Darktraders

TWO SHIPS SAT ON THE FIELD They was 'leggers and pirates equipped with the standard box of tricks. Tractors to lock them on to a ship or free-floating cargo, guns that could angle to protect a ship on the ground. And a nasty sense of civic duty. They was going to hold us on the heavy-side and hammer us to death. They hoped. I gave Ghost Dance all the go-devils in the inventory, to where I was sure something was going to cut loose and blow. She started pulling away, and the view-screens went fade-to-black as the darktraders on the field gunned their engines to hold her. I opened a wide channel. Both ships would hear it. "This is Ghost Dance. We've got fifteen plates of goforth and nothing to lose. You boys want to be serious nonfiction you just hang on; I guarantee to wrap you around the first lamppost in angeltown.'' No answer. Just the howl of an open circuit. Dance was starting to shake. "I mean it. When you forged your First Tickets, anybody tell you what happens you Jump too deep in a gravity well?" Silence. "Want to find out?"