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

“Only on patrol,” Syx said.

“How does that work?”

“If we’re out on patrol for a long time and need a snack. Something like that.”

“Okay. Since we don’t need fresh meat, I’m taking Titano out of here so he can roam elsewhere.”

Using my ring, I vector Titano the Dinosaur Blimp into the air. I also applied vectors along his tail and centered on his skull so neither drooped. With his mass now 27 times lighter than before, he was easy to lift. With my ring full of energy, carrying him away a reasonable distance from the outpost was doable. Lastly, I vectored myself up until I was standing on Titano’s head.

“What are you doing, my king?” someone asked with a laugh.

“I’m going to surf Titano away from the outpost.”

“Surf? What’s surf, my king?”

“This,” I chuckled and applied a forward POSITION vector to Titano. The two of us went drifting slowly away from the outpost. Titano’s big back legs hovered only meters above the purple jungle canopy. I knew this was a terrible example of actual surfing, but it hardly mattered because the guardswomen laughed in amusement.

“Leave it to the king,” someone snorted.

“You mean the king of beasts,” another laughed.

“Pretty much,” I snickered.

Captain Theia and her Shock Knights took to the air, hovering above and behind my position on Titano’s head. I made sure my SLEEPY TIME process was running to keep Titano mellow. It was.

Once he and I started moving, Theia and the Shock Knights followed along. Air Guard followed too, transforming from mech mode back into sleek fighter jets that did indeed have VTOL capabilities. They hovered alongside like an escort squadron. Whenever this day was over, I was going to insist I get trained on how to pilot an Air Guard mech, an experience that had shot to the top of my bucket list. Heck, it had never been on my bucket list until I came to Zalaxia. Yet another dream come true, courtesy of Oia, Venus, Cygna, and begrudgingly Sirius, the Queen of Bad Attitude.

Who was I kidding?

I’d be dead if Sirius hadn’t saved my ass while fighting the recently deceased and former King Sekton Darkstar. I owed every bit of my new life to her as much as the other three Bombshells. I was one lucky man. Once I got back to the outpost, I would tell the four of them exactly that. Assuming they were awake and not drugged out on sedatives.

But I had to get rid of Titano first.

Thanks to continuous but gentle acceleration, it wasn’t long until me and my dinosaur blimp were whisking along at 70 or 80 kph. The wind resistance was substantial, but I counteracted it with my own opposing POSITION vectors, one centered on me, a bigger one on Titano. I was happy to report my HUD’s fuel gauge was up for the task. I piloted Titano away from the outpost for a good hour or more before easing him down in a random jungle clearing.

Using my power armor’s thrusters, I hovered over Titano and stopped SLEEPY TIME. I waited to see what he would do, or if anything might attack him while he was still drowsy. Didn’t want that. More and more, I was starting to think attacking the outpost hadn’t been his idea. He’d been prodded into it by that emotional agitator somehow. He wasn’t to blame. How he had found and targeted the outpost was another puzzle I had yet to solve.

Eventually, Titano stood up and looked around, blinking and sniffing the air. When it seemed like all was quiet, he took several tentative steps, looking more and more awake and back to normal. At that point, I left him to his own devices and flew sedately back toward the outpost, followed by my spherical phalanx of Shock Knights and Air Guard.

What a crazy morning this had been. The craziest part wasn’t even Titano. It was his cyborg spine. The real question was who exactly had installed it, and what did they have in store for me next? As I mentioned before, Occam’s Razor suggested it was probably Crewd, or someone working for Crewd, but I needed better intel than that if I was going to mount an effective defense against future attacks.

Whoever was responsible, I thought grimly, welcome to Zalaxia, where every man in the universe wants a piece of the king — yours truly.

—: Chapter 26 :—

“USELESS!” raged Hade, the red-armored centaur cybernoid.

His anger thundered inside the dark, grimy and dim bridge of his massive Nova Class pirate warship. The bridge’s rib-like architecture resembled the scorched innards of some long-dead cybernetic dragon carcass. Standing atop his elevated and obsidian-black dais, Hade reared up on hind legs and sliced the air with his titanium hooves.

“A fortune in Zalats wasted for naught!”

Zalats were the official coin of Zalaxia.

Down in the workstation pit surrounding Hade’s dais, his mutant pirate crew cowered at the sound of his amplified cybernoid voice. They were warriors, afraid of no man or alien, but they were afraid of Hade. They knew how dangerous and unpredictable he was when his plans were thwarted.

Adding insanity to the dark atmosphere were the ceaseless, raucous barks of Hade’s mutant cybernoid Killhounds. The metallic sound was a violent punctuation to Hade’s mood. The Killhounds strained at their spiked chains, servo motors whirring and bio-muscles bunching. Their white eyes smoked with hatred while they bared their titanium teeth. The Killhounds viciously bit at the air, ready to shred anything that came within reach of Hade’s elevated dais.

A small silver-and-black Servus dronebot with flickering lights went flying by, puttering slowly past the dais.

RONK!

One of the Killhounds lunged and ripped the dronebot from the air, crushing it in its cybernoid jaws. The little dronebot chirped a shrill, crying death squeal and its white eye lights faded to black. The Killhound thrashed its thick neck until metal dronebot parts went flying in every direction like fast shrapnel.

No one acknowledged