Chapter 40 - Flight in Space (Patreon)

This very well done scene in Star Trek has been the inspiration behind the two space flight scenes we've had in this story, and probably will a few more times given how unique the ability is, and how insane you have to be to do it in the first place.

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I knelt, arms tucked in tight to my sides to prevent them from hitting the sides of the airlock and shattering them terribly during the launch.

“Natasha, I’m ready. Orient the ship appropriately and give me a 5 second countdown when in position,” I ordered.

“Understood, father,” Natasha responded. “Firing thrusters now.”

Through my link with the ship I could feel the Temptressreorienting to provide me with a direct path towards my target and safely through the various bits of debris that littered the area.

“Opening airlock doors in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.”

The doors opened quickly and I was shot out of the side of the ship like a bullet from a gun, my adaptive camouflage systems rendering me as black as the surrounding space around me, rendering me near invisible to any visual sensors. Given my incredibly small size compared to any modern ship, the sensor dispersing properties of my armor’s skin, and my active adaptive camouflage, simulations had concluded that it was extremely unlikely that I would be picked up by the sensors likely present on the target ship, given what we could see and deduce of the ship’s technical capabilities. Since I had not been detected by the modern sensors of a Romulan colony world, one without tons of active debris in system and a constant source of leaking, irradiated waste, I felt pretty confident I wouldn’t be detected.

Tilting my head up towards my target, my armor’s HUD system helpfully outlined my distant target with a bright red circle. My target was so small, it could barely be seen at this distance. In the bottom right-hand corner of my visual field a distance to target readout was slowly, but steadily declining, with a time to target of 6 hours, 37 minutes, and 21 seconds ticking down as my speed brought me closer. I was traveling at a ridiculous speed, but my target was ridiculously far away as well, as the Temptress had to launch me from quite a distance in order to be well outside our target’s predicted sensor range. Hiding an object the size of a person from sensor detection was many orders of magnitude easier than hiding a giant starship, after all.