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chapter 4
cracking some eggs
and 'shh' dont say a word.
accross the panitary abis close to the virgin shores of the water planet quite almost at the farthest folds of dimention 27, just off Needy Cove of the endless Virgin Isles the EFR shincter passes a derilict space vesil. a obsoleete russian war ship from the DeepSpaceColdWar. The sphincter ship pauses to inspect the craft, detirmening no inteligent life on board no weapons capable of penetrating the space sphincters orafas and no living crew members in the life capsule they categorise its serial number as space junk and move on. decending through orbit and forming a cannon ball and a big splash in the warm sumers ocean of the water planet.
on the beaches of the water planet just below the natural shelter of the forementioned virgin cove. soldiers rise up from out of the water, dissapearing mentarilly below water in waves as the march up and down over submerged sanddunes created by the gentle waves.
trunks twinging and floating along side. Some becoming quite tangled.
tangled trunks and soldiers tipping over sinking to the sandy waterbed.
not programed with boy scoutt space knotmanship binary code 101.
they lay on submerged sand and would remain untill air trunks malfunctioned if they were not swiftly trampled by those following two paces back. Onto the shores the mob apeared mush setting on their disintigration rays.
...onto shores of what to an uneducated being on the reproduction cycle of the water planet would be commonly yet wrongly mistake as turtle eggs. The EFR mob continue methodicaly marching crushing clusters and clusters of "turtle eggs. not knowing nor caring what creatures they contain.untrodden eggs are shot with mush rays while seagulls a bird that noone put any effort into renaming on any colonised planet. swoop down to devour the exposed liquified remains.
dusk settles in, the Mob has made their way to the far end of the cove, towards the monastary of the brotherhood of the egg. the tower bell in their main structure clangs loudly and beyond an army of "zzzzawop's" from the mush setting of the ray guns there is silence.
the bretheren of the warter planet are as most know sworn to silence. when one is born they cry for the first few secconds then the doctor smacks their bum and they are quiet. the parents share meaningfull silent moments with each other and life silently continues.
ecoes of the bell and guns double back alongg the shore of virgin cove. dusk turns to star lit night, waves lap ashore washing away the mayhem of methodical boot prints.
in the distance of the once sacred beach a cloaked dark figure emerges from the rock face.
she moves irraticly along the beach, searching amongst the shattered egg shells, her bare feet cut and bleeding, her exposed leg and feet colourfully tattoed. the moonlight reflecting off of her many siver rings and peircings
she finds two untouched eggs, one slightly cracked the other rolling in circles on the cold sand and with them she dissapears back into the sheltered crevace she imerged from.
An hour later, the soldiers having silenced the remaining silent monks, the front soldier checking the luminated screen of his arm visor and shutting back off. a giant sphincter raises up from the water floating over the ripples and waves its caused to crash onto the endless shores of the planet. once the soldiers have entered there is a slight vibrating a gurgleing and moaning sound. Then with the passing of wind the sphincter blasts off leaving the planet below.
Down alond the shore an eggscape pod is launched, the darkly lit lab it launched from leaves an elder woman i a red light, her cloak over the blinking controllborard, her bloodied feet soothing in a tub of water. she sits and with aged arthritic fingers plays her electric guitar and waits for the end.
