"We don't have a top speed, just a top 'thrust' force of three gees, so unless it's got a frankly ridiculous way of moving, we can accel much faster, given our relative size."

She sighs warmly and smiles.

A nervous laughter escapes her and a brilliant smile cuts across her face.

She stares at its fins long enough to recognize what she is looking at and gasps. "Solar sails!" She bounces in place and points. "It's fins are solar sails!"

Sable bops her forehead with the heel of her palm, then shakes her head. "Of course! Ugh, w—I feel like a ditz for not thinking of that. That's so fucking cool."

She glances at the two of them. "Second best day of my life, easily." She whispers.

"Glad you've had a better day than this one, because this is far out." Eve smiles and stretches, looking out at the whole scene; the starfield, the nebula, and the filter-feeder (?) floating through it.

It's hard to beat... becoming a... Even in her own mind she has trouble saying the words. She sighs.

As they brave getting closer to the beast, they spot a crab on its skin.

"That's a crab." She lies, knowing full well that she must have told a falsehood.

"But why would there be crabs in space -" 

The crab bunches its many legs on the surface of the beast, and leaps towards the ship. 

"It's coming this way!"

"CRAAAAAB!"

"Shit!" She cranks the attitude orb hard, pitching up and yawing right, aiming perpendicular to their previous course and also angled firmly away. She pushes the throttle all the way to the maximum, aiming to get as much distance as possible and dodge it. "Shit shit shit shit shit."

It's getting closer, gliding silently across the void toward them. She's trying to dodge it as best she can, but it has a little gas bladder it can use to course correct.

"Everybody brace!"

She grips her seat as best she can, it's a little awkward since she's still in her wing suit. A noise reverberates throughout the cabin as the ship rocks with the impact.

"Are we ok? Are we damaged?"

She looks over a few readouts. "We're not leaking anywhere, so the hull's holding at least. Gouged the plating pretty hard, though." She shakes her head.

"We need firepower on this thing. Either we need to find someone in Rorch's black market, or we need to look elsewhere, but we need a pair of turret cars."

"Turret cars sound awesome." She briefly tries to imagine how many sick jumps she would have to make to afford such a thing and gives up. "How do you even afford such a thing? I've only ever made pocket change through parkour."

"We can sell things from one world in Rorch, found a popular commodity, but also train cars are basically free for the taking if you have a locomotive. The problem is that turret cars are essentially a black or grey market product. Getting a new one made is expensive, and any abandoned ones are scooped up quick."

"Huh, y'know... I actually know some people who might be able to set you up with something. And are in the market for the services of a trainship." They're gonna love this.

"Oh really." Sable grins sharply. "Get the armament I crave in return for ferrying some friends of yours around? I think your deal sounds very interesting, Miss Strawberry."

I suppose it's technically Miss Shortcake now, huh? "Hah... yeah, I should give them a call, there's worry about opsec, since there might be dangerous people to us in one of the Earths, but they could really use you." She remembers the Orichalcum train that Fib was making. "And potentially provide amazing armor."

"We'd need details, and I need to talk with my girlfriend before agreeing to anything, but that sounds very tempting."

"Let's head back to the Academy for now?" 

"Works for me, I still need to figure out what the hell's going on there."

"It's mostly colorful pseudo-Japanese lesbians in colleges as far as the eye can see. Alongside weirdly indistinct ghosts and one monster that I've seen."

"Huh. That's certainly a way for a place to be..."