19 A Whip

Ramna teaches Darma how to pilot a plane. He explained the functions of the levers, buttons, steering wheel, and what was in the cockpit in detail. Darma seriously pays attention. He nodded as Ramna explained. For several hours Darma was provided with the theory of how to fly a spaceship. Because there is no simulation tool, so Darma immediately practiced.

Darma was accompanied by Ramna. Darma sits as a pilot. Meanwhile, Ramna is the co-pilot and the back seat is empty. Actually the back seat has a function. That is, whoever sits on the bench, he serves as a shooter when he is in a conflict situation.

Ramna tells Darma to calm down and catch his breath. After that, Darma was ordered to start the engine according to the theory he had learned. With a little nervous Darma pressed a few buttons above the cockpit. He continued pressing a button in front of the dashboard. The engine beeps quite quietly marked by a slight vibration. The plane's engine then started. Darma holds a steering wheel similar to the letter "W" equipped with several buttons. He pulled the handle of the steering wheel slightly so that the plane floated and the legs of the plane that supported the plane automatically entered the fuselage.

After balancing, Darma stepped on the pedal gently so that the plane slowly moved forward until it exited the hangar. In slightly turning the plane sideways one turn directs the steering wheel horizontally. Then, Darma increased the height of the plane so that the plane flew vertically and exceeded the height of the buildings. Ramna said that dharma could immediately launch the plane at full speed. Simply press the green button on the steering wheel, and step on the gas pedal. Dharma do. Instantly, the plane sped up and Darma felt his body jerk backwards. He panicked somewhat as the plane sped out of the city and through the thick fog. Ramna told Darma to turn on the headlights so that the visibility was further.

When the plane was moving, Darma pushed the steering wheel forward, the plane went down. He pulled the steering wheel back, the plane went uphill. And it seems to turn everyone already knows what to do. To brake, simply step on the pedal on the left foot. If at full speed and in front there is an obstacle so that you have to stop suddenly, simply by pulling the steering wheel while pressing the brake pedal. This requires regular practice.

After a while, Darma got used to it. Even though it's more complex than learning to drive a car, that doesn't mean it can't be learned to drive a spaceship. He started to get his hands used to the steering wheel. For the gas pedal, it seems Darma doesn't need to get used to it. Because he can drive a car. It just needed a little adjustment because the one he was riding floated in the air.

About an hour, Darma returned to the tower. He was trying to get off and land very day. Once on the runway, he steered the plane back slowly into the hangar and pulled the steering wheel a little and then the legs popped up so the plane could stand in the hangar. The engine is switched off and Ramna praises Darma for learning fast.

The two of them went downstairs and talked in the garden while eating food.

"Ramna, I want to ask a question," said Darma.

"What's that?"

"Why are the inhabitants of the planet Manda called the Zalf people? Why are they not called the Manda people? Wouldn't everyone be called according to their home planet? If I'm from Earth, then I can be said to be a resident of Earth, or Earth people?"

Raman thought for a moment. Then he gave an answer.

"Perhaps all residents of Manda have their own nicknames. Each planet wants to be called what its inhabitants are also up to them, "Java Ramna.

"Pretty reasonable."

***

Every servant must work according to what his employer wants him to do. Prepare clothes, food, make the bed, and so on. On this space mothership the servants in white uniforms are busy taking care of the preparation of their master's dinner. They rushed to tidy up the luxurious dining table. The lights are turned on. Cutlery prepared. Meanwhile, the cook is preparing the best dishes. Several maids cleaned the dusty floor. They must work swiftly, precisely and without error. Because if there is even the slightest mistake, then the Master will be furious.

In her private room, the Master was doing her makeup. All the interiors in her private rooms are very feminine. She was only accompanied by an old grandmother who was small in stature, wrinkled skin but chubby cheeks, white hair, but her hands were still dexterous even though they sometimes trembled. It was Grandma who became the make-up artist. The Master sat in front of the mirror looking at her very beautiful face. Thin cheeks, droopy eyes, shoulder length hair, thin lips, slim and sexy body, smooth skin like a dark blue rubber, long but neat nails, and a dress designed for fighting.

