a small usu. short-range aircraft or spaceship
Then all three went out to the flitter. A tiny speedster, really; a torpedo bearing the stubby wings and the ludicrous tail-surfaces…characteristic of the tricky, cranky, but ultra-maneuverable breed.
Small flitters were powered and made ready, and everything that carried manual controls was inspected and cleaned for action.
The small flitters carried by the Queen for exploration work held with comfort a two-man crew—with crowding, three.
The flitter—an air sled intended to hold three men and supplies for exploring trips on strange worlds—was first stripped of all non-essentials until what remained was not much more than the pilot’s seat and the motor.
You delivered sixty-four barrage monitors, five hundred and twelve patrol flitters, a large number of multiple resonators, energetics, wasps and hand-weapons. These accord with the original order.
Raf Kurbi, flitter pilot and techneer, lay on the padded shock cushion of his assigned bunk and stared with wide, disillusioned eyes at the stretch of stark, gray metal directly overhead.
The cost of the flitter craft used by Crystal Singers in the ranges was staggering; the sonic cutting gear that had to be tuned to the user was also expensive and a variety of other items whose purpose was not yet known to her were basic Singer’s tools.
At the landing strip where commuters from Enrique and Pellucidar once had parked their flitters after flying in for the weekend, he checked out his own, an ‘83 model with sharply raked lines and a sophisticated moire-pattern skin, now somewhat pitted and rusted by neglect.
But it still was smarter than the hunters and flitters, who had their own sounds.
The view from the roof bore comparison with what he saw from his flitter before he landed…
On the third day her parents took her on a trip by flitter.
The flitter tumbled from the shimmering throat of the wormhole transit route from Port Sol to Earthport. Louise Ye Armonk peered out of the cramped cabin, looking for Earth. Mark sat beside her, a bookslate on his lap.
Flitters buzzed through the air between the spires, and brass skinned vacuum-blimps loomed over the stinking roar. They added their own unique shadows to the fuming darkness we tradesiders scurried through.
Edward E. Smith, 'The Vortex Blaster'
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