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Click hereFaye blushed heavily this time, biting her lip as she glanced at her blonde friend.
Alyssa leaned in towards her and whispered, "I overheard you speaking to John the other day and I know you wanted to ask him something important. Would you mind telling me what it was?"
The purple girl's blushing intensified and she stared at Alyssa with huge eyes, wracked with indecision. Finally making her mind up, she stood on tiptoe and whispered in the Terran girl's ear.
Cerulean eyes widening in surprise, Alyssa turned to look at Faye and saw the hopeful expression on her adorable features. She gave her a warm smile and said, "I've just had an idea how we can help. John won't know what's hit him!"
Faye giggled with excitement, eight of her avatars rushing to enhance her custom programs as Alyssa explained her plan.
***
Carefully aligning the head-shaped cockpit with the spinal mount between the mech's broad armoured shoulders, John waited patiently for Dana to give him the all clear.
"Sure, take your time... It's not like this thing weighs ten tons or anything," he grumbled, as he hoisted the enormous sparkling white cylinder above his head.
"Twelve tons, actually," Dana murmured as she stared intently down at the joint and socket. "Alright, drop it six inches and bring it three inches to your left, then you're good."
John bent his knees a fraction, then pivoted ever-so-slightly to his left before pushing the long crystal bar into the spinal socket. It slid in with the sound of well-oiled metal against metal, before the familiar hum of hydraulics filled the air as the rotating cylinders locked it into place.
"How are you planning to get this thing upright?" he asked, glancing up at Dana curiously.
She was sitting on the mech's shoulder, busy running through long lists of data on her holo-reader and she replied distractedly, "Just help me into the Pilot's Chair in a minute and you'll see."
Rachel and Irillith stood beside him, the three of them watching Dana as she finished her final checks, making sure that the cockpit was now hooked up to the internal power grid. Her wild grin gave them all the confirmation they need.
"Alright then, how do you want to do this?" he asked, eyeing the cockpit curiously.
The redhead climbed onto the back of the cockpit, then hung off one of the four sensor rods that swept back from the head. Pressing her hand down onto a panel on the side of the cockpit, the DNA reader scanned her genetic code then opened an oval shaped door in the side of the head. She swung in with the agility of a cat, then her hand reappeared a moment later waving him to follow her in.
John chuckled at her enthusiasm, then stared at the smooth armour plating, trying to figure out how to clamber up to reach her.
"I'll give you a boost," Rachel said with a smile, clasping her hands together to form a stirrup.
He gave her a grateful kiss, then put his boot onto her waiting hands. "On three," he warned her, then quickly counted down.
Rachel was surprisingly strong and she easily launched him into the air, giving him more than enough height to grab the lower rim of the door.
Dana grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside before pushing him over to the left. "No standing on the weapon controls," she said with an eager grin, jerking a thumb at the console to their right.
"Considering the firepower this thing's toting... that's sound advice," he readily agreed. He glanced over her shoulder at the Pilot's Chair, and added, "Are you ready?"
"Yep, let's do this!" Dana agreed, stepping over to the chair. "Just lift me up so my back's against the chair, and I'll buckle myself in."
John did as she asked, effortlessly holding her up, and gently positioning her against the back of the seat. He saw that the redhead's hands were shaking with excitement as she grabbed the safety harnesses and pulled them across her chest and into the locking slots.
"Shall I jump out?" he asked, looking out of the clear-crystal visor at Irillith and Rachel who waved back at them.
Dana shook her head, and replied, "Nah, just hunker down under that console then brace yourself. You'll be alright."
Not entirely sure he agreed, John did as she asked and ducked down under the console then held himself steady. Dana was sitting directly above him and he saw the look of glee on her face as she stabbed her thumb down on the big green button on the armrest control. A throaty hum filled the cockpit as all the systems surged with power, lights flickering on around him as the consoles came to life.
Some power chords boomed out, and a man's sonorous voice enthusiastically shouted, "Let's get ready to rumb-"
The voice and the music were abruptly cut off and Dana blushed furiously as she saw John looking at her with a raised eyebrow. "Must've been some kinda glitch," she mumbled, hurriedly tapping away at more buttons.
