The Great Flood




The amazing story of life on the planet Elekton, far out in space, was learnt by people on Earth when a strange craft crashed in a swamp in Florida, in the U.S.A. What is it, Dad? Son! We’re going to leave this to the cops! The craft and its dead crew were subjected to the most detailed scrutiny . . . It is clear that these quasihuman creatures are not of our galaxy, and that their intelligence is the equal or more—of our own . . . The heart of the mystery lay in the printed books that were carried aboard the craft. It took Professor P.R. Haddon of Boston, Massachusetts a lifetime of work to decipher the alien writings. I’ve done it at last! The books told of another world in deep space: the planet Elekton in the galaxy of Yarna. The greatest power on Elekton is the Trigan Empire, ruled over by its founder, the Emperor Trigo. Much of the story of the Trigan Empire has already been recounted. We now continue with the beginning of the Seventh Book. It was in the second year of Serth (begins the seventh book) that dwellers in the river valleys beyond the plain of Vorg noticed a strange phenomenon. Look! Water’s coming up out of the floor! The river’s never been so high in living memory! And there hasn’t been a drop of rain all this long, hot summer!
The Air Fleet Carrier ‘Daveli’ was cruising in the southern ocean and the crews were practising landings. Janno, the Emperor’s nephew, received a fateful summons that day. Lieutenant, there’s a message from Trigan City. You’re to return there at once, to attend an Imperial conference. An Imperial conference?—About what, I wonder? The following day, Janno took his place in the vast audience chamber of the Imperial Palace. Present were the members of the Imperial Family, Heads of States, and Military Chiefs of the Empire. Elekton’s top Scientist, Peric, rose to address them. His opening words stunned them into silence . . . My friends! . . . This planet is faced with disaster! It has been observed in all parts of the empire—as you all know well—that water levels are rising, despite the summer’s drought. This is caused by the melting of the ice caps at our poles, which, in its turn, is caused by the present proximity of our suns. Peric touched a button—and a large model was unveiled. This, as you will recognise, is the plain of Vorg and the mountains that flank it on each side. At the far end of the plain, on the river Vorg, is Trigan City . . . He touched another button. Instantly, there was a rushing of waters . . . a devastating inundation! Watch closely!—Trigan City is being carried away! This, my friends, is what will happen in three lunar months’ time! By that time, all the rest of the planet will be under water! The destruction of Trigan City will spell the end of life on the planet Elekton!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 635 on 16 March 1974.

 

A World within a World (continued . . .)




Amid the ruins of the palace laboratory, Trigo was engaged in mortal combat with the predator. Hah! He had just dispatched his fierce opponent when he heard the voice of Peric, the scientist. Destroyed! Ruined! A lifetime’s work! And what of the Emperor? I’m here, Peric! Thank the stars that you have been spared, Imperial Majesty. But much that has been destroyed in here is completely irreplaceable. It can all be replaced—given time. As far as your own condition is concerned, Imperial Majesty, time is one thing I do not have. I must find a way to reverse the process in your tissues before you disintegrate into nothing! By nightfall, the revolutionaries’ fury had spent itself. But the Imperial Palace lay in ruins.
A truce was declared. The Emperor’s brother, Brag, met leaders of the revolt and the more moderate political groups. Where is the Emperor? It’s useless to talk of reforms, when the only man who can make them law refuses to show himself! The Emperor will appear . . . in . . . in good time! The leader of the moderates spoke up . . . Lord Brag—you must produce the Emperor by the end of the lunar month, or we shall have no alternative but to agree to the declaration of a Republic! Brag knew that Trigo was as good as doomed already. If—if my brother does not appear within the time you have given, would I be acceptable in his place? No, my Lord, you would not! It’s Trigo—or nothing! And so . . . It’s all up to you, Peric. You’ve got to restore the Emperor to his proper size by the end of the lunar month, or the Trigan Empire’s finished! I am nowhere near the answer to the problem, Lord Brag. Meanwhile, the Emperor is shrinking fast! Look! Brag looked. His brother was living in the nightmare world of the microscopic! By all the stars! This is horrible! My greatest problem is to protect him from predatory bacteria. Unfortunately, in keeping him alive and nourished, I am also keeping alive the creatures that could destroy him! Even at that moment, Trigo was in deadly peril! I am done for!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 581 on 3 March 1973.