Perry Rhodan Lemuria 1: Ark of the Stars by Frank Borsch Read Free Book Online Page A

League of Free Terrans worlds. We've got to drop out of this speed as fast as we can or we'll have wasted any chance we have of rescuing the crawler's crew."
    Sharita nodded, as if agreeing only reluctantly. "That's true. Very well. First we'll haul that thing on board—who knows, it might be valuable. And then we'll find our people!"
    Rhodan didn't reply. He believed he knew what had happened to Crawler Eleven. If he was right, it would not make the crew of the Palenque happy.
     
    The Palenque returned to the original search area, combing it for a second time in a series of hyper-jumps, supported by a swarm of crawlers that were just as industrious as they were blind. When this search also proved fruitless, Sharita expanded the search radius.
    While this was going on, no one worried about the wreck that had been recovered and which now rested in one of the Palenque 's hangars. Not in the hanger used by Crawler Eleven—the symbolism would have been too much for the crew—but in the hangar designed to accommodate the ship's space-jet, empty because the owners of the Palenque had been unable to bring themselves to invest in the auxiliary craft. It was not a lack of curiosity that kept the prospectors from examining their discovery: the bottom line was that the wreck was something dead, and their concern was focused on the living.
    But with each hour that passed, it became increasingly clear that the crew of Crawler Eleven now lived only in the minds of their fellow prospectors. There wasn't the slightest trace of the vehicle to be found in the Ochent Nebula.
    Rhodan watched, a helpless onlooker, as the prospectors' hopes died bit by bit. At first, sheer tension allowed them to avoid the truth. The members of the control center crew tapped into the hyperdetector's data and went through it with their own eyes in the desperate hope of discovering anomalies that the ship's syntron had overlooked. Alemaheyu Kossa wrote search programs on the fly that analyzed the incoming and stored data from fresh perspectives. But their efforts yielded no results; all they found were small, scattered clouds of cosmic dust. Exhaustion replaced tension, and desperation grew. It simply couldn't be! Their crewmates had to be alive! They fought the ever more pressing need for sleep, determined to not leave their comrades in the lurch. But the hyperdetector remained silent, and as the search radius steadily grew, the probability of finding Crawler Eleven steadily shrank.
    Finally, Rhodan felt compelled to speak up. "Commander, I believe there is no point in continuing this search."
    "Oh?" The glare from the bruised-looking eyes clearly added: And what makes you think you know so much about it?
    "The crawler's crew is dead."
    "And how can you know this? The crawler had enough air and supplies to last for weeks."
    "I'm aware of that. But it doesn't matter. The crawler has been destroyed."
    "That can't be." Sharita rose abruptly from her seat and stood up straight, brushing an imaginary piece of lint from her uniform jacket. "We have combed the entire area. The last vestiges of the hyper-storm have died out. The hyperdetectors are operating at full capacity. If there was even one piece of debris bigger than a speck of dust out there, we would have found it."
    "Exactly."
    "What do you mean by that?"
    "That in all likelihood, not even a speck of dust from Crawler Eleven remains."
    Sharita's right hand closed around the grip of her beamer. "Now I understand what you're trying to say! Those damned Akonians! I'll make them pay! Who else could be behind this? If not them, then it was the Dishheads! I'll ... "
    Rhodan shook his head. "No. This was not their doing."
    "And who else, pray tell? Don't tell me it's the Arkonides, and they're the reason you're here hanging on our ... tail."
    "No. My mission is what I have told you. I'm here to make contact with the Akonians through unofficial channels and improve Terra's relationship with them. Granted, the Akonians