Impossible Flying

The realization hit Vexa like a physical blow to the chest.

All her life she'd been the only one, the freak and the prodigy who could see the invisible threads of the void while everyone else stumbled blindly through the dark and now, dancing through the deadliest asteroid graveyard in the sector, was a battered gunmetal corvette flying with the exact same terrifying miraculous intuition.

"Don't you dare run away from me!" she shouted, half laughing and half pleading, her purple hair whipping around her face as she threw the Mirage into an even harder burn.

She began to match his madness move for move.

When the Wanderer-7 pulled an inverted ninety-degree dive around a rotating nickel spire and scraped its harpoon housing along the rock, Vexa rolled the opposite way, cut through the spire's gravity pocket and came out right on his tail, eight hundred meters behind him!