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Fantascience Digest, v. 2, issue 5, July-September, 1939
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Page 6 FANTASCIENCE DIGEST "Yes. Marooned!" "No, not entirely, Jon. Just one of us." "Oh, what are you talking about The rocket's stuck-----" "Yes, the ship's fats enough in the ground, I'll admit. But as Plus-Commander of Fleet, old Zak had to teach me a few things not given Sub-Commanders to know. He taught me, for one thing, how to use a Y-rod as a propulsor. We've got enough gretite cartridges -- between us -- for one of us to blast out oas far as the fleet base between Agemmon and Llyria." "You mean------?" "Sure!" Rey rejoined. "Zak got the formula down by experimentation. By firing alternate double expulsions and alternate single cartridges, you can get enough push from a dozen cartridges to clear your way out of the troposphere. In free space you'll follow the ether drift opposite any direction you make a final charge. In landing, you use the same system we employ ordinarily." He reached into his side pouch and produced his gretite cartridges. "Here, Jon. Take these. After we've explored the city you can take a chance on reaching the base. Once there, you can send back a ship to pick me up. Sorry there's not enough cartridges for the both of us, but these were all Zak could smuggle for me." Jon drew back quickly. "What do you mean? You're the one to go! Why, the man that stays here dies of suffocation. There's no chance of persuading a ship to come near this place -- at least, not until this myth about Ammok's sacred brain is dissolved, and that will take months!" His superior shook his head in exasperation. "I was afraid you'd take it that way, Jon. No, a Plus-Commander crashes with his ship -- you know that. You're the one to return to Llyria, not.I! Besides, I'll be on the Threshold of Execution in another circuit if I am found to be Jared's friend. You must save yourself, Jon." "Not my life for your's, Rey." This argument might have continued for some time, both men being of the same mind regarding the sacrificing of the other for personal safety, but Rey brought it to a halt by motioning toward the city. "Come on, let's explore. We'l talk over this silly martyrdom later." He elevated his Y-rod and flew toward the massive metropolis visible in the distance. Jon had no choice but to follow. Swiftly they traversed the space between the wrecked space-ship and the city, and dropped like stones, at terrific speed, toward a vast cathedral-like building at the hub of uninhabited Rifla. Legend was again proved to be truth, for this ancient place had always been said to be laid out like wheel, with the palace and buildings of state centrally located.
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Page 6 FANTASCIENCE DIGEST "Yes. Marooned!" "No, not entirely, Jon. Just one of us." "Oh, what are you talking about The rocket's stuck-----" "Yes, the ship's fats enough in the ground, I'll admit. But as Plus-Commander of Fleet, old Zak had to teach me a few things not given Sub-Commanders to know. He taught me, for one thing, how to use a Y-rod as a propulsor. We've got enough gretite cartridges -- between us -- for one of us to blast out oas far as the fleet base between Agemmon and Llyria." "You mean------?" "Sure!" Rey rejoined. "Zak got the formula down by experimentation. By firing alternate double expulsions and alternate single cartridges, you can get enough push from a dozen cartridges to clear your way out of the troposphere. In free space you'll follow the ether drift opposite any direction you make a final charge. In landing, you use the same system we employ ordinarily." He reached into his side pouch and produced his gretite cartridges. "Here, Jon. Take these. After we've explored the city you can take a chance on reaching the base. Once there, you can send back a ship to pick me up. Sorry there's not enough cartridges for the both of us, but these were all Zak could smuggle for me." Jon drew back quickly. "What do you mean? You're the one to go! Why, the man that stays here dies of suffocation. There's no chance of persuading a ship to come near this place -- at least, not until this myth about Ammok's sacred brain is dissolved, and that will take months!" His superior shook his head in exasperation. "I was afraid you'd take it that way, Jon. No, a Plus-Commander crashes with his ship -- you know that. You're the one to return to Llyria, not.I! Besides, I'll be on the Threshold of Execution in another circuit if I am found to be Jared's friend. You must save yourself, Jon." "Not my life for your's, Rey." This argument might have continued for some time, both men being of the same mind regarding the sacrificing of the other for personal safety, but Rey brought it to a halt by motioning toward the city. "Come on, let's explore. We'l talk over this silly martyrdom later." He elevated his Y-rod and flew toward the massive metropolis visible in the distance. Jon had no choice but to follow. Swiftly they traversed the space between the wrecked space-ship and the city, and dropped like stones, at terrific speed, toward a vast cathedral-like building at the hub of uninhabited Rifla. Legend was again proved to be truth, for this ancient place had always been said to be laid out like wheel, with the palace and buildings of state centrally located.
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