“If you’re falling off a cliff you may as well try to fly, you’ve got nothing to lose.” - John Sheridan (Babylon 5) c/- RecklessPrudence
Douglas Adams once said that flying is the art of throwing oneself at the ground and missing. J. M. Barrie thought that flight required pixie dust and happy thoughts.
The truth is far more complicated. Especially when traveling at terminal velocity towards impending doom.
“Can’t you shadow-jump us somewhere?” said Rael over their comms. Trying to talk directly over the rushing air was futile.
“Three words: conservation of momentum. We’d be shadow-jumpin’ until next week.”
“What about your force-twiddling?”
“I cannae break th’ laws o’ physics! I can only bend them a wee time. An I already got too much interest as it is.”
“So what else have you got?”
“Life raft.” He could see that she was digging into her sub-dimensional ‘pockets’, coming out with random debris that either floated away from them or winked out of existence. “Some bloody where.”
“A life raft? We’re in the air!”
She pulled out a small blimp with wings, strapped the both of them in, and flipped a switch.
“It’s a life raft from an air ship,” she said.
“Why are there trilobites all over it?” Rael asked. Anything to distract him from the alarming whine of the little engine’s furiously flapping wings.
“Long story.”
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