Because we wasn't looking at any of them, hinged down from the seat in front tired from so much work and still ahead of any of them, I was looking at the glass and the decanter bottle on it while explaining my wife Lil how the Black Star had evolved into a clonoclastic, I was thinking of a bloody kidnapping, snorted, putting people in their place, holding them there. Letting us build our dreams then puncturing them. Had shock my head, and drank from my shiny glass.
"Well, it's something that's gone on for as long as anybody can remember." It sounded gentle, she sort of half listened while she pulled out one of the screens. She knew I wasn't a toy boy, but that I liked to make toys, for this one the tension was unwanted, nothing would be displayed till the right moment arrives for the Artifact. I did not want to have to talk, calculated onto letters and numbers, tap in on each for the next generation in the Death Star.
"Nothing has been approved, I don't think to be understood or have the patience to respect catastrophes in the interim, I'm preparing a very long establish practice amongst for the embryonic form and make them subject species, slaves, mercenaries, mentored, so that when the people from their home world finally assume the Galactic stage is not like them, they will see that they are not the most civilized, advanced of their kind and will move their future generations to study stronger to achieve entrance."
It was all a recklessly bold sociological invention who held the rash, it would be irresponsible to go into the scheme without support. Every creator need it to move his invention in order to be used.
"On the other side of the venture Species so treated are expected to feel an obligation to their so called mentors. This practice has been banned in the past. It falls down on me, but devilish tactics shall care for the temerarious."
For the relevant terminology I believe to be seen as a bad machine, who overpowers and this is precisely what I'm doing for The Empire. And that was just the start, scratched my head, and this wasn't even an adult pedia of nerds, maybe we shall not had found the not so big kids site to invent clever toys, we together can't cope, but there was something binding along the space, the desert of darkness to be conquered. We tried to watch the patrol on the Galaxies, soon had split the Hologram map and saved it somewhere around this station.
I knew the darkness in him will appear when had spoken him about the practice of maintaining inside the obscure out the light, would sense his walking steps with premature rage as we entered the Meditation Chambers.
Nothingness that wide space of cool metallic sealing and walls who broadened up his imagination into the lowest degree, this floors was constantly brushed with poisons liquids and polished by servants who died to acquired the position in them knees and hands for the mare survival, for the ambition of just saying out in the light of public affairs that they work for the Empire and have the right to love. Had unstintingly observed in my reflection as the apprentice of a sith showed his impulse to me while pushing me against the wall.
Shall I mention what he said, would it be necessarily to abandon with resistance the last second past to have the confrontation of him. An outburst of laughter lengthened an inwardly steam of pain and pleasure for the release of his tensions as he had me against the wall, had let this 2 seconds and half densify as I penetrated in his vision through out the immortal designation of deathfullness, it was not a fancy force who defined the light, nein. I liked the click of the clock as he passed into times and spaces throughout the hollowest of darkness.
A magnetic field out my wrist thrilled, his control pushing avast my way as the vibration of my lightsaber beside the slot of my hip illuminated the fluorescent red of evil, did not wish his last breath, walking around and sensing the floor while extending my arms to the sides as had paused could smell the passion of fear and losing control. There was no ordinary job for the chosen knights of the Eternal Knights of the Imperial Throne, to me an inner circuit program by Snoke governed even the slights desires onto the occult.
Have shaken the tip of my fingers to grant him space, fixing my mind will test every inch of his aura as remained walking around Jade, an apprentice of mine who had repeatedly stood snatching away his illness. Serving and executing every step in the journey as the journey was the Sith. Once you entered there was no way back, nor a way fore. "You are the way baby boy, you do not follow the mission, you are the mission, the emissary of the Void, so unavoidable for a Jedi, isn't?"
The sensation of power and indomitable rage would be easy for an animal to conjure the end of an other for the very existence of his own carnivorous muzzle sucking the neck of a dear to his precious renewing, how cunning to sly a minor. We did not need to hunt for food, nor sex, or wanting attention, all those things remain hidden when we need them on the blink of an imperialistically button, we had the walk.
Kept the walk with a specified direction to the optic down to the floor, the multiple senses who aligned beyond the spacial buildings afloat the galaxies from here and now, broaden my attention as continued passing further around and still could hold the pulse and veins tightening his absolute mental restrictions, just as when a few inches apart between him and the wall of the material plane. My trained mind gives astute evaluations, but my body gives legal and illegal high level of undertakings.
