The ship decelerated into orbit over the planet Junkion. As everything came into focus after the FTL jump, a rusty red orb wreathed in pale blue clouds rose
beneath them. Lightning flashed erratically and rapidly, a hint at the violence brewing within them.
"Is the site clear?" Lutrex asked, leaning forward in the command seat. He seemed much restored now, his armor repaired and his movements unhindered.
CB spun in his seat twice, then consulted a screen on the console to his right. "Bzzt! Thank you for playing!"
A round of unappreciative comments arose. "Slagging conveniant." DN groused, "how close can you get us?"
"The next valley over has some scenic spots, good schools, even a Starbucks! But no ion clouds."
Blazestorm took a look at CBs sensor screen. "Can we fly under the ion clouds?"
"No, Blazestorm. If we try that, we'll attract an Ion bolt as much as if we flew right in. We have to land in the next valley over and find a land route." Lutrex sighed.
The LoC dove into Junk's thin atmosphere and cruised over a landscape of detritus from the galaxy over. Most of it had long since rusted, creating a jagged red landscape. Occasionally the stubborn bit of fresh refuse would stand like a colorful blemish. In the middle of this sea of garbage was the remainder of the top deck of a battleship, the flat armored section discarded like a used plate. Slowing to a hover, the ship gingerly set down on this rare patch of relatively solid ground.
Then the ship lurched a little. For a moment, everyone was silent, listening intently.
"You're sure this is the best place to land?" DN asked.
"I'm positive!"
"Positive sure or positive optimistic?"
CB just twiddled his thumbs.
"If this plate hasn't sunk by now, the ship will be safe for a short visit." Lutrex reassured, "but we should step carefully out their. No explosives unless necessary. And try not to fly too high."
The landing ramp lowered and the landing party filed out, taking in the arid vista. Nothing moved, and the only sound except themselves was the wind.
"Is the site clear?" Lutrex asked, leaning forward in the command seat. He seemed much restored now, his armor repaired and his movements unhindered.
CB spun in his seat twice, then consulted a screen on the console to his right. "Bzzt! Thank you for playing!"
A round of unappreciative comments arose. "Slagging conveniant." DN groused, "how close can you get us?"
"The next valley over has some scenic spots, good schools, even a Starbucks! But no ion clouds."
Blazestorm took a look at CBs sensor screen. "Can we fly under the ion clouds?"
"No, Blazestorm. If we try that, we'll attract an Ion bolt as much as if we flew right in. We have to land in the next valley over and find a land route." Lutrex sighed.
The LoC dove into Junk's thin atmosphere and cruised over a landscape of detritus from the galaxy over. Most of it had long since rusted, creating a jagged red landscape. Occasionally the stubborn bit of fresh refuse would stand like a colorful blemish. In the middle of this sea of garbage was the remainder of the top deck of a battleship, the flat armored section discarded like a used plate. Slowing to a hover, the ship gingerly set down on this rare patch of relatively solid ground.
Then the ship lurched a little. For a moment, everyone was silent, listening intently.
"You're sure this is the best place to land?" DN asked.
"I'm positive!"
"Positive sure or positive optimistic?"
CB just twiddled his thumbs.
"If this plate hasn't sunk by now, the ship will be safe for a short visit." Lutrex reassured, "but we should step carefully out their. No explosives unless necessary. And try not to fly too high."
The landing ramp lowered and the landing party filed out, taking in the arid vista. Nothing moved, and the only sound except themselves was the wind.
