The Colliding of Empires: A Star Wars / Perry-Rhodan-Crossover AU

I know.

There is just a limited number of letters for the signature.

the link would be:

http://boards.theforce.net/messages.asp?topic=3410105

In the next update (tomorrow) i think, we´ll see the rebels again.

And then there will be a trip to the Perry-Rhodan-Milkyway.

 

Well, here is the next part, i hope you will enjoy it. I also updated "The tale of Darth Vaders Son".



The Colliding of Empires

Meanwhile somewhere else, different events were taking place.

Nobody needed to be a Jedi to recognize the mood Han Solo was in.

Barely concealed anger.

He had no idea, what had occured during his time of enforced sleep - he painfully avoided to think of it as being frozen in carbonite - but suddenly Luke and Leia seemed to be on different terms with each other than before and now Leia had forced him out of her quaters.

Soft and polite, but nevertheless forced out.

Han had no idea, what had upset his beloved this much, only hours ago everything seemed to be alright, at least as much alright as could be said about this ragtag rebellion, but now... . It didn´t looked as if everything was going to break apart any moment, but Han had a feeling as if things were close to. And he had just signed up to play General for the Alliance.

Wonderful. Truly wonderful.

At the moment he wasn´t able to say, what had hurt more, the fact that Leia was hurt and in pain, or the fact, that she hadn´t trusted him enough to tell him what was wrong with her.

Han took a deep breath. "She will tell you." he thought. "Have a little faith."

Of course, this was easier said than done, since the only person he had ever put faith into not long ago had been himself. Himself and perhaps Chewbacca. A long time he had thought, that things were better this way. If you don´t care, nothing or nobody can hurt you.

The only problem was now, he cared. Cared alot.

And he wasn´t able to change things to the better.What was very frustrating for Han Solo.

So it was no wonder, that Han Solo was slightly annoyed, when he was asked to participate in a meeting of the Allianceleadership.

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"Ah, there you are." greeted Airen Cracken.

The human male from Commenor was leader of the rebelalliance intelligence-service.

"My apologizes, if i´m late." stated Han dry.

It seemed that the entire leadership of the Rebellion was assembled in that room, Mothma, Ackbar, Fey´lya, Madine, as well as Leia and Luke. With Luke and Leia Han had no problems, at least no official ones, but the other beings, the autority-figures ... .

Well, he wasn´t a Corellian for nothing.

"Now that we are all assembled, we can begin." started Mon Mothma the meeting. She looked tired and exhausted. "Fortunately only few are aware of this, but with our recent defeat at ORD Friggas, the situation for the Alliance has become critical."

"What do you mean, critical?" asked Han. It was Ackbar who answered.

"Well, the moral has reached a low point. Only hours ago expectations and emotions were running high, thanks to the preperations for a wardeciding battle and then we were forced to shift this battle. Not only that, but we suffered a major loss, perhaps the worst for two years with that many ships destroyed and the empire seemed to have a new and very powerful ally we know nothing about. Our people have to much time to think and rumors are spreading. If you add the shortages on supplies, especally now, when we can´t replace them with the lost raid on Friggas ... ."

The Mon Calamari didn´t finished his last sentence.

"Alright." said Han. "I understand. So what are we going to do?"

"Yes." added Leia. "Thats someting i want to know, too."

"As already said, the situation of the Alliance has become critical. Our defeat at Hoth was worse enough, but now ... ." It was Borsk Fey´lya, who had opened his mouth for the first time. "Not only do we need every support and ally we have, but it is of equal importance for the survival of the Alliance, that we make new allies.

Powerful allies."

"You should come to the point." interrupted General Madine. "After all, this was your idea. And if we sent the princess and her friends to negotiate with our new "allies", shouldn´t they know, with whom the Alliance intends to jump into bed?"

Hans eyes became slits. The way Madine talked made clear, that t

 

Still like this one,love the union and the link to the tale is dead( i get redirected too http://boards.theforce.net/default.asp?404;http://boards.theforce.net/messages.asp )

 

A mistake on my behalf. I was typing it that fast, that an ´s´ was added to the message.

The correct link would be:

http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=3410105

Sorry.

