Interlude

Posted on 29 Dec 2019 @ 10:49am by Petty Officer 3rd Class Constantin Vansen

304 words; about a 2 minute read

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Does anyone know the concept of slingshot flight?

It's when you take our vessel, most likely some rusty bucket of non-Federation approved pirate/smuggler vessel, kill the engines and use gravity around planets to accelerate. Slingshot yourself around the various moons of Mars, or Venus, or somewhere outside the Sol system.

It's not safe. I can tell you that for free. It can get you crushed into some minor moon before you can say skritz. I have only ever done it once and I can safely say I wasn't the one flying. I have witnessed it a handful of times, competitions done by the riffraff of the universe too bored to find something better to do and too eager to gamble to find something safer to do. The Ferengi enjoy watching it, but they never partake themselves. Ships, even rustbuckets, cost a lot.

Anyway, where was I going with this? I think sometimes, a lot of us go through life like that. Slingshot. No engine, bare minimum life support, slingshooting around the gravity wells of other people. And if we aren't careful...

We'll crash into one, quicker than you can draw breath.

Which is sort of why I am now in bed, the medication turned up and various bone-denisity medication injected directly into my skeleton. My slingshot of life crashed into someone else, rather physically, and apart from the broken bones and mild concussion, I have...been utterly useless lately.

Well. Nothing a bit of medication and a regenerator can't fix. Before you know it, I will be back on my feet, under a console to try and fix something that got broken by wear, tear and stupidity. And I'll patch it up as well as the doctors here can patch up a person.

Until the next slingshot.

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