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OPERATION: DESTRUCTORS



DESTROY the Robot Brain!

The Mechanical Mind… the Positronicon… the soulless Regent of Arkon.

This is the mission of the Recruits for Arkon.

But it is a task that cannot be undertaken nor rushed into madly. First mock battles must be
fought and won, severe training undergone, commando war tactics perfected in a special
Battle School.

Naator!

The staging arena for the conflict to come is—




CONFLICT CENTER: NAATOR


1/ RIGHT MAN, WRONG ADDRESS



THE GIANT RED SUN stood high in the sky and shone down on the desert landscape. The sparse
shrubbery cast very few shadows across the sandy ground which rose gently in this area and gradually
became more rocky until it climbed abruptly over the steep slopes of a mountain range. When looking at
this extensive chain of ridges from the West one would have been hard pressed to discern any breach or
pass, yet there were valleys here through which merchant caravans had found their way in more peaceful
times. They had been modem caravans, of course, with tractor vehicles and heavy cargo gliders.

It was no time of peace now, however, on Zalit, the 4th planet of the Voga System. Nor was it a time of
actual war. But just the near proximity of the Arkon System was threat enough. After all, what was a
mere distance of three light-years?

Under the rulership of a giant robot Brain, the stellar empire of the Arkonides was in need of fighting
men. It obtained them from the colonial worlds which dared not offer any resistance to its demands.
Arkon was reinforcing its mighty war fleet in order to attack an unknown planet that lay more than
30,000 light-years across the void. Unknown, that is, except for its name: Terra!

On Zalit were many hiding places where able-bodied men of draft age had retreated in order to elude
the search patrols of the Arkonides. There they lived and waited, not knowing when they might return to
their homes again. But they had time on their side. As long as friends brought them food, they preferred
the restrictions of a voluntary confinement to the Arkonide training camps on a world that would be alien
to them.