 

Updated "Union of the Empires greatest Warriors" and "The tale of Darth Vaders Son".

Hope you enjoy them.

Next update here soon.

 

The Colliding of Empires


For a moment there was stunned silence. Then Luke asked in a slow, careful manner as if speaking to a child or a not very smart adult.

"The hutts? You want us to ally with the hutts?"

Leia shuddered at the thought. The memories of being Jabbas captive were still fresh. She threw a glance at Han, who was surprisingely calm. She concentrated back on the other members of the Alliance-Council.

"What do you hope to gain from an alliance with the hutts?" asked Luke. "And who is this Durga?"

"I assume its Durga Besadii Tai." muttered Han Solo, what caused Airen Cracken to give the former smuggler a surprised look.

"What we hope to gain are access to ressources and other supplies, especially monetary supply." explained Ackbar. "Further access to their spynet, since the performance of the Bothan-spynet left something to be desired at a number of occasions," he cast a dark glance at Borsk Fey´lya, whose fur ripped in response,"as well as contacts with pirates, freebooters and smugglers." The last part of the sentence showed his contempt. "Short, all those representatives of the outer rim, who have something to loose, if the empire tightens its grip there, as it did with the core."

"Thats enough, Admiral." admonished Mon Mothma. "We discussed this before and you have made your point clear. If we like it or not, but we have run out of options. And the Alliance has worked with such groups before."

"But the hutts are a totally different matter. If such an alliance becomes known, we will lose our last rest of credibility." protested Leia.

"A risk we must take. Otherwise we will lose our momentum, our support will dry out - who do you think will support us, if the empires new Death Star becomes fully operational - moral declines, in short, the Alliance will break apart."

"Yes, but the hutts? Why should THEY be interested in dealing with us?" asked Leia.

"Thats something i want to know, too." said Luke Skywalker. "What gives you the idea, that we can trust them?"

"Simple." started Cracken to answer. "As long as the imperials are occupied with the Alliance, they won´t spent ressources to deal with the businessoperations of the hutts more than necessary. Especially if some officers improve their salary by keeping their eyes a little closed. To prevent the empire from taking over their legal assets. And to protect themself. Only a few years prior, the empire already tried to make an example for the hutts by destroying Nar Shadda. Fortunately for the civilian population of the smuggler moon this attempt failed."

Han nodded in agreement. He had played an important role in that battle.

"That still doesn´t mean, that we can trust them." argued Luke.

"I´m aware of this." stated Mon Mothma. "But we made our decission."

"A decission without consulting me. And as i already said, we risk to lose our last credibility." protested Leia.

"Says the woman, who tried to ally the Alliance with the Black Sun to rescue her mate." mocked Fey´lya. "You are not going to tell me, that an alliance with the Hutts would be worse?"

"That was something else. It had nothing to do with the Alliance."

"If you say so." tried Mothma to calm Leia down. "But now the situation is different, if not desperate. We have to take the risk, or we will lose everything."

Mothmas words seemed to have an effect on the former princess of Alderaan, because Leia remained quite and to be thinking about it.

"You mean Leia has to take the risk, if you sent her as our ambassador." interrupted Luke.

Leia had been his friend for a long time and now, with his new knowledge about their true relationship his concern for her safety was an even more personal matter.

"I can´t imagine, that the hutts are to found of any of us at the moment, not after Jabbas death."

"On the contrary." answered Cracken. "The hutts of the Besadii-Clan, which is lead by Durga, are the archenemies of Jabbas Desilijc-Clan. That should make a few points in your favour."

"Forget it." interrupted Han Solo. The former smugg

 

The Colliding of Empires

Milkyway Galaxy

It was a barren area of the galaxy. Still inside the galactic disc, but between two spiralarms, where the density of suns and starsystems was small. Even for neighbouring systems the distances between stars were several dozen lightyears.

A huge cube moved silently through this vast void of space, the lenght of its sides easily three and a half kilometers, its scanners listening for everything that didn´t belong here. Finally it focused on a system, twentythree lightyears away. The sensors of the cube identified the emissions from the system as those of spaceships and partly fivedimensional drivesystems, indicating faster-than-light-travel-capabilities.

