Alan E. Nourse Super Pack. Alan E. Nourse

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      He gave Tiger an unpleasant smile, and started back down the corridor as the count-down signal began to buzz.

      But for all the advance arrangements they had made to divide the ship’s work, it was Dal Timgar who took complete control of the Lancet for the first two weeks of its cruise. Neither Tiger nor Jack challenged his command; not a word was raised in protest. The Earthmen were too sick to talk, much less complain about anything.

      For Dal the blast-off from the port of Seattle and the conversion into Koenig star-drive was nothing new. His father owned a fleet of Garvian trading ships that traveled to the far corners of the galaxy by means of a star-drive so similar to the Koenig engines that only an electronic engineer could tell them apart. All his life Dal had traveled on the outgoing freighters with his father; star-drive conversion was no surprise to him.

      But for Jack and Tiger, it was their first experience in a star-drive ship. The Lancet’s piloting and navigation were entirely automatic; its destination was simply coded into the drive computers, and the ship was ready to leap across light years of space in a matter of hours. But the conversion to star-drive, as the Lancet was wrenched, crew and all, out of the normal space-time continuum, was far outside of normal human experience. The physical and emotional shock of the conversion hit Jack and Tiger like a sledge hammer, and during the long hours while the ship was traveling through the time-less, distance-less universe of the drive to the pre-set co-ordinates where it materialized again into conventional space-time, the Earthmen were retching violently, too sick to budge from the bunk room. It took over two weeks, with stops at half a dozen contract planets, before Jack and Tiger began to adjust themselves to the frightening and confusing sensations of conversion to star-drive. During this time Dal carried the load of the ship’s work alone, while the others lay gasping and exhausted in their bunks, trying to rally strength for the next shift.

      To his horror, Dal discovered that the first planetary stop-over was traditionally a hazing stop. It had been a well-kept patrol secret; the outpost clinic on Tempera VI was waiting eagerly for the arrival of the new “green” crew, knowing full well that the doctors aboard would hardly be able to stumble out of their bunks, much less to cope with medical problems. The outpost men had concocted a medical “crisis” of staggering proportions to present to the Lancet’s crew; they were so clearly disappointed to find the ship’s Red Doctor in full command of himself that Dal obligingly became violently ill too, and did his best to mimick Jack and Tiger’s floundering efforts to pull themselves together and do something about the “problem” that suddenly descended upon them.

      Later, there was a party and celebration, with music and food, as the clinic staff welcomed the pale and shaken doctors into the joke. The outpost men plied Dal for the latest news from Hospital Earth. They were surprised to see a Garvian aboard the Lancet, but no one at the outpost showed any sign of resentment at the scarlet braid on Dal’s collar and cuff.

      Slowly Jack and Tiger got used to the peculiarities of popping in and out of hyperspace. It was said that immunity to star-drive sickness was hard to acquire, but lasted a lifetime, and would never again bother them once it was achieved. Bit by bit the Earthmen crept out of their shells, to find the ship in order and a busy Dal Timgar relieved and happy to have them aboard again.

      Fortunately, the medical problems that came to the Lancet in the first few weeks were largely routine. The ship stopped at the specified contact points—some far out near the rim of the galactic constellation, others in closer to the densely star-populated center. At each outpost clinic the Lancet was welcomed with open arms. The outpost men were hungry for news from home, and happy to see fresh supplies; but they were also glad to review the current medical problems on their planets with the new doctors, exchanging opinions and arguing diagnosis and therapy into the small hours of the night.

      Occasionally calls came in to the ship from contract planets in need of help. Usually the problems were easy to handle. On Singall III, a tiny planet of a cooling giant star, help was needed to deal with a new outbreak of a smallpox-like plague that had once decimated the population; the disease had finally been controlled after a Hospital Earth research team had identified the organism that caused it, determined its molecular structure, and synthesized an antibiotic that could destroy it without damaging the body of the host. But now a flareup had occurred. The Lancet brought in supplies of the antibiotic, and Tiger Martin spent two days showing Singallese physicians how to control further outbreaks with modern methods of immunization and antisepsis.

      Another planet called for a patrol ship when a bridge-building disaster occurred; one of the beetle-like workmen had been badly crushed under a massive steel girder. Dal spent over eighteen hours straight with the patient in the Lancet’s surgery, carefully repairing the creature’s damaged exoskeleton and grafting new segments of bone for regeneration of the hopelessly ruined parts, with Tiger administering anaesthesia and Jack preparing the grafts from the freezer.

      On another planet Jack faced his first real diagnostic challenge and met the test with flying colors. Here a new cancer-like degenerative disease had been appearing among the natives of the planet. It had never before been noted. Initial attempts to find a causative agent had all three of the Lancet’s crew spending sleepless nights for a week, but Jack’s careful study of the pattern of the disease and the biochemical reactions that accompanied it brought out the answer: the disease was caused by a rare form of genetic change which made crippling alterations in an essential enzyme system. Knowing this, Tiger quickly found a drug which could be substituted for the damaged enzyme, and the problem was solved. They left the planet, assuring the planetary government that laboratories on Hospital Earth would begin working at once to find a way actually to rebuild the damaged genes in the embryonic cells, and thus put a permanent end to the disease.

      These were routine calls, the kind of ordinary general medical work that the patrol ships were expected to handle. But the visits to the various planets were welcome breaks in the pattern of patrol ship life. The Lancet was fully equipped, but her crew’s quarters and living space were cramped. Under the best conditions, the crewmen on patrol ships got on each other’s nerves; on the Lancet there was an additional focus of tension that grew worse with every passing hour.

      From the first Jack Alvarez had made no pretense of pleasure at Dal’s company, but now it seemed that he deliberately sought opportunities to annoy him. The thin Blue Doctor’s face set into an angry mold whenever Dal was around. He would get up and leave when Dal entered the control room, and complained loudly and bitterly at minor flaws in Dal’s shipboard work. Nothing Dal did seemed to please him.

      But Tiger had a worse time controlling himself at the Blue Doctor’s digs and slights than Dal did. “It’s like living in an armed camp,” he complained one night when Jack had stalked angrily out of the bunk room. “Can’t even open your mouth without having him jump down your throat.”

      “I know,” Dal said.

      “And he’s doing it on purpose.”

      “Maybe so. But it won’t help to lose your temper.”

      Tiger clenched a huge fist and slammed it into his palm. “He’s just deliberately picking at you and picking at you,” he said. “You can’t take that forever. Something’s got to break.”

      “It’s all right,” Dal assured him. “I just ignore it.”

      But when Jack began to shift his attack to Fuzzy, Dal could ignore it no longer.

      One night in the control room Jack threw down the report he was writing and turned angrily on Dal. “Tell your friend there to turn the other way before I lose my temper and splatter him all over the wall,” he said, pointing to Fuzzy. “All he СКАЧАТЬ