Beggars Can't Be Choosers

The force was like getting hit by a truck, and thankfully I couldn't feel the pain of it. Tagsig was clocking out at MACH nine, and all I could do was watch us move across the mini-map like I was on some game loading screen.

It didn't take five minutes, it took just over a minute, and the moment we slowed down, my body finally caught up with the drastically increasing damage. Even though my body kept up with the frame damage at that speed, the drag was playing hell with all my systems.

It took a good moment before I could even speak; it wasn't my frame that took the damage; it was all the small systems in my body. Now I had to wait for everything to fix itself; we had time.

"Ashia? Are you okay?" Serria asked as the safety belts released us both. 

I had to assume since my motor systems were still not functional yet. I could move, but not the parts I needed, like my waist gyroscopic motor to turn my body without twisting.