Harem Assassins : King Sekton's Harem Planet, Book 2: A Space Opera Harem Adventure by Baron Sord (mobi ebook reader .TXT) 📕

“Already did, my king. I also notified Royal Air Guard Command. You’re cleared to land anywhere on the planet. Ursa out.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be landing at the outpost,” I said with a grin. “See you in a few. Crown out.”

When the Dragonwing started to hit light turbulence at the edges of the atmosphere, I said over my shoulder, “How about I handle reentry, Lieutenant?”

“Maybe I should do that, my king,” Mira giggled uncertainly.

“Okay. Sure. It’s not just my life on the line. Yours is too. Go for it.”

Mira eased us into the atmosphere smoothly and expertly. Once we were back in the lavender skies over the Zalaxian jungle, I practiced flying the TX-37’s jet configuration through a series of basic maneuvers until I gained increasing confidence and a sense of the Dragonwing’s responsiveness. For this process I didn’t use my ring’s POSITION vector G-compensation. I needed to feel the plane move through the air. I wanted that visceral, kinesthetic feedback. I did not want to feel like I was back home in my gaming rig playing X-Plane. And I didn’t want to make Mira sick.

No surprise, the Dragonwing was incredibly agile.

Too agile.

It could throw me around much harder than I could handle, and that was including if I used “hick” breathing to stave off G-LOC. Good thing Mira was here. She could easily handle more G’s than I could when I wasn’t “cheating” with my rings.

That gave me an idea.

No reason to risk blacking out if I didn’t have to.

I created another automated process with my rings, and saved it to my Process Library as G-Comp, short for Gravity Compensation.

When activated, it automatically counteracted acceleration forces with an opposing POSITION vector equal to the cube root of whatever G-loads I was experiencing.

8 G’s only felt like 2 G’s.

27 G’s only felt like 3 G’s.

Remember, we were not talking about using my ring’s POSITION vector to accelerate every atom in my body uniformly, which didn’t create any G-load on my body. The purpose of G-Comp was to allow me to fly a Dragonfire — or this Dragonwing — same as any other pilot, while allowing me to endure the G-forces transferred through my body more easily.

Actually programming the process took a fair bit of tweaking. I had to finagle my ring’s PATTERN, POSITION, and SAVE functions to create opposing vectors while I performed various maneuvers in the Dragonwing. Compensating for linear acceleration was easy. Compensating for curvilinear and radial acceleration was a challenge because I had to imagine curved and circular POSITION vectors that fairly-exactly matched whatever basic maneuver I was doing. Once you started combining everything into aerial acrobatics, things got crazy.

But I avoided all that by systematically and rigorously programming G-Comp in separate stages. I isolated yaw, pitch, and roll as separate parameters and trained the ring that way.

“My king?” Mira asked partway into my programming process.

“Yeah?”

“What exactly are you doing?”

“I’m chuh— I’m calibrating,” I snickered.

“Am I missing something?” she wondered.

“Nope,” I grinned because I’d almost said cheating.

Once I got G-Comp locked in, I started hotdogging around the peaks and valleys of the Zalaxian jungle at an altitude of 1,000 meters. Nothing compared to a low-altitude canyon run worthy of posting on YouTube back home, but I didn’t want to push it yet. Mountains and hillsides were very unforgiving at 500 knots. What I did do was try every acrobatic maneuver I could think of.

Inside and outside loops.

Barrel Rolls.

Stall turns.

Immelmans.

Split S turns.

Cuban 8’s.

You name it, I did it.

If you don’t know what any of those acrobatic moves look like, just imagine a scene from the original Top Gun and you’re in the pilot seat “Yee-hawing!” like you’re Maverick and in the back seat is a hot blonde babe named Mira — waaaay hotter than Kelly McGillis — and Mira’s call sign isn’t Goose, it’s Juice — you can figure out what kind — and she and her juices are waiting to have sex with you whenever you give her the go sign.

Back to flying.

Mira gave me plenty of tips that I did my best to incorporate. Eventually, I did a few canyon runs. I stuck to wider canyons. Nothing too dangerous. But I flew fairly low — for me — down at 200 or 300 meters, and going no faster than 400 knots. Nothing for a trained pilot, advanced for me. I did pretty good for my first day. And let me tell you, there was nothing like bombing through a Zalaxian jungle canyon in a YX-37 Dragonfire.

“That’ll get the juices flowing,” I chuckled after successfully pulling out of another tight-squeeze of a canyon run.

“I’ll say,” Mira purred flirtatiously. The sound of her voice indicated that pulling out was the last thing she wanted and her juices were flowing just fine. “You learn fast, my king.”

“I’ve had a lot a simulator practice back home. Blame X-Plane,” I chuckled.

“Is that anything like X-Drive?” She was referring to Fold Drive like Cygna had showed me back on the Artemis.

“Not even close,” I chuckled.

“You’ll have to show me some time,” Mira flirted.

“Trust me, this is better.” I twisted in my seat to smile over my shoulder. “Flight simulators back home don’t come with…” I stopped myself from saying hot blonde instructors.

“Don’t come with what?”

“With you,” I grinned.

“We’ll have to change that,” she winked.

“Change it how?”

“If you like, I would be more than happy to come with you every time you fly.”

“Likewise,” I laughed and turned my attention back to forward.

During our flight back to the outpost, I saw a huge silvery disc shimmering in the distance. It sat on top of a tall jungle plateau only a few kilometers from the outpost buildings.

“Any idea what that is?” I asked. “Wait. Is that the rectenna, I mean the Collection Disc—” that was what Cygna had called it when she’d told me about it back on the Artemis “—for your Satellite Based Solar Power system?”

“Yes it is,” Mira said.

“Fantastic. Mind if we take a look?”

“Not at all, my king.”

From the air, the