Gripping the two control sticks with her hands, he saw her feet slip into some kind of pedal controls and that wild grin was back on her face again. He felt a sudden lurch and an unsettling sensation of movement, but tucked under the console it was difficult to see what was going on. He glanced up at Dana and as the mech abruptly shifted position again, he watched her long thick hair fall back against her shoulders instead of hanging straight down towards him as he dropped onto the cockpit floor. He swayed from left to right and then there was that same sinking feeling in his stomach as they rose higher until he felt the mech steady itself.
"All done?" he asked, peering up at Dana from under the console.
She nodded gleefully and said, "We're up and running!"
John climbed out and stood upright then peered through the canopy in amazement. They were now towering over the Launch Bay floor and he could see Rachel and Irillith running up the steps on the maintenance gantry to get to their level. He heard the hum of machinery in motion and glanced at Dana in surprise as he saw the muzzles of the Photon Lasers appear above the cockpit's visor. Walking around behind her, he saw the target reticle for the quad Photon Lasers appear in front of her, now that the four guns had shifted into firing position.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to fire them," she said, grinning at him as she tried shifting the targeting reticle, the long barrels following obediently. Letting out a rueful sigh, she added, "It's just a shame we can't make a pit-stop to shoot up an asteroid belt."
He patted her shoulder and said, "I've got a feeling they're going to get a very vigorous testing, but you'll be shooting Drakkar ships, not big hunks of rock."
"Are you really going to let me pilot the mech?" she asked him, eyes gleaming at the prospect.
John nodded and replied, "You're the only one who knows how to control the damn thing!"
Dana beamed at him in delight as she exclaimed, "I'd hug you, but I'm strapped into this chair!"
She pressed the button to withdraw the Photon Lasers to their dormant position and they could hear the loud sound of the ten-metre-long weapons being pulled back through the open door in the side of the cockpit. He watched her twist the control sticks and the mech crouched down, the sudden movement making him wave his arms around to keep himself balanced. The mech's huge robotic right hand reached out to slide through the arm mount for the rotary cannon and it grasped the handle securely before Dana stood upright once more.
"We got distracted earlier, what is that thing anyway?" John asked, poking his head out of the cabin door to stare down at the ten-metre-long rotary cannon.
Dana's eyes sparkled with a devious light in the blue glow from the consoles and she replied, "You're familiar with the Punisher railgun, right?"
His eyes widened in shock. "Is that...?"
"A Punisher Gatling, but scaled up for a mech!" she crowed, giving him a beaming grin. Dana walked the mech back a couple of steps, then hit the button to power the gigantic machine down again. As the lights around her dimmed, she began unbuckling her harnesses, freeing herself from the Pilot's chair. "Come on! Let's go hook up that bad boy to the power couplings and ammo hopper!"
He watched her step out of the cockpit door and onto the maintenance gantry, which now ran flush with the mech's shoulder. "Wait a second!" he called out to her as he followed the bouncing redhead through the door. "Have you got a name for this thing? We can't just call it 'the mech'."
Dana flushed and looking shifty she replied, "Yeah, I've come up with a few ideas..."
*We've been hailed by the Ashanath,* Alyssa interrupted, her voice urgent. *Calara's speaking to Ularean right now.*
*Alright, tell her I'm on my way,* he replied, before turning and giving Dana an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Sparks. The Ashanath just called, you'll have to tell me later."
***
Grand Overlord Vekrok glared at the burning wrecks and shattered remnants of once-mighty ships, standing in silence while readying himself to hear the scale of the destruction inflicted upon his fleet.
Grukig scrolled down through the reports and continued, "...along with the Defiler, which were all too slow to enter the minefield and survived unscathed. We lost practically all our destroyers and-"
"I don't give a fuck about destroyers!" Vekrok snarled, his four fists clenching in rage. "What about my cruisers and battleships?!"
Giving the massive Drakkar leader a frightened glance, Grukig continued, "Ninety-seven cruisers were destroyed, twenty-four are too crippled to fight and fifteen are damaged but spaceworthy. Five battleships were destroyed, eight are so badly damaged they'll have to be scuttled and twelve took damage but are ready for battle."
Howling with rage, Vekrok looked around for something to vent his fury, his eyes finally settling on his throne. He slammed his fist into the back, neatly shearing through it and breaking the upper half off the imperious seat. "How long until we're underway?!" he bellowed, watching through squinting eyes as the remaining cruisers attempted recovery operations.
