Now and then, though, there's got to be that pilot that relishes the uncontrolled space of a distant frontier system, a vast universe of huge distances dominated by gravity. No traffic control, no civilization, no urgent timeline to get the ship landed, unloaded, serviced, reloaded and launched again and time for some fun: computing the vectors by hand, touching up the trajectory just right, and performing an unpowered aerocapture around the target world, perhaps wistfully thinking of the naked blonde girl he met years ago on another frontier world, somewhat ashamed that stories of that encounter have been turned into prurient recruiting material that the imperial scout service peddles to imperial teenagers: