Techno, realising his concentration had lapsed, moved the harness back out, and considered the looks on the other occupants of the cockpit, left it at that.
In the Bunker, Techno sat back and waited in the laboratory, surrounded by glowing sigils that flowed everything everything like oil on water.
In an alternate dimension, the orbit station fired up its engines and jumped.
And deep space, a dreadnought flared to life. It was not marked, but the advertisements covering the dreadnought were a giveaway of its alliegances.
In the Bunker, Techno sat back and waited in the laboratory, surrounded by glowing sigils that flowed everything everything like oil on water.
In an alternate dimension, the orbit station fired up its engines and jumped.
And deep space, a dreadnought flared to life. It was not marked, but the advertisements covering the dreadnought were a giveaway of its alliegances.