“Did you hear the loud banging last night?”
“It came from Sierra. They were attacked by a Draconian species onboard 3I Atlas.”
“Well, that’s only one part of the story. The other bang that followed up shortly thereafter came from the back of the moon. The new EMP weapons that were delivered from Epsilon Boötes had a quantum charger attached to the main trigger. When those gofers opened the cases to check the delivery, it exploded right in their noses.”
“Hahahahaha …. These Lunar peeps will never get it. They thought picking up the waves from Saturn and beaming them onto Earth was a walk in the park. I’m delighted to know that’s not the case, although they have a new commander.”
“Mark, do we have detailed intel on 3I Atlas?”
“The spaceship is packed with Reptile and Draconian hybrids, mostly inactive. They are getting closer to Earth, waiting for further instructions from the Black Eye.”
“Sir, I talked to Blendar and offered our backup. The frequency weapons deployed on Sierra only hit the outskirts; no major damage was recorded. We informed the Lyrans about the attack, but they already knew what had happened. They are ready to fight the Draconians before they can mess with the Starseed colonies on Earth.”
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“Are the reptos still driving those food trucks into the underground cities?”
“Yeah. We’re surveilling them. They use the same routes and entry points. It’s the cracks in those gorgeous mountains.”
“Have you heard the latest? Sierra was hit. No damages, just a minuscule explosion. The Greys have joined forces with our alliance after Draco kicked them out. All we have to do is connect with the humans who can hold the higher frequencies that are hitting Earth. They are exquisite grid workers, and we need them to stabilize the planet for the incoming solar codes.”
Two Lyrans accompanied by a group of Felines approached the Insectoids, keeping an eye on the area.
“Hey, mustache champs? How’s the hopping doing?”
“Yeah, very funny blue furry cats …”
After a good laugh and a warm hug between the two Lyrans and the chief of the Insectoids, the two groups united and formed a circle.
“We’ve got a heavy load of Dracos coming in,” said one of the Lyrans.
“How many do you reckon, Davenpur?” asked the chief Insectoid.
“Hard to tell as the ship can carry artificial seeds too. They’re mostly hybrids, though. Currently inactive.”
“The Arcturians and our brothers from Sirius B are messing with their signals to send them on a detour and gain time for us. Orion has its teams ready, too,” added the second Lyran.
“Guys, I’ve fought in a lot of frequency wars across various galaxies and dimensions, but this one is something else,” said the Insectoid with a severe tone, and the circle went quiet.
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“How can this species be so dumb-down, lazy, and clueless at the same time?” murmured a little Maybug while preparing its territory under a walnut tree for the winter.
“Darling, not all of them are human. Look closer at the flickering in their eyes. Some of them are simple computer programs, holograms encoded into the third-dimensional realm to add more juice to the game,” answered the wasp from the neighborhood.
“Do you really expect these suckers to learn how to manipulate energy and reconnect with their eternal flame?” went on the Maybug, halting and looking into the wasp’s eyes.
“My friend, the real humans will remember. The rest will dissolve and become part of the ether, or give rise to a new game. Let’s continue to keep our signals strong as we agreed upon,” replied the wasp calmly.
“You and your evergreen signals. I wish I had your patience. I’ve been on this planet for billions of years, but this time I’m volunteering for the other timelines. I’m done with the artificial one addicted to infinity loops and going nowhere.”
💎💎💎 Krisz Rokk 💎💎💎
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