BOX-135782 was one of the most modern and biggest ships of the Posbis, a race of robots controlled by biopositronic brains and living, sentinent plasma. More than fivehundred years ago they had been one of the greatest threats to the SolarEmpire and the other people of the galaxy, but as already said, that had been more than fivehundred years ago. Since the end of the hostilities then, the Posbis had become the most loyal and closest allies of the SolarEmpire.

BOX-135782 was on patrolduty in this part of the galaxy. Patrol and the transport of supplies to a number of hidden outposts of the empire. But now there was something else to do.

A frown would have crossed the forehead of the BOX-135782 commander, if he would have had one. But since he was just a huge amount of cellplasma contained inside a dome inside the cubes central commandroom, that was out of the question.
It took only a nanosecond of conversation with the hyperinpotronic part of his essence that made him commander of the cube, to confirm what he already knew: The system were they had discovered activity wasn´t populated by sentinent beings, its few planets weren´t even able to host any kind of live.

If there was activity, it was caused by an outside source. And that, thought the commander of the cube, was enough reason to investigate.

While making calculations for the short trip through linearspace, he conferred with the five other plasmacommanders, that formed his backup. They suggested to act with extreme care, since they didn´t knew, what was going on and to try everything to prevent their own detection. The commander of the BOX-135782 had to agree with their advice and he initiated the shipwide protocols of battleoperations.
During the Cubes short jump through linearspace damagecontrolparties of Posbis were divided throughout the ship. Other robots manned the cubes weaponturrets just in case their connection to the commandcentre of the cube was severed.

Before returning to normal, threedimensional space, the commander of BOX-135782 activated their relativshields. For an outside observer the ship and its crew were now two hours into the future and while they were able to watch what was going on outside their bubble (from the Posbis view, what was going on in the past), they were undetectable for others. That didn´t meant, that the relativshield was a perfect cloaking-device. It had to be deactivated by the Posbis, if they wanted to interact with their enviroment, and those who knew what to look for were able to discover a relativfield quite easily. That had caused the Posbis to stop the use of them and because they had stopped to use them, usually nobody searched for them. Nevertheless, it increased the Posbis chances to observe undetected what was going on and now they were creeping inside the system.

Only listening with passive sensors, the Posbis advanced inside the system. The use of active sensors would have give them away and traited their presence, something the robots and the cellplasma controlling them wanted to avoid. Despite that they were able to detect the increase of emssions inside the system, a clear hint, that the number of ships assembling in this remote system was growing. Whoever they were, they were assembling a fleet and a large one, since ship after ship dropped out of linearspace during the entire time,

 

Updated "Union of the Empires greatest Warriors".

 

The Colliding of Empires

Milkyway Galaxy, one week prior

The starsystem was 45,000 lightyears away from Terra. Its sun was a bluewhite giant with a diameter of 250 million kilometers and mother to eighteen planets. Already the fact, that the sun belonged to one of the, by comparison, shortlived blue giants, told the educated observer, that the people that were living in this system, didn´t originated here. But that was a fact the Akons preferred to forget and to ignore.

More than fivtythousand years ago their ancestors had been nothing more than colonists from the Lemurian Empire. Then the war with the giants from Halut had started and raged on for nearly hundred years. In the end the Lemurian Empire had been shattered, the few surviving inhabitans of the central planet, who hadn´t been able to save themself with the suntransmitters to the Andromedagalaxy, had been bombed back into the stone-ages.

But a few colonies survived the great campeigns of destruction and extermination of the living fightingmachines from Halut. Some of them degenerated more, others less, but over time they forgot their origins and developed their own cultures. Like the people living on the fifth planet of the sun Akon had done.

Soon after the great war, the Halutans suddenly returned to their homesystem and became the peaceful beings of today. This change hadn´t come willingly, but some leftovers of Lemurian weapons-technology had helped with this development and although it had been to late for the survival of their empire, it saved the rest of the galaxy from the vicious berserkers from Halut.

Time went by and after thirtythousand years the great war, the Lemurian Empire, the Halutans and so on were forgotten. The Akons had every reason to think of themself as the most developed and technologically sophisticated race of the galaxy, what caused them to became pride, arrogant and supercilious.

