Chapter 121: Piloting is Difficult
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Chapter 121: Piloting is Difficult
In the name of the Animal Kingdom, surrender Jack Rust!
The voice echoed through the starship, commanding authority and arrogance. But who could blame them? There were three immortals hovering before the Trampling Ram. Three!
Inside the starship, everyone swiveled to look at Jack, then at the captain.
Sons of bitches, Dordok cursed. They sent out Hounds to hunt a mere child!
Hounds? Vlossana asked, her eyes forming into wide circles. Woooow.
Hounds, Captain? Jack risked a question.
The hunters of the Kingdom. The terror of the constellation. Captain Dordok gritted his teeth. But they only wear green veils. They have to show me respect.
Captain, Bomn said in a warning voice, but Dordok raised an orange palm.
Dont worry, he said. My strength matches theirs, and we done nothing wrong yet. They will not attack.
Jack watched their exchange with wide eyes. Just a moment ago, hed revealed the truth to everyone, and he was so glad about it. If he hadnt, there was no way he could survive this.
However, also a moment ago, the captain had said they wouldnt commit suicide for him. And contradicting the Animal Kingdom sounded a little too much like suicide.
Thankfully, it seemed the captain had a way out of this.
We have no idea who that is, the captain spoke in normal volume, yet his voice crossed the void to reach the Hounds, carrying the full force of a high D-Grade immortal.
Come out immediately! the voice responded.L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l--B1n.
One moment.
The captain then turned to everyone inside, speaking quickly. The glass windows have obscuring properties when in space. They cannot see us. Listen closely. I will go out there and delay them for as long as I can. I will pretend to be angry and stubborn, as people often accuse cyclops of being, and I will also block their spiritual perception. Jack, you grab Brock, take one of the escape shuttles, and run to the planet.
But they will see me.
No. You will drive the shuttle away from the planet first, in such a direction that the Ram is always between you and them, so they cannot see you. Once far enough, you circle around and approach from a distance. The Amethyst Mountain is where the two continent cross. You cant miss it.
Unprompted, Achilles stabbed another syringe into Jacks thigh. Jack felt the pain recede even further. He was still injured, and he sure as hell couldnt fight, but he could walk.
His heart was filled with warmth. He had tricked and lied to these people, he had used them, and they were still willing to help him. His gratitude for them was so suffocating that he felt the need to hug them all one by one.
That feeling was immediately overshadowed by guilt. Even if he escaped
Focus, boy, Captain Dordok said with increasing urgency. Well be fine. Even if they catch you, well say we knew nothing. You were Jared and Monk to us. They cannot prove anything if you dont speak, and galactic law protects us until were proven guilty. Even if
SHIT! Jack shouted. They had only traveled a few feet, still hidden behind the Trampling Ram, and they were spinning in place. There was no inertia in space to stop them.
He pushed through the centrifugal force, reaching the helm and tilting it forward. The shuttles rotation decelerated, leaving them facing away from the Trampling Ram. Meanwhile, a terrifying clash reached their ears and shook their shuttle. He knew this feeling. Captain Dordok was fighting. That wasnt part of the plan.
The captain had said the Hounds would not attack. Something had gone wrong. But no matter what, the greatest help Jack could offer was not getting captured.
Brock! he shouted. Grab the lever. You control speed, I control direction. Ready? Go!
Brock bounded forth, grabbing the lever and titling it gently. The shuttle barely moved. He tilted it harder, and they shot forward so hard that they almost revealed themselves from behind the Trampling Ram. Thankfully, the starship covered a lot of space.
Jack was struggling with the helm. It wasnt as simple as pointing it where they wanted to go. The helm controlled the shuttles rotation speed, so if he tilted to the right and then let it rest dead-center, they would keep spinning right for eternity. He had to control it very carefully, struggling to cancel out their rotation so they wouldnt overextend. Moreover, the helm was very, very delicate. Every tiny movement had great effect.
It was like playing a badly-designed video game, and having a second person control the speed wasnt helping, but it was the best they could do right now. Jack couldnt spare the concentration to control both things at once. Thank God they were two.
Brock was struggling in his own right. The ship had been designed to achieve great speeds, so keeping it slow enough for Jack to maintain control was nearly impossible. He had to minimally nudge the lever every time, and just the slightest overextension would send them bounding forth like rockets.
FUCK WHOEVER MADE THIS SHIP! Jack shouted, glad for once that sound couldnt travel in spacenot his sound, in any case.
They were darting left and right like a drunk fly. Their speed was increasing and decreasing randomly, and they were turning in all directions at once. They barely managed to remain in the shadow of the Trampling Ram. They must have looked ridiculous.
