Teleportation or its equivalent.
Gone the subjective passage of hours in hyper-space.
Earned—if you were strong enough or brave enough to earn it—the ability to travel instantly from one humanoid world to another. Instantly. Perhaps from any one point on any humanoid world to any one point, precise, specific, exact, on another world.
To plunder.
Or assassinate.
Or control the lives of men, everywhere.
Sans ship.
Sans fear.
Sans the possibility of being caught or stopped.
Sweating, Garr Symm said: “Bring the Dog Star down after them, Ramar Chind.”