The old grandmother combed the master's hair while giving him a very fragrant hair oil. Slowly he trimmed and then he tied like a bun and stuck a bun made of pure gold. Then the old grandmother gave the Master a perfume whose fragrance would probably not go away for a year.

"Just enough, Grandma," said the Master.

"Ratika, you are the Yellow Alliance's First Division Captain. The strongest person in this alliance. Your body must smell good. Moreover, you are a woman," said the old grandmother.

Instantly Ratika's face turned cynical.

"Why?" Grandma asked.

"Grandma Omar, I wonder why there are no good alliance names? Using color names is very tacky," Ratika grumbled.

Grandma Omar laughed. Ratika's face looks even more irritated.

"Do not ask me. Ask the Commissioners."

"What do they know? Usually it's just commanding."

"You yourself, why do you want to be ordered by them?"

"Because my planet belongs to the Yellow Alliance. Not only that, I am also President Gasni's daughter."

"I wonder why the Gasni people have smooth skin. If you look closely, your skin is like rubber."

"It's like Grandma asking why air can't be seen but can be felt."

Captain Ratika is famous for his perfectionism. She would not hesitate to scold him if his servants made a mistake. What was even worse was when she found out that a servant had fallen asleep from exhaustion. The servant was almost punished with her weapon which was a red gold whip. But luckily it was stopped by Grandma Omar. That was why the maids had to work without any errors. But to Grandma Omar, Captain Ratika was never angry or anything like that. In fact, they sometimes talk like grandchildren and grandmothers. Very familiar.

The cook is done with the concoction. She came out bringing a plate of sumptuous food to the dining table. Not long after, Captain Ratika came out. When the door to his room opened, suddenly a fragrant aroma wafted up to fill the entire dining room. The servants stood tall. Captain Ratika walked over and sat at the dining table. She stared at a dish of meat and chunks of green and purple vegetables cut into long strips like strands of hair. The cook poured the drink into an empty glass then he invited Captain Ratika to taste it first.

Instantly the room was silent when Captain Ratika only paid attention to the food in front of her. Then she started to take a fork and knife to slice the meat. After it was sliced, she put it in his mouth and started chewing. Several times he chewed, Captain Ratika stopped chewing which made the cook start to break out in a cold sweat. But then, Captain Ratika swallowed the meat and ate it smoothly. The cook began to feel relieved and he wiped his sweat and retreated back into the kitchen.

In the middle of eating, her adjutant who was wearing a yellow uniform approached him and gave him some news.

"What's wrong adjutant? You disturbed my dinner," Captain Ratika glared at his adjutant.

"S…sorry Captain. But this is emergency news," his aide saluted.

"Straight to."

"We have news that Captain Raden has invaded planet Gorf."

Captain Ratika stopped chewing. Then her face looked furious.

"DAMN IT!" shouted Captain Ratika. All the servants and aides were shocked and frightened.

"It's a primitive planet that I'm going to take resources from. It was even my own initiative without being ordered by the Commissioners."

"S…sorry Captain. That's the only news we got. So...I beg you to leave," the aide left.

Grandma Omar then approached and gave input.

"Already. Don't be upset. If there is no order from the Commissioners, that's fine. You better find another planet. On the list, there are still many primitive planets that can be colonized or invaded." Omar's grandmother stroked Captain Ratika's hand.

"I want to make calculations with him," Captain Ratika was getting annoyed.

"What for? He also doesn't know that you're aiming for the same planet, right?"

Captain Ratika began to calm his emotions. In her mind, Grandma Omar's words were true. If she goes to Captain Raden, what happens is only a futile fight that takes time and energy.

The primitive planets here are not planets that do not recognize the existence of other planets. But those who have not been touched by technology. It's not that they don't know. They just don't want to be too dependent on technology. But every time there are foreign planes that come, most of them make a kind of wide field for landing foreign planes which are guarded by guards at all times.

For the case of Captain Raden who managed to take the resources of planet Gorf, he just boarded a capsule with his aide and when it penetrated the atmosphere, the capsule immediately shot into Dermit's palace past the field reserved for foreign planes and he jumped from the plane and landed right in front of the guarded palace. by the guards. After that happened the incident that we all knew before.

To be continued...