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controlled impulses, each one-tenth second long. The synchronized automatic
decoder saw to it that Perry Rhodan had the text within a few moments.
Cruiser Terra to Stardust!
Cruiser Terra to Stardust!
According to investigations by the Tifflor team the enemy agents being sought on
Earth are Arkonide robots. There is reason to suspect that the robots are owned
and operated by the New Power. Inquiries lead to the conclusion that specialized
Traders have surreptitiously reached the Earth and were able to program the
robots for their purposes. Acute danger for Earth!-Cruiser Terra to Stardust-
Cruiser Terra to Stardust!
The tape replay stopped with a click. For seconds deathly silence reigned in the
spacious Command Central of the giant vessel measuring 800 meters in diameter.
"So it did make sense to send Cadet Tifflor on this secret mission," Rhodan stated.
The message seemed to satisfy him, since it confirmed his plans, rather than to
disturb him. Bell, however, was not in the least inclined to feel triumphant about
such bad news.
"Your little Tifflor will get you into a monastery yet, where you can meditate in
peace!" the blue-eyed man scolded. "You don't seem to have grasped the deeper
significance of that message. Perhaps you will allow me to interpret that aspect for
you: on Earth all hell has broken loose! That takes care of number one! And
number two is: we have to set Venus aside and fly back to Terra instantly."
"We still have three minutes to make that decision, my boy," Rhodan declared
dryly, intending no sarcasm. "A change of course in our position doesn't make a
difference of more than one angle second. But it is essential to go into top
acceleration."
As he was talking, Rhodan supplied necessary instructions to the flight console
board. Propelled by gigantic forces, Stardust shot forward seconds later. In the
body of the ship it became very lively. The concert of the wailing propulsion
generators competed with the noise of the straining gravity absorbers.
The welfare of the crew was not impaired in the least by all the proceedings. The
cosmos seemed to be moving, not the ship. The Command Central was like a
supportive pole, like the middle of the universe.
Rhodan leaned back in his pilot seat. "And now we need patience, 12 hours of
patience until we land on Terra."
That was the irony of the laws of nature. The space-jump of 320 light-years could
be compressed into objective minutes. But normal flight to the border of the speed
of light-which had to be observed within inhabited sun systems for safety
reason-required half a day for a stone's throw of a good 10 billion kilometres.
Patience!
* * * *
The situation on Earth had entered a new, critical phase.
Rhodan was eager to fulfil a promise of many years standing and finally prepare
the two Arkonides, Thora and Khrest, for their permanent return to Arkon very
soon. However, he considered it urgent to achieve a total political solution-an
encompassing world government-for Terra. And mystifying events were causing
renewed unrest in the peaceful structure.
Two three-man destroyers belonging to the New Power had not returned from a
patrol mission. At about the same time a spaceship of the auxiliary craft class, a so-
called guppy, had vanished. And this all occurred in a most peaceful period with
no perceivable threat of an outer-Terranian invasion.