The Heat Controller (continued . . .)




The searing heat buckled the roadways, causing multiple traffic disasters. Spontaneous combustion from the fantastic temperature caused widespread fires. A whole area of the capital city was soon a sea of flames. The flames are spreading! Evacuate the entire city! Night fell, bringing scenes of indescribable chaos, as panic-stricken people fled the conflagration. Janno saw the flames below him, from the cockpit of his speedy fighting craft. Half the city is wiped out already! Nevertheless, he stayed with his task, reporting back constantly to his control centre. I am changing course for my tenth circumnavigation, which will take me over the Great Barrier Mountains at approximately midnight, Trigan City time. Janno was filled with a sense of awe and wonder as the massive, snow-clad range appeared ahead: A mountain fastness that few had ever penetrated on foot. I shall have to climb higher to get over them.
Soon, he was gazing down at uncharted glaciers that had existed since the planet’s birth, rocky peaks that would stand for eternity. Experiencing a fair amount of buffeting, but that’s to be expected in these conditions. The buffeting increased in violence, till the small craft was vibrating to a dangerous degree. It . . . It’s falling apart! His trained pilot’s instinct made him pull the escape lever. He was blasted from his doomed fighter an instant before it disintegrated. I’m alive . . . But stranded in the worst place on the planet! As he drifted down to the frozen wastes, he saw . . . By all the stars! He landed in soft snow below the frowning walls of the strange edifice. It’s hardly likely that anyone lives there, but at least I shall be able to shelter till help arrives. He mounted the rock-hewn staircase . . . up . . . up . . . The vast doorway was open wide. He stepped into the chill gloom, his voice echoing from the ancient stonework. Is—anyone—here?

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 683 on 15 February 1975.

 

The Heat Controller




On the third hour of the twenty-fifth day of the year of Hoth, people in the streets of Trigan City began suddenly to act in a most remarkable manner. Aaaaah! The cold! The icy cold! What’s happening to us? Within instants, ice was forming everywhere. Get under cover, before we all freeze to death! Help me with this old man before he perishes. Down in the harbour, the sudden and fantastic fall in temperature froze the sea. Ships were crushed in the grip of the mountainous ice formations. The Trigan Bay bridge, weighed down by the sudden addition of the ice mass, sagged and broke . . . . . . with disastrous results! At noonday, the temperature rocketed back to normal and the streets of the city ran deeply with melted ice. It’s unbelievable! Fantastic!
The Emperor Trigo summoned an Imperial Council meeting, to discuss the strange disaster. Peric, Elekton’s top scientist, gave his opinion. It is my theory that the phenomenon of the falling temperature had no natural cause. Are you suggesting, Peric, that it was caused deliberately? I am, Majesty! I believe that a person or persons unknown have discovered a means to control the magnetic field of this planet, and consequently control the weather and climate. I do not have to remind you that such total command over life on Elekton makes this person or persons virtual dictators. I am convinced, however, that the source of this magnetic power can be detected from the air. So I have devised a piece of equipment which can be carried in an ordinary air craft. The great silence was interrupted by Janno, the Emperor’s nephew. I’ll do it! I’ll fly the detector craft! I half guessed that my young friend would volunteer! Two days later, Janno took off in his specially-equipped air craft. His task, to circumnavigate the planet at zero height, searching for the source of the sinister power. That same day, totally without warning . . . it happened! Aaaaah! The heat, the heat! I must have water! All the continent of Victris lay under a searing heat wave! The temperature rose to dizzy heights. In the great square of Trigan City, people staggered to the fountains, trying to slake their thirsts in the overheated waters. We are all going to die! No one can live through this heat!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 682 on 8 February 1975.

 

The Food of the Gods (continued . . .)




Janno dived headlong for the undergrowth, with projectiles slashing past him like meteorites. He lay still, while his merciless pursuers searched the forest all round him. No sign of him. He’s escaped us. What does it matter? He’s a nobody. The self-appointed leader of the super-creatures produced a handful of the deadly fruit. We will continue with our plans of conquest. But first . . . we will feast again off the food of the gods. Janno stayed hidden till nightfall. He then set off for Trigan City, reaching there at daybreak. I’ll report to my uncle at once. Those boys are a real danger and must be stopped immediately. But . . . Look! It’s Janno! Cut him down! Only Janno’s quick wits and lightning physical reactions saved him. By all the stars!
Why are my own people shooting at me on sight? He soon learned the answer . . . Did we get him? I hope so! We’ll be commended by the Emperor for wiping out the traitor who attacked the air base. I’ve been declared a traitor! Following the mysterious attack upon the air base, the Trigan armoured corps were put on the alert. None of the soldiers took any notice of a group of boys watching nearby. We’ll take these warmachines and use them to destroy Trigan City! Peric was working in his laboratory that fateful morning, when a sound at the open window made him turn. Peric. Aaaaah . . . You. The great scientist’s hand groped for a button . . . Peric. Something terrible is happening . . . Immediately, the young Air Fleet pilot was enveloped in twin clouds of choking red gas! Aaaaaaagh! Fool! Do you think I am without protection here?

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 665 on 12 October 1974.