Part 7 (1/2)
”On questions concerning the power-deck operations, he was letter perfect--”
”And on the others? Astrogation and control deck?”
”He just skimmed by. But even where the problem involved fuel, power, supply of energy, he offered some very practical answer to the problem.”
She smiled. ”Astro is as much an artist on that power deck as Liddy Tamal doing Juliet in the stereos.”
”Yes,” mused Strong. ”And Corbett is the same on the control deck. Good instinctive intelligence. That boy soaks up knowledge like a sponge.”
”Facile mind--quick to grasp the essentials.” She smiled again. ”Seems to me I remember a few years back when a young lieutenant successfully put down a mutiny in s.p.a.ce, and at his promotion to captain, the citation included the fact that he was quick to grasp the essentials.”
Strong grinned sheepishly. A routine flight to t.i.tan had misfired into open rebellion by the crew. Using a trick picked up in ancient history books of sea-roving pirates in the seventeenth century, he had joined the mutiny, gained control of the s.h.i.+p, sought out the ring-leaders and restored discipline.
”And Manning,” asked Strong. ”What about Manning?”
”One of the hardest, brightest minds I've come across in the Academy. He has a brain like a steel trap. He never misses.”
”Then, do you think he's acting up because Corbett is the nominal head of the unit? Does he feel that he should be the command cadet in the control deck instead of Corbett?”
”No,” replied Dr. Dale. ”Not at all. I'm sure he intentionally missed problems about control deck and command in his cla.s.sification test. He concentrated on astrogation, communications and signal radar. He wanted to be a.s.signed to the radar deck. And he turned in the best paper I've ever read from a cadet to get the post.”
Strong threw up his hands. ”Then what is it? Here we have a unit, on paper at least, that could be number one. A good combination of brains, experience and knowledge. Everything that's needed. And what is the result? Friction!”
Suddenly a buzzer sounded, and on Steve Strong's desk a small teleceiver screen glowed into life. Gradually the stern face of Commander Walters emerged.
”Sorry to disturb you, Steve. Can you spare me a minute?”
”Of course, Commander,” replied Strong. ”Is anything wrong?”
”Very wrong, Steve. I've been looking over the daily performance reports on Unit 42-D.”
”Dr. Dale and I have just been discussing that situation, sir.” A relieved expression pa.s.sed over the commander's face.
”Good! I wanted to get your opinions before I broke up the unit.”
”No, sir!” said Strong quickly. ”Don't do that!”
”Oh?” replied the commander. On the screen he could be seen settling back in his chair.
”And why not?”
”Well, Joan--er--Dr. Dale and myself feel that the boys of Unit 42-D make it potentially the best in the Academy--if they stay together, sir.”
Walters considered this for a moment and then asked thoughtfully, ”Give me one good reason why the unit shouldn't be washed out.”
”The academy needs boys like this, sir,” Steve answered flatly. ”Needs their intelligence, their experience. They may be a problem now, but if they're handled right, they'll turn out to be ace s.p.a.cemen, they'll--”
The commander interrupted. ”You're pretty sold on them, aren't you, Steve?”