Moreover, Jacks hands were still seriously injured. The only reason he could operate the helm at all were the two shots of anesthetic Achilles had jutted in his thigh. The regeneration brought by Iron Fiend Body was superb, if the captains surprise was anything to go by, but E-Grade bodies were difficult to repair. Even after almost an hour of rest, he was only barely functional.
Very slowly, even moving as haphazardly as they were, they managed to make some distance. The shuttle didnt have outside lightsJack had checked before boardingand the interior was dimly lit, so from this distance, they would seem like a star unless someone paid attention for long enough to notice them moving.
Hopefully, even immortals couldnt stargaze mid-battle.
Lets circle around, Brock! Jack shouted. Im turning right!
Bro! Brock responded. He did his best to maintain their speed constant, but it was a struggle. Jack suspected that the lever was as unwieldy as the helm.
Why in the world would they make such terrible ships!? he wondered out loud. He turned bit by bit, not daring to make any large movements lest they find themselves spinning again. Space turned in his eyes until the corner of a blue planet appeared in his vision.
Thats it! he shouted in joy.
He couldnt see the battle from the front windowit was fairly limited in widthbut he could still feel the shockwaves. Captain Dordok will be fine, right?
The captain had said hed play it stubborn. Perhaps a few warning shots, a demonstration of his power, was part of the show. Besides, hed said it himself. Unless Jack gave them away, nobody could prove that the crew of the Trampling Ram knew anything.
Jack shook the thoughts away. He couldnt afford distractions with this blasted helm. They had to reach the planet as fast as possible while circling far around the battle. Then, they could
A knock on the glass drew him out of his thoughts. Jack turned to the side in mounting horror.
Gan Salin was floating right outside the window, wearing a protective helmet. He was holding onto the shuttle and drifting along. He waved cheerfully.
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Chapter 121: Piloting is Difficult
In the name of the Animal Kingdom, surrender Jack Rust!
The voice echoed through the starship, commanding authority and arrogance. But who could blame them? There were three immortals hovering before the Trampling Ram. Three!
Inside the starship, everyone swiveled to look at Jack, then at the captain.
Sons of bitches, Dordok cursed. They sent out Hounds to hunt a mere child!
Hounds? Vlossana asked, her eyes forming into wide circles. Woooow.
Hounds, Captain? Jack risked a question.
The hunters of the Kingdom. The terror of the constellation. Captain Dordok gritted his teeth. But they only wear green veils. They have to show me respect.
Captain, Bomn said in a warning voice, but Dordok raised an orange palm.
Dont worry, he said. My strength matches theirs, and we done nothing wrong yet. They will not attack.
Jack watched their exchange with wide eyes. Just a moment ago, hed revealed the truth to everyone, and he was so glad about it. If he hadnt, there was no way he could survive this.
However, also a moment ago, the captain had said they wouldnt commit suicide for him. And contradicting the Animal Kingdom sounded a little too much like suicide.
Thankfully, it seemed the captain had a way out of this.
We have no idea who that is, the captain spoke in normal volume, yet his voice crossed the void to reach the Hounds, carrying the full force of a high D-Grade immortal.
Come out immediately! the voice responded.L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l--B1n.
One moment.
The captain then turned to everyone inside, speaking quickly. The glass windows have obscuring properties when in space. They cannot see us. Listen closely. I will go out there and delay them for as long as I can. I will pretend to be angry and stubborn, as people often accuse cyclops of being, and I will also block their spiritual perception. Jack, you grab Brock, take one of the escape shuttles, and run to the planet.
But they will see me.
No. You will drive the shuttle away from the planet first, in such a direction that the Ram is always between you and them, so they cannot see you. Once far enough, you circle around and approach from a distance. The Amethyst Mountain is where the two continent cross. You cant miss it.
Unprompted, Achilles stabbed another syringe into Jacks thigh. Jack felt the pain recede even further. He was still injured, and he sure as hell couldnt fight, but he could walk.
His heart was filled with warmth. He had tricked and lied to these people, he had used them, and they were still willing to help him. His gratitude for them was so suffocating that he felt the need to hug them all one by one.
That feeling was immediately overshadowed by guilt. Even if he escaped
Focus, boy, Captain Dordok said with increasing urgency. Well be fine. Even if they catch you, well say we knew nothing. You were Jared and Monk to us. They cannot prove anything if you dont speak, and galactic law protects us until were proven guilty. Even if
SHIT! Jack shouted. They had only traveled a few feet, still hidden behind the Trampling Ram, and they were spinning in place. There was no inertia in space to stop them.
He pushed through the centrifugal force, reaching the helm and tilting it forward. The shuttles rotation decelerated, leaving them facing away from the Trampling Ram. Meanwhile, a terrifying clash reached their ears and shook their shuttle. He knew this feeling. Captain Dordok was fighting. That wasnt part of the plan.
The captain had said the Hounds would not attack. Something had gone wrong. But no matter what, the greatest help Jack could offer was not getting captured.
