James P Hogan. Inherit The Stars. Giant Series #1

Where but on the barren wastes of the Moon or a hundred

million miles out in the emptiness of space? Everything seemed to

be working out better than he had dared hope.

“It’s like I always said,” Lyn Garland stated coyly when Hunt’s

assistant showed her a copy of the report. “Gregg’s a genius with

people.”

The arrival in Ganymede orbit of the seven ships from Earth was a

big moment for the Jupiter Four veterans, especially those whose

tour of duty was approaching an end and who could now look forward

to going home soon. In the weeks to come, as the complex program of

maneuvering supplies and equipment between the ships and the

surface installations unfolded, the scene above Ganymede would

become as chaotic as that above Luna had been during departure

preparations. The two command ships would remain standing off ten

miles apart for the next two months. Then Jupiter Four, accompanied

by two of the recently arrived freighters, would move out to take

up station over Callisto and begin expanding the pilot base already

set up there. Jupiter Five would remain at Ganymede until joined by

Saturn Two, which was at that time undergoing final countdown for

Lunar lift-out and due to arrive in five months. After rendezvous

above Ganymede, one of the two ships (exactly which was yet to be

decided) would set course for the ringed planet, on the farthest

large-scale manned probe yet attempted.

The long-haul sailing days of Jupiter Four were over. Too slow by

the standards of the latest designs, it would probably be stripped

down to become a permanent orbiting base over Callisto. After a few

years it would suffer the ignoble end of being dismantled and

cannibalized for surface constructions.

With all the hustle and traffic congestion that erupted in the

skies over Ganymede, it was three days before the time came for the

group of UNSA scientists to be ferried to the surface. After months

of getting used to the pattern of life and the company aboard the

ship, Hunt felt a twinge of nostalgia as he packed his belongings

in his cabin and stood in line waiting to board the Vega moored

alongside in the cavernous midships docking bay. It was probably

the last he would see of the inside of this immense city of metal

alloys; when he returned to Earth, it would be aboard one of the

small, fast cruisers ferried out with the mission.

An hour later Jupiter Five, festooned in a web of astronautic

engineering, was shrinking rapidly on the cabin display in the

Vega. Then the picture changed suddenly and the sinister frosty

countenance of Ganymede came swelling up toward them.

Hunt sat on the edge of his bunk inside a Spartan room in

number-three barrack block of Ganymede Main Base and methodically

transferred the contents of his kit bag into the aluminum locker

beside him. The air-extractor grill above the door was noisy. The

air drawn in through the vents set into the lower walls was warm,

and tainted with the smell of engine oil. The steel floor plates

vibrated to the hum of heavy machinery somewhere below. Propped up

against a pillow on the bunk opposite, Danchekker was browsing

through a folder full of facsimiled notes and color illustrations

and chattering excitedly like a schoolboy on Christmas Eve.

“Just think of it, Vic, another day and we’ll be there. Animals

that actually walked the Earth twenty-five million years ago! Any

biologist would give his right arm for an experience like this.” He

held up the folder. “Look at that. I do believe it to be a

perfectly preserved example of Trilophodon-a four-tusked Miocene

mammoth over fifteen feet high. Can you imagine anything more

exciting than that?”

Hunt scowled sourly across the room at the collection of pin-ups

adorning the far wall, bequeathed by an earlier UNSA occupant

“Frankly, yes,” he muttered. “But equipped rather differently than

a bloody Trilophodon.”

“Eh? What’s that you said?” Danchekker blinked uncomprehendingly

through his spectacles. Hunt reached for his cigarette case.

“It doesn’t matter, Chris,” he sighed.

chapter twenty-two

The flight northward to Pithead lasted just under two hours. On

arrival, the group from Earth assembled in the officers’ mess of

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