CHAPTER 4
From the co-pilot chair on the bridge, Tarkos sent the command to disengage the dock from the Savannah Runner. The starsleeve fell away, no longer accelerating. Tarkos took a deep breath, forcing himself to think of the sensation of microgravity as floating rather than as falling. He turned up the bridge’s ventilation system till cold air blew on his face, to help with the nausea. In a moment the disorientation passed, and he turned his attention back to the controls.
The cruiser pinged the ship, and then Bria took command remotely, slaving the starsleeve controls as she slipped the crafts together into clasp. Tarkos reviewed the systems without interfering. In a few minutes, a deep shudder spread through the starsleeve, and then his implants signaled the meshing of contr
