth that he had aimed a huge 
asteroid through space on a collision course, the news of impending doom spread 
over the farthest reaches of the globe, bringing with it hysteria and despair. Pockets 
of unrest and violence sprang up but the phenomenon was short-lived. The memory 
of the Collapse was too recent, and the populace would not permit violence to 


prevailbut there was nothing to take its place. Cities, nations, and then continents 
ground to a standstill as people left their jobs and homes and wandered from 
place to place aimlessly. The thought of utter, unprecedented destruction for the 
whole planet, the home of mankind, struck at the very heart of the people. The 
very elderly, who remembered the worst days of the Collapse, felt their spirits quail 
within them. 

It was a time such as the world had never seen before. In the years to come it 
became known as The Day the Earth Stood Still. No one knew where to flee, how 
to flee, or even if fleeing could do any good. After a time the panic quieted down to 
a heartless agonizing despair, and a heavy, dark spirit fell over the planet. 

Crass, Lather, Bolcher! Get your men and go! The Earthmen have launched 
their detection equipment! Lurton Zimbardo was giving orders over the intercom 
from the control center of his asteroid. Moments earlier the pirate leader had received 
a message which informed him of the launch time of Earths freighters and 
other details of Earths defense plan. 

There are seven freighters accompanied by twelve Space Command warships! 
Each of you take five ships. Find the convoy and destroy the freighters! At all cost, 
destroy the freighters! 


Zimbardo slammed down the communicator and watched his men scurry for their 
ships. At the speed they could travel, they should be able to intercept the convoy 
in about a weeka full day before optimal site for deployment of the microwave 
probes. Zimbardo had little doubt of the outcome of the encounter. Earth had no 
idea that the plans were known to him, and the pirate ships were invisible to their 
radar. 


17: The Enemy Revealed 
FOR NEARLY seven days, the convoy of seven NME freighters and twelve Space 
Command warships had sped away from the Earth-Moon system. The warships 
flew in a spherical configuration about five miles in diameter, at the center of 
which were the unmanned freighters in compact formation. The urgency of the 
mission gave the convoy no choice but to utilize the most direct route to the site 
of deployment, so that the probes could be put into action at the earliest possible 
time. There was simply no time to follow any evasive flight plan. On the success 
of the microwave net rode the hope of Earths survival from the threat of impact 
with the enormous asteroid Lurton Zimbardo had unleashed. 

There they are! announced Mr. Lather, pilot of the Silver Cloud, as he looked 
at the radar screen. He was followed closely by five other pirate spacecraft. Two 
other groups of six pirate ships were nearby, also searching the area of space in 
front of them for the convoy. Inform Bolcher and Crass and give them the coordi



nates. Tell them that since I was the first to locate the freighters, I will attack first. 
Their ships will follow me according to our plan. 

Yes sir, Mr. Lather, responded the Silver Clouds navigator. The communication 
was completed and the details of the plan agreed upon. Then the intership 
communications system was deactivated. The pirates ships, being sheathed to radar, 
were equally invisible to each other as to the men of Space Command, but 
each pirate captain knew where the others were supposed to be. The ships usually 
communicated by closed-system radio and thereby kept in close contact with each 
other, but now they could not risk revealing their position by engaging in radio 
contact when they were in the proximity of other ships. 

Moments went by without a word being said. Lather could feel the adrenaline 
surging through him. He was eager to give the command to attack. 

One minute! he announced to his own crew. All hands prepare for battle! 
After the designated time had elapsed, he shouted, Go! 

Followed by five spaceships protected by the radar bender, he sped undetected 
through the sphere of Space Command warships. On the screen before him the 
massive freighters loomed up. Fire! he shouted. Fire! Fire! 

A laser cannon locked onto one freighter and ripped open its hull. In seconds the 
Silver Cloud was past it and through the other side of the sphere. Behind him came 


another pirate ship, and then another. As each passed through the sphere, it fired 
laser cannons at the freighters. 

None of the lasers struck a vital point in any freighters fuel system, but the 
potent cannons, each set on highest power, ripped into the unmanned ships and 
tore them open to the vacuum. Lathers six ships shot through the sphere of guard 
ships without being detected or even shot it, but none of the freighters had exploded. 
Lather cursed when he saw that the damage he had inflicted was not crippling. 


The Space Command warships were immediately aware of the attack and began 
to scatter the freighters by remote control. Some freighters decelerated, others accelerated, 
still others moved away from the center. Now the pirates would have a 
more difficult challenge to destroy the NME ships. 

As his fleet circled, Lather waited to see what Bolchers ships would do. He 
knew where Bolcher was supposed to be but could not communicate with him 
without revealing his position to the warships of Space Command. Lather could 
only watch the screen. 

Suddenly one of the freighters exploded into incandescent fury. The detonation 
destroyed the two freighters closest to the one that Bolchers ship had hit. Within 
seconds a fourth freighter erupted into flame as its fuel system ignited. The three 


remaining freighters began to weave in a random pattern, and the Space Command 
warships began to close in, reducing the window of access to the center of the field. 

Crass ships began to zoom toward the remaining freighters, laser cannons 
ready. Being the most experienced pilot, Crass was confident that his team could 
eliminate the last three ships. Coming in at a fast clip, each pirate ship only seconds 
after its predecessor, Crass crew strafed the freighters, scoring two direct hits. 

With a grin of satisfaction, Lather saw that he would have one more chance to 
attack. The protective warships had drawn into a very tight formation to protect the 
last freighter. Its hulk was already torn with a long rip, but its engine still worked 
and it responded to controls. The freighter turned and twisted in a random, spiraling 
forward motion with the warships close around it. Lather brought the Silver Cloud 
in for the kill. 

Shooting smoothly through an opening in the protecting ships formation, he 
saw his target and fired. The last freighter blew up almost in his face. All seven 
freightersand their contentshad been turned into diminutive pieces of whirling 
space junk. The Silver Cloud sped through the detritus and passed the far boundary 
of warships. As soon as he had passed the last Space Command ship, three of them 
fired at him almost at once. Though he was invisible to radar, he was visible to the 
eye at the moment he was close to the exploding freighter. 


One Space Command laser pierced the Silver Clouda narrow but tight beam. 
The shaft of weaponlight punctured the crews living quarters, and air began to 
escape from the pirates spacecraft. Automatic seals quickly stopped the leak and 
Lather sped on. The exultation he had felt at having fired the final destructive bolt 
had instantly changed into a cold dread at his narrow escape. Followed by the other 
pirate ships, he sped on, back toward the great asteroid where Lurton Zimbardo 
awaited news of their successful mission. 

Commander Benjamin Bennett of the Space Command ship Ignis sat motionless 
for ten minutes after the last freighter had blown up. He was a topflight career 
space pilot who governed one of the few standard Space Command Fleets of 
Twelve. His black hair showed no signs of gray. Because of his unspotted record 
and eminent trustworthiness, he had been given the responsibility for guarding the 
freighters. Usually looking much younger than his forty-one years, now he appeared 
much older. 

No one approached him. Then he spoke, as if into the air. 

I suppose the pirates are gone now. 

So it would appear, sir, said a crewman. 

Obviously they werent concerned with destroying usjust the freighters. I 
suppose in the long run it amounts to the same thing, though. No one responded. 


Please raise headquarters and hand me the communicator. A crew member complied. 
Commander Bennett took the communicator. His message was terse but 
complete: pirates had attacked the convoy and all seven freighters had been lost. 

Twelve minutes later the news came into Starlight Enterprise and was tranferred 
immediately to Richard Starlight, who was at work in his office. He finished listening 
to the message, then turned and looked out over the stark moonscape. 
Slowly, he smiled. 

The next day, just after noon, Richard was again in his office. Joining him for 
lunch were John Rwakatare, Robert Nolan, Beowulf Denn, and Commander John 
Lewis and a few other visitors from Space Command. Though the food was delicious, 
the meal was a dismal affair. Long faces and few words expressed the atmosphere 
of the gathering. 

Richard, however, and Robert seemed not to share the gloom. Richard was an 
attentive host, carefully seeing to his guests needs. A little more water, John? 
he asked, offering the crystal decanter. Could you please pass the biscuits, Robert? 
Thank you. Good, arent they? 

Yes, Rick, they are, especially for biscuits made on the Moon, responded the 
head of NME. Your chef is highly skilled. 


Beowulf Denn couldnt take it any more. You seem awfully lighthearted about 
everything, Richard, he said in a tone that verged almost on disrespect. Richard 
smiled but said nothing. 

When the lunch things had been cleared away, Richard spoke. 

Thank you for coming, gentlemen. I apologize for not sharing your distress. 
Please forgive me for what must appear to be an appalling lack of empathy. When 
you learn why I have brought you here, you will forgive me, I think. I am expecting 
a message any moment now, and I wanted you to be here when it came in. It is 
coming from the commander of a large fleet of Starlight Enterprise ships. Richard 
glanced at Robert. The two friends shared a subtle smile. 

Encrypted message from Captain Marks-Owens, sir, came an artificial, mellow 
voice through the high-level communication system. 

Ah! said Richard. Transmit to my office. 

The large screen on the wall behind Richard lit up. He turned his chair. The visage 
of a tall and slender woman appeared, with high cheekbones and honey-dark 
hair drawn back and held in place with a small circlet. 

Captain Mary Marks-Owens on the Starlight Enterprise ship Tempest, reporting 
on top security beam to Richard Starlight. Starlight fleet is in place. There 
were no incidents, and we are ready for your command, sir. 


Richard smiled widely and said clearly, Excellent work, Mary! Deploy the 
probes immediately! 

Beowulf Denn choked. What is this? he burst out. 

Surprised, eh? said Richard jocularly, turning his chair back to the table. Of 
course, she wont get the message for about ten minutes. But when she does, well 
be able to say, mission accomplished! 

What is this? Commander Lewis echoed Beowulf Denn. 

It was Roberts idea, really, began Richard, and he ought to be telling the 
tale, but he is too modest to do so. Robert and I cooked up the plan between us and 
told no one else. Just in case there was a leak somewhereand apparently there 
was!Robert made a fuss about wanting to offer his freighters to convey the 
probes to the deployment site. He offered rather expensive freighters for service. 
Robert felt badly about, well, about making a scene when we met with the President 
and wanted to make up for it. 

