Riga Command

 

Riga Command

It was flight time. Riga wore a black and yellow sports top with dark green combat trousers. Riga flew her craft in a straight line to see what the maximum speed was. She advanced the large single silver throttle forwards. It had a large degree of movement and was shaped like a big cock. Her viewing window was open. Outside was black space. A void of nothing. Stars glittered in clear form. Not inhibited or enhanced by any atmosphere. They were as they were. Of course, they were old. If a star was five light years away then that was what she was seeing now. How it looked five light years ago. Her flying disc advanced rapidly. The stars moved on by increasing speed. Her craft was propelled by a fusion reactor drive. The control was all the way forward. A simple display of numbers hovered in front of Riga. Like a fancy hologram. It was the velocity calibrated to miles per hour. The numbers were light blue. Different coloured stars were shifting along. Like marbles brushed away. On and on the craft went. Was there no top speed? She was at half-light speed now! Riga shrieked and clapped her hands. This was awesome! The stars were now like lines. White red yellow even green lines on the blackness of space. She needed to be careful not to hit any debris. Imagine hitting a comet or asteroid! Her protective shields were up but they were not bullet proof. Meaning not one hundred percent protective. No system was. A sense of velocity was now there. There was no acceleration. Just lights whizzing past. That was enough. Riga crossed light speed and kept on going. She was far away from Earth. The Sun was smaller. How much faster could she go? Should she wait and see or was this enough? Well Riga? How fast is fast enough? Just a bit more…

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