Perry Rhodan 005 by Unknown Author

Author:Unknown Author
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-04-02T16:00:00+00:00

MUTANTS IN ACTION

CHAPTER ONE

“Altitude?”

“Constant.”

“Speed?”

“Constant but lousy,” Bell mumbled.

“Destination range?”

“Twenty-five hundred.”

“Course?”

“Set.”

Perry Rhodan sighed and wiped the sweat from his brow. “Well, so much for that.”

Some of the heat that boiled up from the sands of the Great Southern Desert a mile below them was transmitted to the control room of the Good. Hope—and for good reason. The ship’s air conditioning system was down because all available power from the still intact generators was being channeled into the propulsion system.

It had cost Rhodan a good hour’s deliberation to decide whether to attempt flying the Good Hope to the desert fortress or to dismantle all weapons and take them with him. He had decided on the first alternative. Khrest and Thora had advised him against it, and now since he had not followed their counsel they both tended to stress their anxiety for the flight. But according to Reg Bell the two Arkonides had come along anyway, for the simple reason that they couldn’t afford to lose face to anyone.

The Good Hope’s automatic pilot system and peripheral automatic gear were no longer functional. They were forced to go back to the Wright brothers’ method and fly virtually by the seat of their pants. Danger lurked in every moment. Those repairs which had been made were patchwork at best and failed to instill any modicum of confidence or feeling of safety.

However, Heklihar seemed unconcerned. With his deep, dark eyes he merely continued to scan the sandy wastelands ahead in the visiscreen. The Thort had summoned Heklihar, chief technologist of the secret desert fortification, to act as guide for the Good Hope. By Earth standards he was small, as were many of the members of his race. His skin color was more turquoise than the normal blue, which he attributed to the desert sun. With his thick, copper colored hair he presented a colorful spectacle in spite of his gray clothing.

Under present circumstances, Reginald Bell felt far removed from his official status as the Third Power’s Security Minister. He was far too occupied managing his half of the control tasks and continously watching and reading the related instruments and flight indicators. From time to time he would glance at the screen and note that hour after hour there was no change in the desolate desert landscape below.

Several times he was forced to mutter. “Ye gods! The good Lord must have chosen this place to dump his wrath!”

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