Robert glanced down at the table so as not to meet anyones eyes, but it was 
evident that the success of his plan was deeply gratifying to him. 

The NME freighters were decoys. The real probes were sent out on SE freighters 
to different spots along the face of deployment. They were sent out without any 
fanfare whatever on the normal delivery schedule we follow for all shipments to 


Mars and the Asteroid Belt. It would never have done, anyway, to send the probes 
out in a tight bunch as the seven NME freighters; deployment must be simultaneously 
effected from several sites, and this is the command I just gave Captain 
Marks-Owens. 

If the pirates took the bait, then they would go back to their base believing that 
they had stopped us. And if they didnt know about our plans or the decoy, well, 
no harm done. Deployment would still go on as scheduled. Thats about two minutes 
from now. 

The visitors were stunned. Why, thats terrific! stammered Commander Lewis. 
No one else knew about this? Not even the President? 

No one, said Richard. Only Robert and I. And its a good thing we did it that 
way, too. Without the decoy, the launch would have gone as planned with everyone 
knowing about it. As it is, were safe now. 

Not only that contributed John Rwakatare in his deep bass voice, weve 
learned something of immense value. There is a leak somewhere. Someone informed 
the pirates of the launch from NME. 

Yes, theres that, said Robert Nolan with a sigh, finally speaking up. But for 
now, deployment of the probes will take place successfully. Well have to check 
for the leak, and I initiated a careful search as soon as we received news of the at



tack. 

Richard turned back toward the screen. Computer, he said. Give me a tie-in to 
the master control aboard the Tempest. The screen showed a scene in space. 

There is a delay, of course, but the feed is continuous. Deployment of the 
probes is taking place about now, but we wont see the results for about ten minutes. 
Time passed. 

Coming up on the time now, announced Richard a little later, breaking into 
the light conversation that was going on around the table. All heads turned toward 
the screen. 

This is a map of the expanse of the site of the deployment. This is not the actual 
scene, of course; it is a computer enhancement, programmed to show us what 
is actually happening. 

From twelve sites at once, scattered about evenly throughout the area, small 
points began to glow. The points marked the locations of the SE freighters that 
had carried the real probes. Simultaneously from every point emerged a starburst of 
lines, each one a fine, golden strand of light. 

Dr. Hoshinos design propels each probe at about one-twentieth the speed of 
light. Complete deployment should take about an hour and a half. 

The men waited nervously. Some browsed Richards books and others peered 


through his small telescope at the moonscape. Occasionally two or three would 
come together for quiet discussion. 

On the screen, the golden lines gradually lengthened. From time to time one 
would burst into a flower of lines like summer fireworks, and then later each of 
those lines extended and burst again. 

When deployment was complete, the entire screen was filled with a complex 
pattern of golden points, like dawn-illuminated mist hanging in a huge spiders 
web. 

Success! said Richard quietly, but his voice trembled with excitement. Captain 
Marks-Owens will now initiate the program that will unify the probes into a 
single system. At the same time, she will enter a program that will allow the system 
to read the gravitational forces attendant upon every object within its range. 
The known asteroids and other heavenly bodies and the scheduled flights of spacecraft 
will be filtered out. What will be left will be the positions of unknown craft 
and any uncharted natural objects. As he spoke, the web began to shimmer in 
dozens of places, each the site of an object with enough mass to ripple the gravitational-
detecting field of the net. 

Ah! Now the known ships are being filtered out, Richard observed as many of 
the ripples disappeared. In a moment, he leaped to his feet. 


There it is! There it is! he shouted. He ran to the screen. Look! Here are the 
pirates ships that attacked Roberts freighters yesterday! He pointed to a small 
ripple in the pattern and scanned the readings at the bottom of the screen. Yes, 
eighteen ships. Here are their masses provided down here. And over here, his finger 
swept across the screen to a large ripple in the upper center, is the asteroid 
coming our way! 

Computer! Extrapolate the course of this objecthe gave the particulars
and provide information on its trajectory. 

In eight seconds the voice of the computer spoke. Object is a natural body of 
approximately 20,625 trillion tons, currently traveling at a rate of approximately 
280,000 miles per hour. If present speed and course are maintained, object will fly 
by the Earth. Closest approach will be attained in 15 days, 8 hours, 3 minutes, 14 
seconds at a distance of approximately 10,689 miles. 

There was silence in Richards office for over a minute. Then someone said, 
Its going to miss. 


18: Collision Course! 
EXHAUSTED with relief, the party broke up. The men from Space Command left 
the Starlight Enterprise plant and returned to their headquarters. Robert Nolan and 
Beowulf Denn lifted off from a launching deck not far from Richards office and set 
course for the space station that was the central facility for Nolan Mining Enterprise. 


Richard had already given orders that ships from Starlight Enterprise be assigned 
the immediate task of pursuing and capturing the eighteen pirate ships that had 
destroyed NMEs decoy freighters the day before. The SE freighters that had actually 
carried the probes into space had been joined by SE ships gathered quietly from 
various sources during the previous week. They had converged during the journey 
so that many were in place throughout the area of the search, ready to respond to 
any orders that might come. 

Inside many of them were the Firewasp fighters SE produced for use in the As



teroid Belt. The Firewasps were small, tremendously fast and amazingly maneuverable 
one-man ships that had been concentrated in several SE bases in the Asteroid 
Belt. They had been named after a menacing insect found in certain hostile swamps 
on Mars. The tiny craft served mostly as a deterrent, since smugglers and other 
lawless types avoided any settlement that showed it was ready to defend itself 
against marauders. 

Commander John Lewis was to issue similar orders to Space Command ships in 
the vicinity of the microwave net. There were enough SE ships close to the course 
the pirate fleet was taking that Firewasps could be launched to intercept the pirate 
ships within an hour. 

John Rwakatare and Richard Starlight remained alone in Richards office. They 
were seated on a sofa, looking out over the vast lunar landscape. An enormous dark 
gray field stretched out for several miles before breaking up at the far side into 
jumbled, light gray boulders. 

What do you make of it, Rock? asked Richard. Why did Zimbardo tell the 
entire planet that he was going to pulverize it, and then set his projectile on a flyby 
course? 

I dont think he merely made a mistake, said Rock. Hes shown he can guide 
asteroids to near-pinpoint accuracy. 


Hmm, yesbut those were much, much smaller and were aimed at much 
closer targets. You dont think he could have justaimed and missed? 

Possible, Rick, but Im not convinced. Consider this: where did the communications 
from Zimbardo come from? An asteroid base. The Starmen told us about 
this hollow asteroid and that it could be flown like a great spaceship. We have 
seen only one large asteroid coming toward Earth. To be blunt, I think Lurton 
Zimbardo is a liar. The asteroid he aimed at Earth is his own base! His threat to 
slam it into Earth was intended to cause panicand it did! He achieved that without 
actually having to carry out his threat. I think the real threat is what is inside 
this hollow asteroid. 

Richard was listening intently. The relief he had previously felt was evaporating 
rapidly. He deeply admired and respected John Rwakatare. Rock had a remarkable 
and rare combination of a filing-cabinet mind and an ability to dream. He was eminently 
logical at all times, but could also come up with leaps beyond logic in 
which inspiration confidently answered a challenging situation. Now was one of 
those times. 

Richard remembered when Rock had graduated from Starlight Academy fifteen 
years earlier. Richard was in his early forties at the time, and recalled the shock that 
went through the Starlight world when Rock was offered the position of Starman 


but had turned it down. He was the only person ever to have refused the honor. He 
had chosen instead to stay close to a young woman whom he loved; they had married 
and now had four young children. Rock rarely left his family, and Richard had 
placed him second in command of Starlight Enterprise. 

Rock continued. We already concluded that the ability to sheath spacecraft and 
even asteroids comes from an alien intelligence more advanced than our own race. I 
think it highly likely that the sourceat least the immediate sourceof that 
knowledge is the asteroid Zimbardo has taken over. We dont know what other 
capabilities this asteroid base has. But we do know that Lurton Zimbardo is bringing 
it to Earthvery, very close to Earth, and that he will be here in fifteen days. 

Richard swallowed hard and looked away. Oh my, Rock!Im sure youre 
right. In fact, what other possibilities are there? 

But unless he has defenses or weaponry we havent seen yet, we have an advantage. 
A slight advantage. 

Whats that? 

He doesnt know that we know where he is or that we have guessed what hes 
really doing. 

Robert Nolan and Beowulf Denn made the twenty-six minute journey from the 


Moon to the space station. Robert had been full of chatter on the way back, but 
Wulf had responded only with short sentences, and after they had docked they went 
their separate ways. Robert went to his office to call the President. Richard had 
urged Robert to be the one to inform him that the probes had deployed successfully, 
that the microwave net had found the asteroid, and that Earth was not in danger 
of collision. Robert felt the honor deeply and was eager to announce the good 
news. 

Wulf found his way to his own private sanctum, saying he wanted to take a 
nap. He set a do not disturb code on his communication system. Then he prepared 
another audiodisk, making a brief report of the luncheon meeting at Starlight 
Enterprise. He played it through twice, making changes until he felt comfortable 
with the message. Then he speeded it up so that the complete message lasted 0.027 
seconds, encrypted it, inserted the disk into his personal computer, and transmitted 
it. After the message had been sent, he destroyed the disk and removed all signs on 
his computer that the action had occurred. 

He stared out the window at the third planet, a beautiful blue and white globe, 
thinking nothing in particular. After a moment he stretched out and tried to take a 
nap. But he couldnt sleep. 


A red light pulsed rapidly on the console near Lurton Zimbardos chair. Seeing 
the flash from the corner of his eye, he jerked his head around and stared at it as if 
he couldnt believe that it was lit. 

Whats this? he thought. Theres no message due now. He pressed the button 
that deactivated the light, placed headphones on, dialed a few knobs on the console, 
and pressed Play. 