The Akons, how the inhabitans of the system now called themself had created their own empire and had sent their own colonists out. Other people developed out of this colonists, like the Antis and the Arkonides, Lordadmiral Atlans people.

With the last of those, they had to pay a high price for their arrogance. Equipted with the technology of their motherrace the emmigrants managed to establish their own empire in a matter of centuries. Disputes over the division of power and independence caused the breakout of the biggest and most bloodiest war in the galaxy since the war between the Haluts and the Lemurians, the so called centre-war. At the end the Akons were driven out of the Hercules-Cluster, where the rebellious emmigrants had settled, and the Arkonides were weakend for millenias.

But their ancestors had also suffered and lost a lot and after the war they decided to isolate themself from a galaxy they viewed as inferior to them. For close to twentythousand years they lived secretly and secure behind a screen that enclosed their entire system. Their starfleet was reduced to a few ships since their transmittertechnology was advanced enough to travel from world to world with them.

It would have perhaps went on like this forever hadn´t they been force to acknowledge the existence of a new powerful player on the galactic stage. In the year 2113 the terrans were testing a (for them) new faster-than-light-drive, the lineardrive. With this drive the terrans had been able to break through the protective energyscreen of the Akons. Viewing the new empire as a thread, it hadn´t taken long for hostilities to develop and despite their then small starfleet, the in many aspects still technically superior Akons had proven to be a dangerous foe for the young SolarEmpire.

Despite that, the SolarEmpire had been able to held his ground against the new enemy and managed to defeat the Akons time and again.

Despite that the Akons still tried everything to break the SolarEmpires leading position inside the Milkyway-Galaxy.

And now, with the absence of the Grandadministrator, some of them saw an opportunity to get rid of Perry Rhodan onc

 

This is great! While I have no idea about Perry Rhodan's universe, I think this story is amazing. Keep up with the next chapters.

 

Wow, thank you Spike and welcome aboard, if i haven´t greeted you at my other stories.

Somewhere among those posts, i should have published some links to Perry-Rhodan-Sides and even if not, the next few posts will show more of the Milkyway-Galaxy of the Perry Rhodan - Universe.

Enjoy!



The Colliding of Empires

Taris of Las-Toor walked two meters behind her superior officer Lourtron of Las-Tun as it was requested by the protocol of the starfleet of Akon. Ground, walls and ceiling of the long, wide corridor were covered with white metal and the lamps were shining in a bright lightblue light, like the real sun of the homesystem of the Akons. Every ten meters a pair of battlerobots was standing and Taris could only guess, what surprises were waiting behind the hidden doors, that certainly existed.

Her eyes were looked on Lourtrons head. Like most male Akons he was close to two meters tall with a lean, strong body, velvetbrown skin and black hair.

The two officers of the fleet reached the end of the corridor, where they entered a securitychamber. While invisible rays of hidden sensors and scanners searched the two for hidden weapons, listening devices, scanned their genetic profile and even brainwaves Taris of Las-Tor watched her image in the shining wall, trying to ignore the barrels of thermoblasters and desintegrators, as well as the emitters of acids, that could turn a human body into small pieces of plasma.

What they would do, if the sensors weren´t satisfied with the profiles of the controlled objects.

Taris saw a young woman, tall, atlethic, with high cheekbones, hair of the colour of liquid copper and the same colour of skin like her male superior. After terran standards and even the standards of her own people a very beautiful woman.

This last control lasted only ten seconds, than the exit to the chamber opened and Lourtron and Taris entered a room, that was only dimly lit, a direct contrast to the hard lights of the corridor.

"Commodore Lourtron, Captain Taris." greeted a man with a grave voice.

The two officers recognised the speaker.

"Your eminence." Lourtron made a deep bow and Taris followed his example without saying a word.

"Please, have a seat." ordered Hathroll of Cerba, Highadmiral of the AkonFleet and secretary of Akons defenses. In the shadows behind him, Taris was able to see another man.

The two officers took place opposite to the Highadmiral.

"Commodore, Captain, may i introduce HighCouncillor Vur of Plohel. Especially thanks to his influence and preperations the mission this meeting will be about, has become possible. But before we go to deep into the details, lets have a quick look at our adversary."

