And Atlantis had existed tomorrow by Justin Mader (electronic reader txt) 📕

Seven.

The new, personally given by the Queen, or the one who was given in the rusted ship?

Six.

Then rather that of the Queen! But, ... why had my grandfather received a license which was only one higher than that of Schliemann? This "old" license from Schliemann would have been a much younger license, after the downfall of Atlantis!?

Five.

Was it perhaps not so fussy with the safety levels? And was now a license Beta or a license Omega the higher?

Four.

But did not the Beta license by its high, five-digit figure not a 'more general', simpler authorization license, since it was obviously more often awarded?

Three.

Then the only two-digit Omega license would be significantly higher quality! On the other hand, could I reject a license of the queen, which was only valid for her own circle, without realizing it?

Two.

But did I really have to choose one of them?

One.

I remembered to my Windows PC, which also did not allow much more intelligent questions and options, and thought with intense urgency: "CANCEL!"

"Recognized, replay accepted! Omega one four will not be deleted. Authorization license Beta eight five three two zero is additionally impressed. Do you now want to cancel from the impression? If you want to cancel now, select YES, if you do not want to cancel, then choose NO!"

What did he annoy me now?

"Uhhh, ...... NOOO!"

The short pain confirmed the completion of the action. I looked sweating into the round, had this small, but for me very nerve-racking sequence been noticed by someone? Fortunately, no, only Tamara looked anxiously at me. My initialization sequence had lasted somewhat longer than of the others, but I think it was not even noticed by the queen, and as I heard later, it was quite common for foreign peoples that some individuals need a little bit longer! Hmm, well, soothing!

Subsequently, a kind of gala dinner was placed, on which "Smalltalk’s" was operated. Indeed, it was not my thing, but it was interesting, what information we could obtain. All speculated how this planned "meeting of the ten" would run out, whether there would be an open conflict, or whether all would agree kindly, and what role they might play in it. I also gave only general, more or less intelligent statements, because we knew from Plato how it would turn out. Somehow, I got used to these Astrolabs, because only through this we could access the numerous drinks and food machines here in the throne hall.

In the end, only a few guests were present, when suddenly a squeal of squeal was heard again. Alarm!

"Caution, intruder, Caution, intruder!", an alarm voice yelled out. At once I could see, how five vortexes emerged in the middle of the throne room, and from each of them ten men with firearmed warpblasters jumped out and immediately began to fire.

"Caution, invaders, protect the queen!"

The guests ran wildly snafu, hiding behind the pillars. The five existing soldiers of the royal guard were gathering around the queen and returned the fire. Around the queen a strong protective shield had formed, from which the guards now fired. But the ratio was 1:10 and they had no chance. A few heavy hits and the shield would collapse, they had only gained some time.

Now, how we should behave? Officially, we were now members of the royal bodyguard and without our patroness, we would not be able to arrive Atlantis! I directed my men closer to the center of the event, covered by the rows of columns.

Then I lowered my hand. From ten XM8 a hail of bullets pounded from the flanks to the surprised attackers and directed a chaos in their rows. When they turned, and tried to find a target, they only looked at gray walls, we had activated our chameleon camouflage suits.

Their attempts to locate our artusian shields with their scanners failed because our chameleon camouflage suits did not emit much energy signatures. When they finally tried to activate their own cover shields, we could see them through our built in gauges spectacles like giant chandeliers, and of course we found our goals.

We knew, they were able to polish the shields from shielding against electromagnetic radiation on shielding against solid shoots.

And most of them did it now. But by this action they returned unprotected to the line of fire of the royal guard.

And we did not let us get bogged down too and activated our dagger-like crisis, the Quorxian energy weapons. We had managed a possibility to fix the device beside the barrel of the XM8, like a dagger plant and we could have activated it by a separate trigger lever. Thus, we could individually use both different weapons at the same time, while the attackers had to change the protection function by hand. We were able to penetrate their protective fields effortlessly and so we could have grilled them and our victory was only a matter of a few minutes.

"Caution! Caution! This is a simulation, this is just a simulation, there is no danger for the honorable licensee Omega one four!!", I suddenly heard it from my astrolab. I quickly looked over at Tamara, but she has not heard it, only over my thoughts. I raised my hand, stopping fire.

"So men, I think we should deliver a good show to our friends!"

"Chameleon out, Kris plants up as bayonet!"

"Attention full group, with yelling, ..."

"March!"

Now we jumped on all together and with roar, we stormed on the stunned attackers. And our bayonets find their aims. Few shots (if they were really real) were captured by our fast self-activating and improved protected shields. Quickly we had forced the intriguing attackers to give up.