Fifteen seconds later he leaped up from his chair and bellowed. With both hands 
he jerked the headphone cord out of the control panel. The wires whipped through 
the air with a noise like a scourge. Zimbardo twirled, his eyes bulging, and flung 
the headphones from him with all his force. The set flew through the command 
center and collided with the opposite wall. Everyone in the room froze and turned 
to look at the pirate leader, and were appalled at what they saw. He was trembling 
with demonic fury. No one moved or said a word. Even Gene was afraid to speak. 

They found us!! Zimbardo shouted. They found us! The Earthmen know 
where we are! Theyve located the fleet!! The freighters those fools destroyed yesterday 
were decoys! The Earthmen deployed the real probes and theyve already 
found us! They outsmarted us! He cursed vehemently, then growled as if his teeth 
were grinding on gravel. But Ive never been outsmarted! I wont be outsmarted 
now! 


Zimbardo jumped back into his chair. Gene! GENE!! He screamed like a man 
possessed. 

Right here sir, said the young man, coming up quickly to the pirate leaders 
side. 

Crank up all the power this asteroid can give me! Im going to create the biggest 
electromagnetic pulse this Solar System has ever seen, and BURN every last 
one of those probes out of the void!! And then when we are invisible again, well 
move this asteroid to a new course and continue our plan. 

But sir, pleaded Gene, almost desperately. That would take a lot of power! It 
would be highly inefficient and might work against us! I dont know the power 
capacity of the asteroid! It could very well burn us out! 

Zimbardo stopped moving for a moment, then turned his head very slowly 
around and stared at Gene. His eyes glinted with an unearthly light. 

Do it, he hissed. 

Gene stepped back half a pace, then pivoted swiftly and ran to the power breakers 
on the far side of the room. He began to pull switches, override safety indicators, 
and turn power dials to maximum output. 

In a little less than three minutes, he turned and looked back at Zimbardo. The 
pirate leader had not taken his eyes off of his assistant for a second. With his 


mouth slightly open, Gene looked into Zimbardos eyes from across the room and 
nodded with a quick jerk of his head. Zimbardo smiled, inclined his head slowly, 
and turned back to his console. He laughed out loud and pressed the switch that 
activated a general direction EMP. 

There was a deafening sound like that of a huge metal block falling to the floor 
and then grinding along an uneven surface. A wailing screech filled the room and 
everyone but Zimbardo covered his ears. The screech increased in intensity until 
men fell to the floor and writhed, pressing their hands firmly to the sides of their 
heads. Then there was sudden silence and the lights went out. Men began to moan, 
and someones voice quavered: The atmosphere recycler has stopped! 

Everything has stopped, said Gene from the darkness. 

Twelve Firewasps came upon the eighteen pirate ships with a suddenness that 
took the pirates completely by surprise. The small spacecraft moved so quickly 
that the pirates could get off only wild shots that never came close to any of the 
SE craft. The Firewasps used narrow but highly dense laser weaponlight with remarkable 
effectiveness. Skilled pilots and marksmen quickly disabled the pirate 
ships by piercing their power supply, effectively casting them adrift in space. The 
pirates sheathing systems went down, rendering the ships visible. 


The battle was over in less than two minutes. Captain Mary Marks-Owens and 
Richard Starlight received the news within minutes of each other, that the eighteen 
pirate ships were derelicts and their crews would no doubt be eager to be picked up 
by the nearest Space Command ships. Without power, their air would not last 
more than twenty-four hours. 

Richard and Commander Lewis made the next order jointly. With a few exceptions, 
all Starlight Enterprise and Space Command spacecraft were to journey to 
the pirates asteroid at once and prepare for battle. They would bring the attack directly 
to Lurton Zimbardo. 

After issuing the order, Richard reset his communication system to contact the 
Star Ranger. Now that the need for secrecy was past, he wanted to bring the returning 
Starmen up to date and urge them to come to the pirates asteroid with the others. 


Inside the Star Ranger, Mark cried out, Hey! Listen to this! He directed the 
communication system to public announcement mode and restarted the message 
from Richard Starlight. In exultant tones, Richard related the events of the previous 
two days, concluding with the capture of the eighteen pirate ships and the coming 
attack on Zimbardos asteroid. 

The Starmen cheered. They all jumped up and danced. After a moment, Zip 


asked, How soon can we get to the asteroid, Mark? 

Mark sat down and quickly figured. Were only about a day and a half away. 

What are we waiting for?! exclaimed Joe. 

Lets go! said Zip. We could use a little diversion on our way back to Earth. 

Mark set a new course and Joe initiated it. The Star Ranger turned slightly to 

intercept the asteroid where they had been imprisoned nearly three weeks before. 

As the power system aboard that same asteroid screeched into disruption and 
then silence, a massive electromagnetic shock wave was dispensed from its surface. 
A great pulse of destruction moved through space at the speed of light. Although it 
was not strong enough to harm spacecraft, the microwave probes were no match 
for its power. As the pulse swept past the probes, they winked out in flashes of 
golden light. 

On the master screen aboard the Tempest and in Richard Starlights office, 
viewers watched the golden net disappear. Although it was past midnight, Richard 
and John Rwakatare were wide awake with their eyes glued to the screen. From the 
center where the asteroid was indicated, an expanding circle of darkness went forth, 
gradually swallowing up all the probes. It was obvious to Richard that the microwave 
net was doomed. 


Computer, he said in a dull voice. How much longer until the net disappears? 


Four minutes, twelve seconds, came the mellow voice. 

The eighteen ships are adrift, Richard said. We cant lose them. But if this asteroid 
is maneuverable, as it must be, Zimbardo can speed up, slow down, or 
change course and avoid our attack. He can disappear. 

Richards body tensed and he raised his voice. How did he know about the 
probes?! he exclaimed, with exasperation. 

The spy, responded John Rwakatare. 

Aboard the pirates asteroid, power was returning. An emergency backup system 
had kicked in, causing the lights to flicker back on and the atmosphere recycler to 
hum quietly back into efficiency. With covert glances back at Zimbardo, the men 
returned to their stations. 

Zimbardo barked out a command. 

Status report! 

Right away, sir, said Gene, taking his own seat. He attended to various dials 
and incoming signals. 

Zimbardo stood up and walked over to the great window that overlooked the 


huge rocket pad outside. There were seven ships leftsix belonging to the independent 
smugglers, Jeff Jenner, Lorry, and Captain Kimball, and his own personal 
ship, the Tartarus. Even the Silver Spear had been taken by Lorry. The asteroid 
was nearly empty of men; only his support crew, the smugglers and their crews, 
and a few others remained. 

Sir, spoke up Gene. His voice trembled. He spoke as one apologizing. Mr. 
Zimbardo. Mr. Lather sent in a frantic message that all eighteen ships were under 
attack. The transmission was cut off in mid-sentence. I scanned their location, sir, 
and detected three large Space Command ships approaching our convoy. They are 
about to be captured, sir. 

Zimbardo turned slowly and looked at Gene without a change in expression. 
And? he said. Theres more, I can tell. And 

And there is a large fleet of ships belonging to Space Command and Starlight 
Enterprise converging on our location. In less than three hours, fourteen ships will 
be arriving within minutes of each other. Approximately the same number again 
will join them over the next twenty-four hour period. Gene hesitated, then decided 
to deliver the last sentence. Even if we are sheathed, sir, with that many ships so 
close, they will be able to find us before long. 

Lurton Zimbardo turned his eyes obliquely to the floor and joined his hands be



hind his back. He rocked for a moment on his feet, almost as if pondering a challenging 
philosophical question. 

I see, he said at last. He walked quietly over to his console, sat for a moment 
without moving, then began to move dials and enter numbers into the navigational 
program. He consulted various tables of information and referred to a number of 
measuring devices whose sensitive detectors were on the surface of the asteroid. 

Minutes passed. Zimbardo grew increasingly agitated as he worked. His men had 
stopped their own work and watched him. Where his hands had begun to move 
gently and carefully, they began to exhibit higher and higher degrees of animation. 
Soon he was pressing his keyboard vehemently and muttering under his breath. 
Once in a while he chortled. 

Finally he shouted, Hah! That will do it! I wont be outsmarted! He pressed 
the Enter button and then roared, Yes! I win! He leaped from his chair and lifted 
up both arms. I win! he screamed. 

As the program Zimbardo had activated was engaged, the power it required began 
draining the emergency resources of the asteroid. The lights dimmed and the usual 
hum of the atmosphere recycler began to stutter. 

What did you do? Gene asked with trepidation. Even the backup power system 
is being strained. 


Just keeping a promise, said Zimbardo jovially. I told Earth I had sent them 
an asteroid. I wasnt very truthful at the time, Im afraid. But now I have kept my 
promise. I have redirected the asteroid so that it will collide with the planet! and 
Ive pushed the acceleration up to full! 

A soul-wrenching moan escaped from Genes lips. He stumbled over to his chair 
and collapsed into it. He stared ahead, seeing nothing. The other men were frozen 
in their places. 

Zimbardo strolled over to the wall-screen that provided a map of the Inner Planetary 
system and indicated their position. With the power drain, the images were 
going in and out of focus and numbers were fading from the screen. 

Hmm. About ten days to impact, he muttered. Cant tell for sure with the 
images fading like this, but no matter. By that time well be long gone.

 A few minutes later the insides of the complex began to screech as they had before. 
The screech did not rise in intensity but gradually turned into a groan. The 
light slowly faded and then went out completely.

 The power is out for good now! Gene wailed. and were prisoners on the asteroid! 
Now its a runaway! We cant stop it! 

Why would we want to stop it? Well take the Tartarus and leave to fight 
again another day! Pack up, get the men, and lets go. Weve got less than three 


hours, I think you said. 

Panicked, Gene fled from the room, feeling his way desperately through the 
darkness. Ive got to warn Kimball, Lorry, and Jenner! Weve got to escape! Fear 
unlike anything he had ever experienced or imagined filled his entire being. 


19: Change of Guard 
GENE FLEW down the corridor with his arms outstretched, not knowing exactly 
where he was going and not caring, as long as it was away from the control deck. 
He was breathing hard and fast, on the verge of hysteria. Realizing that he was in 
danger of losing his grip, he paused to catch his breath, and leaned against the wall.

