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On leave from a mission completed, Rhodhe Pholonesia with OrganiCycle NovaNectar was on her way to a relaxing state, when in-route she passed by an outpost of a star system and received a distress signal, much to her grief.  Unfortunately, she was the only one able to respond in a millennium of law.
 
Planet GhostGrease had large catacombed cities, like hives elongated they ruminated upon the source.  Venturing forth into the canals, they had to separate to distinguish the origin of the alarm.  As evidence of harm ad been caustic in casual events, carcasses littered the dried lakes and cluttered the terminal tomb, until once decided to use their life-locators separately, rebounding borders of their own frames fooled them.  Rhodhe use her tools, while NovaNectar had spectacular spores drifting through the various portals.
 
While Rhodhe stumbled upon a bloated unbenign bargain of proof, paralyzing her with ruthless ugliness that bordered on dimensional abhorrence, she was given a choice o infuse with probing fantasies from alien constructs beyond her categorical box.
 
Meanwhile, NovaNectar didn't have a chance to savor any such encounter, moving through the various dimensional leads, got bored, and tried to contact its master.  Receiving no response, which is nonlogical law #1, set due force and used all physiognomic models to extrapolate any creature that could dare to venture in this morbid city-state and IndoPsyIonic induction plastered the traffic straight to the prison the feature fixed upon Rhodhe.
 
The alien leech had been responsible for many of the cosmological gears grinding to an abnormal halt.  By the same shift, a gestalt twist, the tweaked carapace infrared sword was delivered to the vehicle of NovaNectar that relished inside the sparkling energies and immediately slew the alien criminal.
 
Having suffered sufficient dematerialization of organized intelligent patterns of purpose, the alien still had surplus straps of biological masse, even radioactive.  Needing to take some evidence away, Rhodhe grappled the gelatinous glue and put it in the cargo hold.
 
While perimeter beacons were placed to act as a blockade, and traveling back in untroubled angles, the glue managed to exacerbate polarity, and attacked the core in NovaNectar.  Having invested much time in the priming of this companion, it was a hard decision to jettison the central mind of the beloved NovaNectar; she would be blind in deep space without the instruments and augmented intelligence to interpret the data.  Not wanting to die alone, she once again understood a distress call from on certain to fall in the gravity well and be crushed all in all.
 
Using all her calibrative queues and heroine hammer, punched the throttle to DYR.