The Runaway Asteroid | Page 6

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 Starman 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 Zip's leadership.
Joe continued to relate his observations. "I've scanned as far as the instruments can reach, and there's just nothing out there in any direction-except the Earth ships, of course. They should be here in about three hours."
"No debris?"
"No, Zip. I've 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 that's 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. What's there to worry about?"
"I just like completion. That ship we were chasing carried the last of the pirates from Mars, and I'd just feel a lot better if there were some debris, some evidence that they hadn't escaped."
"Zip," came a deep voice from the lounge next to the flight deck, "there's 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 happened-and that's never."
"Sure, Steve," answered Zip, raising his voice. "I know. But I don't like it."
"You'll probably be uneasy most of your life then. C'mon, be like me. Lie down, relax, take a nap. You've 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 can't do anything more."
Zip didn't 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, it's dinnertime." Steve's 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.
"What's going on?"
"You've been out almost four hours. Figured I'd 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."
"Coffee's 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 fresh-and 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. "What's 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. We've been under way almost an hour." Zip nodded.
"Mark says there's more and wants to talk to you whenever you're 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