Crater Trueblood and the Lunar Rescue Company (A Helium-3 Novel)
Homer Hickam
Language: English
Pages: 336
ISBN: 1595546626
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Crater Trueblood has to rescue his ex-girlfriend . . . and the entire human race.
Maria Medaris is the 21-year-old matriarch of the most powerful family on the moon--gorgeous, powerful, and high-maintenance. When she is kidnapped by green-lipped, gene-splicing scientists, Maria's only hope turns out to be the very man she once spurned: Crater Trueblood.
Crater and the Lunar Rescue Company must rescue Maria before she joins forces with the lunatics who have taken her hostage and aim to make her queen.
Turns out more than Maria is at stake: the planet Earth, majestically hanging over the lunar horizon, is in the crosshairs of an asteroid engineered by Maria's abductors. If Crater can't stop it, humanity on Earth will be destroyed.
The fate of two worlds hangs in the balance . . . and the clock is ticking.
husband died, leaving you with many debts, and yet I have stayed with you for another ten.” Lady Deepik studied Mister Ajab, then looked away. “This is true. You have been an excellent servant through good times and bad.” “I wish to no longer be employed as your servant.” She turned back to him. “Oh, I will miss you! What employment will you take?” He dug into a coverall pocket and brought out a thumb puter drive. “Using this device, you can see that I have passed the examination for city
broomstick into its hinges so it wouldn’t close. Maria heard a crowhopper, apparently Mathus, say, “Trainer Truvia, the inner hatch of the airlock will not open. The gauge says there’s zero pressure inside. And, no matter how much I tell the puter to do it, the outer hatch remains open.” “And so shall it stay,” Maria sang, jamming the aluminum handle of the broomstick further between the hatch and the opening. “Blow the inner airlock hatch, Mathus,” Truvia ordered. She sounded bored. “What
visual.” The next voice was the gravelly male voice associated with crowhoppers: “Nothing can be seen but rocks.” The woman’s voice: “Get closer, then.” “We will crash into the horde.” “You will have to slow down so you don’t crash.” “That will require maneuvering. We are low on fuel. What if we get stuck in the horde? No one will come and get us.” “We will get you out. What is your name, Captain?” “My name is Valence.” “Valence, get in there and find that thing. If it is anything other
into others. Before long the entire horde seemed to be rattling around. The warpod kept following the Trojan asteroid with the Linda Terry tracking along behind. When he could, Petro kept the tumbling rocks of the horde between the Linda and the station, which was aggressively painting the area. The horde was also being painted by the other fuser. “When should we take this warpod out?” Petro asked. “As soon as it clears the horde,” Crater said. “You’ll need to make it quick and then hit the
those areas suffered, but wholesale human slaughter was at least avoided. After the initial exchange, the countries who’d launched them quickly shut the systems down and then went out of business, their leaders hiding from their angry citizenry. The Earth was rebuilding, the amateur radiomen reported, but how that reconstruction would turn out, no one knew for certain. The hope was that the people on the moon would hold the seeds of civilization and be prepared to help their poor cousins on