Trouble Near the Sun — Story, Setting & Ideas
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Regis was once more at a distance, and the traction line was slack.
Stevens looked at the menacing sides of the sunspot. Actually there were no real sides--they were like the sides of a tornado in a mass of air. Here in the interior of the spot, their main problem was to balance the ship against the force of the rising column of gases from the mouth of the spot inside the sun's photosphere, and to adjust their position to the constantly downward drift of the Regis. There was a maximum distance that they could afford to let the Regis drift downward if they wished to save her. Now that they were close to the photosphere, the drag of the sun's 27 G's was greater than it had been out at 10,000 miles. If they managed to pull the Regis close enough for a transfer, it would have to be in the next hour.
"We'll have to take a chance," Stevens said.
Once more he called the engine room. "Throw them in full when I say go," he instructed.
Bull looked at Skip. He smiled and it didn't take words for his thoughts to become clear. _Now you will see some real power from a good ship._
The deck leaped to life, reacting to the blows of countless millions of quanta of light as free electrons attached themselves to the stripped nuclei in the discharge chambers of the ship's engines.
The ship began to whip again; but the agile fingers of Captain Stevens brought her swiftly under control.
Skip smiled at Bull. His glance, too, was full of meaning. It said plainly, _this should show you that this ship isn't as good as you think it is!_
The men in the room had to hang on to the sides as the ship, the sun and Captain Stevens fought a duel with one another for control of the Cerebus III and the Regis.
The thin traction line stretched taut once more between them. How much strain could it take? flashed though Skip's mind. Then one torn end seemed to be floating toward the Cerebus III, the other floated toward the Regis.
For a split second the Cerebus III seemed to hang in space. Then everyone was flung violently in all directions as the force of the Cerebus III's engines on full power, plus the reaction of the ship's freedom from the drag of the Regis, shot the salvage vessel into space and plastered the crew against the nearest bulkheads.
Skip came unwillingly back to consciousness. Some of the control room crew were already on their feet. Others were still lying quietly trying to regain their senses before they tried to get to their feet. A few of the men would never move again.
The thrum of the engines had stopped.
Captain Stevens was cursing silently in front of the controls. "Fouled," he spat. "That damn line must have whipped right into the stern discharge tubes and sealed them up so that we have no forward propulsive power. And look out there." He waved his arm at the screens.
The ship had been flung thousands of miles out from its former position. Once more it appeared to be on the outer edge of the chromosphere. The Regis was not in sight. The constantly changing view in the vision panels indicated that the Cerebus III was spinning.
This Captain Stevens corrected while speaking to the men. "Clean up the mess in here. Get the injured to the sick bay; and take care of the dead. We're in the same difficulty as the Regis. Our anti-gray and anti-heat units are working but the indicators show them losing power slowly. We must free those tubes or sooner or later we'll end up in the sun. Let's get down to the outer lock room and see what we can do."
Bull and Skip followed the rest through the big ship. When they got to the lock room, Malcolm, his face white with pain from some injury, was struggling into a solar suit. One of the crew snapped the helmet over his head and handed him a cutting torch. Before any of the new arrivals could say a word, Malcolm was in the lock and on his way outside.
Suddenly one of the lock tenders exclaimed. "My God, he took a suit with a discharged anti-heat unit filler. If his refrigerant cuts off while he's out there--"
Bull grabbed another suit from its peg and began to draw it on. Captain Stevens grabbed his arm and shouted.
"Hold it, Ensign, you're under arrest. We'll send--"
"There's a man out there," interrupted Bull. "You said this was do or die, didn't you? Let me go."
Stevens tightened his grip. "Listen you big fool--"
The story opens with the salvage vessel Cerebus III lurching violently to avoid a calcium facula boiling up from the Sun. This immediate plunge into danger establishes a pattern: the narrative moves swiftly between the ship’s control room, the outer hull, and the interior, often without transition. The Sun itself is a constant, oppressive presence—described as a “mythical monster” and later as a vortex pressing in from all sides. Recurring images of lines—anchor lines, traction lines, and the single line connecting Bull to safety—become physical metaphors for connection and risk. The structure alternates between tense dialogue among the crew and solitary, high-stakes action outside the ship, creating a rhythm of conflict and cooperation.
