Another snip for upcoming stuff:
Quote:The whitecaps rushed beneath me, racing little more than an armspan below like a kaleidoscopic blur. I soaked in the thrill, the sense of speed, the feeling of the wind beating against my flight suit.In case you guys are wondering, that's an expy of Yves Rossy, the Jetman.
“Too low!” sounded my instructor’s worried voice in my headset. “Get higher, ‘Zekiel! The waves will catch you!”
Grudgingly, I focused on the wide, flat tubes on either side of me with wide discorectangle-shaped openings that tapered down to much thinner discoractangles at their ends. The airflow that constantly filled them picked up by my accord, compressed by the wedge shape of the tubes, and pressed through the narrow openings and their ends. Thrust was the result, and I shot upwards.
“Better! Now, let’s run through the course one more time. Are you ready, ‘Zekiel?”
The shape of the French man with his jet pack came into view - a black delta-shaped wing he wore on his back with winglets at the tips for stabilization, and four small jet engines - two on each side - under the wing spewing white vapor trails. He maneuvered with grace using only small, subtle gestures from his body.
“Whenever you are, Professor,” I called back.
“Good! Now, remember, mon petit oiseau, you are smaller and lighter - you have no engines and no fuel. You may stay airborne longer than I could dream of, but you do not have larger control surface. Without that, you do not maneuver as easily. Now, follow me!”