Battle Station Lime

A universe space-adventure of blended Romanticism, paranoia, wits, lasers, exorcism, and science-fantasy documentary (for all).

A sci-fi crossover fantasy of Alien and Titan A.E. Thanks so much for reading, 

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AMLAN: As a humanoid who's been to Venus, this new time of space-wars is Heaven/Hell to me.

MARCUS: Well, you've got that old 21st-Century Earthling ('American Homeland') visage for masks!

AMLAN: I'm the dashing masked space-pilot warrior with any 'being' with femme-shape/proportion.

MARCUS: Good knowledge, new friend, but this force of crystal-darkness I doubt has lover-charms.

AMLAN: Then we approach this new agenda challenge with a 'classic' visage for bound theater.

MARCUS: Laser-decimal exorcism for this 'dragon-race' to the Abyss, pal.

AMLAN: Facebook-like (ha).

Now, Amlan/Marcus became fast-friends. Marcus, a descendant of old-Earth race and admirer of 21st-Century post-9/11 era commerce/net grids of customs/capitalism 'linked' lifestyle flowery and resilience, knew this new agenda of Hell cast by a mystery 'dragon' race with a Machiavellian eye for complete submission for toylands-prisons required incomplete-distances readings for the erection of special laser-fire directed at the space-ships sides only of the evil-clan for a simplified message of 'torque' detours (Facebook-like).

SHELLEY: I don't look like I'm from 21st-Century New England, Mr. Amlan?

AMLAN: As an Earth-admiring space-hostess ('stewardess') of humanoid-shape, I'm 'equally' attracted.

SHELLEY: That's your plug, Mr. Amlan...incomplete-distances readings for love's magnetics?

AMLAN: Hey, I'm a masked space-warrior, but my femme-shape interest for magnets is (all) innocence!

SHELLEY: Do you doubt we'll win, darling?

AMLAN: Nah, I'm the nastiest dodecahedron in the (known) universe, Shelley (ha).

SHELLEY: Facebook-like, alright!

It wasn't all love/bread for the pensive and overtly-Romanticism bound space-warrior Amlan who, like Marcus, ID'd the 'dragon' race as simplified Machiavellian darkness for adversarial challenges in incomplete-bureaucracy acumen. The new universe was much different than 21st-Century Earthling-expressed outer-space, and this 'dragon' clan lurked on Mars (now) and suggested to 'classic' spiritualists they maybe were some 'incarnation' of the Christian Lucifer of human-realm civilization paranoia concerning dusty and red bloody-murder (for all!).

DRAGON-MONARCH ('Endymion'): Doubt you'll triumph.
AMLAN/MARCUS: This is bad-chess, Endymion; we'll keep firing your ship-sides only.

ENDYMION: A social media mime-gesture for defiance's charades?

AMLAN/MARCUS: With 'flare' for theater's consciousness-books, Endymion (damn).

ENDYMION: You want we dragons simply self-exile to the Abyss, eh?

AMLAN/MARCUS: Why wouldn't you 'linger' around others (instead) for diagonals?

ENDYMION: Hmmm...comic art (data driven!).

Did our heroes triumph in their exorcism-diarism made for 'wage' against the adversarial 'dragon' clan from Hell? We won't tell you, but we assure you now that universal consciousness for the bread/fruit of simplified leviathan and darkness makes for a calendar-faces visage for those incomplete-lines choreographies for sentient-being discs...perhaps for eternity!

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)