Category: Elekton

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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.

 
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Voyage to the Moon Bolus (continued . . .)

















	














The fate of Janno’s message lay in the balance . . . and then . . .

No!.. don’t throw it back into the sea!

When we return to port we can sell it as a souvenir . . . we’ll spin a good story . . . say that we found it in the lair of a sea demon.

I still say it’s accursed . . .. like everything in the forbidden sea!

So the fateful message in the bottle was put to one side, amongst the fish they had caught.

Meanwhile, deep in the airless waste between Elekton and the Moon, Bolus, Thulla’s strange craft journeyed on . . .

In the vast hull, Janno and his comrades lay in their bunks . . .

I wonder how far we’ve gone by now?

I hope Thulla is in full control of this craft . . . It would be unpleasant to be dashed to pieces on the surface of Bolus!

Thulla was certainly in control of his craft. Even at that moment the great scientist was gazing down at Bolus in triumph.

All goes well . . . Already we are entering the field of the moon’s gravity!

And then . . . it happened! The million-to-one disaster that not even Thulla could have prevented .

A HAIL OF METEORITES!
























	














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!

Operate the emergency landing gear! . . . quickly!  . . . quickly, you fools!

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.

Behold Elekton! . . . look upon it well! . . . that is how we shall see it for the rest of our lives!

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