by Perry Rhodan
They would all begin to ask themselves, "Who is this Perry Rhodan? Where is this world of Terra that menaces our ambitions?"
"One more minute to takeoff," announced Tiff matter-of-factly.
Rhodan's eyes returned to Thora's luminous face...
Then Pucky rose noisily from the couch where he had been sitting hunched in an unusual bog of silence. He slipped to the floor and waddled brusquely to the door, which opened automatically before him and slid to one side. "Hmph! I see I'm excess baggage around here," he twittered, accompanying his twit with a shrill whistle indicative of his displeasure. "I'd like to know who's going to rub my back when Bell's leave is over with." Having spoken his piece he gave Thora a reproachful look, hobbled into the passageway—and disappeared.
"Takeoff in 10 seconds!" said Tiff, too involved with his duty to spare any emotion for the small drama which had just taken place.
Rhodan nodded to Khrest and Thora. "Let's go. I think we should start thinking about what our report to the Robot should sound like."
EPIDEMIC CENTER: ARALON
Copyright © Ace Books 1973
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THE SHIP OF THINGS TO COME
On Honur, world of the Honos, the skeletal hulks of long-abandoned spaceships suddenly assume unexpected value when it is realized that they consist of 3 to 400 tons of invaluable Arkon T-steel! Too good a deal for the Galactic Traders—or is it Raiders?—to pass up. But if the Springers sense a commercial killing, can the Mounders be far behind? Not if Talamon the Mounder has anything to do with it—and he does! Talamon moves swiftly despite his 1300 pounds of corpulence. And into the picture come the Aras as well, those medical machinators who would not even stop at the destruction of Earth itself to further their insidious interests! Steel yourself for an adventure that's fast as speol (speed of light) in—
PROJECT: EARTHSAVE
by Kurt Brand
