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Mystic Spirit Butterfly
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Kretra Super Star Empress fleet, peeking from the safe of the cross-stringy weirspace, the layered quasispace stable as "the normal space" behind an unknown number of hyperspaces, but three of which have been theoreticized and one of which has been mastered by the predecessors in the early galactic age. It was by an accident that an explorer found a lost tech device that lead our science to the trace of this highly hypothetical dimension, the basement of the modern Kretra Super Empire.
"Governor, I ask you to co-operate and explain the situation of the capital, we won't eat your head."
After a long silence that gnaws both me and the Super Star Empress' racial trait of painfulness toward meaningful delays. I know the weight of Super Star Empress' promise not to harm the governor, as many less conditioned Kretra minds would feel the anguish to drive them to kill someone for the painfulness of this moment.
"For the sake of the Empire, what is the matter?" Super Star Empress' pure temptous voice bombards the Kretra mind of mine as well, but I know the pressure on the governor is tenfold as his assumptions of execution may be piling up, but I know my Super Star Empress' grace better.
Observing my biometric monitors and looking at the pain, anguish, second level fear and anger of betrayal shock the governor before he cracks open like a mature cocoon, my feeling of wrong silences my inner critique to an univited acceptance of the situation.
"The planet is out of my control, there are many agri-centers that are trying to circumsvent the ENERGY BLOCKADE we set, also we have discovered a SPECTRE AGENT on our planet, they must have discovered us before the safety of the ENERGY BLOCKADE and it's all in vain!! There maybe already many SPECTRE AGENTS on the planet!!!"
The weighed words mark the words that brought the governor highest burst of emotions, marking the exit points of his anguish. The first must be related to his responsibility as a planet governor and the second, being spectre agents marks the fear of the enemy or situation that brings relief on him on a personal level when combined with a release from responsibility as a planet governor to a superior.
"Dire news, Governor, there must be something we can take care of her, the weight off your shoulders. Surrender your Status on me, from now on this is a super imperial military operation center, the neccessary actions being processed now as we speak to relieve the planet of your command to my... designated commander. There."
"Thank you Supreme Empress of the Whole!" Governor weeps in the comms.
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My ship commander breaks the drama in private comms.
"My Highness, Shadow, the team to recover LOST TECH! has been assembled with the specialist from the new ships. They have left to hyperspace."
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