Twenty minutes later and Kaira was just starting to feel she could risk standing up. Before she got as far as undoing the straps Tarkus reappeared and sank down into the pilot seat with a groan.
“How was it?” she asked.
“Better than I’d hoped, but also worse. There’s less actual damage than I’d expected, but there’s a lot more signs of strain than I’d like. If we keep going through transitions like that something major might blow. Trouble is I don’t know what will go, and I can’t adjust the jump engines to go easy on every part at the same time. If I knew what was at the highest risk of failing I could increase the load elsewhere to lighten it on that component, but right now it could be almost anything that goes.”
“How many more transitions can we make?”
“It’s not really how many