Lourtron and Taris exchanged a look, confirming that the other didn´t knew, what was going to come. Vur of Plohel pressed a button. A holographical map of the Milkyway-Galaxy appeared.

"This map shows the situation of our main adversary twohundredsixty years ago, in the terran year 2.400, short before the beginning of the Andromeda-War. At that point of time, the SolarEmpire consisted of major 1.112 worlds and close to 1.000 settled worlds, that were going to become major worlds in a timeframe of fifty years."

Vur of Plohel paused for a moment and pressed another button.

"The current situation of the SolarEmpire: 5.000 major worlds and 30.000 settlements, not counted outposts, sole military garrisons and hidden depots. The oldest colonies of Terra are already sending their own colonists out."

"We know about that." stated Lourtron. "Those numbers are nothing new."

Vur showed him a grim smile. "Well, without the War against the Uleb, the current size of the SolarEmpire would be more than 100.000 capital worlds. With an average lifeexpectation of 230 years and them breeding like rabbits..."

"Excuse me, Your Eminence." Taris simply had to ask. "What is a rabbit?"

Vur shot her a dark look for being interrupted. "A terran animal whose only advantage in a hostile enviroment is the huge number of descendants it produces." He turned b

 

mmmm... i feel an assin nearby... (forgive my spelling btw i'm Dutch)

(and please correct me about my errors if you get irritated by them)

 

Assassin?

Over a distance of 244 million lightyears?

Haven´t you read the posts, that describe the take off of a huge fleet of Akonships in a remote system, where they were discovered by the Posbis?

Tsktsktsk.

 

Am I right in thinking that the Akons are gonna try to kill Perry Rhodan, and the Empire etc are gonna get involved?

Can they actually get over 244 million light years, or is it just the SolarEmpire?

 

Patience my friend.

All questions will be answered. Especially with the next post.

 

then give us our next post

btw i meant that they would send a different (low-profile) ship to Perry and kill em (infiltrator)

Kinda like Thrawn's death (although Rukh wasn't a infiltrator)

 

A single ship?

My dear friend it seems you have no idea how big a galaxy is.

So why don´t you enjoy the next part of this story?



The Colliding of Empires

Lourtons eyes had turned into slits. "So you have a plan?" he asked.

"Yes. Actually we are preparing for something like this for quite some time now and the chance to kill Rhodan is just an added bonus." Hathroll nodded towards Highcouncillor Vur. "A project impossible without the strong support of his Eminence."

"To kill Rhodan." Taris whispered. "How often have we already tried that?"

"To often without success. But this time fate will be on our side." Vur of Plohels fist smashed against his seat. "I´ve been trying for years now, to get access to technologies and other assets to break the superiority of Terra. For far to long, those barbarians occupy the place that is rightfully the place of our people."

The face of the Highcouncillor showed a for the first time his disturbing hate and fanatism.

"If you want to kill Rhodan, you first have to find him. And for over two weeks nobody has seen him." stated Lourtron calm.

"Yes, but we know where he is." answered Hathroll. "He is on a discovery-mission in a galaxy called "Aghnek-Vbrev" in our starmaps."

"Aghnek-Vbrev." muttered Lourtron through gritted teeth, trying to remember, what he knew about a galaxy with that name.

"Aghnek-Vbrev is 244 million lightyears away from our own galaxy." explained Highadmiral Hathroll.

"244 million lightyears? Why not the other side of the universe? Both are impossible to reach with our stardrives." protested Taris. "And how do you know, if Rhodan is there?"

"We know it from the SolarFleet-News-Network." explained Hathroll. "About some things the terrans are surprisingly open."

This answer caused Taris mouth to gap open, while Lourtron only glared at his superior.

"I suggest you start at the beginning."

Highadmiral Hathroll took a deep breath before he started to speak. "For close to fivteen years now our government and the MilitaryHighCommand are planning to establish a base of operations outside our galaxy. As you have seen we are on the bad end of a run against the SolarEmpire, a run we will loose sooner or later. The idea was the formation of an independent second empire with a strong military and industrial complex far away from the prying eyes of the terrans. A second empire, that could buildt up forces undisturbed to come back one day strong enough to crush the barbarians."

