The Merchandise Guide
Annual 1976

"Still no response from them, Commander!" Sandra Benes turned worriedly to the grim- faced leader of Moonbase Alpha. It had taken her a conscious effort to drage her eyes from the big video screen, upon which, for the past hour, two distantly sighted blips had gradually grown until they had come into full focus. A pair of alien spaceships. Immobile. Silent. Looming closer and closer as the Moon inexorably drove towards them on its unalterable, runaway course! "Koenig to Defensive Area Four!" The Commander snapped on the comlock device that could put him instantly in touch with any department of the Moonbase complex. "Activate full magnetic opposition. We don't want those ships piling up on our surface. Heaven only knows what damage they might do if they're fully fuelled!"