~~YARN'S VERSION OF EVENTS~~
You may be wondering by now if I purposely serve foul beverages and moldy biscuits on crass china to my guests in order to hasten their departure from my ship. You may be right, as old habits die hard.
But your main concern, at this point, probably centers on the topic at hand: Was Mrs. Able Mabel Jesset able to successfully un-shrink the Klesian population and live to tell about it?
Well, Mrs. Jesset unfolded her larger than life legs from the shuttle. With all the grace of a colossal Firithian, Able Mabel trudged towards the lab and the Al203 Telescope.
We can only hope that along her journey, she didn't squash any tiny people. Perhaps we should have mentioned to the Firithian that she announce her intentions and allow any small people to run for shelter.
Regardless, she crashed through Dr. Yangsley and Mr. Seebot's laboratory, similar in appearance to the comical scene of a bull in a china shop. In other words, things got broken.
Beakers crashed to the floor and test tubes smashed against tables. The tables were also thrown to the side; such was Mabel's gracefulness in Firithian form.
However, when Mrs. Jesset made it to the Al203 Telescope room, the uncivilized scene turned into a beautiful symphony. She unfurled her graceful tentacles one by one and each tentacle worked in tandem to type Enot's commands.
For those of you who are excited and interested in the technical aspect of the reprogramming of the Al203 Telescope, your time has come. Otherwise, you may want to skip ahead.
First, she had to turn the thing on, which was one of the reasons we had to send someone in person to do the job. It would have been easy to simply beam the information to the input/output receptors and reprogram the telescope from the safety of Leon. But alas, the telescope had shifted after it aligned with the telescope on the main planet, disabling any wireless communications.
Thankfully, from Yangsley's lab, Mrs. Jesset could also communicate her commands to the twin telescope on the main planet. She swished a tentacle and the airboard instantly appeared. Each of her faux arms wriggled obscenely as they entered the commands, furiously telling the Al203 Telescopes how to obey.
There appears to have been a recurring theme throughout our tale, of badly behaved twins; Lucas and link and the twin Al203 Telescopes have caused their fair share of trauma and drama. If by chance, you are a Simbiot or a twin…or a telescope…take no offense. I am certain you would not team up with your twin to bully kids or shrink an entire population.
Mrs. Jesset paused before her last command was entered. She was to tell the telescopes to align perfectly; lens to lens. This was her big moment. She typed the command and then withdrew her tentacles. Only her giant clumsy hands remained. Mrs. Jesset decided that pressing the final key, the enter key, would fall to her very own index finger.
She took a deep breath, and pressed it. The ground shook when the telescope realigned; creaking and groaning as the humungous lens moved into place. On the main planet, similar sounds were heard as the opposite telescope shifted as commanded too.
Mrs. Jesset covered her eyes as a bright white flash of light shot out of the airboard, blinding her. An earsplitting screech sounded as parts collided and gears shifted into place.
The entire planet was blasted with the reflections of the lenses. The lights and the sounds were so devastating; Mrs. Jesset passed out and fell to the floor.
Staring out of Leon's viewport, the flash of light was so intense; it appeared to be a colossal explosion. Our worst fears had come true. We stood there, stunned for next few seconds, waiting to see if we had indeed caused the destruction of Klesia and Klesia Moon Prime.
Those were the worst few seconds of our lives.
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