Quite honestly, you could strap those engines to just about anything and it could make escape velocity.
That’s what the man had said when he’d sold them the refurbished hulk for an amazingly cheap price. He’d said not to turn the gravity on until they were at least two hundred clicks on their way.
What he’d neglected to mention was that any motor can achieve escape velocity if used in a cumulative fashion. Especially when already in the vacuum of space.
He also neglected to mention that the decor peeled right off when exposed to atmosphere.
And that the gravity drives were non-existent.
He failed to mention the lingering smell or, for that matter, that smoke got into the air vents if the engines were pushed past the amber line beyond two degrees. He also neglected to tell them about the infestation of Oshits, now hyperactive that there was atmosphere again.
Proving, once more, that one must never purchase a vehicle from a dealer with “Honest” in their name. Especially if it’s in inverted commas.
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