“...gravity waves. Can’t know without an active scan, and then they’d see us for sure. Accelerated to…” More static. “...of lightspeed. As good as we’ll get. Rendezvous with Agamemnon forecast in…” She looked away at something, probably a screen from the glow on her face. “...eighty thousand years. God bless the engineers who designed the radiation… hope it’s enough. Probably not. But what more could we do? Captain Fenrir would’ve wanted us to try. There’s no other destination that hasn’t gone dark. Can’t spare the power for anything else, or they’ll see through the blackbody.” 