Brock! he shouted. Grab the lever. You control speed, I control direction. Ready? Go!
Brock bounded forth, grabbing the lever and titling it gently. The shuttle barely moved. He tilted it harder, and they shot forward so hard that they almost revealed themselves from behind the Trampling Ram. Thankfully, the starship covered a lot of space.
Jack was struggling with the helm. It wasnt as simple as pointing it where they wanted to go. The helm controlled the shuttles rotation speed, so if he tilted to the right and then let it rest dead-center, they would keep spinning right for eternity. He had to control it very carefully, struggling to cancel out their rotation so they wouldnt overextend. Moreover, the helm was very, very delicate. Every tiny movement had great effect.
It was like playing a badly-designed video game, and having a second person control the speed wasnt helping, but it was the best they could do right now. Jack couldnt spare the concentration to control both things at once. Thank God they were two.
Brock was struggling in his own right. The ship had been designed to achieve great speeds, so keeping it slow enough for Jack to maintain control was nearly impossible. He had to minimally nudge the lever every time, and just the slightest overextension would send them bounding forth like rockets.
FUCK WHOEVER MADE THIS SHIP! Jack shouted, glad for once that sound couldnt travel in spacenot his sound, in any case.
They were darting left and right like a drunk fly. Their speed was increasing and decreasing randomly, and they were turning in all directions at once. They barely managed to remain in the shadow of the Trampling Ram. They must have looked ridiculous.
Moreover, Jacks hands were still seriously injured. The only reason he could operate the helm at all were the two shots of anesthetic Achilles had jutted in his thigh. The regeneration brought by Iron Fiend Body was superb, if the captains surprise was anything to go by, but E-Grade bodies were difficult to repair. Even after almost an hour of rest, he was only barely functional.
Very slowly, even moving as haphazardly as they were, they managed to make some distance. The shuttle didnt have outside lightsJack had checked before boardingand the interior was dimly lit, so from this distance, they would seem like a star unless someone paid attention for long enough to notice them moving.
Hopefully, even immortals couldnt stargaze mid-battle.
Lets circle around, Brock! Jack shouted. Im turning right!
Bro! Brock responded. He did his best to maintain their speed constant, but it was a struggle. Jack suspected that the lever was as unwieldy as the helm.
Why in the world would they make such terrible ships!? he wondered out loud. He turned bit by bit, not daring to make any large movements lest they find themselves spinning again. Space turned in his eyes until the corner of a blue planet appeared in his vision.
Thats it! he shouted in joy.
He couldnt see the battle from the front windowit was fairly limited in widthbut he could still feel the shockwaves. Captain Dordok will be fine, right?
The captain had said hed play it stubborn. Perhaps a few warning shots, a demonstration of his power, was part of the show. Besides, hed said it himself. Unless Jack gave them away, nobody could prove that the crew of the Trampling Ram knew anything.
Jack shook the thoughts away. He couldnt afford distractions with this blasted helm. They had to reach the planet as fast as possible while circling far around the battle. Then, they could
A knock on the glass drew him out of his thoughts. Jack turned to the side in mounting horror.
Gan Salin was floating right outside the window, wearing a protective helmet. He was holding onto the shuttle and drifting along. He waved cheerfully.
Chapter 121: Piloting is DifficultIn the name of the Animal Kingdom, surrender Jack Rust!The voice echoed through the starship, commanding authority and arrogance. But who could blame them? There were three immortals hovering before the Trampling Ram. Three!Inside the starship, everyone swiveled to look at Jack, then at the captain.Sons of bitches, Dordok cursed. They sent out Hounds to hunt a mere child!Hounds? Vlossana asked, her eyes forming into wide circles. Woooow.Hounds, Captain? Jack risked a question.The hunters of the Kingdom. The terror of the constellation. Captain Dordok gritted his teeth. But they only wear green veils. They have to show me respect.Captain, Bomn said in a warning voice, but Dordok raised an orange palm.Dont worry, he said. My strength matches theirs, and we done nothing wrong yet. They will not attack.Jack watched their exchange with wide eyes. Just a moment ago, hed revealed the truth to everyone, and he was so glad about it. If he hadnt, there was no way he could survive this.However, also a moment ago, the captain had said they wouldnt commit suicide for him. And contradicting the Animal Kingdom sounded a little too much like suicide.Thankfully, it seemed the captain had a way out of this.We have no idea who that is, the captain spoke in normal volume, yet his voice crossed the void to reach the Hounds, carrying the full force of a high D-Grade immortal.Come out immediately! the voice responded.L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Nvl--B1n.One moment.The captain then turned to everyone inside, speaking quickly. The glass windows have obscuring properties when in space. They cannot see us. Listen closely. I will go out there and delay them for as long as I can. I will pretend to be angry and stubborn, as people often accuse cyclops