"An ambituos enterprise." stated Taris. "We will need a lot of ships and men for that. But it still doesn´t explain, how we can get rid of Rhodan at the same time."

"Well, think about it." answered Vur of Plohel. "We want to expand into another galaxy, far, far away. And involuntarily Perry Rhodan has decided for us, which galaxy this will be.

The terran demon has only one ship available, while we will sent twentytwothousand of our ships on this mission."

"Twentythousand ships?" asked Taris of Las-Toor with a raised voice. "Thats a third of our entire starfleet."

"Our search will cover an entire alien galaxy. With less ships, this mission would be futile." stated Lourtron. He turned back towards Hathroll. "But that still doesn´t explain, how we will get there."

"You are right of course." Hathroll pressed another button on his seat and the map of the milkyway-galaxy was replaced by the image of a typical spaceship buildt by the AkonEmpire, a sphere with a more slender ringpad than its counterparts of terran origin and flattened poles.

"Hat-Mooh-Class. Maximum wide of the ships main body is thousandsixhundred meters while it has a height of thousandtwohundred meters. The fleet we will sent will consist of twothousand of those ships. The other twentythousand ships will be robotships with a maximum wide of thousandtwohundred meters and a height of ninehundred meters. Every Hat-Mooh-Class-Ship will be in control of ten of those robotships."

"Six years ago i was invited as an observer to a diplomatic conference in the Andromeda-Galaxy." adde

 

Nice plan... But will Perry help the Emporer.. I guess we'll c




btw: I meant relativly... these monsters are hundrets of meters wide and long. Surely that aren't the smallest ships around..

So i was making a reference like a MiniVan and a 18wheeler

 

Im looking forward to the Akon invasion!

 

Well, here we are again. Three or four posts more and we will be back in the Galaxy far, far away.

Until then, enjoy this part:


The Colliding of Empires

One week later - now

The huge lion had no idea, that he was being watched. His silent observer moved opposite to the wind and was well camouflaged. The animal stepped forward, leaving the cover of bushes and trees completely.

A satisfied smile appeared on the face of the silent watcher, when he brought the scope to his eyes, the majestatic beast was now magnified by the scope and in the centre of the crisscross. The man felt his throat drying. Now or never. He had been waiting for hours, to get such an opportunity. Slowly his finger moved towards the trigger.

A buzz from the mans wrist disturbed the tense atmosphere. The lion threw his head around, roared once and vanished back under the trees.

With a sigh of resignation Allan D.Mercant dropped the sophisticated holocamera down and answered the call from his wristcom.

"Mercant, here."

The conversation lasted only twenty seconds, then the director of the SolarCounterintelligence cut the link. The report only confirmed again, what he had known for over a week now. Pressing another button on his wristcom he ordered a mobile transmitter to his position.

Five minutes later an ovoid shape became visible and dropped to the ground in front of Mercant. A hatch opened and the small man entered the mobile transmitter, that was nothing more, but a robot with a transmitter inside. He stepped through the glowing field of the transmitter and left the exitstation in the headquaters of the SolarCounterintelligence in Terrania without a loss of time.

Only seconds later the transmitterrobot took off and the animals inside the Serengeti-Natural-Reservat were once again alone.

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Lieutenant Timothy Roth had put the files together his superior officer had ordered. Allan D. Mercant would need them in his meeting with the Marshall of State and Vice-Grandadministrator Reginald Bull.

Roth put the files into a suitcase, then brought them to Mercants office. The Lieutenant knocked at the door of wood and was immediately ordered to enter.

Inside his office Solarmarshall and Director of SolarCounterintelligence Allan D. Mercant was sitting behind his desk.

"Lieutenant Roth, what time of day is it?" asked Mercant.

"Sixteen minutes past eight in the evening." answered Roth.

It was fivteen minutes past eight in the morning.

"Correct."

Despite all the sophisticated scanners of the 27th century, that could check the brainwaves, genetic profile and all the other things, that made a living being unique and that made sure, that said being wasn´t under hostile influence, Mercant had kept the habbit from his days as Coordinator of the NATO-Intelligence-Services from the times of the cold war during the 20th century, to ask his personal aides for the time, when they entered his office.

