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made automatically."
And if I do it wrong? Torin wondered as her feet hit the deck and
she sat down on a disconcertingly yielding surface. Apparently, she'd
have to find out another time as straps slid down around her shoulders
and disappeared into the seat between her legs. Great. We can fold
space, but we can't improve on the seat belt my father uses on his
tractor. The screens to either side of her remained dark, but on the
curved screen in front, half a dozen green telltales lit up.
"You're in." The pilot leaned up out of her section and dropped into
his own, considerably faster than she'd done it. "Probably best if you
keep your hands in your lap, Staff Sergeant. None of your controls are
live, but you're in my gunner's seat and I'd just as soon we didn't shoot
off bits of the station. Navy frowns at that."
Every time it happens, Torin snorted, but all she said aloud was,
"Hands are in my lap, sir."
Almost before he was strapped in, the pod sealed.
An instant after that, they dropped out into space.
Zero gravity flipped her stomach again. Torin swallowed hard as
acceleration pressed her first against the straps and then down into the
seat. Lieutenant Commander Sibley had cleared launch on his implant,
probably so he could hit space without giving her warning. Two
diagonal moves later, they were upside down relative to the station.
"Be about an hour and a half before we reach the Berganitan. I hope
you're not claustrophobic."
Well, sir, if I was, I'd have probably found out years ago crammed
into the troop compartment of a sled with a couple of dozen muddy
Marines while the enemy tried to blow us the hell up. At least you've
got windows.
But all she said aloud was, "Not that I know of, sir."
She spared a moment wondering if there was any significance in
General Morris' apparent fondness for the Berganitan. Maybe it was
the only ship the Admiralty would let him play with.
The Jade suddenly dropped away from the station.
About thirty meters out, it flipped over.
Shouldn't have told him I'd never been in a Jade before.
She'd probably thought a lieutenant commander was a little old to
play "let’s see if we can get the Marine to puke." More fool her. All vjs
were crazy, from raw ensigns right up to Wing Admiral di'Si Trin
herself—something she should have remembered. Well, counting the
ten hours and forty-seven minutes in Susumi space, it has been a long
day.


Lieutenant Commander Sibley added a few final flourishes as he
brought the Jade up to cruising speed.
"If you have to hurl, Staff Sergeant, bite the black tab at the base of
your faceplate. It’ll open a pouch."
No answer. Not even the sound of a lost lunch.
"Staff?"
Her telltales were green. She was conscious. Heart pumping at