We secured into orbit and made our way to the main deck. It was the
first time in well over a year that all the men were there together,
the first time since the commissioning ceremony. I remember now that
I thought for a brief instant of how few of the men I had actually
spoken more than several words with, how taut and almost mechanical
this entire trip had been, how the crew held a common bond as in other
ships, but not of friendship as on other ships on which I had served.
Here it was an alliance against the unknown. The unknown, represented
not so much by Aldebaran IX, but by Captain Kingsford.
He entered the main deck through the hatch from the officers' quarters
and all motion and sound among the crew stopped. He walked silently to
the center of the deck, nodded briefly at me, and turned to face the
men.
"Here are the facts on Aldebaran IX as I know them. The assays
performed on the ore I brought back display a potential yield of
almost ninety percent pure uranium. Ninety percent, gentlemen. You
are, I am sure, aware of what this can mean for every last one of
us. The extraction of this ore amounts to little more than erecting
loaders on almost any site, and automatic conveyors to the refinery
we will assemble for reducing the ore to a pure state. Our reaction
engineers will then convey the element through the reaction process by
which we will return to Earth with a hold filled with true plutonium.
This is almost an automatic procedure and can be accomplished with an
absolute minimum of operational difficulty. You will ask, then, why
I requisitioned a manifest of so large a crew. The answer to this is
precaution.
"There is a manner of animal life on Aldebaran IX which it is necessary
that we subdue. It is a form of flying animal, quite large, which feeds
through a suction action, ingesting matter with tremendous force, as
it flies. This action not only nourishes the beast, it also forms the
fuel for the ejection of waste gases that are its power for flight,
jet propulsion, in essence. The animal is omnivorous, quite fast in
flight, and leaves an area barren in its trail. It also defies all
manner of remote observation. It came upon us in the Essex completely
by surprise, though all our scanners and force beams were activated.
It was the cause of the death of the entire crew. I alone was inside
the Essex at the time. I escaped with the mere loss of an eye. How I
managed to be the one to survive I cannot say. Perhaps it was fated
that way. But, gentlemen, had we been prepared, had we been firmly
entrenched and adequately armed, this beast would have presented no
threat at all. We were not prepared then. Now we are. You are probably
all familiar with the arsenal manifest. It was for this reason that I
ordered the arms we now have on board.
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