"We also can sound things out," I said ambiguously to the queen after she switched off the spectacle with a hand movement, which alleged the aggressors slowly faded and unmasked them as holograms.

The dignitaries, who were disappeared into cover, slowly reappeared and looked at me and my men, with disbelieving glances. Neith also looked at me incredulously, she could neither assess us nor understand our attack tactics.

What was clearly demonstrated to me, she could not read our thoughts despite her aura.

But then she reflected, obviously, thoughtfully on the original meaning of this spectacle and clapped slowly and then ever faster into her hands. Also, the guests join in this applause and again we were honored and gladly welcomed from all. The day hang over long at this day ...

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He took off the Astrolabe, turned it off, and rubbed his right beard over his beak. Obviously, he had completely underestimated Queen Neith and her mercenary group. These barbarians could not only shoot his Vril discs with a self-assured ease, but also take him over on the battlefield loosely with a 5-fold overpower. Now he would have to be on his guard in the next days and take appropriate countermeasures.

Timeflash!

The Artusian space suits fit us perfectly. The Artusians were a little more smaller than we were, but the suits were light and flexible, and especially they were stretchy. They were not as heavy as the terrestrial space suits and did not need the heavy armored joints of the terrestrial models. They were primarily composed of two insulating layers with a viscose liquid in between and a flexible plate scaly layer for the defense of micro-meteorites. We could wear them comfortably like a diving suit. Likewise, the oxygen was not limited to a few hours and we could have walked around for days. Because the oxygen was not stored in a heavy extra tank, but in a water tank, which could have recycled all human fluids. And from this water oxygen was generated for breathing and hydrogen for the drive nozzles as required.

Besides Tamara and me, Gohunda Sodrun was also trooped, as astronaut, because he probably could handle the equipment of his ancestors best. Besides, he was especially mad to see a predecessor of his race with his own eyes, more or less a relic of gray prehistory.

With several Vril-Disken we landed on the moon after a perhaps two-hour flight at the well-known coordinates 17.25 ° South / 117.62 ° East. Clearly, we could see the huge crocodile-like spaceship in the middle of the moon rock. The so-called city, which was a little apart from the space ship, we clearly could see too. There were much twisted and curved bars of an unknown metal that could be seen.

After a few long minutes, Gohunda said, "I am not sure, but I think I can identify a kind of ore processing plant with a connected dehydration block for the liquefaction and evaporation of the ore and also a processing unit that can disassemble components into the necessary materials. But I am able to discover a great devastation, as if a gigantic fist had thrown in, so we shall surely not be able to discover anything new."

Well, that's why we had not come here. It was about the space ship and the 'Mona Lisa'. We got out of the Vrils and slid on the fields of anti-gravitation, driven by the hydrogen propulsion in the direction of the 4.5 km long ship. Beside the ship there was a large moat, which the ship had obviously struck during the crash. We were hovering on it. And I thought so by the way, how easy it was for us, compared to the Apollo 20 mission, which we had seen in the top-secret records of the Pentagon.

When we reached the bottom of the moat, we were able to discover the numerous metal fragments already mentioned during the Apollo mission. They were pliable, light and yet very resistant. But about this our guys of metallurgy should break their heads. Looking at the space ship, we were already strange in our mind. In front of use there stood a wall of almost 500 meters straight ahead, which was interspersed with peculiar deep grooves and patterns.

Further back, we could see the peculiar hangs of the cantilevers, which consisted of this peculiar metal called 'Elektrum', at least Plato had so called this metal. In particular, these steel springs-looking cantilevers had a "barbaric" appearance, just as Plato had described it in his notes. Looking at this metal from the front, it looked like a high-gloss, polished silver. But if you looked at it obliquely from the side, it had on the one side a slightly golden glimmer. Toward the other side, however, the metal became transparent and swallowed the light so that it became darker and darker. This phenomenon could be observed especially in these spiral springs. On the outside a silver-golden glimmer, towards the inside, black and losing itself in infinity. An irritating experience.

After about 1.5 km we had reached the long crack discovered by the Apollo 20 crew. There we entered the ship.

"Can you recognize any detail and identify it as an Artusian device?" I asked Gohunda.

"No, not really, it's all so destroyed and does not follow any real structure!"

After a few kilometers, we came into an area, which almost showed no destruction. There, Gohunda was able to identify some subordinate Artusian technical devices. Communication devices, door openers, screens, consoles, ... but we could not put them back into operation, since no electricity was present. It was only when we arrived at the cockpit that we