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The totally exhausted men pulled back from their holding positions which were immediately taken over
by the fresh contingents. Only the mutants remained at their posts.

After half an hour some semblance of order returned to the fluid fighting lines. The defence shields of the
combat suits were built to ward off a glancing blow. It was a different story, however, when they were hit
by a direct blast from the robotsтАЩ rayguns. Then the protective screens collapsed.

Rhodan, Khrest and Thora gave directions in the lower section. Undaunted, the 800 men pressed
upward and downward with irresistible force.

An hour later the battle action concentrated among the installations on deck #32, where many of the
larger machinery halls were situated.

"Attention, everybody!" Rhodan warned over the radio. "Avoid shooting at robots where they take
cover behind valuable machines. Whenever you see a robot in such a place or have located him with
your energy sensor, notify Lt. Marshall at once and heтАЩll send in a mutant. Shoot only if you donтАЩt have to
damage irreplaceable equipment."

Rhodan spun around when he noticed some small figures flitting by. They were medical robot teams of
theGanymede that were equipped with tracing cells by which they were able to detect the wounded
more surely than the human eye.

Rhodan bit his lips as he saw the first victims of the unequal battle being carried out under the supervision
of Drs. Haggard and Manoli.

"WeтАЩll fix them all up again as good as new," Haggard called to Rhodan. "WeтАЩll have to perform some
amputations but it wonтАЩt be a problem with the Arkonide bioplast technique. Sir, IтАЩll need about 20 good
men for the transport."

Rhodan gave the necessary instructions at once and the injured men were carefully transferred to the
Ganymede where they received prompt medical treatment of the highest calibre.

"It was tough," Bell groaned, "Awfully tough." His red hair bristles were singed down to his brow.
"These robots must be new models. They react much faster than ours. If we had taken 5000 of their ilk
on board, it would have been goodbye."

With these words he fell asleep in a sitting position and didnтАЩt wake up when a robot medic gently
picked him up with his antigrav-lifter and took him away.

It took four more hours before the last of the fighting machines were shot down or disabled by the
mutants. Rhodan formed search teams that had the unattractive task of combing each section of the ship.

"Be careful and donтАЩt get panicky. Use your own judgment. ItтАЩs not in the technical make-up of fighter
robots to go into hiding as humans are prone to do. TheyтАЩll attack whenever thereтАЩs an opportunity. You
can take almost for granted that youтАЩll find no more active machines. If any of them were present they
would have joined the fiery battle."

Rhodan turned around, utterly fatigued. Dr. Manoli looked into his weary, red-veined eyes, which
mirrored all his cares and over-exertion. "YouтАЩve got to take a rest," Manoli warned with deep concern.
"Your body wonтАЩt endure it much longer either."