Grukig read the report again, and answered nervously, "At least three hours to transfer the survivors to-"
"Fuck that! We've already been here an hour! We're done hanging around with our thumbs up our pod chambers!" Whirling around, he slapped his brawny hand down on the comms interface and growled to his fleet, "Prepare to jump in five minutes! We're going to slaughter all the little bastards who did this!"
"But Sir! What about all the survivors?!" Grukig yelped, shocked that the Grand Overlord would just abandon tens-of-thousands of elite troops.
"We'll come back for them alright," Vekrok said, his deep voice throbbing with rage. "As soon as I've had my fill of Grey flesh and gone for a swim in their blood!"
Grukig nodded, knowing better than to question his fiery-tempered Commander a second time.
***
"Your plan succeeded, JohnBlake. You have saved us," Ularean murmured in his whispering voice.
John met the Ashanath Senior Councillor's unblinking stare and said regretfully, "I'm afraid the fight's only just begun Ularean."
"But their losses... they were horrific," he said in his eerie, ghostly voice.
Shaking her head, Calara replied, "I don't believe the Drakkar will run, not if they're working for this other Progenitor. We've helped even the odds, perhaps enough to give us a fighting chance now."
John gave the quaking Ashanath a level stare and said firmly, "You'll be fighting to save your species, Ularean. You're going to need to ready your people for a hell of a battle."
"I will do so, JohnBlake," the Senior Councillor replied. He blinked slowly and his whispering voice sounded ominous as he added, "We have made preparations to meet the Drakkar threat."
- COMMENTS
Brave lightly crewed Ashanath Cruisers, with the mission to slow down those blood-thirsty Drakkar brutes, at the cost of their lives, ... Dana finishing building her Mecha, ... and Tashana (ole 'two-gun' herself) is busy getting up to speed to help out the crew if needed in combat, ... And the High Council is preparing to unleash the 'Legacy' .... wow, can't wait for the next chapter, should be exciting, .... ;-) ttfn
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"Don't forget! I was the one who first called dibs on shooting fireballs from my eyes!"
“Get ready to RUMBLE !!!” Glad to see that it stood the test of time and lasted 7 or 800 years….
An anonymous commenter last year mentioned our lovely Ninja, Sakura, in regards to Dana's big Mech, I think the Clesha might just work out, .... with a wonderful, improved, control interface upgrade, that the Grand Engineering Overlord is totally capable of making, she could be totally AWESOME in that 30-meter-tall Mecha, ... and yes, that was a SPOILER, ... oops, that just slipped out, .... ;-) TTFN
abandoning the "blowjobs in spaaaaace" theme, we enter the ridiculous saga of Ultraman meets JohnnySakko with copy paste spurious banter intermixed
Could be much better, but that would take initiative.
The girls are working so hard and John interrupts with a thousand questions. Girls you have been working so hard we should take a break, ok give me a blow job. lol
Alright! Dana's 100-foot-tall Mecha is ready for is maiden flight, and its Baptism under fire, against the deadly Drakkar, and against horrible odds, ... the story just continues to delight, ... Well done, Tef! Can't wait for the next chapter! ;-) TTFN
Lots of interesting pre-battle prep, and some truly wonderfully obnoxious Drakker 'leadership' in this chapter, but I can scarcely wait for the 'real' battle to commence... and what is this "Legacy" that the Ashanath High Council keep bringing up? stay tuned, same Tef time, same Tef channel ... ;-) TTFN
- RE: "Sonic weapons are a terrible idea"
The guns would only be useless if the area the weapons were in had lost all atmosphere. In which case, who are they protecting? If the crew is on the ship and aren't geared up, then without atmosphere they'd be dead. If they lost atmosphere but were geared up, they'd survive, and they'd also be armed so wouldn't need the sonic cannons. Furthermore, the cannons have been placed at specific points internally around the ship, in corridors on the different floors and protecting the 'airlocks'. If someone is coming in via the airlock, the odds are good that there will be atmosphere on the ship.
For 'internal' security devices I think they'd probably be the best defence as they can be used to either incapacitate or to kill at the flick of a switch. It's also said that they won't damage the ship with any stray shots, which would be a bonus.
Sonic weapons are a terrible idea on a spaceship, since sound can't travel through vacuum. If their hull gets breached their turrets will be completely useless...
If one bad progenitor can cause this much destruction maybe John having dozens of children who will all be progenitors isn't a great idea. Even of he tries to raise them all right there's a good chance a few of them will turn out bad.
