Junebug had the sudden and unpleasant sensation that her skin was being slowly peeled from her body with laser scalpels. She didn't quite scream, having learned from long experience to expect the worst when inserting into the RIP. There had been rare cases of people suffering psychological breaks although Sayeeda had always felt that the RIP was a trigger for an underlying condition rather than a cause in and of itself. As quickly as the sensation assailed her it dropped away and she shivered and drew a deep breath, relieved to be past an unavoidable unpleasantness. Unavoidable, only if she wanted to keep traveling the stars of course.

Outside the viewpoint the infinite light and energy of the RIP blazed and streaked past as the currents took hold of the ship. She took a moment to savor the vista, her first as captain of her very own ship. For a moment she didn't care about credits and just started in wonder at the blazing majesty of this strange other universe.

"A'reckon about 38 hours to calculated jump point," the ships AI brogued, breaking the moment and Sayeeda looked around the bridge, Neil did not seem to have suffered any ill effects from the insertion. There really was nothing to do now but wait. She unfastened her harnass and stood up and stretched.

"Well, it seems we have two days to kill."

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