Setting my hand of believes as a dream who repeats over and over again took the iron handle out it's hung, it belonged to my ancestors, it was crafted in the Phallus Temple and modified onto every generation from day one, it participated in the first coliseum and chopped unlimited counts of heads for whom's blood lives in its transcendent light. Glancing it over me on one go, my both fist tighten it to base up its magnitude and electric sound its speed detonated as the Victory I Class Destroyer moved out Snoke the Supreme Leader's order. Destination, planet B.
There was a motivated organism inside my program, it achieved order by order if there was an intensive use of an organ you could use it as a weapon for your advantage to continue, you moved. Unfortunately, if it weren't a work who would fit to be measured for some, it wouldn't pass. The serial assassination ends with the last, it wasn't shown on the media for the mere purpose to avoid scandal and keep closer elites in command. There was yet, some flaky incidents to be ignored and redundancy in pleasure to active more.
The power of exorcism is considered to be a special gift I had, my mother taught me well. As soon as I ended, the species either dies out or some variant best suited to the new environmental change. There would be a change ass I put back my cover and change worlds.
You only had to come down on terms, it occurred suddenly as a spam, something each party wished in a sequence of desires to establish a rough equilibrium. You can languish in obscurity, be found in papers and credit but you can never have Victory without a shoot, now, as you die without f***ing me, with the idea of having me by your side and your side is the death I have given you, you see... It was all a punctuated plot to have even your death boring.
So, while in the latter years and time travel of millenniums, I reached the new program from the Empire, Zelus had betrayed me telling me nothing, I guess it was part of the job, we worked in a variant of levels to have no one reach it, if we believed the Universe was expanding so would they, far away from us, as much they would believe, each in its own radio.
My legs need it a break to expand from the hard serial work I had being put through, so had taken a Holliday visiting Kalu Desilijic on planet Tatooine, he is such a cruel Lord that it will be time enough to meditate on the considerable controversies.
(Sorry for the pic above, I didn't have time to find any better)
My impatience became visible in the 336,000 square foot factory, the materials for the spacecraft hulls are highly-tech and the engineers at the Death Star understood how we spend a decade tuning how to layer after layer, by hand and provide shape and structural firmness from micrometeorites and radiation for spatial habitat for the plans.
"How you fold 20 layers of different titanium fabric so it fits in a rocket and then unpacks into a fully ready space station when you are in orbit?" Nebula 5K GotG asked.
"I'm not going to talk about the folding." Said as showing an expression of a genius who had tried to figure out how to roll up my high-tech tent, many times and stuffed back, unsuccessfully. Her very question got me for a moment. I have programmed her back then to make questions so I could see myself out of the orbit of Mars talking to someone. I guess the remaining past hasn't made me very social, I could cope with the mechanisms and that made me comfortable.
I took my team to the module station, free of the noisy Troopers to check sensors and reload data every 6 months. We may, in fact, find to be an appealing, quiet, hideaway spot free of cameras from the rest of the stations. And that would be fine, we introverts encouraged each other in this experimental habitat.
As the director of advanced exploration systems, had to load on the docking port of connections, when we analyzed the rate at which the gas would cone out the tanks, it inflated more slowly and the module will be outfitted with shock absorbers. Meaning, it could be regarded for the expandable space, more then it's first generation of Genesis I and II.
The shell of the module is 18 meters, enough to put a Queen if you envision providing a soft side, a roomy spaceship for the trip. Some of the problems, I still had to solve gratefully as the timing to opened and we hope to be working with other programs to craft the Galaxies.
"If things work out" had added "I will program you for the landlord on a lot of future to have The Empire highly respected, just don't ask me about Vader, I still can't believe how Palpatine prefers him over me." He probably wants the engineers to stop camping in the Darkside of space, for him the future of space is the commerce, like everything in the world, if space is going to be sustainable, it has to be commercially viable. And here I was talking to a robot to have the job donne for the radiation shielding.
Essentially is better than starving to death emotionally, the human race needs to learn how to have relationships far, far more than they need to learn how to not rely on other people for anything. This is how far my studies got me from planet Earth.
I'm going to present an alternative perspective, you do have to align the circuits of psychological patterns, I had to use my very sister Nike so the new machine doesn't betray my work to The Empire, we know the Universe is one. Yes, we may be invisible from it, as people are starting to have a good relationship for it. You had to be fully integrated, perhaps resolving the war would be only the same question the Republic has, fragmented as their friendly species without creating embodied unity.
