Now, going down onto the jungle world of Mhen'ga, I shall not lie, getting the chance to stretch my legs and breathe in the fresh air of a world instead of the scrubbed and recycled air on the ship was a glorious change of pace. That and I needed some room and actual dirt to practice some of my psionics. But there was something very, very interesting that one needed to be aware of when it came to the description of psychics, and how some of it could link, ironically perhaps, to Star Wars. Mainly in the reason why a lot of the easy to see was so simple.
Because, in a stressful and fast paced combat situation you don't have the time or focus for delicate and complicated powers that eat up power and focus. No, you use the simple things, the basic things that take minimal power and mental effort so you can react to people trying to shoot you or stab you or bite you or tear your head off or in general trying to kill you before you can kill them. Which hey, fair. But, the main point of the internal rant was that outright sorcery was included as a field of psychic ability.
Not one that was actually practiced or really known about in modern times outside of fantasy and fiction. On other words, while it was a field in theory, in practice the modern understanding was that many historical accounts were the results of illusions or mind tricks rather than actual mystical abilities as the galaxy moved towards more technological solutions to problems... even as implants were developed that meant psionics could be more widely used than just the rare ones with the raw innate power and ability. Still rare, but not near unique.
But, this didn't matter too much as I checked the local bulletin board and saw what needed doing. I had a good idea of where the probe was, and while it was more than possible to be screwed over because this was not a game? I checked my app. Yup, Jill was just six hours from being captured. And with my main rival captured? I was free to mostly pursue the opportunities to get some of the transformation items on the list. That and getting a selection of various kinds of natives for use in various lures, because yes, many of them had done kind of addictive properties as well.
In any case, it was time to head down to the police station to deal with some horny bees, then to a shop to talk about a robot... and then to check in with a injured cat boi about a crashed satellite. And then there was talking with the honey bunny and good doctor in order to do the other mandatory job in catching Zil for some transformation pills to be developed. As apperantly there was a bit of a market for them. Some of it just for altering body fluids to taste like honey, some of it for the bee boys and gals.
Still... I should just work on grinding up and getting good before heading after some tree squids and flowers for the lures.
Now, the single biggest problem with having just a rough mental map and going through the woods while things don't line up exactly to real life is that finding shit can be a pain the ass. Thankfully, I took some time to practice levitation and was working on upgrading it into actual psionic flight to go along with a rough sphere of telekinetic 'sight.'
Yes, closer to radar or a field of touch, of general awareness, but I was going to work on the mental version next. Basically get a telepathy and mightsight combo going along with the touch sight. And if I could have them going passively, the next step was working on extending the range, getting skilled and efficient enough that I would basically have a full radar suite in my head. Particularly as thermo and electrokinesis were staples of psionic power. There were even examples of geokinesis, so if one also extended ones senses to the earth and moisture via hydrokinesis?
Then in truth, I could see without sight as the mystic saying goes. Still, I breathed in and simply meditated, my mind reaching out... and keeping the flailing snake tails from hitting me. "You lousy offworlder! I'm supposed to be the one with my coils around you!" Now, the naleen huntress was whining as she was held in the air, arms crossed under her breasts even as her serpentine lower half tried to wiggle and squirm. Truth be told? She was hot for a feline cat-naga. "Wait, what are you dooooing..."
She was sighing and cooing now, because I was testing something very important. Was my control good enough to give a telekinetic massage. "Seeing if I can turn a neelen into a noodle with the power of my mind."
She had nothing to say in response.
Vanae Maiden
She observed the male sitting down on the ground. An offworlder and likely an ignorant one, but that was something to be expected of one who had a phallus. Such were good only for fructose and breeding, even if some of them bleated and said otherwise before they were educated in the proper way of things. But, she gripped her spear, a smile on her lips.
The area of the jungle was on the very edge of the holy lands blessed by the Sky Mother, and the mists were behaving oddly. Swirling and pulsing with each of the males great breaths. She bit her lower lip. On the one hand, perhaps this was a sign for her to lose her virginity? Or was this done off world trick or deception? She did not know.
She let loose another series of clicks, the sounds coming back to her as her finned ear twitched. Nothing. She would be bold! That, and perhaps it would be best to take her prize back home, to offer him as a breedslave to her mother, for her to investigate the oddness?
It was something to consider as she dropped from the branch, silent and swift... and as an unseen hand held in her the air. "Peace young one. I'm merely contemplating the mists."
The voice was the roll of thunder, a full booming roar of the goddess playing with herself. She shivered. The male had not moved. "What... What are you?"
She was scared as she was held in that unseen hand, as she felt the mists, the breast milk of the goddess that lingered in the airs of the lower world, swirl and shift around them, forming patterns against her skin. But, the amused rumble did not approach. "A wandering man who seems to learn as he goes." That told her... very little really. "But, you may call me Matt Steele. A pleasure to meet you."
Her ears and tentacles twitched as she was not really sure that this was mutual.
Matt Steele
So, I stamped a maiden fair before turning back north to crash site. Truth be told, she was the most dangerous enemy so far... Because she had a gun and simply holding her up with telekinesis did not mean an easy win. I still ended up stripping and spanking that dragoness across me knee before I milked her though and quite literally stamped her ass.
Truth be told? The climatic fight with Dane for the probe was much less of one than you would expect given my current strategy, even as it wore on my reserves. And yet the real prize wasn't the credits or even the delivery girl. No, the real prize was getting to stamp Syri in the mead hall in preparation for a good girl threesome after I saved the next world.
Because yes, dog girl twin sister threesomes were important.