The Green Fog




The blind beggar Uruz had sat at the base of Trigo’s statue in the great square of the city for as long as anyone could remember. One morning, Janno the Emperor’s nephew was crossing the square. As always, he dropped a coin into the beggar’s hat. A thousand thanks, Lord Janno. You knew who I was! Yet I never uttered a word! So you think that I can see after all. But you are wrong, Lord Janno. Why, I know you from the sound of your footfall, from the very rustle of your uniform. My eyes are my ears! The incident had passed from Janno’s mind by the time he reached the air fleet base, climbed into his tiny fighter craft and took off. Calling control. Have cleared the ground. Your orders, please. His orders took him to the stratosphere, high above the surface of Elekton, patrolling the sky frontiers of the Trigan Empire. At about noon, people in the great square of Trigan City saw . . . IT! Look! What is it? It was a wall of swirling green fog that swept across the great capital, enveloping everything . . . It’s fantastic! I’ve never seen such a thing before!
. . . in a blanket of green blindness! Help! Where are you? I can’t see a thing! High above, Janno was shocked to hear the controller’s panic-stricken cries over his communicator. It’s all gone green! I’m blind! Janno, for pity’s sake! . . . What’s happening down there? Receiving no reply, Janno brought his craft down in a screaming dive. Nearing the ground, he saw the ominous green cloud that shrouded the city. It’s . . . unbelievable! Even as he looked, the green murk cleared away and the capital of the Trigan Empire lay below him in all its accustomed glory. It’s . . . gone! The pandemonium in the city was indescribable, with crashed vehicles littering the streets, and frightened and bewildered people wandering about in shock. It was as if the end of the world had come. What if it happens again? I think I shall go out of my mind! Uruz, the blind beggar, cried out in a loud voice. I tell you something terrible has taken place! An alien people have been amongst us. What? Explain yourself! His words struck a chill into the hearts of all his listeners. While this green fog of which you speak was upon us, while you were all stumbling about like the newly-blind . . . there came amongst us some who walked with sure-footed tread, as if they could see!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 732 on 24 January 1976.

 

The Man with a Mission




It seemed that all Trigan City was gathered on the great plain outside the walls. The announcer’s voice stilled the multitude to silence. Now for the most thrilling sporting event of the lunar year ! I give you . . . Lukaz Rann ! . . . Champion rocketeer of the Trigan Empire and the planet Elekton ! And today, Lukaz Rann will attempt to break his own height record of thirty-thousand fromms ! Rocketeering was the most dangerous sport known, and Lukaz Rann was its most intrepid hero. Three—two — one—zero— fire ! The living projectile streaked skywards. He’s done it ! He’s broken his own record ! The height indicator gives thirty- one thousand—thirty- two thousand fromms ! Now he’s parting from his rocket ! He . . . he’s in trouble !
Before the horrified gaze of thousands of upturned eyes, the rocketeer’s rescue equipment failed on opening. Lukaz fell thirty-three thousand fromms into the waters of Trigan Bay. By great good fortune, he was picked up by a pleasure boat. Careful with him, wife. When news of the mishap was brought to the Emperor, Trigo summoned Peric, Elekton’s top scientist. The surgeons are operating on Lukaz Rann immediately. I should like you to be present and give them the benefit of your vast knowledge of the healing arts. Gladly, Imperial Majesty. Throughout the rising and setting of many suns, the rocketeer’s life hung in the balance. The surgeons’ skills seemed to bring success. Before long, Lukaz Rann was able to take a few steps. Do you see me, Peric ? In no time at all, I’ll be riding a rocket again ! Lukaz, I have news for you. Lukaz, you are possibly the bravest person on this planet. But steel yourself ! What I am going to tell you is going to test your courage to the breaking point !

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 699 on 7 June 1975.

 

The 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.