of being, and I will also block their spiritual perception. Jack, you grab Brock, take one of the escape shuttles, and run to the planet.But they will see me.No. You will drive the shuttle away from the planet first, in such a direction that the Ram is always between you and them, so they cannot see you. Once far enough, you circle around and approach from a distance. The Amethyst Mountain is where the two continent cross. You cant miss it.Unprompted, Achilles stabbed another syringe into Jacks thigh. Jack felt the pain recede even further. He was still injured, and he sure as hell couldnt fight, but he could walk.His heart was filled with warmth. He had tricked and lied to these people, he had used them, and they were still willing to help him. His gratitude for them was so suffocating that he felt the need to hug them all one by one.That feeling was immediately overshadowed by guilt. Even if he escapedFocus, boy, Captain Dordok said with increasing urgency. Well be fine. Even if they catch you, well say we knew nothing. You were Jared and Monk to us. They cannot prove anything if you dont speak, and galactic law protects us until were proven guilty. Even ifSHIT! Jack shouted. They had only traveled a few feet, still hidden behind the Trampling Ram, and they were spinning in place. There was no inertia in space to stop them.He pushed through the centrifugal force, reaching the helm and tilting it forward. The shuttles rotation decelerated, leaving them facing away from the Trampling Ram. Meanwhile, a terrifying clash reached their ears and shook their shuttle. He knew this feeling. Captain Dordok was fighting. That wasnt part of the plan.The captain had said the Hounds would not attack. Something had gone wrong. But no matter what, the greatest help Jack could offer was not getting captured.Brock! he shouted. Grab the lever. You control speed, I control direction. Ready? Go!Brock bounded forth, grabbing the lever and titling it gently. The shuttle barely moved. He tilted it harder, and they shot forward so hard that they almost revealed themselves from behind the Trampling Ram. Thankfully, the starship covered a lot of space.Jack was struggling with the helm. It wasnt as simple as pointing it where they wanted to go. The helm controlled the shuttles rotation speed, so if he tilted to the right and then let it rest dead-center, they would keep spinning right for eternity. He had to control it very carefully, struggling to cancel out their rotation so they wouldnt overextend. Moreover, the helm was very, very delicate. Every tiny movement had great effect.It was like playing a badly-designed video game, and having a second person control the speed wasnt helping, but it was the best they could do right now. Jack couldnt spare the concentration to control both things at once. Thank God they were two.Brock was struggling in his own right. The ship had been designed to achieve great speeds, so keeping it slow enough for Jack to maintain control was nearly impossible. He had to minimally nudge the lever every time, and just the slightest overextension would send them bounding forth like rockets.FUCK WHOEVER MADE THIS SHIP! Jack shouted, glad for once that sound couldnt travel in spacenot his sound, in any case.They were darting left and right like a drunk fly. Their speed was increasing and decreasing randomly, and they were turning in all directions at once. They barely managed to remain in the shadow of the Trampling Ram. They must have looked ridiculous.Moreover, Jacks hands were still seriously injured. The only reason he could operate the helm at all were the two shots of anesthetic Achilles had jutted in his thigh. The regeneration brought by Iron Fiend Body was superb, if the captains surprise was anything to go by, but E-Grade bodies were difficult to repair. Even after almost an hour of rest, he was only barely functional.Very slowly, even moving as haphazardly as they were, they managed to make some distance. The shuttle didnt have outside lightsJack had checked before boardingand the interior was dimly lit, so from this distance, they would seem like a star unless someone paid attention for long enough to notice them moving.Hopefully, even immortals couldnt stargaze mid-battle.Lets circle around, Brock! Jack shouted. Im turning right!Bro! Brock responded. He did his best to maintain their speed constant, but it was a struggle. Jack suspected that the lever was as unwieldy as the helm.Why in the world would they make such terrible ships!? he wondered out loud. He turned bit by bit, not daring to make any large movements lest they find themselves spinning again. Space turned in his eyes until the corner of a blue planet appeared in his vision.Thats it! he shouted in joy.He couldnt see the battle from the front windowit was fairly limited in widthbut he could still feel the shockwaves. Captain Dordok will be fine, right?The captain had said hed play it stubborn. Perhaps a few warning shots, a demonstration of his power, was part of the show. Besides, hed said it himself. Unless Jack gave them away, nobody could prove that the crew of the Trampling Ram knew anything.Jack shook the thoughts away. He couldnt afford distractions with this blasted helm. They had to reach the planet as fast as possible while circling far around the battle. Then, they couldA knock on the glass drew him out of his thoughts. Jack turned to the side in mounting horror.Gan Salin was floating right outside the window, wearing a protective helmet. He was holding onto the shuttle and drifting along. He waved cheerfully.
