Perry Rhodan NEO: Volume 17 [Parts 1 to 3] by Alexander Huiskes Gary Haynaly

Perry Rhodan NEO: Volume 17 [Parts 1 to 3] by Alexander Huiskes Gary Haynaly

Author:Alexander Huiskes, Gary Haynaly
Language: eng
Format: epub


“So, I see you’re with these...peddlers.” Krineerk’s voice resonated with a hint of reproach. Novaal’s deputy had arrived on the Web only a minute ago and wasted no time with courtesies. “You should keep me informed of your location.”

“You could reach me by radio at any time. I decide where I am and when. I am your Reekha. You owe me an account of events, not the other way around!” said Novaal, more vehemently than intended. There was something about Krineerk that made him...well, it didn’t worry him directly, but it certainly irritated him.

“It was my fault,” Toreead chimed in. “I’ve turned off our shuttle’s status indicator.”

He’s lying, Novaal realized. He lies out of loyalty. To me, not to the Empire. He is a true son of Naat. Just as Sayoaard should have become one day...

He had not been mistaken in him. Perhaps his confidence was only based on the other’s vague resemblance to his own son, though much heavier. Nevertheless, his feelings, whatever had triggered them, had not deceived him.

“You’ll answer for that in due course,” he said quickly, before Krineerk could do anything on his part. His deputy tended to advocate violence for its own sake. He turned to face him so he could look him straight in the face. “Now for you. What is so important that it cannot be entrusted to an audiovisual message, but apparently so unimportant that you wasted time in seeing me personally?”

“Send the peddler away first.”

“Matriarch Belinkhar is the commander of this station and has the right to stay here,” Novaal said.

Krineerk’s forehead eye was fixed on the Mehandor. “If you don’t know how to keep this secret conversation a secret—”

“Enough!” snapped Novaal impatiently. “What is so urgent and so personally important that you had to come here?”

Krineerk slammed his left fist against his chest. “Looking through all the papers,”—he paused dramatically and snorted deeply—“I came across this!”

With a sweeping movement, he pulled a printed paper out of his uniform and handed it to Novaal.

“Ah. Where did this picture come from?” Novaal beckoned Toreead to come in, and Belinkhar peered at the photo with interest.

“One of the probes that we left on Gedt-Kemar.”

Novaal nodded thoughtfully. That explained the poor quality. He could only make out outlines, as if it were a paper cutout, not the result of state-of-the-art sensors and examination methods. It was a bad joke, and the person responsible for it was going to get in trouble. But since it had happened and could not be changed, he turned back to the recording. The future was still a vision, but it would shape the present.

“See, Toreead? The submarine and several...humans. Or Arkonides. Or Mehandor. One is significantly smaller than the others. A Mehandor, probably. Maybe a child too.”

Toreead grunted. Had he understood?

“May I have a look, please?” Matriarch Belinkhar pointed to the image, ignoring the angry Krineerk standing next to it. Novaal handed it to her without a word. She looked at it scrutinizingly, held it up. “Undoubtedly, this is a recent recording.



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