Message put on Lady of the Night’s garment, and it changed her countenance
Take this watch, Dragon-Man said, it is the access to the Winged Fire-Lance.
You press this button on top and then the Fire Lance is yours to wield.
This is just a reconnaissance mission and Message curtly replied, If Drozen comes I will not yield.
This Winged Lance-fire is the perfect instrument to pierce Drozen’s chest box.
Dragon-Man shook his head but he knew there was no use arguing when the SheTalkMan talks.
So Message left the Isotrain Mechanism to go to the Logre Market to buy
And also to inquire where Drozen was, because Message also appointed herself a spy.

Legate, one of the Federation is here, the traveler with the Nourishless Caravans said with glee.
I don’t concern myself with a mere mouthpiece, that is a tiny morsel, the Legate replied to he.
Message came to the market, and asked, Excuse me, but have you seen the Drozen creature.
I am looking for Commander of the Numberless Clans who is this high with these features.
The being replied, I’m confused, I thought you were here to barter and watch gladiators?
Message yelled, You don’t sound like a Scimitan, and she drew out her Celestial Blade Saber.
He kneeled with terrified pleas, Please, your Imperial Candidacy, I am a Dahomeyian  who came here to survive.
If I tell you where Drozen is, he will make sure I will not remain soon alive.
Message put the Celestial Blade Saber back in the Estateian Scabbard, and said, Subject follow me.
You will use these Premo-Cartridge Gems to purchase the Federation some elite weaponry.
Meanwhile I will hunt for Drozen, using the Decipherment Charter to receive what you know.
Drozen has been reaping Death across these Realmic spans, and it is time for him to pay what he owe!

Message and the Dahomeyian Subject set off, and soon reached the market with this plan to destroy.
Meanwhile Dragon-Man was waiting in the wings with the Isotrain Mechanism, shielded by the alloy.
The Dahomeyian Subject went to the bartering station, and asked, I would like some fire power.
The person threw back his head and laughed mocking, I am sure you would, this is the final hour.
Help, Help! The Dahomeyian cried out, and Message started running to this man’s aid.
The man stood up and said, Diablo-Robots arise, and suddenly the place was filled with with raid.
So you are alone, Drozen taunted, as Message took out the Celestial Blade Saber and Winged Fire Lance.
Is this the way to treat the suitor you spurned because as an Imperial Candidate you couldn’t handle romance?
I have already sunk an Anvilic Block  into this Dahomeyian’s mind, and if you don’t come he will die.
Message was so shocked at this sheer evil that she, for once, was unable to reply.

Message extended her Celestial Blade Saber into the Dahomeyian’s head, and he fell with a thud.
Lady of the Night yelled out, No! And Message down below said, Take heed this is the first shed blood.
Drozen screamed, Attack, attack, and Dragon-Man said, This is the War the Federation was built for.
So let us go as the Federation to conquer in victory, because Message needs us for this  Battlefare war.
The Isotrain-Mechanism began firing, and Breast-plate Bearer was laughing as the missiles hit.
What’s so funny, Lady of the Night barked, Oh it is amusing the one who speaks would start conflict.
Message was on the ground, and used both her weapons to deadly effect.
Dragon-Man told Breastplate-Bearer to stay and fire, while the Federation went in the Paroah chariot.

The Paroah Chariot rumbled over the ground, hitting Diablo-Robots and rolling over their remains.
The battle was sometime fierce, and those who were dead had a better fate than those in pain.
Message was fighting alongside, and Dragon-Man used the Abyss Sword for deadly lightling.
The Diablo-Robots fell back terrified, because the blinding heat was so frightening.
Drozen cried out, Advance, but they stood by sullen, afraid of this fight.
Then stepping forward to speak and break the impasse was Lady of the Night.
I offer a solution for this impasse, because neither you nor us can win this toil
We will offer you Message for a Claimant joust, and the victor will gain all spoil.
Message said I volunteer on behalf of my people-nation, to save this planet I will be a  gladiator.
Because I left one planet that was destroyed, so this one I can be a savior.
Dragon-Man whispered, are you crazy, and Lady of the Night said Reinforcements are coming.
The Covenantial Project is leading them, but we need to stall for the time being.
This Claimant Joust will give us time, and Message can handle herself.
I just need my garment back, so I could disguise as a Diablo-Robot for stealth.

Message was on the Alieno-Machine, and Drozen said, Now we as brethren are united.
We should have a lover’s quarrel every now and then so that none of us are dead.
It is better to step forward in my presence, then hide forever in the shadows.
Message defiantly replied, I stay there because it is my position to continue battle.
Drozen said haughtily, Battle, how could you say such horrible things and who really sent ye?
Message banged on the door and yelled, I come as the Imperial Candidate to pass judgment to execute thee.
Drozen said, Fine, if that is what you wish, you can lose this Claimant Joust and be gone.
In the midst of it all Lady of the Night was watching in her garment, and wondered what the hell  was going on.

