Tragected

Tragected.

Leveled off, tried and trued and muted.
Rifled muzzle, smooth bore approach was too eratic.
Indexed meter, the inventory is all accounted.
Sleeper cells, make ready their devices.
Trapped in a bag, the shell does not evolve proportionately.
On the shiny Steel lab table, fluid of worry pools arrogantly.
There has been a fatal crash, ground the Fleet and clip your wings.