Ivory flux

Ivory flux

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Out in the Furthest Reaches of Space, there Is a man with Cybernetic Implants, Half man, Half machine. His name is Ivory Flux. For years, he has sworn vengeance against the advanced alien race known as the Ayoni, Who had turned him into a Cyborg to use as a slave, and he has sworn revenge against them for what they did to him. Now, he has Joined an expedition to free the Planet Ancobrae from the Ayonian Empire, along with a Young pilot, a war Veteran, and a beautiful young woman. Will He suceed? or will he be taken by the forces and turned into just another tool in their arsenal?
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