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                       Chapter Eleven

Making the Takeoff. (You know the girl can ride).

Tindall pushed her command pod lid up, up on the flight deck, and staggered out, looking the worst for wear, like everybody else, excepting her godfather and boss.

‘My most radical take-off ever,’ she said, addressing Oto’T. ‘Waves were very confused and the set waves were so big, only just scraped over two of them. Then there was a two GSD lull, for the god’s sake. Next thing Arch tells me there’s a Spacer ship out the back and it’s not looking friendly. By now I’m starting to hallucinate dolphins everywhere and maybe sharks, and I’m just trashed. My helmet seems to weigh a ton. Arch decides to feed me some stim, I’m OK again for four, maybe five hours, then the fatigue sets in again.

‘Out the back, huge set,’ says Arch. He was right, never seen anything like it, maybe half a light year wavelength.

‘Our wave,’ I reply, though I was so shit scared. If I blew the takeoff we would have been totalled. Arch positioned us perfectly and I dropped in. Set an edge, sine waved off into the biggest equation of my life and the ship barrelled on down the line. I could see reality bottoming out below us only centimetres away. I flaked out from exhaustion, or maybe just sheer terror. Oh shit, I feel something is wrong. What is the time Arch?’

Arch flashed up the latest SGT.

 

 

 

Spaceships use RS wavedrives. Everybody should know that.