The Thing from the Sea (continued . . .)

Inside the alien mass that crouched like a submerged monster of the deep . . . . . . Janno, Keren and Roffa were imprisoned in airtight capsules of transparent fibre. All about them, the inhabitants of the vast, water-filled interior went about their tasks. Suddenly, the water level began to drop —and the strange people placed curiously- shaped devices into their throats. When the water had gone, the three captives were released from the capsules and led towards a commanding figure. So ! The Trigan prisoners ! And who are you ? I am Ura Zircon, Lord of the planet Thalla.
Our mother planet lies in the distant galaxy of Cerris, and is entirely covered by water. We are a water-breathing people. Regrettably, Thalla is moving inexorably nearer to one of its suns, which means that the surface of the planet will one day be a boiling mass . . . Mindful of my people's peril, I caused this conquest- machine to be constructed, so that we could leave Thalla and win another planet for our home. When all was ready, we launched ourselves in the machine and journeyed to Elekton—a planet whose way of life, speech and customs we had studied by long-range systems in our technology. Since then, the destroying units of the machine have been doing their work. Soon—with all civilisation in chaos —Elekton will be ours ! The three Trigans listened in awe and alarm to the rest of Ura Zircon's speech. Armed with the devices which enable them to breathe out of water, units of my people have infiltrated into the towns and cities of the surface. My own daughter is among them . . . She goes by the name of Sorra, and has gained herself a position of trust at the side of your emperor himself. Her task—when the time comes—will be to destroy Trigo ! Meanwhile, back at the Imperial Palace at Trigan City, the Emperor Trigo spoke approvingly to his new secretary You have done your work well, Sorra. I am pleased with you. You are too kind, Imperial Majesty.

This installment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 469 on 9 January 1971.


Voyage to the Moon Bolus (continued . . .)

Janno and his comrades felt the death blow of the countless red hot particles, and were hurled headlong ! Aaaaaaaagh ! Out of control, the doomed craft toppled over and over . . . falling . . . falling . . . in the grip of Bolus's gravity ! In the turmoil of the control compartment, Thulla's voice was raised in a frenzied scream ! Thulla's order was obeyed . . . moments later, the craft's headlong fall was checked . . . and it swayed slowly down towards the surface of the moon. It descended slowly . . . yet with enough force to smash itself to ruin against a towering cliff wall ! Later . . . the survivors crawled out of the wreckage and looked about them in awe at the inhospitable landscape. We've done it ! . . . we've reached Bolus . . . and now we can never return ! The old scientist pointed . . . to their mother planet.

This installment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 321 on 9 March 1968.