ENDRALON.SPACE · ČLÁNEK
6. 7. 2026
XII MAHAMMUFLAYTRA
The reason why MahammuFlaytra's death hit FX6FEE so hard was because he was one of the summoned who guarded the balance above the top of Aktamo temple, where the tip penetrated into the dimension of Moshquenseer, which, though sealed, had to be kept under surveillance at all times. And it was all surveillance, tabulation, it was an overview of everything and at all times.
This was the true reason for the existence of The FORAE Nastreenfaat1589XCaemino in Zhenshusheyhoolia. MahammuFlaytra noticed that something was wrong. The data he was entering into the spreadsheets was disturbing. But he didn't know what to attribute it to. He had even consulted with The Ficanian Psychics, but they were silent and said nothing. He wouldn't have been surprised if he'd asked about something really unimportant, but here he couldn't believe it. He stood there like a troll, and The Ficanian Psychics were silent.
He didn't know that the reason they were silent was because he was about to be killed, and therefore it was completely irrelevant whether he got an answer or not. If he were to continue living, he would learn that the dimension of Moshquenseer is opening up because it wants to expel the disease from its center. It is the healing process of every dimension. It wants to expel the unnecessary, the corrupt, and normally it would do it differently.
It would simply push the disease into the new dimension it would create. But The NADAPLEB VER STEMHABA made another of it´s colossal mistakes out of ignorance. It simply sealed it all up, sealed it off, and left a single point, the weak point, protruding above Aktamo Temple for observation purposes. MahammuFlaytra was therefore not only important for the planet FX6FEE, but unfortunately also for the whole of Moushramee and Torovan in general.
He was sitting at his desk in his office, staring at the homer. "How could I have been such a beautiful child," he thought. Now he looked at his wrinkled face. His sunken, tired, and sickly eyes were hidden behind dark, round, spiked glasses, and his hand played with the long hair that adorned the back of his balding head. He was interrupted from his reverie by the hokenshir.
"Sorry to interrupt, sir!" "What is it, Mahan?" said MahammuFlaytra. "We got a report." He reached across the desk with the paper. "ZhaBeyMeem has reported the appearance of the Bacish thracs at Aktamo temple, sir." "Yes, yes." Mahan continued to stand and wait. MahammuFlaytra was looking at the homer. He saw his own old haggard face again.
In his thoughts, for a brief moment, he found himself in his mother's arms, feeling her love, smelling her scent, smelling her breasts, smelling the scent of the Chasemebasee. He saw her bending over him. He saw her changing her clothes and combing her hair as the evening wore on. He saw her arguing with his father about his future development, standing up for his fragile soul.
He always found her understanding. He smiled. "You can leav-," he didn't finish. A bullet ripped through his chest, shattering the window behind him. Mahan stood transfixed and than he radioed in: "They shot - they shot - Ma - Mahammu - Flaytra." And he swallowed. He stood there, looking at him, and suddenly he was gone. He had no idea what had happened.
More hokenshires came rushing into the office. "Hands up!" "What? I didn't do anything!" They fired a high pressure rod at him. Mahan ducked and hid behind the table. Meanwhile, outside, ZhaBeyMeem threw on his backpack, grabbed the highpressure rod, slung the fusion tekhocot over his shoulders, and with a roar all his own, set off after MahammuFlaytra.
Hokenshires were running out of the building. "What? What's the rush?" ZhaBeyMeem thought to himself as he heard the gunshots. On his way to the headman's office, he found a couple of hokenshires shot. He passed Mahan on the way. The latter had squeezed through so closely that he thought ZhaBeyMeem must have seen him.
He didn't understand why it had backfired on him. When he got out, all of a sudden MahammuFlaytra landed on the chair next to him. "Shmurzaa!" Mahan shouted. "Whaaat the fuck!" Mahan looked up. He saw flashes of the fusion tekhocot, and quickly ducked under a protrusion. MahammuFlaytra lay broken on the pavement, ZhaBeyMeem looking down on him. When the flashes of the fusion tekhocot disappeared, Mahan walked over to MahammuFlaytra and took the spreadsheets from his pocket. He needs to find out what happened.
And so it happened that the only one who had an overview of the events of Moshquenseer dimension from that moment on was Mahan. He hurriedly shed his hokenshir uniform and quickly disappeared into the rail lines Shmatranam. On The FORAE Nastreenfaat1589XCaemino in Zhenshusheyhoolia it was boiling, even throbbing.