I want to close the distance between the side of them that wants so deeply and the distance of them that doesn't think they can have what they want. I like it how it works, with enough desperation so desperation, wich is hard for them to hold space for. I can't fault people for it, I know what it feels to be desperate for something, it is a real question in how someone can be responsible for their actions.
If I could explain to my Robo Tinian Nebula, how easy things are when you get to feel an abstraction from what you just built.
"You don't have to understand me, is okay, I made you for that."
"Now go and tell Palpatine, I'm sorry for the setbacks, the artefact is ready."
It was orchestrating along the constellations that Sith identity was known only by a few throughouts. The Jedis will claim that The Force of the Universe existed for a hope to provide stability while they are living from the leftovers of the Government. To overthrow the Galatic Senate in long disputes behind Princess as Jedi Masters desperately added The Force, as their very own and only. Legally speaking it was declared for the Jedis to have committed treason as a separatists, pericytes.
After the Clone Wars and the absolute power of The Empire the living Darkforce emerged with the secrecy of terminating the fate, that for my false modesty persona I will bring one of the most intense revelations, not in the first Sith, or the thirds Sith apprentice who is Dark Vader but before the masters and disciples existed in a military resort back far in time, out a reddish deserted part of world I won't name today, where Palpatine and I meet and only hatred united us many.
Thus to be brief, my emergency powers may not return from the promises of the Senate and political stands, delivering a private Cargo became the duty and order of today.
The planetary alignment has gotten close, I will be stationed on the capital planet more of an Electronic World City, the Death Star. This industrial machine of a Globe started to be a metal architecture contest back in the times Donald Trump signed for the Pipe Line, who's dark petrol economical input scattered the Imperial Navy far away into the Universe. The construction did start after I finished my job in Mars, the year 2022, it was suspected to end in over 800 years, then my crew used the typical Stormtroopers, they are not in fact the army, but rather an elite corps that works as a ground force for the Navy.
I had stood, sleep and worked alone in my spacial tower of control, back and force, back and force before much was sent for me out the world. Had lived splits up into warring factions and the Imperial Starfleet splitters along with it, then we had those Impressive Imperial Commanders who earn Universal respect.
As I traveled back and forth to this end, a blockade operation intermittently fastened the fore of my head to my sense today. At the possession of the Imperial Navy's highest ranking officer, Vader will redeem to have kill Palpatine in order to save his son Luke Skywalker, but I knew this wouldn't happen with my arrival.
The Shuttle of Cargo would became a supreme weapon to him, and he could sense the dark side consuming his soul as I entered, resent or not. Entering the aura, as my perception became distorted on my arrival to The Black Star where he stood in between the mental vibe and I replied with words around his head.
Zelus _ "Don't call me My friend, I work for the Empire, all I need is darkness and a faraway presence."
Vader _"And just whom do you suppose I support? It was my master that formed this Empire. It I--Darth Vader, that oversees a great many of the Empire's dealings"
Zelus _"Listen, I'm not here for you to tell me the past, if I don't feel the darkness within you I will kill you in the next bulletin. Now I'm bringing a Cargo, move on."
Vader _Long since tired of the blatant disrespect, Vader's rhythmical timing of his breathing stayed steady. Gracefully, as if denying the suit's cumbersome weight, a black leather, gauntleted hand lifted. Squeezing his thumb and forefinger together, Vader immersed himself in the anger, the hatred that fed him, driving him deeper into the dark abyss of the dark side.-
Vader_ "Such disrespect shall not be tolerated. Not from the likes of you. You are foolish and naive to presume I possess any good nature."
This was the reason I traveled without masks and helmets, to avoid nanosensor technology through the dark matter in space, I had created them myself and controlled the important points to cover ones destin. On a call for duty, you had to put it on and dig it.
Had seeing behind the venue, in any situation did not have any other motivation who mattered more than the accumulation of power. The Emperor Palpatine and the only one I got an order from so far, a patron of the arts to the purest hypocrisy, enthralling by the overseas of a matter called Darkside that confined unlimitedness. Did not need patience myself to play the noble fencing with the red lights and before all that jump out the ship. The only signal that could satisfy me, was to hold on to the plan and land the cargo as The New Order grew its interests from.
Not looking for clues, the lights of the Shuttle monitor orientated the direction onto the Black Star, we had two seconds and a half to be detected, combining a twelve division angle of preparation within the orbit of the power protection to steady into the Death Star gates.
It requires enough time to draw this energy.
