Traversal

The tiny craft’s re-emergence into real space was unremarkable in every way. No flash of light to mark the rift it tore in the black, no radio or gravity waves, and even the EM radiation typical to subspace travel was dampened so as to be indistinguishable from the universe’s own background noise. The ship was decked in a non-reflective nano-material that absorbed all forms of energy that struck it, recycling it back through the hyper-efficient engines for a continuous, if nominal, power supply. And so, for all intents and purposes, the craft was invisible to all but the most advanced surveillance tools.

And in this part of space, perfect concealment was tantamount to survival.

“Feather the engines back,” Harking commanded. “Drift us from here.”

“Aye, sir,” the pilot replied.

“How long until traversal?” Harking inquired.

A pause while the pilot did the math. “Just under three lights, less than 30 minutes at our current course and speed.”

“Barely good enough,” Harking muttered, “but it will have to do.”

[Originally posted at Ficly.]

4 thoughts on “Traversal”

    1. This story was originally posted over at Ficly (as noted above). You have to understand that storytelling on Ficly is 1024 or less, so a lot of what I write there ends up being just story snippets (though I have quite a few self-contained pieces there, too). I just happen to cross-post most of my Ficly fiction back here, mostly as an archive.

      1. I’m not sure I’ve ever heard of Ficly, and I haven’t had enough time to waste on this sites archives; no offence.

        You’re not a bad writer though.
        I mean, what I’ve read from you (Reclaimer) lacked focus and structure, but aside from that, you’re not a bad writer.

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