Super Trick or Treat System

I admit that I am very tempted. John Hansen, the commander of the El Tak special patrol ship, shared a great deal of responsibility in natural curiosity, adventurous spirit and explorer's desire. But at the same time, the discipline there is as strict and ruthless as the passage of time.

Leaving the starboard side of our route: we are going to re-equip and head towards the port, we have already swayed in this direction. The ongoing study has given us a close schedule of Latitude.

"I'm afraid this will not be possible, Mr. Corey," I said, shaking my head. "Of course, we will report it immediately, and maybe we will get an order to investigate. In this case,"

"No!" interrupted him enthusiastically. "They will send a group of dizzy scientists and dozens of laboratory personnel to analyze and test it, and their entire chaos will cause thousands of words to write an article about the expedition. No one will read articles. I know."

"Well, we hope you are wrong." I said, knowing in my heart that he was completely right. "Let her continue her current course, sir."

"Of course, sir!" Corey snapped. Then, we bend over together, looking at the old-fashioned hooded TV disk, silently and regretfully gazing at the continent we see, and, although it is full of people’s interest and adventure, we must put them aside and take instead Routine actions. The sub-base is in.

I think both of us are willing to pay for our lives for many years to turn our noses straight, but we got the order, and in the military at the time, the officer did not question his order.

Wandering around the base like a tenacious child. Kincaid and I tried to cheer him up, while El Tak’s young third-class soldier Hendrix tried in vain to lure Corey inside.

"I just want to know," Corey insisted, "has there been any change in the order? You passed the news to the base, didn't you, sir?"

"Yes. All those who come back are the usual "confirmation". No comments." Coley murmured, and walked to stare at the Albanian working on El Tak. Kinkade shrugged and shook his head.

He commented: "Sir, he likes to take action." Kincaid is my second adjutant. A cool-headed, quick-witted combatant, and an officer wearing blue and silver uniforms as always. "I just hope, news for you, sir." He said that an Albanian climbed up from behind in an orderly manner and attracted attention.

"Sir, you were wanted in the broadcasting room immediately," said orderly.

"Very good." I nodded, paying tribute to Kinkade. "Maybe we will change the order after all."

I followed him closely, along the wide corridor of the administration building all the way to the broadcasting room, and followed him. The commander of Alpen base was waiting there, talking seriously with the operator.

"Bad news, Commander." He said when I entered the room. "We just received a report from the passenger ship that she was in a desperate situation. At the insistence of the passengers, the ship was in contact and could not leave. She was attacked by one or several monsters. Among them-the information was very confusing. I think maybe you want to report this to yourself."

"Yes. Thank you, sir. Operator, please raise the base immediately!"

That? That was the largest liner we talked about the day before, and I saw the New World rise above the endless water. I know that ship; she carried about 1,800 passengers, and seventy-five soldiers and officers. Beside her, El Tak is a dwarf. It seems impossible that a large and powerful ship may get into trouble. however-

"Base, sir." The operator held the radio menu to me.

I put the instrument on my head.

"John Hanson, the commander of the special patrol ship issued a special report."

"Report, Commander Hansen" automatically issued basic operator orders.

"The character has just received a passenger ship from the sub-base. It was previously reported to have made contact with the place where it landed on the new continent. The liner report itself is in serious difficulties. The exact nature is undecided, but apparently due to hostilities, there is no activity. Will wait for instructions. "

"Confirmed. Commander Hansen's report will be submitted to Commander immediately. Standby."

I removed the radio menu and signaled to the operator to restore his watch.

At that time, radio communication was still in its infancy. Several people commented on the chronicles of my previous special patrol. They asked, "But, Commander Hansen! Why didn't you just broadcast for help?" Like a young man who forgot, things will not always be like today. such.

The sending device, for example, can be at the best for a journey in any direction for more than a day, and then only imperfect. The method of conveying ideas via radio instead of symbols or words has been introduced, but it was a few years before I joined the service. It must be remembered that I am an old man, and what he writes is what happened before most of today’s world was born—I am writing about the adventures of people who have embarked on the greatest age to a large extent.

"Base, sir." The operator said after a while, and I quickly slid onto the radio menu.

"Commander John Hansen, stand by." I fired at an operator at the base. "Have you ordered?"

"An order to Captain John Hanson, the commander of the special patrol ship" caused the operator to issue a mental drone. "The commander instructed to go to the reported difficulty site immediately and take any necessary steps to alleviate the difficulty. I will repeat these orders," he drove through them a second time.

"Understand the order. The results of our operations will be reported as soon as possible." I tore off the radio menu and hurriedly left the room, explaining to the base commander as I walked.

Standing by and talking, when I approached, they both looked around quickly and hopefully.

"What's the matter, sir?" Ke Lei asked, reading the news on my face. "Has the order changed?"

"Correct! The large liner "Carbet" landed on the Hydt, and she was in some kind of mysterious trouble. The chief's own orders will be carried out there immediately. Is anyone leaving the ship on vacation?"

"If there are, we can live without them!" Corey shouted. "I will stand with two watches."

Kincaid said calmly: "The crew is on duty, sir." "Mr. Hendricks is at work and is responsible for supplying items. Sir, we can place orders at any time."

I said, "Gentlemen, we will leave at once." "Sir, can you give the necessary orders?"

"Yes sir!" He smiled, his eyes dancing like a schoolboy. Before Kincaid and I walked into the ship more leisurely, he was typing attention signals in the navigation room and giving instructions to the microphone.

To cross space at the fastest speed, it took us two days, earth time, close enough so that we could find the unfortunate. She landed on a flat plain near the coast of the New World, where she lay, just a small bright spot, even at the maximum power of our TV disc.

Hendricks on duty commented: "Sir, we can't raise her over the radio. It's weird." Have we tried it recently? "

"We have been working hard, every few minutes," I answered sternly. "On several occasions, the operator reported that he had received a sullen response and did not understand at all. He said that the signal sounded as if the radio radiator on her case had been damaged or grounded. We just had to wait until we got there. ."

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