 A moment later he saw moving lights in the stairwell a long way ahead. In the 
growing gray illumination, he dashed forward and saw Kimball, Lorry, and Jenner 
coming up, carrying flashlights. When Kimball saw Gene hurrying toward him, he 
flashed the light directly into his eyes and roared, What in blazes is going on in 
this place? 

Gene threw his hands up over his eyes, but continued to stumble forward. 
Youve got to get out of here, he choked out. Get your men, get your ships, 
go! 

Jenner put a firm hand on Genes shoulder, and Kimball lowered the light. 


Whats going on? Wheres Zimbardo? Jenners voice was a little quieter than 
Kimballs but just as demanding. 

Gene gulped and looked up. He, hes aimed the asteroid at Earth! Its on a 
collision course! He burned out all the powerall the power! He cant stop it! He 
doesnt want to stop it! 

There was a stunned silence. Jenner, his mouth opening and closing like a fish 
out of water, finally blurted out, Why did he do that? 

All the men in the fleets have been captured! Were the only ones left, and 
Space Command will be boarding us in less than three hours! 

The three smugglers gasped in dismay. Jenner pushed Gene away and the three 
of them shot back down the stairwell. When they reached the lower level, Gene 
heard them shouting for their men. The light gradually diminished until Gene was 
once again in complete darkness. 

Gene! Gene! Where are you? came the voice of Lurton Zimbardo from far behind 
him. Startled, Gene quickly whirled and peered into the darkness. From far 
away came a sound as of scurrying feet. There were men comingthe men from 
the control center, with Zimbardo. Gene spun again and ran for his own room. He 
had decided what he was going to do. Frantically he rummaged through his belongings 
until he found his own flashlight. Without turning it on yet, he ran from the 


room and hastened farther away from the control center. 

Gene? Gene! Is that you? came the voice of Lurton Zimbardo. Gene inhaled 
quickly and looked back. There was still no light. He hesitated for a moment, then 
answered, 

Yes, its me. His voice was squeaky. 

Where are you? echoed down the corridor. 

Im not going with you! Go on without me! 

What? Zimbardos voice had a note of complete incredulity in it. Why not? 
Hurry up, Gene! We have to go! I dont want Space Command on my tail! 

Im not going! Gene shouted. He turned and fled. He sped down the corridor as 
fast as he could go, came to its end, turned the corner, and kept going. In less than 
a minute he was many turns and twists away from the main level. He switched on 
his light, put it on its lowest setting, and slowed down to a walk. He wont wait 
for me! He wont look for me! Hell want to go! Soon hell be gone and Ill be 
safe! These thoughts came through Genes mind almost like a flow of clear water. 

He came to a storeroom, pushed the door open, and flashed his light around. The 
room was crammed with stacks of boxes and various other items. Seeing there was 
no one else inside, he shut the door, crawled under a cabinet, and turned off his 
light. 


After a short while, he felt the floor tremble slightly. He knew that a spaceship 
had lifted off. It was followed quickly by five others. The smugglers are gone, he 
thought. Just one more now. If I hear one more, Ill know that hes gone. He 
waited, desperately hoping he wouldnt hear the sound of the door opening. 

After they left Gene, the smugglers Kimball, Lorry, and Jenner quickly gathered 
together their men and supplies and headed for the airlock to the launching pad. 
There were thirty-seven men altogether. All had their spacesuits on and most of 
them carried lights. 

How are we going to get out of here? asked one of the men as they approached 
the airlock. The airlock wont open. Nothings working. 

Portable power pack, said Kimball. He took a small box from another man, 
set it down by the airlock, and in seconds had established a makeshift connection. 
The airlock opened. In that fashion, the men boarded their ships without delay. 

Kimball lifted off first and entered the vast, stone tunnel that led to the outside. 
As soon as the enormous airlock became visible down the shaft, he fired a laser 
cannon at it. Unable to resist an attack from within, the great door, thousands of 
years old, shattered into fragments. The atmosphere of the launching pad rushed 
out, hurling the shards of the airlock door into space. Kimballs ship then came 


through the tunnel and exited, followed in short order by the five other ships. They 
set a course for the Asteroid Belt and at top acceleration left the pirates asteroid 
behind them. 

After Gene had fled out of earshot, Zimbardo turned to the few men who were 
behind him. Im lifting off in the Tartarus in ten minutes. Its the only ship left 
on the asteroid. Meet me at the great doors. Tell everyone else you see. He swiveled 
and walked to the stairwell to go up to his own rooms. 

None of the men said anything to each other, but scattered, each going to his 
own quarters. 

Ten minutes later, arrayed in his spacesuit and carrying a few items, Lurton 
Zimbardo stood at the great doors. Behind him was the asteroid complex. In front 
was the manufacturing center and beyond that was the launching pad where the 
Tartarus stood in solitary splendor. Only five men had joined the pirate leader. 

So, said Zimbardo. Only five of you. Five men left. Who are you? He lifted 
his light a little so he could see their faces. Ah, Mr. Gebbeth. I said before that I 
knew I could depend on you. Ive always known it. You are the pilot. And Mr. 
Slant. Mr. Stagnum. Mr. Withers. And Mr. Poppy. No one else. Well, then, there 
are six of us altogether. Let us go. 


There was almost no talking. Each man seemed to know what to do without being 
told. They opened the airlocks to pass through the manufacturing center, and 
then into the airless launching pad. Without haste but without unnecessary delay, 
they entered the Tartarus, a gleaming silver and red ship that could support a crew 
of eighteen. 

The six men strapped themselves into acceleration couches with Gebbeth in the 
pilots position. Take us out, Mr. Gebbeth, said Zimbardo. I will tell you 
where to go when we are free. 

Yes sir, said Gebbeth, and initiated the launching sequence. In a short time, 
Lurton Zimbardos spacecraft had left the asteroid. 

Top speed, Mr. Gebbeth, said Zimbardo. Make sure the sheathing equipment 
is functioning. Head away from the sun. 

Of course, sir. 

When Zimbardo burned out the asteroids power, much of the energy needed to 
power its sheathing apparatus disappeared. The sheathing plates then only received 
power through the solar energy panels, and they did not provide enough energy to 
hide the asteroid completely. It appeared on radar as a faint blip, allowing the Earth 
ships to locate it without difficulty. About two hours after Zimbardos departure, 


the fleet command ship Tempest came upon the asteroid. It was the first of fourteen 
ships from both Space Command and Starlight Enterprise that were expected 
to arrive within the hour. 

The Tempest maneuvered carefully through the gaping orifice left when Kimballs 
ship had blown the massive airlock, and set down inside the airless docking 
arena of the asteroid. Captain Mary Marks-Owens descended the ladder first, followed 
by several members of the crew. All were armed. Only the lights of the 
spaceship lit up the cavernous hall of shadows. 

Eerie, observed Captain Marks-Owens as she set foot on the pavement. Follow 
me. Well see if the place is as abandoned as it looks. Nine space-suited figures 
fell in behind her as she approached the airlock into the manufacturing area. 
When she was unable to open it, she called for a portable power supply. Two additional 
men brought one from the ship, opened the airlock, and allowed the landing 
party to enter the complex. Once inside, the members of the crew were able to dispense 
with their helmets. 

Slowly and carefully they made their way through the blackness, pushing it 
back with the radiance of the lights they carried. They were in awe of the huge, 
obviously alien place. 

The place feels almost haunted, observed one man in a quiet voice. 


Somewhat, agreed the Captain, but theres more to it than that. Theres 
something deeper. I dont think this is an evil place. It is a place that needs to be 
cleansed. 

The party passed through the great doors. Before they had crossed the courtyard a 
man emerged from the far side, carrying a light. The members of the landing party 
quickly spread out, and the Captain ordered, Halt! 

Dont shoot! came the voice from behind the tiny light across the room. Im 
unarmed. Ive been waiting for you. 

Who are you? 

My name is Gene Newman. I was the control officer for Lurton Zimbardo. 
Hes gone. 

Come forward slowly, hands up. Gene walked forward cautiously with his 
hands extended over his head, holding his light in one hand. When he was a few 
yards away, Captain Marks-Owens ordered him to stop and directed two men to 
search him. When it was definite that he was unarmed, she called him to approach 
her. 

Whats been going on here? she asked. 

Gene explained that Zimbardo had aimed the asteroid at Earth, burned out the 
power system, and fled two hours earlier. The Captains face paled as he told the 


story. 

Radio the ships that are still en route and have them check the course of this 
rock, she ordered one of the men, who put on his helmet and contacted the ship. 
And tell Mr. Madera to come here at once. The order was given. 

While they were waiting for Mr. Madera, Captain Marks-Owens quizzed Gene 
further. Why did you stay behind? 

I, I joined Putnams organization because it seemed a sure thing. He was 
captured, but Zimbardo took over and made it seem an even better proposition. But 
I could see him getting crazier and crazier! Im not ashamed to say that he began to 
frighten meand he frightened others, too! And when he aimed the asteroid toward 
Earth Genes eyes widened and he began to tremble, I knew there was something 
seriously wrong with him! I had to get away! I wanted to fix thingsif I 
could! 

Are there any others here? 

I dont know. There may be. I havent seen anyone else. Apart from Zimbardo 
and the smugglers, there were seventeen men left on the asteroid. I dont know how 
many went with him. There were also some prisonersthree Starmen and some 
asteroid miners, but they escaped from the room where they were being held and 
disappeared into the depths of the asteroid. I dont know where they are now. We 


never saw a trace of them after that. 

They escaped from the asteroid three weeks ago. In fact, we expect them to arrive 
here soon in their own ship. 

Genes face showed out-and-out surprise at this news. They escaped? They got 
off the asteroid? How did they do that? 

At this point, they were joined by the young man for whom the Captain had 
asked. He was about thirty years old, with a full crown of thick brown hair and 
deep brown eyes. This was Jesus Madera-Cruz, Chief Ioneer for Starlight Enterprise. 
He was adept with engines and micro-electronics. Noted for a placid nature, 
nothing ever seemed to bother him, and his expertise in power systems had never 
failed the trust which Richard Starlight had placed in him. 

You asked for me, Captain? he asked. 

