"Ready as I'll ever be." Her hand rested on the stick, strangely relaxed. "Problem with those shuttles is that you can't take 'em any faster than 25 m/s."
The countdown continued.
"Four. Three." Sophie leaned forward, preparing to accelerate.
"Two." She wondered how Achillies had felt the first time he'd slid into the cockpit. Then- "One." There wasn't any time to think any further as she kicked the bird into overdrive, her entire being focused on the roar of the engines as they shot into space, the blackness spinning around them.