The Prisoner of Zerss (continued . . .)




Every day brought a fresh disaster. The climax came when a fighting-craft of the Trigan Air Fleet was shot down by its own coastal battery. The pilot was Janno, who managed to eject and land safely. That was close! I nearly joined my illustrious ancestors then! The news was brought to the Emperor, whose powerful countenance was beginning to show the strain of his ordeal. There’s no telling how or why it happened. The officer who gave the order to open fire has disappeared without trace. The arch-fiend is behind it, as always! Brag—we’ve got to stop him! What is this secret weapon he’s using against my empire? Only one man alive has the brain to answer that, brother—Peric! Peric? The man who helped the fiend to escape? Must I set him free? Ah, Brag, I must try every means possible, I suppose . . . A message was sent out to the prison island of Zerss, and the strange cell was lowered from the sky.
Out stepped Peric, the wisest man on Elekton. You are to be taken to His Imperial Majesty. I am at His Majesty’s command, now as always. At the Imperial Palace, Peric studied the dossiers on all the disasters that had befallen the empire. When he had finished . . . Well, do , you have the answer? Yes, it is quite clear. I will write it down for you, Imperial Majesty. Peric scribbled a few words and passed them to his Emperor. Can this be true—is this the answer? Yes it is—and you can use the same weapon to destroy him! And by all the demons of Daveli, I’ll do it, too! At dawn the next day, countless printed leaflets were scattered from the air over the length and breadth of the empire. One of these leaflets found its way to “The Worst Man on the Planet”. What is it, Soyab? It’s for you—a personal message from Trigo himself! I think the disasters must have driven him mad! I think you are right, Soyab. The fool is as good as making me a present of his Imperial Crown!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 524 on 29 January 1972.

 

The Masked Raiders




In the fourth lunar month of the year of Yedd, the “Princess of Vorg”, largest ocean-going liner ever, was launched in Trigan City harbour by Salvia, daughter of Elekton’s top scientist. I name this vessel “Princess of Vorg”! May she voyage the oceans of this planet in safety and tranquillity. As the massive hull glided down the vast slipway, the Emperor Trigo made a gracious presentation to the girl who had performed the ceremony. Salvia, I should like you to accept this small memento of the occasion. Your Imperial Majesty is too kind. Later that year, all Trigan City turned out to see the “Princess of Vorg” gliding from the harbour on her maiden voyage. This is the Imperial News Service bringing you, live from Trigan City, this unforgettable spectacle. Passengers aboard the liner on this, her maiden voyage, include his Imperial Majesty, the Lord Janno, Peric and his daughter Salvia . . . Swiftly, the great liner spanned the ocean, past the forbidding peaks of the untrodden ice continent. Within the vast hull, safe from the killing winds, the great ballroom resounded to the music of the dance. Enjoying the voyage, Salvia? Yes, Janno. And you? But disaster threatened! The liner’s helmsman was the first to suffer . . .
Suddenly the doors of the ballroom burst open. The music faltered to silence, in obedience to a harsh order. Quiet!—Stand still!—Any who offer resistance will suffer dearly!—Be prepared to hand over your valuables! The newcomers moved among the hushed, horrified passengers. A gloved hand reached out and snatched the Emperor’s gift from Salvia’s neck . . . Oh! By all the stars!—You’ll not get away with that . . . Janno paid for his gallant act! Eeeeeeegh! In less time than it takes to tell, the small army of intruders stripped the “Princess of Vorg” of all the valuables aboard her. And then, a dark vessel came alongside. This is piracy!—By all the demons of Daveli, you monsters will pay for tonight’s work! Silence, Captain, and pay heed!—We are leaving now. Very soon, the “Princess of Vorg” will be no more. If you wish to save your passengers’ lives, get them into the lifeboats! The liner’s commander was swift to take this piece of grim advice. Later, in the lifeboats, the passengers saw the end of the pride of Trigan! Adrift in the waste of icy ocean! Salvia clutched the stricken Janno more tightly—and shuddered. It’s like some dreadful nightmare from which there’s no awakening!

This instalment was originally published in Look and Learn issue no. 506 on 25 September 1971.