" Perry Rhodan 0067 - (59) Interlude on Siliko 5" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Rhodan)

3 young men lowered their heads and wished they were invisible.

3 cadets had failed the Academy’s final examination and for another year would remain cadets.

But for this disappointed trio the C.O. had a few words to spare. "Don’t be discouraged by this
setback. Don’t give up—because the Solar Empire is waiting for you! Like every officer in the fleet you
will become a pillar of support and I am not trying to boost your egos falsely when I say that one of you
may one day be that deciding factor upon which the continuation or dissolution of the Empire will
depend!

"And because each officer of the spacefleet represents a factor of strength in his particular position we
are forced to apply the strictest standards to everyone who wishes to belong to this community of
service."

One by one the 80 men stepped forward. They still wore their cadet uniforms but in accordance with the
duty roster they were to change into the simple uniforms of spacefleet officers and appear before their
department chiefs within the hour to learn where they were to be transferred.

There was not one day of furlough, not even one hour. Of course this wasn’t official. The 80 young
lieutenants were entitled to a short leave but they didn’t take advantage of it. They had received their
commissions from the C.O. and now they changed for the first time into their officer uniforms.

Tilf Reyno looked himself over and let out a big sigh of relief. "Looks like it’s made for me!
Thomas—would you say it’s a perfect fit?"

Tilf was a Viking-figured Swede with blond hair and blue eyes. He turned to his roommate, Thomas
Cardif, for an inspection.

After a brief survey Cardif had to admit, "You look as if you’d been poured into it. But how about me?"
As he stood up his exceptional physique and bearing seemed to make Tiff pale by comparison. His
personality virtually radiated and although unusual for a man only 21 his manner was marked by a certain
air of pride. However it was not exaggerated enough to be offensive in any way.

"Crosh!" Tilf looked at him in frank admiration. "Dressed in that, you look like the Chief…!"

"Maybe if you tried you could say something even more ridiculous?" Along with the squelch went a
flashing look from his strangely amber-coloured eyes but in the next moment he waved a hand as if to
remove the sting.
 Thomas Cardif was often like this and in fact was one of the problem cases for the psychologists who
had to run tests on each cadet during the course of their training in the Academy and keep them under
constant if unobtrusive observation.

Many of the tests hadn’t been too favourable for him; yet other test series had shown astonishingly
positive results. He was one youngster in particular who had been the most puzzling to the psychologists.
The diagnoses indicated that he probably wouldn’t make friends during his training time; however,
outside of a few exceptions almost every cadet was his friend. His frankness and good will were
proverbial which helped his comrades to easily overlook these indefinable streaks of pride and hauteur
whenever they came to light.

A taped announcement came over the P.A. and was heard in the living quarters of the shave-tail