|What winds brought you to this |
bog of ours! You're risking a lot!
|Risk is part of my job. Star Patrol|
sent me to investigate the mutations
on Jeniel. It's you who should be
running away from here as soon
as possible, you know . . .
|I'd be glad to, but it can't be done . . .|
All incoming space ships are strictly
guarded and they don't let anybody near.
I don't know what's their plan but ever
since the new chief came into power his
men have been able to do as they please.
|But this is a violation of|
the settlement code! How
long has it been going on?
|A few months now. Ever since the last chief disappeared|
and his substitute took over. There's little doubt among
the settlers that good old Berg was killed though . . .
|Interesting . . . And |
what do you know
about the disease?
|Nothing in particular. No examinations|
have been done, all facts are being lost
There's only rumours circling about . . .
|Hmm . . . Seems like I'll have to put|
my brains to work. Things appear to
be far more interesting than I thought.
Sergei, did you find something of
archaeological significance ?