It had been seven days since the Voyager entered FTL, and in that time, they'd covered distances that would have taken conventional spacecraft millennia to traverse. Tens of billions of kilometers had fallen away behind them, the Oort Cloud's inner boundary already passed, its outer edge approaching rapidly.
For Liam, the past week had been simultaneously eventful and monotonous. The paradox of faster-than-light travel meant covering impossible distances while experiencing nothing—no landmarks, no reference points, just the strange warping of space around their warp bubble and the unsettling sensation of motion that his brain couldn't properly process.
He'd spent most of the time training, though not with the brutal intensity of previous weeks. Light exercises, refinement rather than expansion, keeping his skills sharp without pushing his limits. The progress was minimal, barely noticeable, but it kept him occupied during the endless hours of transit.
