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

The Nostremu was an ore carrier of the Sobek class and plowed through the hyperspace coordinates in 2-5-78-100-D. Anata Snofu looked bored into the hyperspace, which looked like as a black gray tunnel overtake of the ship. In reality, it was not the tunnel walls which get passed, but the ship itself slid 2.1-million times the speed of light through the tunnel.

Nevertheless, according to the understanding of her people this was no worm hole tunnel or an Einstein's rose bridge what every outsider would feel so, but it was the shielding of the external effective gravitational radiation, stamped in normal space. This arising pseudo-black hole was projected in front of the spacecraft and on the one hand it allowed the frictionless forward movement, and on the other hand also caused the high acceleration.

However, this was all of routine for her. She faced the terminal of the outside observation which was black at the moment, because of the flight through the hyperspace and looked into the picture of a humanoiden, for the concepts of her people young 80-year-old woman with have curly blond hair and blue color of eyes. As well as all Artusianer looked like. And, nevertheless, she already recognized the first signs of the ageing process. But also, the Face astrolab which served the lighter control of the ship by a special rehearsed play of features distorted her face. Whether did she really reach the maximum age step from 350 earth years? The destiny lay in the hands of 10 God kings. And this was meant not metaphysical at all, no, the ruling class of her people was assessed absolutely pragmatically, but.... it bubbled in the subsoil, and she knew this. The news which she would bring from Artusia were anything but good...

"Co-ordinates achieved in ten points three four, leaving Superluminal!" The voice of the machine bawled her in and tore her from her melancholic thoughts.

"SL engines off in 10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2.1.... SL off!!"

The low hum of the Superluminal engines broke off and a loud roar came from the depths of the ship. Since the shielding effect of the SL engines now expose, the normal Fictitious force expressed on the large hull of her ship and the heavy antigravity machines now had to contributed hard work. With slight vibrations, the drone ran out soon. As if a black curtain had been pulled away, the stars are now greeted with a cheerful glitter and on the right side a large gas planet past them. His big red eye rotated with hypnotic intensity and testified at the same time the beauty of the Cosmos.

However, all this was a routine for her and she had already finished thousands of these taxi enterprises and she asked herself, how long she could still make this. Konfe Luitz, her acting commander entered the command section with the exchange crew. "Was there what new?", he asked sleepy.

"No, only routine, the flight has run uneventfully" she answered to him. She would make herself fresh in her cabin and then get a little good night's sleep up to the landing in approx. 2 hours. Luitz could take over the board formalities for her. After 20 hours of flight from Artusia to here, she could probably permit this to herself. She had already almost left the command section when evil sums and rumbling pulsated by the body of the Nostremu.

Detection rays, as she knew. Then already there sounded a sharply sounding voice from the loudspeakers. "Atlantis Control to unidentified spaceship, reduce your speed and hove to immediately! Atlantis Control to unidentified spaceship, reduce your speed and hove to immediately! You have penetrated against the regulations of the immigration law §§23 to 234 of 2-34588 into our solar system and have made you guilty of an offence in at least 211 cases! Wait for it and do it nothing. We send over our boarding party!"

Stunned, all saw in the command section. Such a welcome they had never seen in this system. Snofu rushed to the Communication Terminal: "Make a free canal to me, quickly!"

"Here ore carrier Nostremu, ID 1-7-658-3-Zero, commander and owner Anata Snofu, ordered to bring prospecting equipment and supplies to Atlantis. Tell me..., what's going on here, yet we needed no special permits to fly into the oldest colonial system of the Artusians. We directly come from Artusia. At our identification, you can incidentally find that we come here regularly and deliver goods and news. What's going on here, ... dam ... "

A heavy blow shook the ship. It made her stagger, after all she was the only one who was not strapped into the command section. The alarm siren howled and began miserably to whimper, as it appeared to Snofu.

"Commander, the SL engines has become severely damaged!"

She suppressed a decent curse between the teeth, all this became expensive, all energy which would be wasted by the braking maneuvers and now the heavy damages to the impulse engines. Somebody would get quite a nice explanation crisis, she was persuaded of it. However, meanwhile the destiny seemed to kick in the other direction.

"Luitz, do so, what they demand!"

After few moments they were able to recognize the Posseidinoy on the radio locating displays, the flagship of the Atlantean home fleet, which caught up fast.

"Too much honor, at least one super battleship of the imperial class" imagined Snofu, "against an unarmed freighter!"

Though the Posseidinoy was smaller than the Nostremu, only about 1.5 kilometers, but of course it was quicker and threatening than the freighter. Typically, and horrific were of course both weapon pylons which were docked on both sides and which could transform a whole solar system into a black hole. But also, all secondary weapon systems could not strike unimportant as they had ascertained it just on their own body.

