" Perry Rhodan 0045 - (37) Epidemic Center Aralon" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Rhodan)

The lives of the crew of the New Power hang in the balance. Artificially induced illness has
ravaged Perry Rhodan’s allies, and there seems to be no cure–unless his young lieutenant
can accomplish a perilous interstellar mission.



First, Rhodan’s agent, Tifflor, must feign betrayal of the Peacelord of the Universe. And then
he too falls victim to the ruthless schemes of the murderous Medical Masters…




This is the stirring story of–


EPIDEMIC CENTRE: ARALON


1/ AN EXCITING PLAN



A ghastly and uninviting world at best, Mooff 6 was a giant planet orbiting the yellowish sun designated
as Mooff in the Arkonide Star Catalogues, situated in the centre of Star Cluster M-13, about 34,000
light-years from Earth.

When Perry Rhodan first landed on Mooff 6 he was strongly reminded of Jupiter, although Mooff 6
harboured intelligent life, unlike the great gas giant of our own solar system.

And what a strange life form! The Mooffs were wide, flabby and taller than a man, resembling
overgrown jellyfish. Harmless and peaceable, they communicated with each other telepathically. They
simply had not elected to build up any notable form of civilization and were content merely to be left
alone.

So Perry Rhodan gave them their wish—but first he was forced to determine whether they had anything
to do with the terrible plague that had struck down his men. He took 50 Mooffs: aboard his ship and
adapted living quarters for them containing their native methane atmosphere. By this means he hoped to
make use of their mildly hypnotic powers of suggestion in case he needed them to help replace the
afflicted mutants of his special corps—at least for the time being.

Before takeoff from Mooff 6, Rhodan gathered a few of his remaining healthy crewmembers in the
Control Central. Khrest, the tall, white-haired Arkonide scientist, sat down in one of the chairs. Very little
confidence shone in his reddish eyes for he realized what a harsh blow the Peacelord had been dealt;
what an impossible position he had been put in. The situation seemed virtually hopeless.

Although considerably younger than Rhodan, Lt. Tifflor bore a striking resemblance to him. He sat at
present before the nav-computer and waited for his chief’s decision. The Japanese ‘seer’, Wuriu Sengu,
stood nearby, silent and unassuming according to his nature.
 Pucky, however, was another matter. As the most highly endowed paranormal sensitive, the
mouse-beaver lay sprawled casually on the couch. Looking like a king-sized Mickey Mouse with a