Space Taxi
Oct. 13th, 2011 12:00 amI waited on the launchpad at Cape Canaveral with Calcagnini bundled up in its foil cargo wrapper. Calcagnini was four and a half tons of deep space probe, destined to explore the innermost moons of Neptune. All it needed was a push in the right direction, and its Krypton drive would get it the rest of the way.
I looked at my watch. I had called the space taxi agency months ago and reserved this slot, but the launch operator was almost an hour late anyway. My window for intercept on Sagan Station was a little narrow, and I was getting nervous.
Just then a battered-looking blimp nosed over the mangroves, its twin-prop diesels growling angrily and spewing a great deal of black smoke. Slung below it was a crew gondola, heavily dented, and below that was the long finned-cigar shape of a Tsiolkov Spacewerks Heavy-Lift 9A. The rocket was a dingy orange with a dark checkered pattern along the top and base. A strobing neon sign along the side of the envelope read FOR HIRE.
The airship swung around and began lowering the butt-end of the rocket towards the paving. The neon sign turned off, and a man stuck his head out of the side window of the gondola. He had a turban.
"Hey!" the man shouted. "Hurry up and get loaded! The meter's running!"
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I looked at my watch. I had called the space taxi agency months ago and reserved this slot, but the launch operator was almost an hour late anyway. My window for intercept on Sagan Station was a little narrow, and I was getting nervous.
Just then a battered-looking blimp nosed over the mangroves, its twin-prop diesels growling angrily and spewing a great deal of black smoke. Slung below it was a crew gondola, heavily dented, and below that was the long finned-cigar shape of a Tsiolkov Spacewerks Heavy-Lift 9A. The rocket was a dingy orange with a dark checkered pattern along the top and base. A strobing neon sign along the side of the envelope read FOR HIRE.
The airship swung around and began lowering the butt-end of the rocket towards the paving. The neon sign turned off, and a man stuck his head out of the side window of the gondola. He had a turban.
"Hey!" the man shouted. "Hurry up and get loaded! The meter's running!"
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