A door at one end of the tubular chamber that housed the space-boat opened. In a moment the little craft glided gracefully out into the open.
He looked longingly at the emergency space-boat hugging close to the hull of its mother ship.
The space boat turned, beginning the graceful curve that would bring it alongside the spheroid.
Raff Orethon, strapped in the wrecked cabin of his spaceboat, was dimly aware of the words that clicked faintly in the etherphones of his oxygen helmet.
Three minutes later the little spaceboat pulled out from the side of the cruiser. Designed for expeditionary work and tool-carrying rather than as an escapecraft, it was not inclosed. It would carry men in spacesuits, with their tools and weapons, and they could breathe from its tanks instead of from their suits, and use its power and so conserve their own.
At a mere fraction of the velocity of light—Ray thought of the consequences of hitting a planet when going faster than light, and wished he hadn’t—the spaceboat moved around Alpha A.
An extremely wealthy man, he was serving as General Director at a salary of a dollar a year. He was an ardent sportsman; he owned his own space-boat; he enjoyed cooking and serving little dinners of viands imported from distant worlds.
‘So you’re Juniper,’ she boomed, storming into my trim office and nearly upending the chrome-steel desk in her eagerness to lean across it and shake her spaceboat fist in my face.
Raymond Z. Gallun
Last modified 2021-01-11 22:57:15
In the compilation of some entries, HDSF has drawn extensively on corresponding entries in OED.