BD514's engines clamour back to life once clearance comes through from Traffic Control, and the ship begins climbing back up towards the stars. The system coming in from the Western Sea has abated somewhat, but there's still enough rain and a strong enough headwind to slow down the ship's ascent by a good two hours. Soon enough though the crew have cleared Castrovel's atmosphere and assume a stationary orbit.
That's when the magic starts. BD514's conventional thrusters shut off as Akari inputs the coordinates towards Akiton; after a minute a light purple portal opens up in front of the ship... and envelops BD514.
The crew finds itself within an empty, endless purple void. A familiar site to all present to be sure.
The Drift. A gift from the goddess Triune to mortal civilizations. A transitive plane that exists conterminously with the Material World, serving as a connective pathway across the length and breadth of the galaxy. It's a sight one rarely get's tired of...
...Oh but who has time for ruminations on the nature of existence and the place of mortals in the plan of gods?! There's berries need delivering! And based on the coordinates Akari punched in, they should reach Akiton with time to spare. Now, how to whittle away two days...