"...I need to loosen you up, somehow." Neil said, kicking his feet off the table and shifting his weight so his body swung to land feet first on the ground. "Let's get to it, Lonney." 

"Aye, mate!" 

Neil hopped up onto the chair in the cockpit and undid the sublight engines before prepping the ship for Hyperspace. He made sure the Hyperdrive was powered up, and he was confident it was, he grinned. "Let's punch it." he said to Lonney, drawing the words out. Of course, getting into a tide was much more complicated than just that, and Neil needed to wait for the exact right moment to set the ship off. Even with the advanced hull of this ship, if he started the R.I.P. drive at the wrong time, they would end up slicing through asteroids or being ripped apart by the chaotic energies of space-time.

He decided to check the files of the ship as they waiting, poking and seeing if there was any kind of music they could be playing. Not that he thought he'd find any he knew of. There were at least 73 million kinds of music out there. Maybe there was a search system... 

The beacon went off, and even if it hadn't, Neil could feel the ship catching the drift with the engines.

"Aaaand now." He pushed the lever forward, and the seemingly stationary ship suddenly elongated in the phenomenon known as 'warp-motion' and the [i]Highlander[/i] was thrust into one of the tides of the immaterium in the span of a second. Stars suddenly warped before his eyes, and then the physical space outside of the cockpit was no longer visible. Instead, one could see deep, cascading blue and purple colors billowing and lapping at the ship, and an elongated tunnel before him piercing through the colors. He suddenly felt queasy and with a sense of vertigo, but it would pass shortly. 

Now, as long as no Warp Krakens or Void Sharks appeared in this realm of R.I.P. space, they were safe from all harm except prolonged exposure to Hyperspace. That was fairly bad for one's health, mental and physical. He hoped Sayeeda didn't have any kind of sickness, either. Being stuck on one ship with the same air for long periods of time was bad when one was sick, even with the filtration systems of the life support. Luckily, the journey to two systems away only took a day, maybe less. 
[@Penny]