Rivalry in Close Quarters
The opening pages establish a sharp contrast between Bull Wright and Skip Allen. Bull is described as “huge,” experienced, and sarcastic; Skip is “slim built,” red-headed, and quick with a retort. Their banter—Bull’s “How do you like good old Sol from that angle?” and Skip’s retort about “Mr. Experience”—reveals a long-standing friction. Captain Stevens must repeatedly order them to “lay off it.” This rivalry is not merely background noise; it drives key decisions. When Bull floats free outside the ship, Skip acts without waiting for orders, donning a suit and going after him. The narrative emphasizes that Skip’s rescue attempt is impulsive and personal, not a calculated duty. The tension between the two men is never resolved through dialogue; instead, it is transformed into a physical struggle for survival.
The Sun as an Active Threat
The Sun is not a static backdrop but an active, unpredictable antagonist. The story uses specific solar phenomena—calcium faculae, the chromosphere, the photosphere, and a sunspot vortex—to create escalating danger. Early on, the ship dodges a “calcium faculae come boiling up at you like a cannonball.” Later, the crew realizes the ship has drifted into a spot vortex, with sides “pressing all around.” The heat becomes tangible: Bull’s suit grows hot, metal fittings become “too warm to hold.” The narrative repeatedly measures time against the Sun’s effects: the cruiser has “about four hours” before its anti-heat fails. This countdown structure gives the rescue a deadline, but the Sun’s behavior is erratic, forcing the crew to react moment by moment. The physical environment—the corona, chromosphere, and photosphere—is described with enough specificity to ground the science fiction in a recognizable solar system.
Lines and Lifelines
A recurring image throughout the excerpts is the use of lines—anchor lines, traction lines, and the single line connecting Bull to the ship. These lines serve both practical and symbolic functions. When Bull floats free, he is held by “only one line,” and the captain worries that pulling on it might “tear it loose.” Skip carefully puts out his own lines as he moves along the hull, and Bull later ensures his lines are in place “if Skip’s weren’t.” The lines represent the fragile connection between the crew and safety, and between the two men. In the final action, Bull grabs Skip around the waist as the ship accelerates, and the narrative focuses on whether the lines will hold “against the thrust of the ship’s engines.” The physical act of holding on—of not letting go—becomes the story’s central gesture, repeated in different forms: Bull’s grip on a projection, Skip’s hauling in Bull’s line, and Bull’s arms around Skip.
The Captain’s Dilemma
Captain Stevens faces a decision that crystallizes the story’s moral tension. With Bull and Skip still outside, the ship must fire its engines to escape the sunspot. Stevens reaches for the firing control, knowing it means abandoning them. A crewman gasps, “You can’t, sir. Not after what they have done.” Stevens hesitates, then whispers, “I must. It’s them or all of us. There is no choice.” This moment is presented without authorial commentary; the narrative simply shows his hand plunging down. The reader is left to weigh the logic of sacrifice against the value of individual lives. The story does not resolve this dilemma in the excerpts—the outcome of the engine firing is not shown. Instead, the focus shifts to Bull’s perspective: he anticipates the captain’s choice and prepares to grab Skip. The captain’s decision remains a point of tension, highlighting the harsh calculus of command in a crisis.
The story’s structure—rapid scene shifts, a countdown, and repeated physical motifs—creates a compact, pressure-cooker narrative. Readers may find it useful to track how the Sun’s behavior changes from a distant threat to an immediate, enclosing danger. The rivalry between Bull and Skip is not a subplot but a driving force; their actions are shaped by their need to prove something to each other. The excerpts leave the final outcome uncertain, but the pattern of risk and response is consistent: each character must choose whether to hold on or let go.
Reading about the salvage crew’s slow melt near the sun, I remembered sitting in my grandmother’s kitchen, watching frost race up the window while we waited for news. That same quiet dread, the heat pressing in from nowhere. The Fifty-Fourth of July — Reading Companion held a similar ache, a long afternoon that refused to end, and I felt the warmth of that memory again.
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