Baroness/Commander: Sierra

A 'bold' adaptation vignette of GI-Joe (comics) storyboards concerning 'incomplete-distances' to real Earth-world 'leviathan' rationale (for the Ego).

A fun Friday's Eve adaptation-fanfiction of offbeat GI-Joe (comics) storyboards, with a more 'metaphysical' edge for capitalism-race 'chess' ideations (for social consciousness). 

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The Earth-world teetered on the brink of piracy/terrorism intrigue-madness, and the vile Cobra-Commander sought special 'blood-diamond' eco-minerals mining/insurance corruption-veils infiltrations for rerouting treasure-circulation(s) mechanics for capitalism-race 'chess-stalemates' facilitating his own globe-grid power-pyramid shapes (of materialism 'shine').

Well, Cobra-Commander was joined by his Cobra organization counselor Baroness in a special Sierras retreat during which he'd disclose a rather unusual secret to her. All she knew was that the Commander, an underground machinations-master of profit-sector/chemistry intelligence was once simply a nobleman with ambitions of science whose horrid accident turned him into a malformed snake-like spore-covered 'leviathan-man' requiring mask/costume most of the time, and this angst he acquired fueled his 'other-worldly' ambition(s) for disastrous power-schemes, but what the Baroness (herself a 'shrewd' chess-calculator of Earth-world risk-schemes!) didn't know was that Cobra-Commander wasn't human at all to begin with, but a Venusian 'alien-visitor' with humanoid (once handsome!) appearance who then mutated into the masked 'ninja-terror' master of IQ that she came to know.

COMMANDER: Look at the Sierra mountains, Baroness; the 'environment' for chess!

BARONESS: I get this 'stranger' feeling from your words/voice you veil some evil(s).

COMMANDER: You know (much) about me, Baroness; but I've a Sierra-time secret!

BARONESS: What's this?

Yes, Cobra-Commander was once the noble scientist of New England (Mass.-IT), working on stoichiometry and optics of natural brain-neurotransmitters for great mentalism imagery-production therapy facilitating 'grand' self-healing mind-techniques for psychiatric dream-sleep writing, but his horrid chemistry-accident required him now to become a masked-man for his 'fueled' ambitions of the Ego. Now, this masked 'mystery-man' of the darker-world of wrought vanities of chess-IQ moved him to disclose his 'alien-origins' (Venusian) secret to his Cobra-organization counselor/ally, the Baroness.

COMMANDER: Here's joke; my 'revelation' inspires you to make Selfie-culture tale!

BARONESS: I'm ready (for secrets).

COMMANDER: I'm from Venus (alien)!

BARONESS: What's this?
COMMANDER: Not human, extra-human, once-humanoid; mutated (you know)!

BARONESS: I know your 'accident' for mask-requirement(s), but alien?

COMMANDER: Venusian, Baroness)!

BARONESS: This is 'really' fantastic, Cobra-Commander...I fail to note Realism now.

COMMANDER: Don't you recount your (own) pre-Baroness days of Earth-innocence?

BARONESS: I was once an aristocrat, before 'adopting' Anarchism as ideology.

COMMANDER: I know that...partly...so but you understand 'transformation' mind?

BARONESS: I suppose that's true (I remember my days praising Earth-photography).

Cobra-Commander explicated on how he 'moved' from Venus, where he was a lone-living sorcerer and then became that nobleman-scientist (Amlan Satan), a 'dashing' humanoid, who'd then become disfigured by that accident Baroness knew. He explained that this angst fueled his ambitions, which she also (well) understood, but then he continued to reveal that as a Venusian with 'alien' mentalism, he didn't mind exploring the alternate-forms of consciousness for intelligence/intuition(s), and that his Venusian self-esteem moved him to think much (more) liberally about a very 'dark' form of lifestyle --- cannibalism/piracy.

BARONESS: I always joked pirates may be cannibalistic, Commander.

COMMANDER: Don't joke (with me); my pirate-sensibility is also 'alien' and ravenous.

BARONESS: Venusians are blood-mindful, eh?

COMMANDER: You'll believe (about me) what's necessary for our Cobra-pact, lady!

BARONESS: There's a certain 'mystery' to that planet (Venus), I can concede, pal.

COMMANDER: Consider then why an alien-origin (Venus) prompts 'other' acuity.

BARONESS: Weird (for photo-synthesis).

When the Commander/Baroness (both) returned from their meditations in the Sierras (America), Cobra-Commander bought his counselor-ally lady-friend a special work on cannibalism 'imagery' for consciousness, continuing to entreat her as his 'confidante' for alien-mentalism, and she (meanwhile) ironically started to think of her long-time terror-accomplice as (suddenly) a 'stranger character' in this inventions-rich Earth-world of those pesky 'incomplete-distances' to Ego-materialism readings (for fortune's bureaucracy).

COMMANDER: Keep my 'revelation' (claim) a secret (for us), Baroness (ok?).

BARONESS: Fine, Commander.

COMMANDER: What's with your skepticism, Baroness (now)?

BARONESS: I take 'alternate' consciousness claims quite seriously, Commander.

COMMANDER: Fine; we'll make for some future-time 'art(s)' for Earth's adventure!

BARONESS: Cool (perhaps for social media 'bread').

COMMANDER: Oh, good (for art(s)).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson).

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)