Yes, Mr. Madera. We need your skills urgently. This is Gene, one of Zimbardos 
men. Zimbardo has been gone for two hours. Gene tells us that before he 
fled he burned out the power. Before the power went out, he also redirected the asteroid 
on a collision course with Earth. Ive asked our ships outside to confirm 
that. In the meantime, Id like you to check out the power system and see if you 
can bring it back up. Obviously, if what Gene says is true, this is a matter of extreme 
urgency, not just convenience. 


Yes, maam, answered the man with a brief nod. The Captain detailed several 
men to go with Gene and Madera to wherever Zimbardos former chief control officer 
wanted to take them. Gene took them first to the control deck. 

Captain Marks-Owens detailed the rest of her men to search the complex in 
pairs. As other ships landed, minutes apart from each other, she directed their crews 
to the search. After an hour, ten other pirates had been located. All had been eager 
to turn themselves in. They were taken into captivity and led to one of the Space 
Command ships where they were fed and kept under guard. 

Soon there were over a hundred men searching the facility. Operations officers 
began connecting portable power systems to various parts of the complex to reestablish 
the lights and get the airlocks working again. The atmosphere recycling 
system was not yet accessible, but the air would last for a long time. 

An ensign brought a report to Captain Marks-Owens during the search, confirming 
Genes account that the asteroid was on a collision course with Earth. 

Details? asked the Captain. 

The asteroid will collide with Earth in approximately eight days, at a speed of 
nearly 300,000 miles per hour, responded the ensign. It was vastly accelerated for 
a few minutes before the power burned out, and the suns gravity continues to increase 
the rate of acceleration. We have not yet determined precisely where it will 


strike, but we are forwarding the data to SE and that will be determined. 

At that point, Gene and Madera came up to Marks-Owens. 

Captain, said Madera. I have made a preliminary examination of the control 
system. Gene has been more than cooperative, I am happy to say. With his help, 
just by looking at the controls and hearing him describe what Zimbardo did, I can 
conjecture what kind of power were dealing with. If we can get the power back on, 
we should not have any difficulty in changing the course of the asteroid. Restoring 
the power, however, will not be easy. Gene has never been to the power plant. In 
fact, it seems that no one has, even including Zimbardo. No one knows where it is 
or how to learn its location. 

Go back to the Tempest and contact George St. George and the Starmen. St. 
George is on Ceres and the Starmen are in the Star Ranger on their way here. 
These men have been inside the power plant and know how to find it. 

Yes maam. Madera bowed his head slightly and turned toward the airlock that 
led out to the launching pad. He showed no signs whatever of being ruffled. In 
sharp contrast, Gene was visibly anxious. 

Gene, said Captain Marks-Owens; youve apparently been eager to cooperate. 
Mr. Madera is easy to get along with but hard to please. If he commends you, I am 
satisfied that you are not a threat to us. You go on to the Tempest also and get 


some food and some rest, as you need. We cant do more until we hear from the 
Starmen or St. George. Well want you later, and youll need to be rested. 

Yes maam, said the distraught man. He turned toward the SE flagship, swallowed 
hard, and stepped toward the airlock. He ran to catch up to Madera. 

Captain Marks-Owens watched them for a moment, then turned her attention 
back to the activity of the men who were supplying the temporary power to the 
complex before her. The grandeur of the view impressed her. 

This place that seemed so menacing when we first landed is beginning to look 
a little less threatening now, she thought. Hard to believe we are aboard a runaway 
asteroid that will destroy Earth in eight days, unless we can turn it aside 
somehow. 


20: Desperation 
THE STAR RANGER sped through space toward its rendezvous point with the racing 
asteroid. Given the urgency of the situation, Zip had ordered the maximum acceleration 
that their bodies could tolerate. Mark had programmed their course to bring 
them as quickly as possible up to boarding speed with the asteroid. Having done 
that, he pored through the printed material he had taken from the asteroids power 
plant. He felt hopelessness creeping over him since he didnt know what Zimbardo 
had done to burn it out. 

Zip came over and stood near where Mark was seated with a dim lamp illuminating 
the papers in front of him. The lamp was designed to burn with a soft light 
tinged with the faintest trace of light green, to be easiest on the eyes. It was devised 
for periods of long study. 

Anything yet, Mark? Zip asked, knowing that the question was pointless. If 
Mark had found even a tiny piece of information which could be remotely con



nected to the situation on the asteroid, he would have spoken up. 

No, Zip, replied Mark. I can follow the diagrams pretty well now, and I think 
I understand how one part connects to another, but I cant envision how any part of 
it could have burned out. Ive tried to calculate how much power Zimbardo would 
have needed to generate the EMP of the size he did, but I can only guess at it. Even 
at my highest estimates, I cant see how it would burn out the power supplies of a 
huge iron asteroid that can be used as a spacecraft. All I can imagine is that much 
of the power supply of the asteroid had been shut down before. 

You mean that its reserves were not in place? 

Something like that. We have guessed that the asteroid was a huge spacecraft. 
We also know that it had been stationary and abandonedor at least unusedfor 
eons. I suspect that the asteroids full power had never been accessible to Zimbardo. 
He was able to operate life-support systems, lights, airlocks, and so forth in 
his own section without drawing much power. When he tried to power up the 
asteroid and move it out of orbit, he reached the limit of its available power. Then 
he suddenly initiated the electromagnetic pulse to fry the microwave probes, but he 
also fried his own system. But the asteroid must have more power than that to be 
able to do what it must have done in the past. You saw the power plant as well as 
I did! Did it look to you as if Zimbardo could have burned that whole thing out 


with one EMP, no matter how intense? 

Makes sense, Mark. Where, then, is the rest of the power? 

Mark looked up at Zip with a wan smile. If you want to find it, you can help 
me look through these papers, if you want. 

All right, I will, said Zip, and sat down. Mark handed him a stack of paper, 
showed Zip what to look for, and went back to his own study. 

Joe remained on the flight deck, keeping careful watch on the instruments. He 
preserved the Star Rangers course precisely so that there would be no unnecessary 
delay in meeting the runaway asteroid. Before him was a scattering of white stars 
in the blackness. A few large ones stood out. 

Mark would love this, Joe thought, but he didnt bother his friend. 

The best minds of Starlight Enterprise and Space Command had been working 
for more than twenty-four hours on the problem of diverting the runaway asteroid, 
and had not even been able to restore power. Twenty-five ships had docked inside 
the landing area, and more than 300 men were inside the facility. Some had been 
detailed to explore and take an inventory of what was found, others had been ordered 
to provide temporary light and power using portable equipment from the ships, and 
still others worked under Jesus Madera-Cruz in the desperate attempt to restore 


power to the asteroid. 

From the communications center aboard the Tempest, Mr. Madera had been in 
contact with SEs best engineers and the Starmen. SEs best hope was in the 
Starmen since they had been aboard the asteroid and had walked through its power 
plant. By electronic communication, Mark had been able to provide some of the 
plans for the power plant to Mr. Madera, but the plant was simply too large and 
too complex for the plans to be of much use. 

George St. George had given Madera the proper combination of buttons in the 
elevators to give him access to the warehouse, but even after the portable units had 
restored power to the elevators they could not deliver men to the warehouse. The 
elevators would not descend beyond a certain level since Zip had previously destroyed 
all the panels when the pirates were pursuing them. Consequently, Madera 
had had to detail men to descend manually through the shaft to the warehouse floor 
and repair the controls at the warehouse level for one elevator. That had taken 
nearly eleven hours. 

Except for one brief nap, Madera had not slept since the Tempest had landed. 
Once the elevator had been repaired, he went with about thirty men through the 
same passages that the Starmen had traversed. Since the temporary lighting and 
power had been set up only in the facility that the pirates had been using, Madera 


and his companions walked in darkness as deep as the inside of a cave. 

Madera hefted a huge but lightweight lamp for use in the power plant. To illumine 
their way through the warehouse and corridors, others carried personal flashlights. 
As they made their way through the facility, the lights they carried cleaved 
the darkness. But behind them, the absolute darkness closed up again. 

After leaving the warehouse, Madera had to use the codes the Starmen had provided 
to come to the immense power plant. Although the men had been told in 
advance what to expect, when the doors of the elevator opened, they were just as 
awed as the Starmen and miners had been when they first beheld the scene. 

Though the power plant was completely dark and silent, there was a feeling 
among the men at the elevator door that they were at the edge of vastness. Madera 
activated his lamp and shone it into the iron cavern. Its light penetrated about half 
a mile; in its cone the latticework, panels, and tubing were revealed. When Madera 
saw the extent of the plant, he smiled with deep appreciation, then encouraged the 
men to get to work. 

He assigned them to three groups. They were to spread throughout the plant and 
search for evidence of any burnout or other damage. The men went forth with 
lights, tools, and electronic equipment. Madera himself set out to study one of the 
power stations and try to learn its secrets by personal examination. 


At one end of the asteroid was the huge landing facility that Troy Putnam had 
taken over. About two-thirds of the length of the asteroid away was the port 
through which the Starmen and miners had escaped. Between was an enormous 
complex of habitable space. At the lowest level was the power plant. Above the 
power plant was an immense compound, secure from any chance encounter by 
Earthmen. Access could be given only from inside, and no Earthman would be able 
to enter by force, short of taking the entire asteroid apart. Indeed, no Earthman even 
suspected it existed. 

Inside this compound, several tall, slender, humanoid figures were working frantically 
at a panel. Endless banks of dials, screens, switches, and other electronic 
paraphernalia were set out in the huge room where they worked. The room was 
dark. Several portable lights had been set in a semi-circle around the panel where 
the figures were working. 

Conversation was minimal and quiet, barely above a murmur. Tools were requested 
and exchanged. A light was brought over and placed so as to reveal the inner 
workings of a cabinet filled with circuits and connections. 

One figure walked slowly to the far end of the room, carrying a small light. He 
passed through a doorway, traversed a short corridor, and entered an enormous 


chamber. He paced along a catwalk. The power in this room was operative. Far 
above him was an indigo sky with silver stars. A pale blue dawn was showing at 
the horizon. To his left was an extensive mirror-smooth lake in which the sky and 
stars were reflected in unutterable beauty. In the lake, trees grew in profusion. It 
appeared to be an orchard in flood time, but it was apparent that the trees grew best 
in a watery environment. Heavy, thick, almost circular leaves covered the trees. 
Fragrant white blossoms promised fruit in the next season. On the shore were numerous 
small boats for skimming and a few large ones for working in the orchard. 

