Fearn Russell

The ship suddenly jolted slightly and became still. The throbbing of the tremendous rocket engines ceased; the vessel lay in the half-shade of towering trees that stretched upwards to surprising heights against the slight gravity. The multiple lights of Saturn and the moons filled the outside jungle with a curiously ghostly white tinge, not unlike indirect floodlighting.

Something was desperately wrong out in the void of space, and Gregg had the unfortunate assignment to track it down—and fix the problem, whatever it might be!