Taken from The Hidden Realm, by Adrian Kyte

The loss of gravity brought about a sudden discomfort for Gerrid; the
only sense of up or down maintained by a superimposed view of planet
Earth receding in an illusory transparent nose of the craft, and the seat
straps fixing him down. He was glad not to have eaten for over six
hours – and yet he knew this would be unlikely to prevent him from
vomiting. L76/Roidon did not seem to be showing any symptoms of
nausea, but he had no trouble identifying it in Gerrid.
‘We've been weightless for a while,’ Roidon said. ‘It's only now our
acceleration has dropped off that you're noticing it.’
‘Then please,’ pleaded Gerrid, ‘crank up the thrust again.’
‘The power cells need to be conserved – and in any case, we're no
longer being pursued. It seems the Darangi had not anticipated this
being a space vessel.’
‘They'll follow us. They’re Just keeping a low profile, I guess.’
‘They're not registering on any spectral frequencies, at least within a
thousand ks.’
Even at Mach-15, the moon's approach was only just perceptible.
This type of craft was originally designed to skim the outer edges of
Earth’s atmosphere, only the two added-on fusion engines gave it short
boosts for escape velocity and double the standard acceleration for a
hyperjet. During the initial thrust the fuselage creaked so badly it was a
relief it hadn't broken apart.
With engines off line, the combined effects of zero g without
acceleration had turned Gerrid's stomach along with the fluid in his
ears. The lunar surface filled the view-screen at an alarming rate, its
illuminated face causing the image to fade to a tolerable level.
‘We're going too fast,’ Gerrid heard himself say, after a bout of
vomiting; the words as much of a reflex as his stomach's reaction.
‘I don't want to use reverse thrust in space; have to conserve power,’
Roidon explained. ‘Going to pull us up into an orbit, so brace yourself.’
The moon's edge fell away, and pullback force kicked in
reassuringly as a burst of thrust pushed down against its subtle gravity.
‘We've got rid of the momentum,’ Roidon informed. ‘Just need to
bring us down from orbit.’
‘How many times have you done this?’ Gerrid wondered.
‘A few.’
Landing was smooth – even though Roidon activated the retros from
only about a hundred metres above the surface. He had steered the craft
using a topographic scanner alone; the moon base emitted no signals.
They still had a couple of kilometres to walk from landing. The
contrast was striking; craterous ridges of the horizon pin-sharp as if
they were only a few metres away, under jet-black sky. The sensation of
lunar g felt liberating and joyous to Gerrid after the discomfort of the
journey. Light-headed, he leaped along in a child-like reverie, causing
moon dust to fly up, oblivious to Roidon until he felt a tap on his back.
‘I too have experienced the release and the liberation of those first
few steps,’ Roidon said soberly through his comm. ‘But you'll get use
to it.’
‘I always wondered what it would be like – tried it on an AR
program. But it never had anything like the impact of actually being
here.’
‘We need to get a move on.’ He gestured towards the base.
The base was built into a side of a crater. The entrance was nothing
but a hatch, which appeared to have been carved out, until Roidon
pressed a rocky protrusion to make the hatch open.
They descended dark grey stairs to a harshly-lit yellow tunnel,
stopping at a darker grey door along the side. Roidon produced a shiny
elongated metal object, pushing it into a hole, to then turn counter-
clockwise; the door opened inwards by simply pushing down a handle.
He'd said he had an assistant and Gerrid, with other matters on his
mind, didn't question this any further; but presently a mental image
formed of how she would appear under a concealing white lab-coat –
rather like an AR fantasy figure from one of his first adult
experientials............

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