Looking down my feet, without a world of my own, afloat into the deep Empire of Space it did struck me ahead of a time to breath in, more then to enter in less than a second. As easy destruction is, the cargo arrived.
After hours monitoring the screens, watching, not again having a clue what the man was doing. I turned awash from the complexity of numbers on space, there is not really a communication right down to the hardwiring. If it was unplugged and not firewire or optically linked to any other system, local external, you were safe, but at any Galaxy, we worked with the easiest method and that, only the speed of the light can tell you.
While some new Jedi was ravishing himself on the force, and Master here, other there, there was nothing much I could do, not even as to present myself.
A Clone trooper entered and with a dry nod, seemed to say. "The reinforcements are being depleted." He was tired, I made his program and I knew there were not enough flight reservations to make new deals for unwanted viruses. I wanted him to work without a cease and only tell me what it had on hand, at the best antiviral program MI-6 The Empire paid dutifully, we had invested less in other material and it did pay back the results, the report.
"Commander BF1" Holds position. "Enemy identified." he would wait for my order, but I was only a step on and the information arrived way too late, I turned around for him to get out, for almost another half an hour had finally studied the subject, it would have taken me long if there was depth.
Vader did not grant enough dark Matter on to my side, we, The Empire owned 92% of it, in my files and other machines where I had encrypted the laws who guarded the Universe, by oppression in mass or accepted input, via secure, scanned and unknown areas.
I did maintain an outstand, maybe a little harder than usual, my father was a Devil calling me for torture, it sounded lame and that is another story, I only work in one and when the set is not one, I know where the values of the work is put on, or the work to value what.
He wanted to make me Jealous of the position, sending me a trooper soldier, another rant of his, as if I was stupid enough to follow up and "Yes, Sir, yes Sir!" I need to take out the torrent and proceed with the elimination.
There was only a job to work for while being willingly hostage in this Space Cargo, cabin. Expanding the Sith connection, Vader needs to be reminded of how much he lost, and how much he will. This is the only motive that keeps him going, I have been working for the last decade, even sent in the past to re-direct the murdering list of sponsors to The Future Empire and return to listen to this sh*t. "One enemy!"
Rooted in natural order, I would visit my sister Clair, we studied together with our brother Vita in the University of Marseilles for Criminology besides Political Science and other things, it was of my finest admiration the way she would clean a murder scene made by the Kane's.
We would go to events my father President of France and Marseilles Elite Alexander Kane would have from his little cycle, the Richest man in the world who wished to invest in immortality and donated the hard work of the rest of the world into something impossible to believe to the mortal's eye.
We dominated the greatest investment in History after War Strategies and The Nasa, The new generation of hybrids would be programmed with the ability to connect their minds and process all their intelligence. The richest man in the world, did not know we was Gods, it would be a fraud to let them know the very Illuminaty had empower year after years the World Order and Control, from Atlantis, The Pyramids, Moises, Jerusalem, Petra, Alexandria's Evolution and stop the counts with our bloody tendencies. We manipulated masses like charlatans of great importance for the best civilization to prevail, we supported the first, we survived after every Empire's Fall, building it again. Only God's knew, the Gods behind the mortals.
We would seat and see the richest walk, one after the other and they had the courage to proclaim them selfs in the teeth of hostility and decisions to the lesser.
By 2045, we would have the majority of investors growth into what Zelus, the competitive God who added the history of the highest tendencies history to rival for the best, he was working ahead in 2,132 year for Mars Planet. The Kingdom of Hell with NASA and some Russian Business wished to continue with the illegal contraband of organs for the bio sensors into the robots and maintain the left over skin tissue from this rich man who would pay more then their fortune and create greater wars, and fancier slaveries to the poor with higher pseudo freedom's like 2 weeks of pity vacation with the hotted masses.
However, we would watch them pass one by one as we salute them directly.
It has work this way for Millenniums and will work this way for more, to the average psyches and minds, to who have just an anima to learn the program of Titan Nature, or our Titan Business Steps.
My sister Clair helped me to keep grounded psychologically and spiritually. All those business to transfer human beings into avatars till the last point was something I could not tell her directly, like if it was fine. Clair walked me out the routine, to take fresh air, we would relax and talk about boys, man, elder man, we would go out alone for mountain climbing away from our tortuous and machiavelli work. We would bring poetry books to our camp, study away from what our parents and Godly ancestor left us. She would tell me things like.
