Sayeeda punched the keyboard again and arrived at the same answer.

"Well," she said sinking back into the chair with a grim chuckle, "I suppose we can always eat Taya."

She had run a half dozen different ration scenarios and even at extreme rationing they would only just make it to the as yet unnamed planet. That would exhaust their food and there was no guarantee the place was settled or that there was any indigenous food they could eat. Also it would use up any safety margin they had, so if it didn't pan out they would have no choice but to risk an all or nothing jump.

"we are goin gto have to make the jump," she said glumly.

"Even if I go back into cryo it will be tight, and there is no gaurntee you will have the power to wake me up again."

"We are going to have to jump on number two and hope that the RIP isnt completely set against us." The analogy betwen the RIP and a tide was not perfect, a ship could make way even against a moderate current providing it wasn't in total opposition. Given a spherical orientation such a coincidence was extremely unlikely. But worse things happend in war time.

"I guess we are just going to have to fire it up and hope the containment shield holds and the navi computer dosent totally fry."