Posted on July 19, 2025August 1, 2025The Man with a Mission (continued . . .) Lukaz Rann brought Vallu’s vehicle to a jarring halt at the cliff edge and rasped an order. Get out ! Vallu’s bodyguards were closing in fast. Jump ! Please ! Spare me ! I’ll make you rich. Anything can be yours, if only . . . The great rocketeer thrust his victim over the abyss and followed after. Eeeeeeeeeeghh ! Lukaz Rann struck the water and sank deeply. Vallu’s been knocked unconscious. I must get him to the surface before he drowns. I’d hate anything to happen to him ! The bodyguards criss-crossed the area where the two had disappeared. No sign of them. They must have perished. But the intrepid rocketeer was alive, and supporting his half-drowned captive. They think it’s hopeless, and are giving up the search. That night, a Trigan fishing boat approached the cliffs, as Lukaz Rann had previously arranged. Well done, lads. Now let’s get out of here. Morning found the rocketeer back in his Vorg castle, with his second victim imprisoned in a dungeon. With so little time left to him, Lukaz Rann took up the next dossier without any delay. And now, another creature whose dis- appearance will sweeten the air of the whole planet . . . Yackrass ! Yackrass was a rabble-rousing Trigan politician. He was also the highest paid performer on the Trigan audivision network. An estimated fifty million viewers switched on his weekly programme. Mustn’t miss old Yackrass. He’s always good for a bit of excitement. Yackrass’s technique was to play upon the public’s fears and prejudices. Currently, he was blazing a campaign of XENOPHOBIA—the hatred of foreigners. Fellow-citizens ! Do you realise that there are over half a million foreign nationals residing here ? Taking all the best jobs ! Treating us like second class citizens ! How much longer are we going to tolerate this pollution in our midst ? Following Yackrass’s outburst, innocent and law-abiding foreigners—Catons, Lokans, Tharvians, and others—were mobbed in the streets and their properties destroyed. Down with the outsiders ! Trigan for the Trigans ! Yackrass had cause for self-congratulation. That very day, he had landed a new audivision contract at double his usual fee. By all the stars, you’re a clever fellow, my dear Yackrass. But retribution was at hand for the spreader of hatred. This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 705 on 19 July 1975.
Posted on May 24, 2025July 2, 2025The Man from the Future (continued . . .) Janno dived his stricken craft towards a broad river. Will I make it ? I’ve blown off the canopy. There’s still a chance. Janno kicked his way out of the wreckage. I’m safe— if only my lungs . . . hold . . . out ! But as he clawed his way to the bank . . . Come out with your hands on your head ! Later, he was interrogated. Why did you start the attack at dawn ? I have nothing to say. Toth Zandu informed us you were coming at midday ! So Toth Zandu is the traitor ! The traitor was already marked for punishment. Later, in another part of the Caton headquarters, grim orders were given. You are the one who first made contact with Toth Zandu ? Yes, sir ! You will accompany this trained killer to Trigan City. You will lead him to the victim’s residence and point him out. Then you will render any necessary assistance in eliminating Toth Zandu ! All that day, bells rang throughout the Trigan Empire in honour of the victorious attack. Toth Zandu was baffled and frightened. Cato is now in desperate straits for, despite their recent victories on land and sea, they are now without air-cover. It can’t be true ! I read of the Trigans’ defeat in the future. When dusk fell over Trigan City, a high- flying aircraft dropped two avengers. Toth Zandu was alone in his luxury villa when they burst in on him. I think you can guess why we’re here, double-dealer ! Toth Zandu’s hand stabbed a button. The assassins from Cato were instantly surrounded by a sheer-sided projectile-proof wall that rose from the floor. Fools ! Though I know that no harm is destined to come to me, I take reasonable precautions against my enemies. Later, Toth Zandu left his villa and climbed into his hover-auto. This new development makes my position insecure. I must go to the Emperor and give him a number of sensational predictions about the future. Then I am safe, no matter what. As he sped towards the city centre, he heard a sound behind him. You ! What do you want ? Vengeance ! It was Toth Zandu’s sworn enemy—the one he had cheated out of a fortune. This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 697 on 24 May 1975.
Posted on May 17, 2025May 26, 2025The Man from the Future (continued . . .) This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 696 on 17 May 1975.
