Trilogy / On Bilumen Qua / tRifite

Trilogy

TrAgar of Bilumen Qua tricked bedKA for copper troves. Machined lights slung low; fog dense. The yellow star patched the communicator boundary through to Xagion Trials.

“Goddammit Son! Have you not got the Boogyon?!”

Hot Hypertrophic Babe crept in, holding a steady finger to the Deity Annihilator Ray Tube! Heeled to steal, the sly slut swiggled, “Enjoy.” Then zapped.

This is the starship. Neon the cute driver forced it up the amps. Oh the dark furry underbelly; its foRsion tanks kept churning. It was Warpped here to there.

 

On Bilumen Qua

The Hurricane Field of Bilumen Qua swung the large gate of Caiafas hither and fro. The foRum Holes atop the capitol hills were sessions of civil discouragement above the torrent wind.

“bedKa. Oh bedKa my love. Be well.” spoke TrAgar, slicing xtracie fruits for his love.

bedKa had fallen ill during the tRifite expedition. She encouraged TrAgar to let the plain rest. The Hurricane was idled in the valley.

bedKa summed the Field a gentle billow of foil because her memory feeds were coming at low frequency. Only the most subtle of conversations had been stored at those levels. The excited high end was gated and she was not aware. TrAgar pinched xtracie juiced for her to take in her mouth, to numb the sores.

tRifite had the sullen gleam of a dim red sun as three ships nearly bent too passed to unfold the fort and tanks. The starship held the masses static while the kux fitted the environment and the pilfers stocked the little ship.

 

tRifite

The botanicals. There was rich fuel and the machinery worked exceptionally well. The water. There is never enough, even with the tanks at eighty percent capacity. Ventures go on longer than expected. The expedition killed at least three hundred of the native combatants.

The deaths glowed and the viscous flows were known to have anticularwhite. It had all been prepared for and appropriate precautions had been followed. bedKa was meticulous in such protocols.

bedKa woke with terrors during the long nights of tRifite. One terrifying image she saw was herself with child and a goldfinch. In another, she was again with child and her head was held by a long slender neck. The goldfinch was known to her because of the Gylow Dwarf exhibition she saw as a young axIgion diver. That’s when she was taken to worlds of water and forests. At least, those are the pleasant parts she remembers, the goldfinch and a song by a shallow sea.

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