Ground Control to Major Thom
Commencing countdown, engines on
Take you protein pills
And put your helmet on É
- Ancient Spacers Ditty
The thrust finally cut and the big G's died. The instant transition to null brought on a wave of nausea that he found hard to overcome. It had been a while since he'd flown. And this shuttle of Raintree's wasn't flying light. This crew was used to hard pushes. He looked around the small crew compartment. There was one view port, but the man Zeno had grabbed that chair. The crazy-looking one he had noted in the bar, the one that had nabbed Vyo with Jenkins.
"Hey!" Jenkins shouted in the thrust-dead silence, grinning from ear to ear. "We're outta that hole!" He braced himself and snuggled comfortably deeper into his chair. "There ain't nothin' like flyin'!"