Back to the Moon-ARC

“Mercy I, mission control.”

“Go, Houston.”

“Looks like the skin temperature is starting to build up. You came in just in time, Bill.”

“I like to make an entrance,” Bill said. “Somebody tell my family I’m coming home!”

“Roger that, Mercy I. Bill, your family heard the whole thing.” There was a brief pause and some static. “Be advised that you are about to go through an ionization radio blackout.”

“We understand, Houston. We’ll talk to you after aerocapture.” With that Bill pushed himself into the captain’s seat and started buckling in. He glanced over at Tony, who was also buckling in. “Thanks, buddy.” He gave Tony a smile and elbowed him slightly.

“Couldn’t have seen going home without you, Bill.”

“Well, let’s hope my patch job on the bottom of the ship holds and your target practice on top of the ship isn’t a problem.”

“We’re gonna make it.”

“Damn right we are.”

The vibration within the ship ratcheted up to the point that the computer panels in front of them became nearly unreadable. Bill held on to his armrests and tried to relax. He was mostly blissfully happy as just a few minutes ago he was pretty sure he was going to die. But now it seemed that if he were to die, it would be because the heat shield failed, not because he was trapped outside. The Orion was a good ship. He was confident that it would get them home.

The Orion capsule jerked forward and lurched backward in a way that seemed like it happened at the same time. The side-to-side vibrations grew in amplitude. Bill looked up at the top of the ship, where Tony had shot it three times with the pistol. He hoped the damage was far enough forward that the hot atmospheric plasma wouldn’t vent into the cabin and cook them. He also hoped that hot plasma didn’t vent through the bullet holes of the outer hull and weaken some beam or strut that would compromise the structural integrity of the ship, the end result being the ship flying apart and killing them all.

“Seven gees!” Tony shouted.

“Hang in there!” Bill gripped at his seat harder and flexed every muscle in his body to prevent passing out.

“Ten gees!” Tony said, more gutturally this time.

“We should top out in a minute or so. Just hang in!” Bill grunted and flexed and breathed and grunted and flexed. He sounded a lot like a woman in labor. “Aaahhh wooo wooo!”

The vibration grew louder, harder, and faster—shaking all the astronauts to the point that their teeth rattled. No amount of training in a centrifuge or even launches on the really shaky Ares I rocket could prepare a person for that type of skeleton-jarring ride.

BANG! SCREEEEEEECH! BANG! 

An even more extreme noise resounded throughout the ship, their suits, and their bones. It startled Bill, but there was nothing he could do. He would have sworn it came from the top of the Orion near where Tony had shot it up. He wasn’t certain, but he was also pretty sure he could hear a much louder roaring sound than he had before.

SCREEEEEEEEEECH! ROAR!

“What the hell is that?” Tony shouted.

“I don’t know, but there’s nothing we can do about it! Just hang in and pray!” Bill shouted.

“Fifteen gees!” Tony shouted over the jarring, rattling, screeching, and roaring.

The ship rocked back and forth so hard that Bill was worried the injured and otherwise incapacitated crew members might not be faring so well. The air inside the cabin had reached one atmosphere, so the sound of the ship being buffeted was getting extremely loud. It sounded like he had stuck his head inside a jet engine while it was at full throttle. Bill managed to glance at Tony and could see that his body had gone limp.

“Tony!” Bill had the notion that he would tap at the console in front of him and check Tony’s vital signs, but that would require him to raise his arm—and he couldn’t. It weighed more than two hundred pounds at the moment. “Everybody hang on back there! Come on, baby! Hold together! We’re gonna make it!”

Bill’s vision started to tunnel in, and he grunted and fought against blacking out. He fought like a world- champion boxer tied up in the twelfth round. In the end he went down swinging, but he lost the fight.

Chapter 31

“Go, baby, go!” was once again all that Paul Gesling could utter as he alternated looking out the window at the landscape of Earth receding below him and the LCD display that showed the status of Dreamscape’s onboard systems. All the systems were reading in the green, and the ship was cruising past Mach 2—twice the speed of sound—at the moment. He held the flight-control stick gently with his left hand and went through a continuous ballet of tapping the control screen with his right.

It had only been a little more than a week since the Dreamscape was rushed through refurbishment, refueled, and rolled out on the runway in Nevada before they had restarted the countdown for the launch. It all seemed rather quick to Paul, but Gary Childers had given him the last say. Had Paul said “no-go,” then Gary would have abided by that decision. At least that is what Paul liked to believe.

Just less than two weeks ago, the little ship had flown a crew of space tourists around the Moon and done so flawlessly. In fact, they had done more than just fly around the Moon on the most expensive and dangerous vacation ever. They had also acted as a search-and-rescue mission. They had detected Chinese taikonauts stranded on the Moon and had been instrumental in saving their lives. It was clear that the Chinese government had had no intention of telling the public of the stranded taikonauts and had Dreamscape’s crew not found them, the world might have never known they were ever there. But they did find them, and that was the first step. NASA did the hardest part of going to the Moon and getting them. But Paul was in the process of flying the