| Cover | [i] |
| Frontispiece | [ii] |
| Her nose pointed skyward, the Polaris was ready to blast off | [21] |
| The Solar Guard worked late into the night, examining every ship in the Alliance | [50] |
| The speedy little ship shot ahead of the fleet toward the gigantic mass of asteroids | [90] |
| The Polaris landed safely on the surface of the satellite | [105] |
| Bush pulled a paralo-ray gun from his belt and said, "All right, march!" | [143] |
| "Hasn't anybody figured out why four hundred ships crashed in landing?" Strong asked. | [159] |
| "We better take it easy, Astro," said Tom. "Turn off the lights." | [171] |