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Spitnautical:
Five in proximity
A team of dark objects crawling in symphony
Entities seen clearly on scanner manages to the eyes to vanish,
In backdrop of infinity and hollow expansion
Looming presence who moves together in droves
Any second they could choose to pull the weapon and throw the lights on,
Advance to the side of our ride and slide with us tied or put five in our mind
Right now we fly blind, heat cant match the pursuers, so we have to maneuver past ‘em
No direction is safe, in space there’s no blockage,
They won’t stop, but I refuse to go backward
Just think, up or down we captured, left or right we just might be history after
[We] gotta split em up and slip through the fractures, slick, we dip out quick then flip the chapter
Finger pointing ain’t necessary, I get it, but they point way more than that,
and you should know blame’s pointless when we’re laying on our back with through-holes,
Spinning though the vast black vacuum twofold

Inflorescent:
Alright, whatever
What first we gotta do though is sever the cables set to maintain the connection,
Because that way the detector will lose track of the signal,
Then we find gaps for our craft to swing through

Spitnautical:
Ay you know how to kick it to full speed?

Inflorescent:
Yo believe me, I lived in ships since I was three feet
Layout ain’t weird; I could figure it out, but the way out ain’t clear; we need to figure the route
So first we need a lane to carry us while we move,
These ships ain’t equipped to do the jump to random areas
[But] two lanes are luckily nearby,
First doesn’t go fully inside but the other moves up and through the barrier...
To a broke down base --
A closed down rickety station made by a long gone faction set for observation
Beyond the confines where cops can chase us,
Plus it stares at the rock where our odyssey stops

Spitnautical:
Locate it

Inflorescent:
We gotta hit the gate and rip open space, then slip in the star system, we fix to stay
From iced nothing we move diligently forward, towards a warm trace

Spitnautical:
The crawling legion just switched the beacon
Light is screaming past my head and leaving my peripheral blind,
If they hit from behind then our voyage will die
Not a split of a chance that we dip with our lives, so avoid em and dive
Friction is imminent once they hit range to spit at us,
So mitigate the militants and get us to deliverance

Inflorescent:
Vision, littered with glimmering crafts, as their blasts whizz past us speed faster,
If we meet them hang left; change directions,
Circumvent their methods to get us enmeshed up,
Get swept into the net, instead, we jet through gaps in defense -- roll and soar,
Then flow in between the frames they leave open to doors
Leave em choked in the smoke in the back,
Leave the yoke in the past, coated in smoldering ash,
In the moment we both do the dash, pull through the full on attack,
Then stab towards the lane and set up to get goin in a flash,
Holdin’ to hope they won’t close in and hone in the zone we reside
We soon about to bolt cause we’re approaching the path,
Now we’re close up, so go up and grab the lever and press the pole to the dash

…

Inflorescent:
Steam dropping, clean exit, nailed it
We hopped and fleed them assailants,
But time is still of the essence, they could fly in any second
Our ruthless pursuers ain’t clueless to the routes that we’re taking

Spitnautical:
There’s two of em now that’s just sleuthing out the end of the gate,
And with the armor plating and tech weaponry that they’re boasting,
Best bet at fencing is next to nothing, we need a plan

Inflorescent:
Thankfully we’re outta of the way of major expansion,
So in a bid to stop littering, trash is sent from planets
It clashes all together in one major mess,
Next to the trajectory from the nearest gate I would guess

Spitnautical:
Shoot in, and lose the first two, then move along the side,
Of the group of huge rocks loosely coinciding,
Duck the phantom arm that follows close
They’re like ghosts, floating in and out of the scope,
Undetectable by conventional methods, silent like death is…
A foe just popped out and cut us off,
Closing right on our backs and they might be above

Inflorescent:
Well I will not be made caged today, [I’ll] aim the top of the ship at the hull,
And then throw them into some shit and then pull back,
Let them smack and then crash so they know we mean business
I refuse to follow history
I refuse to be deterred
Lead a craft into a piece of scrap,
I will stomp for freedom earned
All I see is space between these rocks,

Spitnautical:
Objects pop in view, we weave and dodge

Inflorescent:
Respect given to the individual instance of obstacles,
And they’d rather clobber through; a bomb in a maze,
For stomping, in the faces, of flaws and the fray

Spitnautical:
The arm of the body that harms and then blames --
Don’t bother, my arms clear blockage from the frame
Our vessel has potential to launder us; it can still wrestle us off from this
No split seconds for pondering, can’t squander this,
[We] Need to jet from this conference and get autonomous
… Aggressor just passed on the left and best bet’s the others are set to approach,
Roll and dip downwards ‘fore they spit rounds that’ll decimate and fry all the engines in our ride,
Carve the vessel past the ice and debris,
And the glistening comet-streak-littered cosmos between us and the star we seek,
And leave guards and alarms in the garbage heap behind us when we onward beyond their reach,
And rise up when we launch to a spot where we can lie up on a rock with some modest heat,
Become one-off anomalies and bring calm to a choppy sea,
But the method to the goal is evading all the weapons that are set to wet our domes
Need to get our footing by setting the ship to the direction of the zone,
And then to get to gripping and pushing and pressing on the pole