_"I have never Insulted sis." We would cuddle around the fire as the little Virgin girls we used to be hoping for tomorrows charming prince, we would wake up day after day out the highest pick in the Alps and just breath away the moderating recycling Era, come down the lake and cheer up like if nothing was happening around the Universe, we discovered our paradise and hardly blamed.
_"You held them in your hands. How many other lives can we save?" She would tell such things when I was holding a fish in my hands, and we would laugh letting it slide down back to its nature.
She was always flexible and I was too. Away from my history and my family broad me to renew our sense in life, after on, she became a secret agent to assassinate conflictive attitudes in power. A hight class seductress to share classified information and trigger them into false dates. I had remain virgen to any dirty business could not double up my finest point.
That day she had seeing everything, some how she knew there was all those transactions made her think she had all the track behind her as she followed. I need it to solve this line between for humanoids to filter down a system of believe, and hide her precedence as much as possible before she holds the trigger before mediating. One thing Clari could not understand with patient politeness and discretion, how the distance works in the Golf Field, the rich people would have just to be more powerful and perpetual to take more over the worlds and the future.
Clair had seeing the alarm that day and came from Marseilles, nest to me, she had seeing too how Giselle entered and took my little brother onto my aunt Terra and talked about Lil's Mission, it all happened in minutes, Terra had fusion her power with my little brother Pyro, hugging him, transforming him into the man, the man he was to be in the future, this future was revealed to me as the existence of his manifested with fires.
I was going to be standing in charge, inside his mind too. But as grown up he was he could not see me in the future. In this vision could listen to my self in shouts coming out a hollow vessel that had no resounds but to my own psychological state, involved with no escape, the acute anguish of my shouts frighten my awareness.
_"You can′t control me, is all a big lie, you cant hide away and use my Intelligence, my victorious love, my human nature, my divine immortality, is not my world of slavery." That unorthodox vision in the future had no religiousness. I had a program transferred into my vital intelligence who used to win in the behalf of my ones, was null with epidemic programs against the elder Greek God′s information into a public image who oppressed the ancient secrets of the Underworld and Dijjins of Arabia, the lesser power the more to them, a power to be just re-directed. I was a Ghost, a Ghost inside a machine and my protection for Pyro was more then anything for the Empire, but how? What Empire was that, what kind of Hell would Exist in such dividend? Terror did not exist, the chemical reactions persevere and under drugs of control, could sense bio-sensors too under my flesh, so powerless and hostage under such, that a retro spectrum broad me back wanting me not to loose my self and identity.
Was the fight here or then, was the Present, was the Past, was the Future? or was this constant debate rolling in alignment DNA information with time and space frequency from before the Pyramids and his Slaves, I was a freaky free matter ready to contribute to humanity. We Gods could hold the multiparallel spheres of the matrix torus movement.
"Brother!! Zelus!! Go to the Further Future for the Emperor of Atlantis and I will move to Nightwolf his Wife and Terra, Mars is now taken by the Kingdom of Hell." My Mother Styx then shouted to Terra to drop Pyro down, Zelus moved rapidly away as they foreground the action. I could see the enemies creations. "There be no comedy for the robot of Dante, I'm telling you."
"Brother!! Vita follow Pyro and stay always behind him, I must go, Clair we will see what The Goddess of LCP Terra has with NW there."
Pyro returned to his child form bringing us back to the present away what Terra had Embrace from. It was not easy to talk to the burning eyes of a child and explain him with success, but I was Nike, so I had to do it, he had an extremely contagious and consummating ground, it trilled me but it was dangerous to be part of him, so little, in such little body such intensity and fever, he pulled me with wish to have him with me, to be consummate for him, to orbit around him. Seeing how Terra was melted away from him and relaxed, would curve down out of guard.
_"My little brother, you must run, there is no safety in here you are our last hope in our return. Mother will be there soon."
He hugged our mother and vanished away with Vita's impulse. The science, the occultism, the necessary to offset these dangers was of no experimentation, would show some awareness of the issue, and of the ways in which it might be tackled, we Olympian brothers did not act in our own prescriptions, we came on terms with problems no one could handle adequately into the present century, constantly, again and again, coming eternally.
Facing the Journey for the days of the next hypnotism works, controlling minds, manipulate masses, how enterprises think together, was no ordinary task to transmit. I'll do anything to bake cookies at home with my brothers and sisters, see mom and dad relax along their investments with us, proudly. But, when the Momentum of the Implosive theory reveals everything we have worked for and suffered will role by it self.
