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ORDER OF THE ACTION

FOREWORD
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1/ A TIME TO LIVE, A PLACE TO DIE
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2/ THE THREE FUGITIVES
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3/ APPARATUS DIABOLICAL
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4/ SECOND THOUGHTS
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5/ "THERE'S ONLY ONE WAY TO DEAL
WITH AN ARKONIDE!"
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6/ BATTLE IN THE FOREST PRIMEVAL
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7/ ATTACK OF THE HORNED BURROWERS
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8/ NOT ALL ALIENS ARE NECESSARILY ENEMIES
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9/ KHREST'S DESPERATE SACRIFICE
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THE SHIP OF THINGS TO COME
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FOREWORD

A man reached the end of Orion Avenue where a wide lawn began to stretch out behind a border of blooming bushes and flowers. Mildly astonished, he looked back down the magnificent street. Only a few minutes earlier the heavy traffic of a sprawling metropolis had flowed around him.
Terrania, hub of the Solar Imperium, was an immense city full of contrasts. Supermodern stratoscrapers flowed into the quiet and relaxation of beautiful parks. For those who sought leisure and recreation, the parks spread lazily in all directions.
The man walked along the edge of one such park. In the shadow of three trees stood a statue which had been erected as a memorial only a short while ago. It was none too conspicuous and a person in a hurry could have passed it by without noticing it. But the man paused. He gazed at the pedestal hewn from a pale natural stone. On the pedestal stood the figure of a man sculptured by a gifted artist. A sunbeam penetrated the foliage of the trees and touched the chiselled face. The spectator unconsciously took a step back, for the statue almost looked alive. It represented a tall slim man of advanced age whose body was cloaked in a cape. His right arm was stretched out in a protective gesture.
The man in front of the memorial smiled a gentle, sad smile at the face of stone that exuded frankness and intelligence on the rigid features.
Four simple words were cut into the pedestal and the man read them slowly and repeated them several times: A FRIEND TO MANKIND
That was all. There was no name, no date and no record of heroic deeds. Only the one sentence. Everybody knew the name of the man to whom the monument was dedicated and what he had done for Earth.
The quiet witness turned slowly away. He walked across the lawn, paying no attention to the taxi circling overhead. His thoughts dwelled on the man of stone and his lips formed his name as if he wanted to engrave it indelibly in his mind for all times.
Khrest!

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