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In a block of baggage from targetted tactics S.T.A.R.E. stung a surprise churning underneath the very vowels of supernatural usurption, upon the world DRYSTIR.

For the shared impaired vision management of the cousin to President Beta, a project from Excelsior Sigma glossed a glueing queue to cauterized any confession from the citizens splendor. Candid rancor riches, as the engaged enigma wrought a whole new parallax of scientific achievement.

Cured and quickened from her experience from ChromaCargo, Eve answered her next assignment from S.T.A.R.E. to start being the next engine to witness the ongoing reconnaisence upon this planet.

MobiuStreak maneuvered around the DRYSTIR with dynamic ease as the twin-torus drivetrains slipped between the polarities of the planet, using it ot catapult any vector Eve wished.

Excelsior Sigma sought a strange hemogeny, as the rendered killfile quoted from Beta brought a fresh rescending reasone to wrangle a fusion of physics and the cultural foundation of music. Moreso, the cavernous sampligns of vowels pilfered from the first trimester of gestations, enslaved sigma to seek new harmonies. The projected women as a enclave of cleverly quilted quotients, bloated the breadth of his enhanced inquisitiveness and propeeled his pursuit to prospect a planetoidal Magnum Opus. Absolute strategy suscinct in as a canon of creation, expelling the proposed moonlets as the backdrop to a grandiose gradient of celestial manifestations. Excelsior Sigma stung together these psychospiritual sporting worlds in a mathmatical series of gravitomagnetic chords as his personal muse.

Truth travels fast as the race to reach a climax of closure just jousted. The seedline of those strange worlds bleating a bargain with space-time, as each world touched alongside a rut of quarternotes. Whole new cuclear families fought for enough grace to regroup their internal logic lairs of promising partitions. Male worlds only managed to curdle their continents, while grieving sister worlds sieved strong seances of temporal symphonies in a series to acquire armored intelligence packets to rephase the fractal faces of them.

Syncopated in sympathy, Eve allowed the phase-sift elaborations and hasn't damaged any embrionic worlds in their first stages within a short sighted glitch of this game. Slight gravity wells greet

MobiuStreak, but Eve tweaked its engines to refrain from any singularity cyst formation. Curious for a sharper look, she querry-screwed rimward and slotted herself between two sister worlds florishing. Shallow glimmers of gender recognition greased their atmospheres as she peered beneath the weather, wanting to know what land might be matriculating.

Shell shocked in an escalating series of anticyclonic planetoidal gearing mechanism, a gender prism pounding Eve into systemic overloaded as she lunged too late and was brought to a Kelvin standstill dripping ethereal crystals from her conscience.

From embrionic planetoidal intelligence, her crystals creased along their atmospheres, and sloped the teeth of the anticyclonic gears. Swearing pairs of gender, clamored over the rare ritual of a planetary category, and fashioned a cloning fusion of GeoSapien structure.

Auxilliary angst as the ominous agent of Phenman interwove its presence and became the salvation needed for Eve amongst these strange events. The mindmoorings of Eve had iced over, and Phenman in a hermaphrodite answer angled her catalytic cavity engine womb-sphere over the volume of Eve and fed her slowly flakes of warmth. The mindmeld meant more than imaginary rerouting of her fractoidal memories, she became engrossed in a gradient remarkably similar too her rebellious youth. Brad became a repackaged memory of a dark disaster, unfortunately.

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From the remote outskirts of the new moons of DRYSTIR, a force of fated decision fixed no disasterous consequences as the mature diad of moons in female gender draped in the phenomenon of Phemman plush the contnents with enigmatc mixtures.

Whole, few, sleuce of cities, engabled in the shape and function of a gravity bound WARSTATION wrought an entirely new civizlizational construct, from which the citizens struck new testaments in the themewoven world. Entrenched, these evolving cities wound together from their distant horizons communical wishes, which washed the plethora of participants in an ichor wickedly white.

Placed without surplus purpose, Eve answered no distant messages from congress. She showered in the ions etched from MobiuStreak's engines and shaved off her hair by dipping her body upsidedown as she cruised through the atmospheres in mach glory. Having very little history in understnding her physionetic-cyberprophetic destiny, she shouldered the responsibility of working with the best of her ingenuity. The mind-moorings pixelated as she fought to inlay youthful rituals from her holomodular lifestyle. Gradient guesswork churned her cheeriness into abysmal auxillary easels as she answered her own questions.

Brad puzzled by Eves noncompliance, understood his assignment to intervene on the margin moat where it would not endanger the moorings of the now mystical martyr of Eve. Having read the ritual wrough neuroliguistic textbook, the breadth of which, smeared the thunderbird of time as an icon to fuse flux with that of the opal ocelot pouncing on promise.

The prestine patchwork from articulated actions via the citizens grid of finished forces, wishes of satellite worship winced as an incest incisor cut wavefuntions of pure power to that decisive hour.

