CHAPTER 1
Kip Kirby was puffed. He was trying to put up a volleyball net. It wasnât easy, because Kip kept floating into the air. So did the net!
Not surprising , Kip grinned to himself. I am on the moon.
Kip and his best friend Jett were camping with their dads. It was the year 2354 and the moon was a popular weekend getaway spot. It was too crowded on Earth to go camping.
Kip and Jett were excited about playing lunar volleyball. The low gravity on the moon made it perfect for awesome jump serves and spikes!
Kipâs dad was unpacking the camping gear, kicking up gigantic clouds of lunar dust. âHow do you know when the moonâs angry, boys?â he asked.
Kip and Jett shrugged their shoulders.
âIt shows you its dark side!â Kipâs dad chuckled.
Underneath his space helmet, Kip rolled his eyes. How did I end up with such an embarrassing dad? he thought.
Kipâs image was especially important because he had a job as a Space Scout. Space Scouts explored distant galaxies to find a new planet to live on. There were so many people on Earth that they needed more room.
At 12 years old, Kip was the youngest of the 50 Space Scouts.
Kip loved his job. How many other kids had seen the awesome stuff he had on his missions?
âComing at you, Kip!â Jett yelled.
Kip kept his eyes on the volleyball, which was floating over the net towards him.
âGot it,â Kip replied, leaping three metres into the air to lob the volleyball back to Jett.
âNot the volleyball!â Jett yelled. âTHAT THING OVER THERE!â
Kip turned to see a black football-sized capsule hurtling towards him.
Red-hot flames spewed from the back of the capsule, which was fitted with powerful mini-rockets. Splashed on the side in big letters were the words:
With a second to spare, Kip ducked out of the way. His spacesuit was made from the latest ultra-light heat-resistant fabric, of course. But a sizzling hot capsule could still put a hole in it.
SMACK!
With a sickening crack, the capsule smashed into the moonâs rocky surface. It broke open on impact and a wireless device floated out. It beamed encrypted data to Kipâs SpaceCuff in seconds, and the SpaceCuff automatically decoded it.
A SpaceCuff was a communication device, translator and gaming console all rolled into one. Space Scouts would be lost without them.
âCool!â said Jett, who had read the message over Kipâs shoulder. âWhere are they sending you?â
âI donât know,â said Kip. âBut I canât wait to find out! The 27 only thing is...how do I get to the Hoverport?â
The Hoverport was 10 kilometres above Earth â a quick trip by Space Scout standards. But getting there from the moon was trickier.
Kip glanced around for inspiration. His eyes settled on his dadâs brand-new Space Stream flying motor home.
The Space Stream was sleek, silver and decked out with extras like multi-galaxy cable TV and a rooftop waterless spa. Kipâs dad never, ever let anyone fly it but him.
Space Stream Motor Home
âYouâre not thinking what I think youâre thinking, are you, Kip?â whispered Jett.
âIâd just be borrowing it,â Kip hissed back. âAs soon as I get to the Hoverport, Iâll send it back here on auto-pilot. You guys can fly home to Earth, no problems.â
âYour dadâs going to kill you!â Jett said, shaking his head.
Kip shrugged, but inside he was grinning. Secretly, heâd always wanted an excuse to fly the Space Stream.
CHAPTER 2
Kip looked over at his dad, who was staring at their camping gear, bewildered.
Even though the Space Stream had the latest vertical hammocks, Kipâs dad insisted on sleeping in the great outdoors. Otherwise, he said, it just wasnât a proper camping trip!
Instead of tents, moon campers needed special inflatable structures with built-in airlocks. They were supposed to pop up in one
Kip Kirby was puffed. He was trying to put up a volleyball net. It wasnât easy, because Kip kept floating into the air. So did the net!
Not surprising , Kip grinned to himself. I am on the moon.
Kip and his best friend Jett were camping with their dads. It was the year 2354 and the moon was a popular weekend getaway spot. It was too crowded on Earth to go camping.
Kip and Jett were excited about playing lunar volleyball. The low gravity on the moon made it perfect for awesome jump serves and spikes!
Kipâs dad was unpacking the camping gear, kicking up gigantic clouds of lunar dust. âHow do you know when the moonâs angry, boys?â he asked.
Kip and Jett shrugged their shoulders.
âIt shows you its dark side!â Kipâs dad chuckled.
Underneath his space helmet, Kip rolled his eyes. How did I end up with such an embarrassing dad? he thought.
Kipâs image was especially important because he had a job as a Space Scout. Space Scouts explored distant galaxies to find a new planet to live on. There were so many people on Earth that they needed more room.
At 12 years old, Kip was the youngest of the 50 Space Scouts.
Kip loved his job. How many other kids had seen the awesome stuff he had on his missions?
âComing at you, Kip!â Jett yelled.
Kip kept his eyes on the volleyball, which was floating over the net towards him.
âGot it,â Kip replied, leaping three metres into the air to lob the volleyball back to Jett.
âNot the volleyball!â Jett yelled. âTHAT THING OVER THERE!â
Kip turned to see a black football-sized capsule hurtling towards him.
Red-hot flames spewed from the back of the capsule, which was fitted with powerful mini-rockets. Splashed on the side in big letters were the words:
With a second to spare, Kip ducked out of the way. His spacesuit was made from the latest ultra-light heat-resistant fabric, of course. But a sizzling hot capsule could still put a hole in it.
SMACK!
With a sickening crack, the capsule smashed into the moonâs rocky surface. It broke open on impact and a wireless device floated out. It beamed encrypted data to Kipâs SpaceCuff in seconds, and the SpaceCuff automatically decoded it.
A SpaceCuff was a communication device, translator and gaming console all rolled into one. Space Scouts would be lost without them.
âCool!â said Jett, who had read the message over Kipâs shoulder. âWhere are they sending you?â
âI donât know,â said Kip. âBut I canât wait to find out! The 27 only thing is...how do I get to the Hoverport?â
The Hoverport was 10 kilometres above Earth â a quick trip by Space Scout standards. But getting there from the moon was trickier.
Kip glanced around for inspiration. His eyes settled on his dadâs brand-new Space Stream flying motor home.
The Space Stream was sleek, silver and decked out with extras like multi-galaxy cable TV and a rooftop waterless spa. Kipâs dad never, ever let anyone fly it but him.
Space Stream Motor Home
âYouâre not thinking what I think youâre thinking, are you, Kip?â whispered Jett.
âIâd just be borrowing it,â Kip hissed back. âAs soon as I get to the Hoverport, Iâll send it back here on auto-pilot. You guys can fly home to Earth, no problems.â
âYour dadâs going to kill you!â Jett said, shaking his head.
Kip shrugged, but inside he was grinning. Secretly, heâd always wanted an excuse to fly the Space Stream.
CHAPTER 2
Kip looked over at his dad, who was staring at their camping gear, bewildered.
Even though the Space Stream had the latest vertical hammocks, Kipâs dad insisted on sleeping in the great outdoors. Otherwise, he said, it just wasnât a proper camping trip!
Instead of tents, moon campers needed special inflatable structures with built-in airlocks. They were supposed to pop up in one
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