by Perry Rhodan
Around noon John Marshall called out excitedly: "The city! Let's go higher where we can see it better!"
From an altitude of 1000 feet the group beheld their destination. It was an amazing sight.
"Sailing ships!" Kitai Ishibashi whispered into his helmet and his radioed words were simultaneously heard by all his companions in their own helmets. "Sailing ships out of the 18th century! Good Heavens, what sort of a world is this? Are these people supposed to be descendants of the Arkonides?"
Marshall interrupted abruptly, a note of great urgency in his voice: "Quiet, please! A message from Rhodan!" His portable hypercom set was tuned in on reception. Hovering 1000 feet above Goszul's Planet, in view of a city of almost medieval appearance, Marshall interrupted their commander's short coded message:
"WAIT FOR HELP! WAIT FOR HELP!"
The call was repeated 20 times. Then communication stopped and silence was maintained throughout the rest of the day. But it was enough. The reassuring message was all Perry Rhodan's task force needed. To a man they knew they could rely on their leader. The Peacelord would never let them down.
COSMIC TRAITOR
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