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of nowhere. Smiling sweetly, he nodded to the Second Astronaut, who flinched and gasped for air until
he became red in the face.

"I’ll murder you!" Bell gnashed his teeth. "One of these days this guy is going to land in my stomach. Has
everybody gone crazy around here?"

Rhodan listened to the reports coming in quick succession from all departments as they were ready to
function again.

This time Chief Engineer Garand was indeed on the intercom. Very condescendingly he stated his
opinion.

"Everything is under control, sir," he beamed. His high voice sounded jubilant. "Has any mischief been
committed?"

"You see!" Bell exclaimed. "He has the same suspicion. Maybe that beast can also make that blue giant
sun move out of our way!"

Rhodan cut off the telecom connection with the engine control room. Nothing on board the
super-battleship seemed to have changed.

Dr. Haggard had quietly and unobtrusively entered the command centre. He gave Khrest a
high-pressure injection in the arm.

"Very unstable," Haggard said softly. "Thora hasn’t snapped out of it yet. What happened? I’ve never
experienced such a transition."

"The limit of the hyper-field converter is at about 35,000 light-years. We’ve taken a risk by doing it in
one jump. I won’t try it again."

Haggard—the physician who with his newly developed anti-serum cured the leukaemia from which the
Arkonide suffered—silently shrugged his shoulders. The commander ought to know best; he had learned
everything by hypno-training that the once active and wise Arkonides had created and developed.

"If I only knew where we are," rasped Klein, who still had trouble speaking. "Is this Vega?"

As Rhodan was about to call the astronomical section, the alarm sounded. The positronic computer
controlling the range-finder automatically set off the warning signal without human assistance.

All heads were suddenly raised and the conversation stopped abruptly. The relaxed atmosphere
changed and every muscle in their bodies tensed up.

The co-ordinated team of 500 men quickly sprang into action. Seconds after the first howling of the
sirens, the heavily armoured hatches were sealed hermetically. The spacious sphere was subdivided into
thousands of units leaving no doubt as to its mechanical efficiency. The gigantic Arkonide vessel of the
renowned Imperium class could not be destroyed by any single hit

Far below the command station, which was located at the geometrical centre of the sphere, the atomic
fusion-reactors of Arkonide origin began to rumble and all power stations rose to peak output.