The Nova Knighthood Way went to the Logre Markets to make a Oediapin Barter.
Message said, I know the Language of Scimita, on our home planet we read Decipherment Charters.
I don’t know what that means but it is worth a shot, Dragon-Man said with a shrug.
Breastplate-Bearer said, We need Fathomless Fuel, Scythe-Daggers, and  Bridleless Stable-rugs
And where are we going to get the money for all these war instruments, Lady of the Night retorted.
Breastplate Bearer growled but Dragon-Man said, We just need their currency where is not important.
They saw at length a traveler with the Nourishless Caravans, and Dragon-Man hollered, Excuse me sir?
We need money in the form of Premo-catridge gems to go and get things from the barter.
The traveler spoke and Message said, You would have to give him something that we have.
Then he will show us the way to get to the Oedipin. barter by a path.
Dragon-Man said, I will give you this card, that was always precious to me.
It is a holographic license of my admittance to become a warrior attorney.
The man took the holographic license, muttered and pointed just beyond.
Dragon-Man pressed a button on his watch, and they left just as Scimita sun’s dawned.

In the distance the man arrived at a tent, and used a Archetype vessel to speak
The Legate, my lord, this man said, The Federation that you are hunting is here to seek.
Where are they headed, The Legate demanded, to the Logre Markets to get puny arms.
You are the Legate with all-Battlefare power, there is no need for alarm.
I will be there soon, and keep track of these Federation Knights carefully.
I don’t need more reinforcements of the Federation to arrive on this planet tree.
Don’t worry my lord, The Man said, I can track them with this holographic license
Their leader was foolish enough to give it to me without a fight, I can tap into its vibrance.
The Legate replied, Make sure that Drozen does not come, I deem this planet mine.
And if you betray me, I will feed you to the Acidic Flames for all time.

Dragon-Man and the Nova Knighthood Way was walking, and suddenly they saw an army.
Are they Friend or foe, Lady of the Night asked, Friendly foes, Message replied calmly.
Dragon-Man walked out and said, We come in peace and do not mean to disturb.
The leader of this army sneered unmoved, There is no commotion at all your weapons are superb.
You are outnumbered and outmanned, lay down all your war instruments.
Message yelled out, We are also out-womaned, and by whom you are sent
The leader took off his helmet, and Dragon-Man was shocked that it was Drent.
Recognize me? Drent snarled, in a voice more snively than usual.
Dragon-Man laughed and said, Well you were never the brightest but now you’re less beautiful.
Drent shouted, I had to come from the Great Beyond because while you left I was stuck in its malady.
So how fitting it is that now you are on a planet where the Isotrain Mechanism cannot beat the gravity.
Is this true, Message whispered to Dragon-Man, as he pressed a button on his wrist.
Dragon-Man whispered back, I don’t know but I don’t intend to die here like this.
When I was born I came out fighting, so now I know only one way to exit.
Drent screamed, You can all suffer for Dragon-Man’s transgressions and die on this planet!
Ready for war, Dragon-Man asked, Message said, He is not Drozen but he will do.
Breastplate-Bearer replied, Drent died in the Great Beyond, he can die on the Scimita planet too.

The height of the ledge granted miles of visibility, from which I perceived a landscape so barren that decay itself had littered the earth with writings of its famine.
Fixed overhead, the harsh sun exhausted every part of my being as my eyes pooled with gratitude—for I could not imagine the state of my vision had the ground been more solid and hoary.
Abandoning hope of amelioration, I watched as the stone below binged upon the light—reflecting only that which met it between guzzles.
From this binge, a subsequent purge of radiant heat ensued, seemingly serving as a form of remittance to the air through which the energy had initially been permitted to pass.
Tracing the cliff's face, the newly heated air rose in gusts to the point at which it met mine—further immersing me in a growing sum of vertigo.
Overwhelmed, I took a step back and—despite my efforts—still somehow managed to collide with everything existing outside of my posterior. The view of the desert displayed itself to me in full; I saw a place unapologetically indifferent to acknowledgement or understanding.
Haunted by permanence, the thought of the city struck me—and I became overwhelmed by the disparity; I felt myself choke on the recollection of its nourishless bounty—an ever-expanding sea of stimulation, perpetually begging for attention: damning us to be pruned by its abundance while starving in its own growth.
For centuries, a desire for more has given reason to manufacture new means for innovation; and in its wake, it has left nothingness itself—the true logical default—to now stand as one of the few remaining novelties.