In FTL phase, the faster…the easier. Until you want to stop. You don’t want to lose your secondary hyperdrive before you make the return jump to standard phase…crossing the fold.

Ever try to dock at 3.7c? Try standing on a wing, useless as it is in inverse dilation. Streamers of light literally screaming in your ears through seventeen layers of zylon-knitted polymer, you on the astral plane, tethered by the meekest cord to this bestial canister feeding you air chewing your food.

Have you ever sat outside a spacecraft, far outpacing light, facing a nearby star as the sky flags silver and black, just to spit into the solar wind?

drop a penny from this height…

it will never cross the fold again. Sometimes I wonder…will I?