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Perry Rhodan 058 Attack From The Unseen 1/ ACTION ON RENO 25 TROUBLE on
Trebola 2? Quite the contrary. The 2nd planet of the star Trebola, located
4000 light-years from Earth, was a peaceful world. A beautiful world. It was
no Terra but it suited its inhabitants well intelligent and non-aggressive as
they were. And spider-like. Humans found difficulty in distinguishing one
spiderian from another. Fortunately, it worked to the same degree the other
way around: the inhabitants of Trebola 2 could rarely tell one human being
from another. So it had been no problem for Ralf Marten to pose as a
descendant of the Arkonides. Ralf Marten: mutant. Tall, slender, dark-haired.
Eyes clear blue and oval enough to suggest almonds-the heritage of his
Japanese mother. A man with the power of teleoptical projection, when Marten
concentrated hard enough, he could project his consciousness into another
individual's brain. In effect, see through another person's eyes. It was
partly because of his astounding faculty that he now found himself a cosmic
agent in the service of Perry Rhodan, guardian of the Solar Empire, stationed
on this arachnid world unthinkable trillions of miles from the planet of his
birth. As on all inhabited worlds in the Arkon Imperium, Arkon's interests
were protected by an Arkonide Administrator and Trebola 2 was no exception. It
had been no problem for Marten to pass as a descendant of Arkonides among the
spiderians but, even more important, his pose had convinced the planet's chief
Arkonide. His story was that his ancestors had been stranded here in the past
and had changed appearance slightly over the centuries. Life on Trebola 2, at
least that which stemmed from interstellar traffic, was concentrated on the
outskirts of the spaceport. Here Marten operated a small travel agency,
arranging pleasure trips and flights to all parts of the planet for sightseers
and tourists. In this manner he kept in contact with intelligences from other
worlds and often learned of developments which could be of great importance to
Perry Rhodan and the Earth. Closing his office, he strolled along the street
toward the main avenue which led to his small apartment. From the outside his
quarters were typical of those intended for humanoid inhabitants of Trebola 2.
But there were certain definite differences inside which would have greatly
intrigued certain people-had they known of them. Ralf Marten slowed his pace
and looked cautiously to all sides. He feared discovery any day now for the
interstellar empire of the Regent of Arkon knew that Earth, thought destroyed
for more than 50 years, still existed. True, the Regent was a mighty
positronic brain, but that only made it all the more dangerous. Relieved,
Marten then entered the apartment building and took the elevator to the 10th
floor. He stopped before the door to his rooms and inserted his thumb into the
small, round opening near the lock. He had only a few seconds to wait till the
electronic lock registered his fingerprint and his brainwave pattern. Then,
humming gently, the door opened and Marten stepped in, shutting it behind
him. He whistled to himself as he went into the kitchen and programmed the
robot stove to prepare his supper. He used the time until his food was ready
to tend to some rather mysterious business. Standing in the comer was an
inconspicuous metal box measuring a yard in length and foot and a half in
width and breadth. Marten opened the lid with the aid of a pair of complicated
keys he wore on a chain around his neck. Should someone having no business
doing so attempt to open the box, a built-in bomb would go off, destroying the
box and killing the intruder. As the lid came open, the device inside
automatically switched on its receiver and transmitter. It was, of course, no