Our blocky little ship spun around and pointed nose-first into the jump zero, ignoring the precious radiation shield plate at the back of the ship. There was no radiation spike as our delicate prow entered the zero, however, and the external sensors noted our departure from the normal three dimensions; we’d definitely gone somewhere. There appeared to be nothing else to look at, though. The multiple-spectrum forward sensing array remained dark, not showing the fast-moving tunnel we were used to.

One of the pilots experimentally tapped the portside thruster. We all felt the acceleration but no indication of our turn was seen on the screen. Harrigan tapped at his chair.

“10% thrust, please.”

The engines warmed up again, spitting exotic particles and radiation backwards and inducing a forward movement to our ship. Still nothing.

“Where the hell have you taken us now, carto?”

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