Skimming lightly across the liquid flames, the radiation sails’d gotten so hot, they’d changed state into plasma, held in place by the fields of the schooner they propelled. It was a job that only the brave could get and the insane keep, running about the decks, fighting the most powerful forces in the galaxies and beating them to shape your will.

All this while your passengers and cargo huddled in the center mass of the ship, paying fealty to the Ferry Men. All men feared them, all law respected them. It was a powerful, being one of the few Men twisted enough to ride the waves of stars, one capable of guiding inter-galactic travel.

The ship vibrated as it accelerated, sloughing plasma from it’s prow charging for an immenint flare. A concussion blasted through the hull as it caught the flare and followed a short orbit through the atmosphere. Turning it’s prow towards the surface a point of light appeared before the ship, outshining the star for the briefest moment before it extinguished, the ship was gone.