If it was morning, they had to say evening, if it was evening or afternoon they had to say morning and they had to add a minute to the correct time. If they failed to do so, they quickly saw themself on the wrong end of a weapon. Since the founding of SolarCounterintelligence seven inciddents had happened. Five occasions, where Mercants aides had been replaced by droiddoppelganger or humanoids, who had been changed by medical surgery to replace Mercants aides or where the poor beings had been under hypnotical control and two accidents. The first accident had caused the death of the unfortunate secretary, in the second case the poor man had only survived by a quick jump back through the door. After that inciddent, the man had volunteered for the, like he said "less dangerous" active service of a fieldagent.

"Here are the files you wished for." reported Roth, putting the suitcase on Mecants desk. "May i ask how your trip to the Serengeti was?" the Lieutenant asked in an attempt to make conversation.

"Short." answered Mercant. "And now i have a meeting at nine with the Marshall of State, Solarmarshall Tifflo

 

Its nice to see the universe at the Perry Rhodan end, but I need Action!! ACTION I TELL YOU!! ACTION IN CASE YOU DIDN'T HEAR ME!!!

J/K. This is a great story.

 

There will be action soon, but you have to be patient.

If you have any questions, don´t hesitate to ask them.

How do you like WUTZI?

Until then, enjoy!


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Julian Tifflor was the last one to arrive, but he had a good reason for the delay. He was accompanied by a two and a half meter high robot, who introduced himself as P-1, representing the plasmacommander of the BOX-135782. Like with every other Posbi, the brain of P-1 consisted of a small mass of plasma, although not enough to be sentinent on its own, in combination with a hyperinpotronic.

The Solarmarshall, who was the highestranking officer of the SolarFleet and looked like a younger version of Perry Rhodan, greeted the already assembled persons in the luxurious office of Reginald Bull.

Besides the Marshall of State and Viceadministrator, Solarmarshall Mercant, head of SolarCounterintelligence and Admiral Osman Freyt were present. A bald head, bushy eyebrows, large feet and a body covered with muscles gave away his origins from the extreme world of Oxtorne. Oxtornans were the strongest genetically engineered descendants from terran colonists, living on world with a gravity of 4,8g (Terra as origin of used standards has a gravity of 1g). They were even stronger than ertrusans. Freyt represented the USO, since Atlan wasn´t there.

After the usual short greetings, Bull, Tifflor and Mercant knew each other for centuries and Freyt was to much of a professional to waste time on pleasentries, the five beings came straight to the point.

"Box-135782 has made a very interesting discovery in a system close to the edge of the galaxy." explained Julian Tifflor. "It seems our old friends from Akon are up to something."

Bull threw a pleading look to the ceiling, while Freyt and Mercant seemed to exchange a knowing look.

"For gods sake, when are the Akons NOT up to something?" He looked back at Tifflor. "What is it this time?"

"I think its better to let P-1 do the explenations." answered Tifflor.

With a nod of his head the tall robot started to explain, how the BOX-135782 had discovered the marching up of the Akons and how they had witnessed the departure of more than twentythousand ships. The longer he was speaking, the more serious turned Bulls face. When P-1 was finally finished with his report, Reginald Bull took a deep breath.

"Thank you, P-1. When you return to the "World-of-hundred-Suns" give the coreplasma our greetings and tell him, that your informations are very valuable to us."

"It will be done, as you wish. The coreplasma will be looking forward to your greetings." answered P-1 and left the room.

When the robot was gone, the remaining four men looked at each other. After a moment Tifflor broke the silence.

"More than twentythousand ships. One third of the Akons fleet. How much they must hate us."

"Twentytwothousand ships, of those twothousand of the Akons new Hathmooh-Class, to be precise." stated Mercant.

Tifflors eyes became slits. "It seems you know more, than i do."

Mercant just shook his shoulders. "There are few thinks Counterintelligence doesn´t know. In this special case, we were informed about the intentions of the Akons one week ago. The report from the Posbis was just the last confirmation."

"Do you know, how they want to reach another galaxy, too?" asked Tifflor. "I´m not aware of any kind of transgalactic-drivesystem the Akons might posses."

