Outline
Valérian and Laureline are staying in one of the tourist paradises of the cosmos. But it is not sure that they are having as much fun as that in their luxury hotel attended by, sometimes odious, billionaires like the great Caliph of Iskaladam, accompanied by his harem and son Caliphon.
To tell the truth, their boredom will be of short duration. The horrible Mortis Quartet seize the Caliphon... and Laureline!
A pursuit begins on the prohibited borders of the Caliphate, where live the poor wretches who extract the ultralum, ultra-luminous fuel needed for space vessels.
On the way, they will encounter Point Central, the fabulous galactic United Nations; a schniarfeur seized with a glandular limiter; a Grumpy Converter from Bluxte and the Shingouz spies ready to sell anything to anyone.
(translated from the back cover blurb to the French edition)
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