What I don't quite understand is why Dana can't come up with a simulator or training rounds that provide the right shooting sensations (recoil, etc.) without the destructive forces treating up the range and ship.
Commonly known as "Trigger jerk". A right-handed shooter will miss down and to the right and a left-handed shooter down and to the left. It is a lot more evident when shooting with pistols. When shooting one should not "pull" the trigger, but rather "squeeze" the trigger. The exact moment the weapon fires should come as a surprise.
With a psychic (lol) crew and only limited my the imaginations of that crew I'm sure one of them would have designed a shooting range that shot through a shield into space. Using that shield as a projection screen to create a visual of calculated damage done by any rounds shop through it.
You may have already solved this problem as I'm only to chap 73, I still thought i'd bring the issue of resource reclamation to the fore.
BTW, awesome story so far,
ANYoONE
On page 5 Tashana fires a single round, which sails above the head of a target dummy, and she looks surprised, saying that she "wasn't ready for the recoil." That's not how recoil works. The barrel of a firearm doesn't kick up until after the round has left the barrel, so in order for a shot to sail high, that is where it would have had to have been aimed. As a matter of fact, people are most often guilty of firing low because they are expecting the kick of recoil and flinch just prior to the trigger pull.(though, that is almost always seen with pistols).
What would have made more sense would have been a single round being close, with the second and third rounds of a 3-round burst climbing too high.
automatic rifles and pistols don't click when their magazines run dry, the slides on pistols lock back and the bolts on rifles also lock back to let the shooter know they need to reload, revolvers will click if you keep squeezing the trigger after all the rounds in the cylinder have been fired
I am sure I am just half way through this amazing story. Maybe it will run forever. I don't know. What I do know is that Tefler, if he is not John Blake, will probably make us live forever just to see his next chapter. My respects.
Holy crap! This is actually kind of genius.
Onward, ever onward for John and the ladies. So exceptional. This epic cannot be allowed to end. 🚀
Love this story but I personally doubt the use of hydraulics in this advanced technical world. They are already loosing ground to direct electric on our world. Great story - thanks.
Stupid site keeps flippin me to the make comment page. Not sure how to fix it..
Have Dana create some shaped charged, armor piercing, crystal tipped, auto homing, target discriminating torpedoes that can be inserted as a rack module through the front loading door of the cargo bay...two racks, one after the other, separated by the back end of the rack modules, which can be expelled via small charges.
It could be easily powered by a miniature Progen power supply, a small integrated shield generator, and 4 directional thrusters with half a dozen thrusters as the main propulsion: The torpedoes could then fly irratically to create misses by field defense lasers, could actually take a hit or two by energy weapons before the shield overloaded, and use the power core as an additional explosive material.
The Raptor could easily hold 50 Dana improved torpedoes that way and be much more effective against larger targets. Have the initial 50 torpedoes go after engines, one or two apiece depending on the size of the ship, and you have effectively eliminated a minimum of 25 enemy capital ships or 50 smaller vessels in a matter of minutes.
Eject the first pod, and do the same. Taking out 50 capital ships or 100 smaller vessels within minutes of engagement is a serious strategic advantage. And you don't have to take out their shields to do it.
They could be shoot and forget weapons due to being able to discriminate which targets to hit...so you do a quick fleet insertion via a hyper warp jump to get into the middle of them, release the torpedoes, and hyper warp back out of range. Reload inside the Invictus cargo bay and hit them again via regular engines (due to the now littered battlefield).
The Raptor is the perfect vessel for such a fleet insertion mission as it is immune to energy weapons, is the fastest ship in the field by a large margin, and is more maneuverable than any ship out there.
This would also help negate any Brimorian shield advantages the Kintark are about to field.
I have submitted chapter 78 for moderation, so it should be up on literotica by Monday or Tuesday, depending on the queues!
Tefler
Is that ashanth are like to go against John after the drakker battle or they just let John to see their secret weapon
Given that the Maliri are the tops with laser weaponry, it seems to me that the Houses would also be trying to develop shields and armour to reduce the vulnerability of their ships. I also think that at least one of the Houses would have acquired or attempted to acquire Brimorian shield technology.
On that note, had Edrael tried to get Brimorian shield tech, found that the cost was more than she was prepared to pay and then gone for Trankaran sub-light propulsion tech to improve ship manoeuvrability as an affordable alternative for reducing vulnerability?