"Unfortunately, my sources were not able to sent technical datas. They were only able to tell us, that the ships are armed with counterpole-cannons from the Tefrodans and that the drivesystem works only once. But then with unlimited reach. That means they have to establish a construction-base of those devices, before they can think of returning home. My spies, who informed us are officers, not engineers or scientists."

"Don´t worry about the blueprints, Mercant." Admiral Freyt took some datacards out of his pocket. "Here they are. One set for the SolarFleet." He gave Tifflor one of the cards. "And one set for Counterintelligen

 

This is getting more and more complicated but I like the realistic edge you have to this story. I think the GFFA may be a slight battleground for the near future! I wonder if the Death Star is used against the Akons.

 

I wonder not as much bout that, but more how powerful it is compared to the Rhodan galaxy ships

 

An ISD compared to a Perry Rhodan Ultrabattleship of the "Galaxy-" or "Dantes Inferno"-class or compared with the DeathStar-Superlaser?

Well, the PerryRhodan-Universe witnessed the destruction of planets, suns, starsystems (natural and artificial) long before SW:A New Hope was even made (The first novels were written in 1961).

Thanks to J_K_DART here is the next part.

Its a little bit different, but i hope you´ll like it.


The Colliding of Empires

"Dear Reader, dear diary

You'll have to forgive me, but while I'm writing those lines, I haven't got a clue who you are, you could be are a civilian, an officer of the Solar Empire or one of my superiors or colleagues from the USO. I also have no clue, if I will be able to complete this diary, since being an USO-specialist is one of the most dangerous professions our universe has to offer.

Well, what wouldn't you do for king and country?

I'm currently on my way to,... what? Introduction? Ohhhhh.

You'll have to forgive me again. My name is Alexander Danger. Before you wonder, yes I'm the same Alexander Danger, who solved the case of museums-thefts on Aquila Prime, one-hundred-and-thirty years ago. I wouldn't have thought it possible, that somebody remembers those days, since glory is a thing that fades away very fast indeed.

Before you ask again, yes, I'm also a direct descendant of Jusua Hendrik Danger, the same Jusua Hendrik Danger, who was the first human to set his foot on the surface of Siga, the second planet of Gladors star in the year 2003. Of course, people like me - descendants of the first colonisation ship - don't let descendents of other families, who arrived later, feel that we are in a certain sense noble.

Lemy Danger?

Is this my story or yours? Yes, I'm the second son of Lemy Danger, but can we talk about my father at a later point? Thank you.

I think I already regret buying this sentient datapad. They are designed to assist their users, especially with information, and to support them with formulations, but most modern versions... .

But enough of that. In the year 2662 I'm two-hundred-and-ninety years old, but in the eyes of the older generations on Siga still a youngster. Let them think this way. They don't seem to realize, while for example the generation of my father has a lifespan of eight-hundred years, MY generation will outlive them by two-hundred years. At least that's what our scientists claim. Until now we still lack practical evidence (May I remind you, that the first settlers arrived on Siga in the year 2003. That was six-hundred-and-fifty-nine years ago).

I'm currently on my way to my next assignment. The government of Siga was generous enough to assign the flagship of our fleet for my transportation, the completely new battleship "Gladors Glory".

The "Glory" will drop me at the Supercarrier "Old Man VI". There I'm going to get my final instructions about the coming mission. I already know, that we are going to operate outside our galaxy. The Akons are up to something again and the way I know them, its nothing good. And while we are evolutionary cousins, that changes nothing, that they are scoundrels. Shame on them.

So, while I'm on my way to "Old Man VI", my thoughts drift to the original version of the Supercarrier.

If there has ever been a symbol of greatness, heroism, foreplanning, patriotism and loyalty, but also of failure, disaster and tragedy it was the story of "Old Man".

"Old Man" first appeared in the year 2435, but his origins went back to the year 2404 (Or even to the year 47705 b.C., but those details are for the historians).
2404 was the fourth year in the war against the "Master of the Island," the despotic rulers of the Andromeda-Galaxy. War isn't perhaps the right word, the "Master of the Island" didn't even registered the Solar Empire as a serious threat, while the Solar Empire was creeping for over four years closer and closer towards our neighbouring galaxy, fighting against the Masters vasalls and their deathtraps and literally every covered meter towards Andromeda