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Perry Rhodan 029 Fleet Of The Springers 1/ Prisoners Of The
Springers UNKNOWN TO ALL but the Springers was this secret place. This place
where prisoners of the K-7 were confined. The K-7, auxiliary ship of the
Terrestrial spacefleet, measured 200 feet in diameter and was presently bound
to the Orla XI by a highly effective magneto-mechanical bond. The bond
neutralized itself inside the Orla, which was one of the gigantic spacers of
the merchant fleet of the unique race known as the Springers. A captive of
the alien ship, the K-7 and its crew had gone through hypertransition with the
Springers and emerged, after the hytrans process, at this unidentified place
in space. Beneath the K-7, parasitic prisoner of the Springer ship, lay a
strange cloud-covered world around which parent ship and kidnaped ship had
been circling for endless hours. Three humans stood together in the command
centre of the K-7: Humphrey Hifield, Klaus Eberhardt and Mildred Orsons.
Hifield and Eberhardt still wore the regular service uniform of Space Academy
cadets. Mildred was attired in one of the comfortable sheer spacesuits of
Arkonide manufacture, with a helmet that hung on the back like a hood when not
in use. "It's taking a long time!" Eberhardt growled. Hifield shrugged his
shoulders. "I hope they don't hurt him," Mildred sighed. The remark seemed
to irritate Hifield, who flared: "Why should they do anything to him? He'll be
back in five or ten minutes and laugh at you for being so scared. I wish
somebody would make that big a fuss about me!" Mildred refrained from
reacting. Eberhardt looked sideways at Hifield and grinned: "You're always
very careful not to get into situations that would cause us to worry about
you, aren't you?" Hifield was not the man to let such an insinuation pass
unnoticed. But before he could retort, Mildred cried out happily: "Here he
comes! Over there!" A hole suddenly gaped in the smooth wall of the strange
ship. A human figure emerged, pushed off and floated across the chasm. On the
observation screen, the figure was lost from sight when it disappeared behind
the curvature of the K-7. Mildred was already on her way. "Come on! Let's go
meet him!" she shouted. Eberhardt ran after her. Hifield angrily shook his
head, then reluctantly followed. Posted at the exit of the command centre
were two heavily armed Springer guards but these the trio stormed through and
ran down the wide corridor to the main elevator. The two tall long-haired
Springers didn't move a facial muscle. They had observed the three prisoners
while they were in the command centre and were certain that they hadn't done
anything undesirable. Mildred, Eberhardt and Hifield reached the airlock of
the auxiliary ship at the same time as the hatch opened. The man they had seen
float across from the Orla XI stepped in, pulled his helmet back over his head
and let his shoulders drop in a gesture of resignation. "What's the matter,
Tiff?" Mildred asked anxiously. Tiff-Julian Tifflor, Cadet of the Space
Academy in Terrania on a clandestine mission so secret that he himself had not
been informed of its true purpose-waved his hand. "Nothing," he answered
wearily. "They've grilled me. And, by Jove, they've got a way of interrogating
you that makes you forget how to smile!" "And how much did you spill?"
Hifield asked a little more acrimoniously than he really intended. "Not a
thing!" Tiff shouted, enraged. "I don't know anything so I couldn't blab
anything!" "Says you!" Hifield shot back unmoved. Mildred gave him an
exasperated look. "Can't you stop this quarrelling for five minutes?" she
upbraided him. Then she turned toward Tiff to ask him something but Tiff said
quickly: "Let's all go up! I've got to talk to you!" He led the way. The two