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sat down heavily in his seat, which complained audibly under the heavy load.
Gatzek waited patiently. He saw by the mood Topthor was in that it was better to remain silent.

For TopthorтАЩs countenance revealed not only an agony of curiosity but also a sudden expression of
doubt.



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And finally there was still Talamon, for whom Topthor had searched so desperately. Of course, he
played a relatively unimportant role in this galactic game of chess, because he was not putting in an
appearance at all. But that was precisely what filled Topthor with both anger and uncertainty.

In spite of it all, he operated on his own cognizance in not responding to the summons of his patriarch,
Cekztel, and when he did not place a single ship at their disposal for the planned attack on the Earth.
Why should he add injury to Rhodan? Had it not been Rhodan, himself, who had made him a millionaire,
who had spared his life, who had proved to him that a code of ethics could exist between alien races?

No. Talamon saw no cause to betray Rhodan. Somewhere in the Milky Way, he stood by with his fleet
of 200 ships. He sent out reconnaissance scoutships and remained silent but with his communications
equipment in a constant reception mode.

He was firmly resolved to come to RhodanтАЩs assistance should it prove to be necessary. His attempts to
warn the Terranian remained without result. At least he had not received an answer. He continued
meanwhile to monitor all transmissions of the assembling Springer fleet and was completely current on the
status of the operation. He also picked up TopthorтАЩs radio call but did not answer it.

And so it came to be that a considerable force lurked in the background and waited for the moment
when it should enter into the developing events. It was a force of which no one was aware.

Not even Perry RhodanтАж




2/ RED SOL? WRONG GOAL!



On board theTitan , everything was under control. Chief Communications Officer Martin had just
recuperated from a good sleep and had returned to his post when a strange pulse-coded signal began to
be received with unusual strength. The transmission contained only one word that was not coded: "
Rhodan!"

All the rest was gibberish.

Martin was experienced enough to record the transmission several times on tape before advising the