I found this story quite by accident. I was looking for time stop/mind control/superhuman type stories and stumbled upon this gem around late 2016.
It took me a while to get through it. I believe it was in the 60+ chapter range at the time. One thing I think that makes this story so great is that it has the best of two things, sci-fi action and sexy action. For the sci-fi stuff it is incredibly detailed and well thought out and planned ahead. Even the readers discussions in the comments seem to make an impact on the story. For the sexy bits, that is in a whole new realm in itself. One of the trolls from ch69 brought up the cum inflation and womb penetration topics, and both of these are huge fantasies of mine along with anal. For this story to even exist you sort of have to suspend belief on 90% of it to begin with and just make use of your imagination. Let's just say that the trolls are a bit lightheaded and sorely lacking in that aspect.
I also enjoy how the story is never boring, it can change on a dime. 5 minutes reading sexy bits, immediately followed by 5 minutes nerdy techno/science stuff, followed by 5 minutes of full scale battle scenes, then 5 more minutes of sexy bits. It is just enough of each to keep us all entertained.
One question I had that I have not been able to find the answer too was the first page of ch69. Sakura was able to see/sense the psychic energy. I searched through the comments on 69-72 and found a few others referencing that paragraph as well, however I haven't quite found the theory to explain it quite yet. I figure she will be able to gain some form of psychic ability to detect the astral projection or assist with the development of some form of defense against psychic attacks being security chief and all.
Also Tefler, you are awesome. There are not many stories I can say that have this much reread value, but yours definitely does. Forget about any minor errors or grammar mistakes that the trolls love to point out, it is the Tefler universe that is so intriguing. I have reread from start to (last chapter) at least 3 times just to keep it fresh. I did not know about Patreon until about 3 days ago. I can say without a doubt I will follow your work with great pleasure in the future and continue to support you. I'm just sorry I did not find it sooner.
Technical concern that there is incest with the Maliri princesses should have been voided by the SciFantasy catch all. If it is speculative it doesn't count basically.
Some people want to avoid hints of their squick triggers.
Not surprised.
Chapter 75 was for some reason moved to Incest/taboo genre. Due to its high rating (4.91?) It attracted a lot of readers from that genre, about 4,000 more than chapters 76/77. The rating went down, however, and a couple of 'strangers' came by to complain about the story.
What does this mean? U seem your have captured a good set of readers who understand your story well Tefler, that's quite the feat on a site like this one. Keep it up! And I like the cartoon/animation idea posted by someone earlier. It will remove limitations for portrayal accuracy, if it's made into a motion picture. Good luck!
A fan of the lion 🦁
Why not have this whole thing be a cartoon series. What would be a great thing to watch. It's better than what's out there now.
Hope I didn't get you any angry emails. I deeply respect the time and effort you and the other editors do with the story. And I LOVE being teased! LOL.
About all I have found is screamingeagle101, and a bunch of web comics.
If the plot takes priority over sex, I know for a fact that I have upload plans.
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Distant upload plans.
I hate to do this but I can't think of a better way to find other good stories in the same genre as this one than to ask the fellow readers of tefler. I mean you obviously have good taste lol. If any of you know any please let me know. Thank you
Joining the Patreon is not like becoming a Baptist, a Republican, getting a membership in ARRL and a HAM station callsign, joining the SETI project, or playing Pokémon GO either.
Joining the Patreon is just joining the Patreon.
I regret a bad practice I indulged, that I will not make worse by explaining further.
I apologize.
Joy to all.
From the eager excitement that we have seen so often there could easily be some confusion. It might be worth clearing that up.
Spoiler....
Joining the Patreon is nothing like becoming a Hari Krishna, though it is similar to a fan club. Patreon is just about saying you like the story, you want to hang out and talk about the story, and see a few added posts from Tefler about the story.
Agreed, that selling the Patreon obnoxiously is... not subtle and possibly off-putting and counter productive. Well meant fanaticism still freaks some people out.
:-)
There's been a lot of recent discussion about patron posts here. I'm totally fine with PLR and FatherSin's posts. They're excited and lack spoilers. What I really don't like is random people trying to sell patreon here. I really think that should be left to Tefler. He's doing an amazing job already.
hang on a minute
" It is just like the double standards I deal with in my MARRIAGES and my work....just cannot win."
You aren't John are you? is Tefler writing from your diaries? :-)