Starfighter Ultimatum: Part 1

A Story by Abishai100

When human descendants of Earth, settled in a faraway planet (Xylo), are threatened by the menacing Empire, a quartet of starfighters make defiance-stance for know.

My outer-space fantasy-adventure trilogy for Sunday-'26. Thanks for reading (stay safe/warm),

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AMLAN: Our space-fight force of teamwork is needed now to defy this Empire.

MARCUS: The monarch and alien-queen have made for outer-space Hell, pals.

EZZY: We challenge the Empire with our brand of laser-jets to make vertigo, ok?

DANICA: We'll encircle the main-vessel of the Empire hovering of Planet Xylo.

AMLAN: For the memoirs of old-Earth democracy, we human fighters are cool, ha.

MARCUS: Facebook-like!

The quartet of space-adventurist heroes and jet-fighters of great acumen/skill/valor, Amlan and Marcus and Ezzy and Danica, full understood the requirement(s) of starfighter-ultimatum to defy and challenge the presence of the ominous and overbearing fascist 'face' of the Empire. The Empire was ruled by the calculating antisocial nihilist cloaked and masked and garbed deformed king Endymion and his ruthless alien eerie queen Dartmouth; and together, they made their presence above democracy-'rich' Planet Xylo (settled by descendants of old-Earth!) something of a real deep dark jellyfish image and no-small illusion (damn).

ENDYMION: We hover above Xylo until the inhabitants/descendants lose patience.

DARTMOUTH: Sure, King.

ENDYMION: Queen, let's see if these Xylo-folks have the gum to make cool game.

DARTMOUTH: Sure, King.

ENDYMION: When the starfighters surface/near, our space-drones give Hell, ha.

DARTMOUTH: Absolute power requires an absolute coldness for this type of game.

ENDYMION: Facebook-like.

Of course Xylo's starfighter-quartet of heroes (Amlan and Marcus and Ezzy and Danica) knew they'd have to train eyes/arms/minds for laser-use confidence smiles pre-flight to soar around the Empire's ominous (and overbearing!) vessel simply idling/sitting above Xylo's atmosphere in outer-space. The quartet would have to target and choreograph and focus their jet-laser fire to deal with Endymion and Dartmouth's space-drones flying and (concordantly) find weak-spots in the mother-vessel to shoo it away with death-fire field goals (ok). The game was beginning for Xylo-humans and the machinery-loving Empire's rulers.

TO BE CONTINUED...