The Polpolgu ship is impressive: fast, maneuverable. My chief thinks they’re twenty years ahead of us technologically; the Polpolgu are certain it’s forty.
But we have an advantage ourselves: humans have been in this system for nearly a hundred years. We know the orbital path of every object larger than a pebble, mapped every gravitational anomaly. We have the home field advantage.
My ship will be the first across the finish line. I can’t wait to see the look on the Polpolgu Captain’s face when the Viceroy hands me the trophy. I hear they turn bright colors when they’re angry.