" Perry Rhodan 0039 - (31) Realm of the Tri-Planets" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Rhodan)turned down by that dimwit who calls himself Administrator of Naat. Of course heтАЩs in no position to give
us permission to start because the robot brain doesnтАЩt approve of it." ThoraтАЩs eyes became moist. Nobody had ever seen the proud Arkonide woman cry before. "That wasnтАЩt the worst," she confessed with unnatural calm. "That wretch dared give me, a Zoltral, to understand that my crew and I could possibly be very welcome." "Oh?" "Serving as auxiliary forces under the command of a robot!" she cried out. Her face was distorted. "Can you imagine that? WeтАЩre supposed to wait on the decision of a robot! This means they even refuse to let us fly back. Perry, I beg you in the name of everything that is sacred to me, do something! ThereтАЩs no longer a Great Empire. I admit what IтАЩve always tried to deny: my people are weak, spoiled, depraved, not very smart and terribly tired." "With some exceptions, young lady," Rhodan said with emphasis. "Indeed, somevery great exceptions! IтАЩm looking at one sitting before me right now. So they want to press us into their service? I guess theyтАЩd like to have theGanymede too. Clever idea, isnтАЩt it?" Rhodan turned on his heel. The men fell silent before his famous ironic smile which was too gentle and sweet to inspire calm confidence. "Lt. Tifflor!" The young officer snapped to attention. He had recently graduated from the Space Academy and was school. Tiff, as he was called for short, thought his last hour had come. He knew that expression of RhodanтАЩs only too well. It was the same smile he had on his lips when Tifflor was sent as secret agent on his most bewildering assignment. "Sir?" the 20-year-old officer asked. "Prepare a Gazelle reconnaissance ship for immediate start. Provide full armament and equipment for a long flight. The outer hatches must remain closed. Thank you!" "Marshall! Select nine men with complementary capabilities from your Mutant Corps. I need 10 good men on board including you, thank you!" "Bell! Assemble 40 experienced veterans of the old taskforce Vega Sector. Volunteers only, please. Lieutenant Tifflor, take note that youтАЩll have about 55 men aboard your Gazelle." "Col. Freyt! YouтАЩll remain here with theGanymede . Maintain full battle alert at all times! Let the men sleep and eat at their battle stations. You must be ready to take off within 10 seconds when you receive my signal. Can you do it?" Freyt was puzzled. "Did you say take off, sir?" he gasped in astonishment. "With theGanymede ? WeтАЩve already tried that before, sir! When we increased our thrust to two million tons the captive field-forces went up to an absorption value of at least three million tons. How do you expect me to do it, sir?" |
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