The catwalk led for about a mile across one end of the lake and had several side 
passages, all on the right. At the fourth side passage, the walker turned and passed 
through an airlock. After he had come through the second door, he entered a light-
less room that gave an impression of immense spaciousness. Revealed in the 
shadow of his light were many horizontal gold and clear quartz capsules about eight 
feet long and two feet in diameter, stacked in rows. Each capsule was connected to 
cables that led into a large box. Boxes were spaced about twenty feet apart and each 
was connected to about forty capsules. 

The walker opened the top of the box and peered inside. He raised a small communicator 
to his lips and spoke into it. After receiving a reply, he reached into the 
box with a long tool. A moment later, dim lights went on in the room and a very 


low hum started up. The walker smiled broadly and closed the box. Then he retraced 
his steps. 

Captain Mary Marks-Owens woke Jesus Madera out of a deep sleep. 

Mr. Madera, she said, approaching him gently where he had fallen asleep in 
his chair. He had returned to his office and workshop aboard the Tempest to study 
some diagrams he had made in the power plant. The Star Ranger has arrived. The 
Starmen are waiting for you. 

Thank you, Captain, said Madera, lifting his head and rubbing his brown eyes. 
He ran his hand through his hair quickly, left his room, put on his helmet, and 
descended the outside ladder to the floor of the launching pad. He turned toward the 
control center and saw the Starmen on the other side of the wall. They all waved at 
him. Madera was one of the Starmens favorite acquaintances from Starlight Enterprise. 
He strode across the tarmac and passed through the airlock and hailed the 
young men. 

After he had removed his helmet and exchanged hasty preliminary greetings, he 
led them across the quad in front of the manufacturing center and through the great 
doors. 

What have you discovered? asked Mark. 


I think I can power up the computer system, but it will take a lot of energy to 
do so. I used submicroscopic robotic probes to provide detailed maps of the computer 
in the power plant, and some of the wiring, machines, and selected other 
equipment inside this amazing facility. Ive detailed men to take portable power 
packs down to the power plant and arrange them in sequence to give us enough 
power to jump-start the computer. When we do that, we ought to be able to get 
into the files you found earlier, Mark. Getting the power packs down there is not 
easy, but with dozens of men working, I estimated that we could get it hooked up 
in a couple of hours. That was the time I was taking to study some diagrams Id 
made, but instead took an involuntary catnap. 

Why didnt you enter the power plant through the hangar from which we escaped? 
asked Zip. 

We looked for the opening in the place youd indicated, but found no evidence 
of any kind that there was an airlock. We even tried locating it with radar, but the 
entrance is concealed so effectively that we could find no trace of it. We needed the 
personnel at this end, so we abandoned the search. Getting to the power plant 
through the complex here is the long way around, but we knew that we could do it 
and just couldnt take the time to look further on the surface for the shortest means 
of ingress. 


Well have to find some way to open the airlock from the outside when were 
not so rushed, responded Zip. We havent kept up with the time limit. Whatve 
we got? 

Madera sighed. If we cant move the asteroid, impact with Earth will take place 
on Thursday, September 8, at 2:33 p.m. Thats about six days from now. It will 
strike in the Atlantic Ocean just north of the West Indies. 

How much time have we got to turn it aside? 

Just a coupla days. After that time, no matter what we do the asteroid will still 
strike the Earth somewhere. But well be able to move it. 

You sound confident, Mr. Madera, said Joe turning his head briefly as the four 
of them approached the elevators. 

Dont worry, Joe, said Madera. Earth is not ready yet for its Judgment Day. 

Somehow the Starmen believed him. He was not a Starman nor a reputed scientist, 
but he was a man of deep dignity who exuded confidence and easily won the 
affections of the people around him. 

Moments later, they were at the site of the activity. The last portable power 
pack had been set up and connected to the closest console in the power plant. 

Set? asked Madera of the technician who had overseen the procedure. 

Yes sir, Mr. Madera. 


Lets go, Mark. The big Starman stepped up next to the console with Madera. 
Mark felt a bit of stage fright. Anxiety coursed through him as he suddenly realized 
that there was so little time left and that the ability to turn the asteroid aside depended 
on him. Having an audience of more than thirty men daunted him. 

It doesnt depend entirely on you, Mark, said Madera, appearing to read Marks 
mind. Now lets power up. 

Mark felt the anxiety drain away. He pressed the power button he had discovered 
before, when the Starmen had been escaping from the pirates. The computer screen 
surged into life. The men cheered, and Madera smiled. Joe stretched exultantly and 
appeared to grow two inches taller. 

Zips brow remained furrowed. He showed little emotion. For him the time to 
exult would be when the asteroid had been diverted. This was only a vital step in 
the process. There were others ahead. 

Mark kept his eyes on the screen but spoke to Mr. Madera. I have a theory, 
Mr. Madera. There must be power enough in this system, and far more than 
enough, to turn the asteroid aside. We dont need to find out what Zimbardos 
burned out. We should try to get access to the rest of the system. The diagrams I 
sent you show that there must be plenty of power. We just have to find out how to 
turn it on! 


Thats sound reasoning, Mark, nodded Madera. And probably easier than trying 
to locate whatever damage Zimbardo did. 

For some time, Mark and Madera conversed quietly as Mark flipped through file 
after file. Diagrams appeared and Marks fingers flew over the screen as he pointed 
out what he had learned while journeying on the Star Ranger. Madera nodded, and 
pointed out several connections Mark had not seen. 

Once, Madera handed a small diagnostic pack to one of the technicians and sent 
him to climb the iron latticework. The man returned in a few moments and gave a 
report. Madera nodded again and turned to Mark. 

Three hours went by. Joes eyes were drooping, but Zip was still intent, his 
eyes on Mark. 

Mark clapped his hands and turned to Madera. Madera smiled and raised his eyebrows. 
With an open hand, he gestured to the control panel. Mark nodded his 
thanks and pressed several buttons. The files changed rapidly at each new command. 
Then Mark made fists and clenched a few times as if massaging his fingers. 
Then he raised his hand and prepared to press a button off to the side of the panel. 

Suddenly he leaped back a foot, his hands lifted as if he had touched a hot surface. 
His face was white, his eyes were wide open, and he was breathing hard. His 
body was trembling as if he were deadly frightened. Zip shot forward, pushing his 


way through the crowd to reach Mark. 

What is it, Mark? Whats wrong? His voice was urgent. 

The power plantits thousands of years old! Mark wasnt looking at 
Ziphe was still looking forward, as if his eyes were being drawn to the controls. 
Pressing this button he stopped and swallowed hard, and blinked twice. Pressing 
this button is the last step in activating the rest of the power plant. It should 
give us the power we need, butbut its clear that it hasnt been activated for 
thousands of years. Theres no way to tell whether its safe. This is a complicated 
system. If something is wrong, Mark slowly turned to face Zip, If something is 
wrong, if a bolt has slipped into the wrong place, if Zimbardo bypassed a vital 
circuit somewhere, or if a conduit is stopped up anywhere, all the energy this plant 
can produce could blow back at us. The entire works could explode into a million 
pieces. 

Zip looked at the floor for an instant, then looked up again and stared directly 
into Marks eyes. Youre right, Mark; but theres no other choice. You have to do 
it. 

Marks exhaled quickly. Oh, I know, ZipI know. But as I reached out my 
hand, I had a sudden chill that our destruction was a second away. It just didnt feel 
right. And if this asteroid blows into fragments, then Earth will be peppered with 


hundreds of devastating impacts! 

Zip slowly turned and faced the silent crowd. Every face was marked with grave 
intensity. Joe stood at the back, his face drawn and tense. 

You all heard, Zip said. But you all know that we have no choice. No one 
said anything. A few men dropped their eyes and shuffled their feet. Zip turned to 
Mr. Madera in silent appeal. Madera nodded very slowly. 

Then Mark wiped both hands on his shirt and slowly reached out and pressed the 
last button. 

A distant grinding noise as of gears engaging sounded from far away. There was 
a whooshing sound as of air filling a giant bag. The grinding sound leveled off into 
a bare hum. The lights gradually came on. 

The men cheered. Mark looked relieved. The tension under which he had been 
operating quickly released. His face wrinkled up and tears began to flow down his 
cheeks. 

Then the bare hum began to build. It turned into a whine, and then into a shriek. 
The floor began to shudder. Mark wiped his eyes and stared at the screen. 

The reaction is starting, but the energy level is climbing much faster than it 
should! Somethings wrong! Somethings wrong!! 

The men began to hear small explosions. There was a popping sound as a flexi



ble tube burst a few yards away. Tinkling glass rained down in several places as 
light bulbs popped with the influx of too much energy. Mark began to flip rapidly 
through files on the screen. 

All at once a panel a hundred yards away blew out in a monstrous explosion. A 
burst of brilliant white light blinded the men momentarily. As their eyes returned 
to normal a loud hiss cut through the air and continued to build. Yellow and orange 
sparks erupted in a spectacular shower from the damaged panel. Mark turned toward 
the site with a look of panic. Without warning a connector at the panel lit up with 
a coruscating orange color. Unable to handle the power surge, it began to melt and 
fragment. In less than a second, the damage shot through the connector and came to 
where it entered the computer terminal. There was a sickening, deep brrzzz sound, 
and the screen went dark. 

Mark slumped toward the floor. Madera grabbed the Starman before he fell and 
eased him to the iron deck. Joe ran forward. 


21: The Asteroid Over Vanuatu 
ZIP was already hunched over Mark when Joe came to the front of the crowd. A few 
of the men hovered nearby, which others ran to the site of the explosion. Most 
stayed in place, looking around nervously. 

Is he? stammered Joe. 

He sustained a powerful shock, said Madera. The energy was too much for 
that panel and it backed up to the terminal here. Mark had his hand on the keyboard. 


