Riga delicate

Riga Delicate

Riga manipulated the controls of her spaceship. It was quite delicate and she was a gal. Not a galy gal a bossy critical thinking one. She flicked the started button on the control and the reactor came to life. She looked out of the viewing window. It was clear to go. She increased the power and felt positive lift. Good to go. With a twist of her hand the ship lifted. Anti gravity was now in ascencion. The silver mirror smooth ship lifted. The green crystal reactor powered it. She could cut in the fusion drive engine. Then it would be loud and visual. A huge orange flame radiation free giving extra power. It worked better with an audience and when visible. The anti grav system was good when invisible. Nobody knew you were there! Not like with the rocket engine. The reactor power level was almost infinite. Riga wondered what it could power and for how long? A city for a what? A million years? Right now Riga flew through the clouds and up high. The sun was faint hazy disc. The small gal deftly manipulated the controls. This ship was easy to fly. She could fly by mind but that was boring. By hand and eye was old skool. That was Riga. She adored this silver vehicle. Now it was part of her. She went sight seeing. Where to today? The pyramids were fine this ship had built them. How about France's deepest lake? Going seeing what was inside it? She would do that. Riga changed course and headed east. Today would be a good day.