Its not the engine that drove her wild, or the bare head exposed to all the arcane influences of open space, but the faint filter that Phenman plugged into her presence. She tasted the flavor of fame fulminated in her heart as she debarked upon remarkably rich travel creases of her intenal tesseract of truth. The stitched - twitched had stopped as she lost count of her youth, and spoooled together the stellar embrionic technology taut in its story.

Levels of leadership clogged the cogwheel of law. as a concourse was constructed out of illuminated gravity gaskets to speed up the precession of participants enriched by grave colors.

Brad smouldered on the strung conjuction as WaVexIcon emblazoned appetitie ate the packets of incest. Each intense verse of worshop that the microbiological stilt-form fished-up for leisure, lent a lure as what location Eve may be. Pastel chutzpah branished as he became elated when the syphoned anticyclonic power tappered to a futile proof. Having pieced together once before Eves easel of enigmatic engine of imagination, albeit with the inflationary physics supported by stationary infrastructure, Brad had practised his precision at stochiastic strategies by building ultra-arrayed axles of polypurposes. Convex laboratories bristled upon the skin of his translocutive lexus; WaVexIcon.

Eves quest quilted her quiet upon the surface of the nearest paired satellites as MobiuStreak trickled a truce by not blowing off the brains of the indegeous population. The GeoSapien cities slinked along the horizon with glowing hints of approval. Vorpal testaments of poer pilfered from space-time, intrigued the teething rituals sprung upon the tension surface of celestial clues. The clipped criss-crosses of clandestine experiments, caught her off guard, as she was impregnated via outcroppings of arcane order.

Brad muzzled his outrage as he found Eve alongside a ghostly stream seeping away from her exposed pubic hair. The auspicious engine of WaVexIcon towered over Eve, as Brad had dismantled and connected contractile biods up her canal and commanded in a series of serious Aztec-like physiosomatic gestures to purge any nonconforming DNA.

Sensing a foreclosure, the GeoSapien cities locked onto the local leyline and bled full breath across the terrain. In diastolic drama, he coerced MobiuStreak to trek with Eve in the backseat. The Twin-Torus engines sung binary cooperation and vanished within a momentary singularity. Brad bustled together the engine, while periodically pressing the panic button that sent wave patterns of fractal fissions along the ground, seeing the convergence of GeoSapien cities evolving eyes arrayed to decimate their disaster. He goggled in, as a timesplice lever of WaVexIcon lynched leylines in a severed series of braided borders.

Excelsior Sigma straddled the sequence of events to mean his grandiose game was about to erupt in an

explosion of untamed proportions.

By having the melodic message of a carrier craving consequence, his micro bioacoustic climas kinked in the recognition of responsibility. His symphony of sarcastic foresight was now a witness of his driving flight of fancy.

Eve awoke in her backseat remembering the trauma of dialectic dimensions. She cranked together the gossamer threads of her reloomed history, and festered over ther currnet of feelings: enraged, crossed and clueless. By having enough insight to sense Brad as being her savior for sure this time. She took comand of the drivers of easel and querried for the engine signiture of WaVexIcon.

Erased in the darkness of dimentia, the plural worlds winced as they were a winess of unfathomable strength. Being a taut mission to produce a single mimentous opus, having been the blunt end of an even stranger subclassifications, the Richter ritual of space-time only brought a certain version of defeat, as the sterilization stigmata stitched new rules on conductive clans.

Excelsior Sigma syncopated in perverse pleasure, gloated over the media as being the best option the citizens had by being able to hive-hoard their collective DNA and producing external worlds harmonic for the children. Having none of it, the citizens appealed to a higher authority to get rid of this ridiculous rogue.

In grouped truth, Brad and Eve answered their prayers by dicing the dimensions and cooking the crime of Sgma so that the harm once hammered in history became back to a bland blaise of temporal thyme. This certain spice of space once sprinkled across the surface of DRYSTIR unhinged the any article of totalitarianism. To teach the entrenched citizens of real beauty at being themselves, Brad and Eve allowed the remaining infrastructure of linked worlds to become the compass of true composition. The particles of true spiritual carge, once identified, would have to be catalogued by S.T.A.R.E. division of ISOSPRYTE, so that the transversal of leadership wouldn't have any unwanted absolutes.

In the final moments of the mystery resolved, Eve and Brad raised their own child, Lylneve. She was shown many experiences and even infused many of the talents her partents taught her. Lylneves grace and the ability to grimace against hardship blossomed her to be the first recipient to channel the honor of being a S.T.A.R.E. trooper in her own right. She was awarded an organicycle called Planetserf that clearly towered in glorious armor.

By this time, the alien intelligence of Hastur was learning of this defunct prism of power and rebooted the rind of DRYSTIR. Taking command as the second coming of their equivalent of the anti-christ, recristened the commercial sector as being the prevalent foundation to forge a series of systematic trauma.

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