" Perry Rhodan 0075 - (67) Crimson Universe" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Rhodan)

RED ALERT!


6562 LIGHT-YEARS from Earth, the Solar Empire's base on the former colonial world
Grautier is in a state of alarm as the Spacefleet of Terra prepares to battle the hordes of
Druufon.

Out around Grautier, two time-planes are beginning to stabilize—Earth's Einstein
continuum and that of the alien universe of the Druufs.

Perry Rhodan, Atlan, Bell, watch developments expectantly and Rhodan develops a bold
plan.

Atlan is more than apprehensive for already 10,000 years ago this Prince of Arkon fought
the monstrous foe.

A scarlet geyser of blood must surely erupt again as conflict flares in—




CRIMSON UNIVERSE


1/ MYRTHA SECTOR ALERT!



I WAS DEEPLY IMPRESSED.

They were more industrious than bees in a hive and more unrelenting than a pack of starving wolves on
the trail of an exhausted elk.

Without fanfare or show they worked with a natural eagerness. Every switch and control was set, all
calculations had been checked out and each man knew precisely what he was to do in the next moment.

In spite of their unquestionable initiative they were so well coördinated that each individual effort became
a concerted part of the overall action, without duplication or any serious competitive conflicts.

They accomplished everything with such a good-humouredesprit de corps that difficulties seemed to
take care of themselves; and the general rapport between scientists, officers and crewmen was so easy
and relaxed that to any outside observer this appeared to be one big family working in unison.

There was a teeming hustle and bustle and a roar of industrious activity such as could only be seen and
heard at a great spaceport and interstellar shipyard.
One hour before, the chief engineer of Armament Wharf 14 had begged me to vacate the upper cupola
of the new superbattleshipKublai Khan so that I would not get in the way of his technicians. I had left the
dome with a slight sense of outrage. After all, I was the one who had been brooding all day over the
problem of dismounting the tele-transmitter from the old battleship Ganymede and reinstalling it in the
weapons room of theKublai Khan . By the time I reached the small personnel lock some 3900 feet