Saturn Yields More Secrets in his restless calcination and sublimation to Jupiter through the bitter and long woe of eventual defeat.
Ikipr sits in the Silver Twilight Lodge, it's on a deck overlooking the haunted woods. Illumined by mysterious silvery water lights, it sits in the sky like a mechanical sun or lighthouse on the edge of OSK. He sips a cup of Nectar from a Kerubic Leonine Angel in service to the High Priestess. Looks down at his remote terminal. "8:11 AM. Brantley should be here by now..." he thinks dragging one of his synthetic toad skin smokes. As if from Shadows a young Brantley emerges, sitting quietly at the table smiling. Ikipr blinks, blank faced and hollow stare. He travels the way of less than nothing but is only here because OSK has allowed it. Hacking the Temples can land you in worse spots than cockroaches trembling under the foot of .God
"We saw the handy work your boys did in transfiguring Broken glow. Nice job. Clean shift out of state." the Ikipr explains in a slow, dreary tone.
"We accelerate the neural synapses patterns past ultra-violet, gamma bandwidths, but it has some collateral damage on the cohesive structure of the unit." Brantley sounds and awful lot like B. "Did you get the data you requested concerning the beast running a foul in the scrapyards?"
"Yes, Z. has looked over the material and assured me he will be taken care of. Now what's this I hear about Rodent Industries and the Black, Haunted Woods? There's nothing there but the Owl King with sharpened rapier hunting sickly wolves for his amusement and the bloodlust and depravity at Asmodeus manor." Ikipr looks down, avoiding eye contact. "Pure fucking violence." iterates Brantley. Across the table, Ikipr reaches in a brown conceptacle and slides a Blue and Silver vial across the table. "This is the antidote to the samples of Red algae we managed to scrape off the the exploded craniums of those kids rushing on Bhang in the Tunnels. Dharma Cleanup crews gathered the samples and shipped them to the Neo-D labs in nano-silver, self-sterilizing containers. We'll have neutralized the sub-microscopic variable of this program by next Thursday." He continues, in a grey and unyielding tone.The vial glows in Brantley's hand. "We know some of your bi-location residue has been hijacked by the Black Sun(mother)ship. These feeds should be freed up when we burn these Mi-go fuckers out of the sky and back down to hollow earth." A Candle whisp fades in the windows, smoke trail drifting upwards.
"They lay in ruin at the feet of The Collector." Brantley laughs with a dry, drawn out cackle. "There is no going back once Neo-D issues the commands for the war-droids to deploy from their Geburah Station." The shrill sound of cold blue metallic angel cicadas fills the aire outside. Piercing pitch penetrating all-space. They share a mutual grin, half-sinister and twisted. "We are always righteous and merciful, clean and efficient. Continue taking measure of the situation; time will see to it our victory is ensured."
The lamp light shifts, elongated at a forty-five degree angle. "Ghost Light is here."
In the labs below, Z. smiles, holding a mask in front of his face. "Get the fuck out!" he hisses.
Johnny Rush wakes up in a fevered sweat. "What a crazy fucking dream." he thinks.
