The moon breathes; the machine drinks the breath and makes fire.
An artistic imagining, rendered procedurally, of a propellant tanker flying a low pass through the water geysers of Enceladus - catching vapour from the erupting curtain in a ram scoop at the nose, cracking it into propellant in the drums along its spine, and leaving again on a lance of thrust made from the moon's own breath. Cassini really did find Enceladus's south-polar plumes to be mostly water vapour and ice from the tiger-stripe fractures, and flew through them as low as about 49 km in 2015, and water is a genuine propellant feedstock; a ship that mines a plume in flight and refuels from it is speculation.Image: poweringspace.com. Artistic imagining.