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gravitational whirlpool we had
created by our arrival, flying along the distorted white lines of the
tortured gravity field, the turns and climbs and impulse-drive
acceleration seeming to push me back into my seat as the inertia
simulator fed my brain with the fantasy that I was experiencing G-
Stress. I admit to being one of the old-school of pilots; I found
flying a lot easier on hallucinations.
"Yes my darling," I transmitted to my lover over the intercom, "But
let's get out of this gravity well before we celebrate."
Five minutes later, just as I DSed the Upcom, Sliandra brought the
McKinley Outboards up to power and we accelerated to a smooth one tenth
the speed of light, Silvermoon retracting the shields from the front of
the ship and guiding us on visual towards the flickering blue star where
lay MagCorp's selenium operation and twelve thousand lonely ore-jockeys.
The lights had dimmed for the night-cycle on Catherine The Great's
flight deck as I slipped into Silvermoon's pool, the water that
enveloped me seeming to flow forever into the deep blue-blackness of the
endless night of space.
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