Zip was taking Marks pulse. Marks right hand was blackened and his sleeve 
was frayed up to the elbow. His pulse is strong. I think hes just unconscious. It 
must have been quite a blow! 

Yes, it was, said Madera. I could feel the power of it just standing nearby! 
But his heart is beating strongly! Lets get him back to the Tempest where he can 
receive some care! 


What about the power? asked Joe, getting to his feet. 

Look around you, Joe, said Madera with a wave of his hand. 

Joe and Zip looked out toward the plant. 

Hey! exclaimed Joe. Its okay! Its leveled off! The shriek had diminished to 
a gentle hum once again, and the sounds of popping conduits and breaking glass 
had disappeared. What happened? 

I think that the panel over there was a huge breaker for this part of the power 
system. Mark was right. There was enormous danger in starting the plant up after 
so long. The energy surged through it and even the breaker couldnt handle it very 
well. It blew up when it couldnt handle the strain any more, and diverted the energy 
it couldnt absorb back into the terminal here. Fortunately for Mark, by that 
time there was only a little left. Madera glanced down at Mark. Hes a brave 
man. 

Yes, he is, confirmed Joe with some animation. He and Zip picked Mark up. 
With the help of two others, they carried him to the elevator. In less than a minute, 
all the men were on their way back to the control center and the Tempest. 

Within ten minutes they were back in the main hall. Through the great doors 
they could see more than two dozen spacecraft arrayed on the extensive launching 
pad. 


Mark sighed deeply, then moaned. The four men who were carrying him kept up 
the pace. Joe called out, Mark! Howre you doing? 

Mark moaned again, blinked, then opened his eyes. He stared up at the ceiling, 
appearing not to see anything. Then suddenly he began to struggle. 

Hey! Hey, whatre you doing? he cried out. Put me down! 

Easy, Mark, said Zip. You had a shock, but youll be okay!: 

Im okay now! Put me down! I have to fix the panel! Where are you taking 
me? 

Everythings fine, Mark, said Mr. Madera. The system leveled out and the 
power is back on and controlled. 

Mark sank back with another sigh. Great, he said. Put me down, though. Im 
all right. The men set him on his feet, but supported him as he wobbled, trying 
to get his balance. 

Wow! Am I tired! he said at last. Somebody help me to my bunk and wake 
me when its over. 

Ill go with you, Mark, said Joe. With Joe trying to support the larger of the 
two Starmen, the two of them walked slowly across the quad to the airlock that led 
to the launching pad. 

Were still not finished, said Madera. We have to steer the asteroid out of its 


collision course. For that, I think well need some help from an unlikely source. 

Gene, stated Zip. 

Gene, affirmed Starlight Enterprises Chief Ioneer. 

Jesus Madera reached for his communicator and asked that Gene be sent to him 
from where he was being held in the Tempest. Madera dismissed the men who had 
been with them in the power plant, then turned to the red-headed Starman. 

Im sure that Joe or even I could pilot the asteroid if we had to, but it is best 
that Gene do itbest for him. 

Of course, Mr. Madera, said Zip. I understand. 

While they waited, the Starman gazed around. Far above was the roof of the 
great chamber like an iron sky. The natural lights of the complex once again blazed 
throughout the structures. The air seemed fresher. 

He and Madera watched Gene descend the ladder and jump the last few rungs to 
the pad. Then he turned and paced quickly to the closest entrance in the great wall. 
He came through the airlock, discarded his helmet, and hurried to the small group 
that was waiting for him. 

We have restored power, said Madera. 

So I see! said Gene with a great smile. Thats terrific! Do you want me to 
pilot the asteroid away from Earth? 


Thats exactly what I want you to do. Lets go. 

The three men made their way along the corridors, hastened past open doorways, 
and took the elevator up one flight to the control center. They passed dozens of SE 
men and members of Space Command. Captain Mary Marks-Owens was supervising 
their work. 

Once in the control center, Gene took his seat at the main console, glanced at 
the Starman and the other men in the large room, then stared at the screen before 
him. He scratched his head, then placed his hands on the keyboard and activated it. 

Whew! he exclaimed a moment later. Well over 290,000 miles per hour! It 
would be better to turn this asteroid aside and pass by the Earth rather than try to 
bring it into orbit, as Zimbardo had planned at first. Were going too fast for that! 

My thoughts exactly, said Madera, seating himself on a stool next to Gene. 
Lets see how you do it. 

Gene plotted coordinates and tracked the trajectory of the runaway asteroid, then 
calculated the amount of thrust needed to pass the Earth at a safe distance. He figured 
how much he could slow the asteroid down without putting too much stress 
on the inhabitants. When he was finished, he turned to Madera. 

Okay? 

Looks right to me! 


Well, thenhere goes. Gene entered the figures into the primary guidance system 
and activated it. Tears suddenly came into his eyes. Oh, please let it be 
enough, let it be right, let it work, he whispered. 

The Starmen woke after twelve hours of sleep aboard the Star Ranger. Uncharacteristically, 
Joe was the last one up. He found a note in the washroom that read, 
Were on the Tempest. Join us for breakfast whenever youre ready. He washed 
up quickly and hastened to the SE fleet command ship. 

Readily admitted, he found his two colleagues in the dining area. Mark and Zip 
were just finishing a large platter of scrambled eggs and cheese, potatoes, freshly-
squeezed juice, and hot coffee. Ill have the same, but with tea, he announced, and 
sat down. 

Yes sir, came a voice from the galley. 

Howre you feeling this morning, Mark? asked Joe. Hows your hand? 

Couldnt feel better, Joe! Had a good sleep at last, and my hand should be 
healed in a couple of weeks. It was a second-degree burn. 

A few moments later, Gene came out carrying Joes breakfast. 

Gene! exclaimed Joe. 

Yes, Mr. Taylor. Just trying to help out a little, said the erstwhile pirate. 


He cooks as well as he pilots, said Mark. 

Were safe, then. Joe made it a statement rather than a question as he shook 
some pepper onto the steaming eggs. 

Yes, said Zip. The asteroid will sweep past the Earth in a week, missing it 
by about 50,000 miles. It will be visible for almost the whole night over the 
south Pacific, like a fast-moving star. Should be quite a sight! 

Then what? asked Joe between gulps of juice. 

Then what, what? responded Mark. 

Then where does it go? 

As Gene said yesterday, explained Zip, its moving too fast to enter an orbit 
around the Earth, so Gene steered it into a course around the sun. It will take about 
seven months to circle the sun just inside Earths orbit. Then it will catch up to 
the Earth and can easily be placed into an Earth orbit at that time. Scientists from 
Starlight Enterprise will live on it and try to learn its secrets. In fact, a ship will 
be launched from SE in a couple of days with a crew of them. Theyll intercept the 
asteroid and start the exploration right away. 

Mark continued bringing Joe up to date. The Captains got a team replacing the 
huge airlock on the surface of the asteroid, and the temporary power supply packets 
are being reloaded on the ships. Were in complete control of the asteroid now. 


Wheres Madera? 

He finally got a full sleep, then went back into the complex. He cant wait to 
find out how it all works. Hes hoping that Richard will put him in charge of the 
exploration team. 

Joe scooped a large helping of potatoes into his mouth, then talked around it to 
ask, Well, when do we leave? 

Im excited about this place, and would like to explore a bit myself, said Zip, 
but more than anything, Id like to go home. We can leave any time we want to. 

Id like to see Mr. Madera one more time before we go, and then take off for 
home. 

A day later, the Star Ranger was well on its way to Amundsen City. The Star-
men were relaxed, seated comfortably at a small table in the lounge, with the ship 
on automatic pilot. The strains of Bachs Little Fugue filled the ship. 

Joe asked, Is that the disk Montezuma Vly gave us? 

No, said Mark. That was destroyed when Lather melted the Vigilant Warrior. 
This is just part of our standard library. Beautiful piece. But I sure wish we hadnt 
lost that disk Montezuma gave us. What a tragedy! 

Yes, well, Vly did say that we could visit him again. Maybe hell give us an



other.

 Id like to see him again, but not for a while. I dont want to leave home for a 
long time! 

At the end of their journey, the Star Ranger touched down gently on the tarmac 
at Amundsen Base, near the south pole of the Moon on the edge of the largest city 
in the Earth-Moon systemAmundsen City, with over eight million inhabitants. 
The Starmen debarked from their ship, crossed the field and entered the airlock that 
led into the receiving area. Through the second door, they could see an enormous 
crowd. 

Man! This place is jammed! said Joe. Ive never seen so many people here! 
As air filled the airlock, the Starmen removed their helmets and tucked them under 
their arms. Moments later they entered the public terminal. A roar went up from 
hundreds of voices. 

Whats this? yelled Mark to Zip and Joe. He could barely make himself heard 
above the clamor. 

Look! cried out Zip. Our families! With a big smile on his face, he pointed 
to the front of the crowd. There were the boys parentsAllen and Elizabeth Foster 
with Zips eight-year old sister, Kathy; Keith and Barbara Seaton; and Charlie and 
Laura Taylor. All were smiling hugely. 


Wow! exclaimed Mark. All these people are here for us! 

Although the crowd was being kept behind a light barrier of stanchions and ribbons, 
as soon as the Starmen came through the airlock, Zips sister Kathy ducked 
under the ribbon and ran toward them. 

David, David! she yelled. When she was still a few feet away from her brother, 
she leaped and flew into his welcoming arms. David, I missed you! she cried, 
snuggling her head into his shoulder. I was so worried! 

Zip smelled the little girls hair and realized how much he loved her and his 
home. A lump came into his throat and he unexpectedly burst into tears, kissed her 
forehead and her cheek, and whispered, Oh, Kathy, I missed you too, even more 
than I knew. 

Zips mother Elizabeth had the same red hair that he had, while his father Allen 
had dark hair, now turning a dignified salt-and-pepper. But Kathy had inherited the 
best of both hair colors. Her deep maroon hair shone with health. Zip picked her 
up and she wrapped her arms around his neck; then, pressing his cheek to hers, 
they came to where their parents were waiting for him. Joe and Mark, neither of 
whom had any brothers or sisters, were already greeting their parents. 

