“Transition to normal space in three… two… one.”
The prismatic spectrum of the Flashpoint tunnel slipped from view. Inky darkness of normal space flowed into its wake as they glided beyond the wormhole’s event horizon. T’bia nodded to herself, prodding the navigation controls. “Transition complete. Flashpoint generator powered down. Welcome back to the border of Sol’s no-fly-zone.”
“I doubt we’ll be shot down. Even so…” Jadyn’s legs slipped off the copilot console as he stretched to make contact with the cloaking controls. “They can’t shoot at what they can’t see. Cloak protocols active.”