Torvel
whipped the wheel around, doing a complete 180 within the ribbon
itself. He aimed for the wall and ripped a hole making another tear
and scaring the hell out of another ship in the process. The Nexus
Wave
sailed straight through another ribbon, causing another tear. Torvel
maintained control and was adjusting for the differences in the rift.
"What's
going on, Captain?" Gates shouted as he entered the pilot's den.
"Is there a storm?"
Torvel
held the wheel and gave it another sharp tug. "Just taking a
short cut!"
"Are
you mental?" Gates yelled at him. "You could destroy the
ship! You have to know what you're doing and when to do it!"
"It's
a good thing then that I do know what I'm doing," Torvel said behind
his laughter. It was the only time he cackled like a maniacal fool,
and that gave Gates all the comfort he needed. Torvel had been
sailing the stars for several years...
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