Marcus Freeman took his seat on the Express BFR Mk III. He looked around, most of the other passengers had the nervous grimace of virgin space tourists. Men and women of all sorts of nationalities, laughing and joking with each other in every language, all muffled by the flight suits they all wore. Most of the suits were plain white, emblazoned with the SpaceX logo, although a few had various insignia's from sponsoring countries and organisations. In truth he wasn't much of a space veteran, having only been to space once before on the Voyager BFR Mk II, but it was an extended stay of around 55 days, and involved a trip down to the moon.
"What class are you going to be in when we reach the Space Port Freedom?"
A woman sitting nearby had noticed him looking around, and struck up conversation.
"Oh, I'm not actually staying at Port, I'm assisting in the installation of M.O.P.2 down on Alpha." Marcus replied. That was the other reason he wasn't feeling nervous, the company had given him extensive training for this, unlike the one month "how not to die" training that the tourists got.
"Does that mean you get to go for free?!" The woman asked. She was pretty looking. Asian, probably Korean, but with no noticeable accent that Marcus could discern, so he assumed she was American. "I can't believe how much I've spent on this," she continued, "my husband nearly killed me, but it's Space, you know. I've been dreaming about this since I was a child. Probably even earlier than that."
"You've been dreaming about this before you were a child?" Marcus laughed. She was clearly nervous. "Yes, I get to go for free. This is actually my second trip to space and the second time I will have been down to the lunar surface. So I should say thank you to you and your husband, as you're paying for my trip!" A bit too arrogant there. He was going for jokey, but he wasn't quite sure he'd hit the mark. He decided to try sympathy next. "Don't worry, these things are unbelievably safe now. The Mark III BFR should be officially safe enough for children to fly on within the next 5 years, except for under 12's due to the G Forces produced during descent."
She smiled. "Well if they can get the cost down further, maybe we can have a family vacation next time".
Just then a chiming music began playing and the passenger section lit up blue. "Time to buckle up" Marcus said, smiling at the woman again. Not that he had much chance with her if she had a husband, although who knows what she was going into space to experience. The 500 mile high club was a big draw for tourists.
The slightly ironically named flight attendants were coming round, checking to see that everyone was buckled in correctly, and that everyone's flight suit was active. SpaceX had clearly tried to make the initial checks feel as close to an airlines as possible, but unlike an air flight, the attendants wouldn't be coming too. The BFR had no attendants and no pilots, everything was computer controlled.
10 minutes later, and the countdown had been locked in. On the giant screen at the head of the passenger section, it showed a livestream of the Enterprise BFR sitting proud on it's booster, and blue skies smiling down. There had been some worry that high winds would stop the launch, and the 155 passengers would have to disembark and try again the next day. But thankfully the winds had settled down.
"How long are you staying for?" Marcus asked the woman. "Just 2 weeks," she replied back. It was harder to talk now, the flight suits had taken over the supply of air to the passengers, making talking normally almost impossible. Instead, you could choose to talk to anyone on the ship (or telephone anyone off it) using the controls on the arm rest, the sound being piped in through speakers. Marcus had chosen to keep talking to the woman. "How long are you staying for?" she asked him back. "Are you staying on Freedom before going down to the moon?"
"Yes, I have a three day stay at Port Freedom before the Vanguard Translunar Ship will be ready to return to Lunar orbit. It will actually be at the Port when we arrive, but it's refuelling one of the Hermes tankers, and having cargo removed.
"How much cargo could be on the Vanguard, I thought it was just a tanker?" Marcus was surprised she knew that. "It is, but there are 5 seats for crew as well, and a small hold for cargo." The woman smiled. "Well if you are at the port for a couple days and have some free time, come find me!" She was definitely flirting with him. "Thanks but you'll be throwing up for the first few days. I'd rather miss that!" Smooth, idiot. "I promise I'll recover quickly, come find me Mr Freeman". She'd read his last name from the seating chart on the arm rest that let them communicate with each other. He realised he hadn't asked for her first name. He'd also not been paying attention to launch clock which read less than 30 seconds.
"Okay I will come find you if your husband doesn't mind! And I'm sorry, I haven't asked for your name."
"No you still haven't. It's Emily. And Ex-husband."
Just then, the engines kicked off with a roar, and it got far too loud to talk.