feet again, even if it was only the lowly, painted-up Hyperion.
The port clanged shut, the rockets swelled and roared and then came the savage lurch as the ship began to climb. Hartwell clung to the acceleration resistorstraps and watched his gauges with a critical eye. She was going up very smartly, faster than he had thought she would. She handled as daintily as if she had been in ballast.
He frowned at that thought, but then remembered the three new tubes and accessories. Of course! She would feel light.
The moment they were clear of Mars, Hartwell hastened to check the course handed him by Fennery, for the responsibility for safe navigation was his, not the former captain's. He checked it both by integrator and by hand. It was a good trajectory. Any fears he might have had that it was a trick to crash him against an asteroid vanished. Moreover, it was the shortest possible curve on which to reach Callisto, and would hit its destination smack on the nose two days befo
Even for pulp, it's a little under written. It's light on character, light on ideas. It's basically a list of adventure moments without much to it.