Harem Assassins : King Sekton's Harem Planet, Book 2: A Space Opera Harem Adventure by Baron Sord (top inspirational books .txt) 📗

“Of course,” I snorted. Sounded like propaganda film to me. “How are the special effects in your movies? I mean mythies?”

Their expressions said nobody knew what I meant.

I said, “It’s when you use optical tricks, models, miniatures, or computer-generated images in the film, I mean video, so it looks like miraculous things happen in the movie. I mean mythie.”

“The king just uses his ring for the miracles,” said one Shock Knight.

“Of course he does,” I chuckled. “Maybe when we have time, we can make our own movie. I mean mythie. You ladies can be my cast. Or heck, we could just record whatever happens tonight in the jungle. Knowing this place, I’m sure we’ll end up with an action-packed blockbuster before the night is over.”

“Blockbuster?” someone asked.

“The best mythie ever,” I grinned. “Something involving Terrorsaurs, I’m thinking. Maybe we’ll get Titano to do a cameo. We’ll call it Zalaxian Park.” I was thinking of Jurassic Park because of Zalaxia’s ample supply of dinosaurs. “It’ll be the biggest hit in the universe this year.” I was standing next to Syx and turned to her to say, “What do you think about starring in Zalaxian Park with me? You can be the leading lady.”

“No thanks,” Syx said blandly.

“Why not?” I asked.

Syx said. “I hate mythies. I’d rather read.”

“How come? What’s wrong with mythies? Some of the ones where I’m from are really good. Timeless classics.”

“Do they have red-skinned Devilkin like me where you’re from?”

“No,” I chuckled. “What does that have to do with you being the leading lady in a mythie?”

“You really don’t know?” Syx asked evenly.

“No,” I said sincerely.

Syx snorted.

A Shock Knight said respectfully, “In our mythies, Devilkin like her always play villainesses, my king.”

“Oh.”

“Now you know why I read,” Syx said, her face visible in my comms window. She was hiking her eyebrows and smirking sourly.

“I get it,” I said regrettably. “Here’s an idea, Corporal. Maybe we can shift the cultural conversation on Zalaxia by having you star as the first Devilkin leading lady, and I, the king, will rescue you from a bunch of insane Conks driven mad by a space virus that eats the brains of every Conk on the planet. Corporal Syx, you’ll be the leader of the Xenos — immune to the virus for some reason or another — struggling to survive and helping keep the other Xenos safe from Conk zombies.”

“Sounds like real life,” Syx tittered.

I laughed. “As soon as I have time, I’ll start working on the script. Since you like reading so much, maybe you can help me write it.”

“Not that much,” Syx smirked.

“I’ll help,” said one of my Shock Knights enthusiastically.

“I will too,” said another. “Can I play the lead Conk villainess?”

“No, I want to!” said a third.

Chuckling, I said, “You all can. The more the merrier.”

“I’ll do it,” said a fourth.

Captain Theia said with amusement, “Easy, ladies. We’re not out here to make a mythie. Not tonight. Isn’t that right, my king?”

“You’re right,” I sighed. My imagination was already running wild with ideas for my own hot babe movie studio. Think of the epic action flicks we could film when I had the ability to bankroll my wildest dreams. “We can worry about auditions later. Or maybe Corporal Syx here can help me think of a cool villainess team-up for whoever’s interested.”

Syx said with insincere enthusiasm, “Or you could come up with it by yourself.”

“I’ll tell you what,” I smirked. “I’ll write the first draft, but I’ll expect you to read it and give me feedback.”

“Is that a direct order?” Syx cringed.

“Unless you’re volunteering?” I said with a hopeful smile.

Syx responded with a disgusted eye roll.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I chuckled.

“If you must,” she groaned. “Is this why you brought me out here? To make me proofread your mythie script?”

“No, I still need you to be my guide.”

“Guide where?” she said impatiently.

“I’ll tell you when we’re in the air,” I said. “Let’s go, everybody!”

At that point, I lit up my power armor thrusters and lifted off the landing deck. My armored entourage followed me flying into the purple night sky. To nobody’s surprise, my comment about tonight being a blockbuster would turn out to be startlingly accurate and painfully prophetic.

—: Chapter 98 :—

“Boss!” blurted Kroach, the bloated Gluglon communications man on Hade’s warship. “Boss! A new message from the spy!”

“WHAT?!” Hade bellowed.

“The king is—”

“HE IS NOT THE KING!”

Kroach cringed fearfully before saying, “He just went outside!”

“I DON’T CARE WHERE HE WENT!”

For the past several hours, Hade had been a fuming furnace of cybernetic fury. No matter what he did, that pathetic pretender to the Zalaxian throne — that acting king — had managed to outmaneuver Hade’s attacks and thwart him at every turn. The anger in Hade’s voice went viral, detonating his Killhounds, causing them to jump to their feet and unleash yet another torrential storm of vicious barking accompanied by the rabid gnashing of their mechanical jaws and tungsten-tipped teeth. Feeding off Hade’s rage, they lunged repeatedly at Kroach, trying to bite off his slimy demon-toad face.

Kroach recoiled in horror.

“SILENCE!” Hade shouted at his Killhounds, yanking on their spiked chains until they settled onto their robotic haunches.

Wincing, Kroach said, “Boss, he’s heading into the jungle with only his personal bodyguard! He’s not in a rig! None of them are! It’s just him and a small platoon of Shock Knights in power armor carrying ABR-17’s! They’re all alone out there and they’re practically defenseless!”

Hade processed Kroach’s words through a variety of artificial neural networks before saying, “How small is this platoon of his?”

“Fifty or so.”

“That’s it? Fifty?”

“That’s it,” Kroach gurgled excitedly.

“Fool,” Hade snorted derisively.

“Who, me?”

“No, you fool! The pretender!”

“Girgit,” Kroach cringed quietly and his bulbous toad eyes blinked nervously.

Hade said, “Are they heading anywhere near the crash site of our scout ship?” Hade was referring to the pirate scout that had been shot down four days earlier, when Tim Pittwell, the Bombshells, and the Artemis had unfolded into the Zalaxian Solar System