After a connection discus of the Vril-class was docked, the Nostremu literally was stormed by the boarding party. As heavily armed had reached the command section, the detachment commander turned immediately to Snofu: "Come with me, you are provisionally arrested!"

The connecting discus put away and flew back in a wide loop to the Posseidinoy. Wistfully Snofu looked back at her arch freighter. The silhouette of the Nostremu was formed alike of the Posseidinoy, finally, the common manuscript of the same master builders cannot be denied, only the Nostremu was more than 5 kilometers long, she should be able to transport big arch masses, however, a martial appearance did not have thus like the super battleship and there was still a little more set off command section in the upper part of the body. The surface was covered by cryptic symbols, the landmarks of her trader's clan. Instead of the side right weapon pylons, gigantic transport load containers were right there. They were connected by, in spiral springs reminding, connecting pieces with the body. And also, the class name "Sobek-class" of the Nostremu was typical, because one could be reminded by them, if you looked fast, to an Atlantic crocodile waiting in the marsh.

The destiny which she and the Nostremu themselves would suffer could not fancy them at this moment. A destiny which should come true only in a distant future.

Timeflash!

".... I would have there a proposal." Now everybody looked me surprised. "And he would be?", let itself hear Obama. "Now my grandfather had irritated me from small in with his stories about Atlantis and had stated that he and grandmother, Paul Schliemann had known personally and had taken over extensive documents from him. But I have given no faith to all this information, on top of that where I have found no tips to Paul Schliemann and Atlantis in the pair of semester in which I have studied archeology."

Now Smith caught again in like mad with the eyes to jingle and to distribute kiss. However, only I could not interpret his facial play completely, because he did not lay the head this time crooked. So, another kind of the emotional emotion?

"Her grandparents have.... George and Isabelle Turner have been called???"

"Yes, where from you know...!"

"Ah, they have the documents at that time..., but what has happened with the extensive documents now?"

"Now, they lie with me at home in Denver, packs in six boxes. However, I have, till present to my disgrace can throw still no look at it!"

Suddenly Smith started to wink even more, thus badly that a viscous liquid from his corners of the eye secluded itself and I believed, he wants to make an immoral offer to me. If this my Russian angel had acted, would have I had nothing against it, but thus?

"And at that time, we have nothing found... in their car", he murmured, "ähem, I meant if I had known this before about that they are the son's son of this famous man, we would have got in touch already much earlier with them. Indeed, we need these documents now namely immediately and this quite urgently. Now we must risk everything to reach this aim!"

He waved about all at once quite wildly with his long arms before my nose and I got the feeling that there with him something ran wrong, thus wrong that it could not be wrong...

"Did they know possibly my grandparents?", I asked fast and a little bit sharply, because a prodigious suspicion climbed up in me. First, he only looked at me, now not more blinzend with his big, friendly, sad eyes and the little child's pattern fully came through, so no, one could not suspect him simply in this direction.

And then he said quietly: "No, not really, but I know her talks and know, they have collected both a great knowledge about Atlantis. We ask them, hence, imploringly, in the name of the Klakrrraks, but also in the name of the United States of America, in the name of the whole humanity and therefore also from her own interest to hand over these documents to us immediately. We Klakrrrak are the legitimate successors of the Atlanter and we everybody need these documents quite urgently to be able to survive in these times!"

Till present I would have transmitted the whole junk without problems to every X any one if it had interested somebody, because I was of the view that grandfather was a big spinner and boozer, but now I saw his stories all at once with quite different eyes.

"But these are, at least, the documents of my grandfather. And if they explain obviously, nevertheless, more than spinning mills about an arrogant myth. then her contents would also interest me, at least, I have also studied some semester archeology!"

Smith wanted to give me obviously again kiss, however, Obama asserted itself.

"Of course, if you are interests to evaluate the data, then do it together with Smith, Finally, there is no place about a buried myth or to petty possession claims. So, we have to do all together!"

One agreed that one should apply a double strategy. On the one hand, we should put together a command troop in the direction of my flat in Denver, meet, on the other hand, the Quorx with a specific military blow and deflect them so at least from our command troop.

"Please professor give us your house keys and describe me exactly the rooms and say us where the boxes stand!", Lieutenant Parker requested me who should lead the command troop.

"Nothing there", I said, "I come along!"

"Do you have the suitable close combat training too?", Parker asked me doubtfully.

"No, but I...."

"All wright professor, leave it well alone!", Obama lay down the law. Resigning I twitched the shoulders. I described to them the way, but anyhow I forgot to him to transmit the keys.

Now I had to get into conversation more