On the evening of September 9, the asteroid streaked through the night sky, 


drawing the awed attention of people all over the planet. It was best seen from the 
island of Vanuatu in the south Pacific from just after dusk to the hour before dawn 
when its glow was overwhelmed by the dawnlight. Had the asteroid not been controlled, 
September 9 would have been the first of the last days of life on Earth. 

The day after, the President presided at a worldwide celebration in honor of the 
Starmena celebration to honor them for their critical role in freeing Mars from 
the clutches of the pirates. The celebration had been postponed when the greatest 
threat ever to menace the Earth was engineered by Lurton Zimbardo, and then 
turned aside. 

The Starmen were the subjects of many award ceremonies, dinners and receptions, 
interviews, and parades. With them were Richard Starlight, Robert Nolan, 
Jesus Madera-Cruz, and others who had been instrumental in freeing the Earth from 
destruction. The three Starmen were delighted to see Steve Cliff again, for he was 
honored along with them for the part he had played in the liberation of Mars. Jack 
and Jill were also invited, but preferred to remain on the Moon out of the limelight. 


The highlight of the celebration was a ceremony on the grounds of the capital in 
New Washington, when the President presented medals to the Starmen for their 
valor. The medals had been fashioned from plates in the Gloria, the spaceship that 


had taken Lee High Eagle to Mars in 2014, the first spaceship to carry human beings 
to another planet. 

When it was all over, the Starmen returned to their homes in Amundsen City 
for a long and much-needed time of rest. 

One afternoon, they were in Richard Starlights office. Richard had not had an 
opportunity to hear the Starmens entire story from beginning to end. He had invited 
them to join him, John Rwakatare, Robert Nolan, and Beowulf Denn for a 
relaxing afternoon so that the top four leaders of Starlight Enterprise and Nolan 
Mining Enterprise could hear firsthand the complete tale of the Starmens adventures. 


Tea and coffee were provided in a luxurious silver service that had been in Richards 
family for generationsone of the few heirlooms that had been preserved 
through the Collapse. On the silverware was engraved the letter R, the only clue 
to Richards surname that still existed. Nearly a century earlier, before founding 
Starlight Enterprise Richards father Thomas had changed his name to Starlight 
and destroyed all records that spoke of his past. 

After the three Starmen had finished recounting their adventures, no one spoke 
for a long time. Joe poured himself a fresh cup of tea. Most of them gazed out of 
the panoramic window at the desolate beauty of the lunar landscape. 


At length Richard said, Starmen, youve had some exciting adventures, and in 
them youve gained something valuable and lasting: you are now a team. Youve 
learned how to work together, how to think like Starmen and act like Starmen. 
Youre experienced, proven Starmen now! You managed to escape from the 
clutches of the most dangerous, crazed maniac our century has ever seen. And 
youve had contact, however fleeting, with the second intelligent extra-terrestrial 
race that Earth has metcertainly ahead of the Titanians and far ahead of us! 

But as far as Starmans work goes, keep in mind that your adventures were the 
exception, not the rule. I know youve got exciting careers ahead, all three of you! 
Youre three brilliant Starmen and youre a credit to Starlight Enterprisebut your 
next adventure could be as unglamorous as mapping geological samples in the 
canyons of Mercury. 

What will happen to Gene? asked Mark. 

He will be tried with the rest of the pirates. His assistance in turning the asteroid 
aside and the intercession of Jesus Madera will probably stand him in good 
stead when his sentence is pronounced. 

What of the aliens aboard the asteroid, sir? 

Well, maybe theyre still there and maybe theyre not. We saw no trace of them 
after your first encounter. My guess is that there were just the two of them, maybe 


a few more, and that they departed from the asteroid about the time you did. We 
have plenty of time now to explore the entire asteroid, and if theyre there, well 
find them; and if not, well find whatever traces there are to be found! 

But Richard was wrong. Nothing and no one on Earth had the capability of finding 
and entering the inner sanctum on the asteroid. The revelation of the alien inhabitants 
would come only if and when the aliens wished it, and even Richard Starlight 
could not determine or predict when that might be. 

Zip said, But its not over yet, is it, sir? Whatever or whoever the aliens were 
afraid of hasnt even been identified, much less overcome. And there are still six 
pirates who havent been captured. Zimbardo is still free and we havent any idea 
where he is. And the independent smugglers that Gene told us about disappeared 
without a trace. 

Richard suddenly looked serious. Youre right, Zipand theres still the matter 
of how Zimbardo knew our plans. Somewhere in our organization he has an 
allyat least one. 

Wulf Denn set his coffee cup down carefully and remarked, But for now, things 
are peaceful. There is no danger anywhere, and no sign of any threatand the 
amazing asteroid is ours to explore! 

Right you are, agreed Rock, and there are many secrets it can reveal to us. 


Time enough for us to face tomorrows dangers tomorrow. 

The Starmen were comforted. If even Rock was not on guard, they felt free to relax. 


What will you do now? asked Robert Nolan. 

Well sir, said Mark. Davids uncle and aunt have invited all of us to go their 
farm in West Virginiaour parents and Davids sister, toofor a long vacation. I 
love the stars, but frankly, spending time in the woods and fields, eating home-
cooked meals at a large table with fifteen or so people, and sitting in front of a 
fireplace appeals to me more than I can say! 

I dont blame you! laughed Robert. 

But dont get too comfortable, warned Richard, with a chuckle. Something 
will come along before too long! 

Maybe mapping geological samples in the canyons of Mercury, suggested 
Joe. 

Maybe, said Richard. 

A little more than two months later, as the Seatons, Taylors, and Fosters prepared 
to celebrate Thanksgiving dinner on the farm, the Tartarus was speeding 
through the void. 


Weve just passed the orbit of Neptune, sir, announced the pilot. 

Thank you, Mr. Gebbeth. Were making good time. Those who had seen Lurton 
Zimbardo in his last hours aboard the runaway asteroid would have been surprised 
to learn that he could be a patient man. As he had done almost obsessively 
since he had fled the asteroid, he sorted through his thoughts. 

Hundreds of us reduced to dozens, and then dozens reduced to this handful of 
six. The Superiors promised me power once I had obtained for them the access 
codes to Earths primary systems. Access codes! Thats all they wanted, and Earth 
was to be mine for payment! I did my best! But now I will appeal to them directly 
and they will push these Starmen aside without mercy! 

THE END 

In the next book of the chronicles of the Starmen, JOURNEY TO THE 
TENTH PLANET, the threat to Earth will take new form. In the dark reaches 
beyond the orbit of Pluto, in the near-absolute zero of space, the Starmen will finally 
encounter the overwhelming power of the true enemies of Earth. 


Certain words used by George St. George are part of the backwoods culture of 
Davy Crockett, and come from the nineteenth century. 

absquatulate depart, run away 
exflunct exhaust, beat thoroughly 
obflisticated bewildered, confused 
ramsquaddle demolish 
ripstaver a first-rate person or thing 
slantindicular in a slanting direction 

Future volumes in the Starman series will 

 Bring Earthmen face-to-face with Zimbardos Superiors 
 Relate how the pirates are brought to their last stand 
 Introduce the spine-tingling new villain, Banjoman 
 Describe flilox, the new threat to Mars 
 Reveal the thrilling secret of the pirates asteroid 

Heres just a sample of action from the next Starman book, 
JOURNEY TO THE TENTH PLANET: 

The long journey was coming to an end. Pluto was about three and a half billion 
miles from Earth, and the tenth planet was more than two billion miles farther 
than thatbut coming closer. Its figure-eight orbit around the brown dwarf star 
Nemesis made it unique in the Solar System. 

Now the Starventure was close enough that the tenth planet could be seen with 
the unaided eye. Everyone aboard was positioned at a window in the great cabin 
just behind the pilots console to view the bi-stellar wanderer. 

For moments no one said anything. The planet had been thoroughly described to 
all of them, but no scientific description, no matter how accurate, could have prepared 
them for the actuality. 

It looks as if it is made out of charcoal, whispered Joe finally. 

Or obsidian, contributed Mark in a subdued voice. 

Before long, Joe brought the ship into a low orbit around the tenth planet. Over 
4,000 miles in diameter, it was everywhere foreboding, sapping the spirit out of 


whoever looked upon it. The Starmen themselves were depressed at the sight. 

Only about 20% of the planets surface was anything near smooth, and the 
smooth parts were scattered into many different, small areas. More than half the 
terrain was comprised of jagged planes of crystallized material, heaped together as if 
at random. The planet was covered with sharp points and razor-thin ridges, scarred 
with tortuous narrow canyons, and marked with pits and shadowsdarkness upon 
darkness. 

Surface temperature? asked Zip. 

Minus 342 degrees, just as Dr. O said, answered Mark. As we expected, it 
has no atmosphere. Whatever atmosphere it has is frozen on the surface of the 
planet. 

A man behind them choked. The fear in the room was palpable. There was no 
logical reason for it, but the Starmen wouldnt quibble with the crew members. 

I dont want to go down there, said another in a hushed tone. 

Now that the great ship had attained orbit, the time had come for Zip to announce 
the name of the tenth planet. The name had been chosen months earlier by 
Dr. O who had discovered it, and therefore had the right to determine how it would 
be known throughout history. 

Without any preamble, Zip retrieved the sealed envelope from the Starventures 


safe. As he did so, the men gathered around him. He turned and faced the crew. 
Glancing into their faces, he could almost feel their apprehension. 

Its only a planet, he said, trying to sound normal. Its just stone and ice 
such as weve seen in many other places of the Solar System. He tore open the 
envelope, unfolded the paper that was inside it, and stared at what Dr. O had written. 


Well? asked Joe. 
The planets name is Nyx. Dr. O named it after the Roman goddess of night. 
And somewhere down there we expect to find Lurton Zimbardo, declared Joe, 


more a statement than a question. He glanced almost casually out of the window 

again. Suddenly he stiffened. 
Whats that? he exclaimed. 
Whats what? cried out Mark. Everyone rushed to the windows once again. 
I saw a glint, down there, just beyond that high ridge. Its gone now. 
Check the video feed, ordered Zip. Instantly the cabin was filled with excite


ment. 


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