She had no such hang-ups. They needed to act. The safe translation probability was at 84.5%. It would have to be good enough. She instructed the Dragon to commence its translation into metaspace. Ondo"s hand moved as if he planned to override her, but he stopped himself. She felt the translation process beginning; the flutter in her stomach, the accelerating headlong rush that was a plummeting fall and a soaring high-g rush at the same time. The Dragon completed its translation calculations as it powered up its metaspace projectors.
They were half-translated out of reality when the Concordance ship arrived. Ondo had explained to her the dangers of a ghost translation, of intersecting with another ship as it dropped into normal space at the precise moment they jumped out. It was a vanishi
