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Authors include:W. Wells Show book. The break-in is daring enough, but their method shreds the magical wards and protections on the building like confetti paper. Computer, personal message to Captain Quinton E. Carver, Galactic Space Command. Hi Dad. Hi Mom. Hi Billy, Richie, Andy and Jimmy, if you're there. If you're seeing this, then I didn't make it. It's New Year's Day, I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas.

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A problem with the escape pod retrorocket failed to keep me near the ship's explosion site, so rescue has become— improbable. I'm about to use one of the onboard stasis chambers because I don't know how long it will take Space Command to find me. I still have more than four months of emergency rations left, but it doesn't make sense to stay awake any longer, so I'll just sleep until found.

I don't regret my decision to join Space Command and, while I'd hoped for a longer tenure, I'm proud to have served the Galactic Alliance. I want you to know how much I love all you guys, and I—— Jenetta had to pause for a second to swallow the lump in her throat. She smiled sadly and kissed the forefinger and middle finger of her right hand, pressing them to the video lens before saying, Computer, end message. Damn, she said with difficulty as she again tried to swallow the lump in her throat.

With a trembling hand, she wiped at the tears that had begun to trickle down her face halfway through the message. I didn't want them to see me cry.


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She sniffed to clear her sinuses and considered re-taping the message but realized she wouldn't be able to hold back the tears any better on subsequent recordings. In fact, it might be far worse now that she was caught up in the emotion of the moment. It's not easy to say farewell to the people you love. After initiating the process to lower a stasis chamber from its storage position against the starboard wall, Jenetta removed her clothes and reduced the pod's gravity to one-tenth normal. While also reducing the drain on the pod's power cells, the greatly reduced gravity in the pod would place less stress on her body during stasis.

As the bed locked down onto the deck, she wiggled into an elasticized, skintight stasis suit, taking extra care with the plumbing connections so they would perform properly during her sleep. When the fit was right, she raised the cover of the chamber and climbed into the coffin-like enclosure. After connecting the harness that would keep her sleeping form from shifting around inside the chamber should the gravity fail, she connected the suit's electronic sensors to the bed's monitors and its plumbing connections to the polyvinyl hoses that disappeared into the bed's base.

With the hookups complete, she pressed the system button to test the plumbing seals. This was the part of the process she dreaded most and she winced as the suction pulled the suit ever tighter between her legs until the green light winked on, indicating the seal was complete. Her final preparation was to insert the mouthpiece and seal the large transparent facial mask to the hood of the stasis suit, then activate the respiration process.

The young GSC ensign sighed, took a sad look around, lay down with the framed picture of her family clutched tightly to her chest, and pressed the button that would close and seal the chamber's transparent cover before beginning the stasis process. An almost imperceptible hissing sound as the colorless gas filled the mask would be the last thing her mind recorded as she slipped into unconsciousness. Born into a large family at a time when most couples only sought to complicate their busy lives with one offspring, her young life had been devoted to following in the footsteps of her father and four older brothers, all of whom had graduated from that venerable institution in Missouri, USNA.


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  8. Their Nordic ancestry patently obvious despite an anglicized name, each of the Carver children aspired to become an officer in the Galactic Space Command like their often-absent father. William, seven years Jenetta's senior, had been the first of the children to enter the Academy, followed by Richard one year later, then Andrew and James, the twins, two years after that. In fervent pursuit of the academic standards established by her older brothers, Jenetta graduated with top honors in her class at the advanced scientific preparatory school where she had enrolled as an alternative to the regular high school that most children on the Space Command base attended.

    But graduating with top honors doesn't mean quite as much when older siblings also graduated with top honors. She was so focused on earning even a small degree of respect and admiration from her brothers that she cared little for her academic standing among fellow students; however, being the youngest and smallest of five in a household overflowing with testosterone-pumped energy provided little opportunity for sibling acclaim. Although her scholastic record virtually assured that she would excel at the space academy, her years there were difficult.

    People who knew her well traced her problems back to one early, embarrassing incident, but it was actually only the capstone on a juvenile life filled at times with feelings of consummate inadequacy at home. Nevertheless, during their first semester, cadets were expected to partially disassemble and rebuild one without help while encased in an extravehicular activities suit. More commonly referred to as EVA suits, the cumbersome garments allowed people to work and function in a zero gravity, zero atmosphere environment.

    The O'Connell Power-Cell Regeneration Unit was an integral and critically important part of every spaceship, large and small, and every officer in Space Command must be able to repair one in the event of its failure.

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    A worst-case scenario would have the unit located in a part of the ship that had lost both atmosphere and gravity. Situated around a single, third-floor classroom, each of the Academy's four, three-story-high zero gravity labs shared a common window with that room, permitting students to watch their fellows perform the lab exercise. After each group of four students had completed an exercise, and had had their work graded, technicians moved in to reset the power units to their former non-functioning condition.

    Jenetta was among the final group of four on the day of her test.

    She had waited nervously all afternoon for her turn to come as one by one the other students suited up and entered one of the four lab chambers. Having studied the OPCR manual intensely for the past month, Jenetta had committed every component of the unit to memory, much as a medical student memorizes the bones of the human body. When her turn finally arrived, lab assistants helped her into a bulky space suit and then shoved her through the door of the lab.

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    Although the OPCR was visible from the classroom's observation window, coming face to face with it from ground level was a bit overwhelming. The ten-meter-high device loomed ominously above her as she stood looking up at the behemoth from less than a meter away and her task seemed suddenly more daunting. As the gravity in the lab reached zero, Jenetta, trying to sound more confident than she felt, announced that she was ready to begin the exercise.

    Using the suit's maneuvering jets, she nervously jockeyed into position near the top of the large unit and attached a self-retracting tether strap from her maintenance harness. Special tools clipped to her belt allowed her to begin removing the covers from the unit's control panel. Twice losing her grip on a tool and then having to un-tether and chase it clumsily around the lab until she caught it, she could see her classmates laughing at her predicament from the third-floor classroom.

    When at last the control unit was laid open for maintenance access, Jenetta attached the test monitor and proceeded to replace the ruined circuit rods as quickly as possible from the replacement kit strapped to her right leg. She had completed the repairs and was about to close the covers when the five-minute warning timer sounded. In a desperate effort to finish in time, she began furiously bolting the covers into place.

    With time almost exhausted, she reconnected the power cables and shoved off from the unit. Zipping down to ground level, she was just in time to depress the button on the wall that would stop the clock before time expired. Only two seconds remained. As technicians restored gravity in the lab, she sank heavily to the deck, breathing a grateful sigh of relief that she had managed to complete the exercise without incurring a time penalty. The same lab assistants who'd helped her don the clumsy suit assisted her in its removal when she exited the lab.

    Once free of the garment, she hurried along to the classroom where Professor Hubera waited impatiently to grade the last four lab exercises of the day. Now in his mid-sixties, Hubera had long ago misplaced his sense of humor, if he ever had one, and a permanent scowl defined the pallid face beneath a thick mat of silver-white hair. He preferred that students call him Professor, rather than use his official Space Command rank of Captain.

    Moving as a group to each window overlooking a lab, the class watched intently as Hubera remotely applied power to the device just serviced while monitoring its output. During the afternoon, a couple of the units had failed to function and another couple produced only partial power, but no one was prepared for what happened when power was applied to the unit Jenetta had serviced.