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'''Kuiper II Class ''Summer's Gift'' '''<br> | '''Kuiper II Class ''Summer's Gift'' '''<br> | ||
'''En Route to Blue Sun System'''<br> | '''En Route to Blue Sun System'''<br> | ||
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We hauled our asses out of Serenity Valley and threaded through the mountain range at the end of it. I was on my back on the bridge, yanking the ''Gift''’s pinger to keep the Feds from tracking us once we cleared atmo. I popped the last pin and pulled the transponder free. I didn’t bother wasting my breath telling Nika, I just stowed the pinger in the side pocket of her chair and headed aft for the engine room. If we were going to outrun pursuit, we’d need to boost the engines. I figured we’d have about an hour of hard burn before we’d have to shut down or melt. Certainly it would be enough to get us out of range. As I quit the bridge, I heard Christian suggest hiding in the shadow of a communications buoy, using its signal to mask any residual traces we’d make on the scanners.<br> | We hauled our asses out of Serenity Valley and threaded through the mountain range at the end of it. I was on my back on the bridge, yanking the ''Gift''’s pinger to keep the Feds from tracking us once we cleared atmo. I popped the last pin and pulled the transponder free. I didn’t bother wasting my breath telling Nika, I just stowed the pinger in the side pocket of her chair and headed aft for the engine room. If we were going to outrun pursuit, we’d need to boost the engines. I figured we’d have about an hour of hard burn before we’d have to shut down or melt. Certainly it would be enough to get us out of range. As I quit the bridge, I heard Christian suggest hiding in the shadow of a communications buoy, using its signal to mask any residual traces we’d make on the scanners.<br> |