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"Platinum talks an' bullshit walks", the engineer said with a grin and chuckled.  "You'll be speakin' their language, Miss Scarlett... touch their greedy little hearts, ye will."  Jim yawned and stretched, then added, "It's been a long day, ma'am, so I need t' git some shuteye.  I'll let you have th' upper bunk so's I kin git t' th' controls if'n anything happens.  There's a readin' light up thar if'n ye want t' read.  That work fer ye?"

Jim walked the couple of steps to the bridge controls and set his proximity alarm system to maximum, so that he'd get the most warning if something approached the Xiurong while they rested.

- Jim

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"That sounds fine Mr. Duncan.  I 've got some waves I need to catch up on. I'll pipe em through to the ear sets so I don't disturb you."  She stood up in the cramped cabin and managed to crawl up to the upper bunk. Her years running around in the station's service tube came in handy. Normally she wouldn't bed down in her jeans, in fact she knew she would likely regret it if she did, but she wasn't comfortable with Mr. Duncan to just wear a t-shirt or nightie. She could always pry them off herself once she was under the covers in the bunk. She placed one of her pistols under her pillow. Not that she was concerned about Jim, more she didn't need any external surprises. She clipped the ear set in and pulled up an Alexis Steele wave on her Cortex.
-Scarlett

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Jim settled into his bunk, said a quick prayer for a successful mission, and was asleep in under five minutes.  The light from the bunk above him went unnoticed, as he had learned long ago to ignore all distractions and catch sleep when he could.

- Jim

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OOC - Waiting to see where you want to take this, Kevin.  Should we arrive at St. Michael or...?

- Mike tpo Jim

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OOC:I'm good with jumping forward. Chances are we will have some chronology issues when we get back, but I sure we can work something out.
-Kevin

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OOC - Good deal.  Let's proceed...

IC - The Xiurong was approaching St. Michael after their relatively short journey, and Jim was monitoring the comm unit, listening to traffic.  "We're almost there, Miss Scarlett.  I'm a'gwine t' hail Approach Control fer a vector", the engineer said with an easy smile.  "Want me t' let th' folks know we're 'bout t' come planetside?"

- Jim

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Scarlett pulled herself out of the bunk having heard Jim's announcement. She climbed down and stood behind the pilot's couch Jim was seated in. "Very good. I would like to take a look at the place before we get our official escorts. We can give them a call when we are on the ground. If that's ok with you of course."

-Scarlett

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"Perfectly good with me, ma'am.  It's your rodeo", he said with a grin.  Jim keyed his comm and said,

="St. Michael Approach Control this is merchantman Xiurong approaching outer marker for St. Michael high orbit.  Requesting approach vector fer St. Michael Spaceport.  Over"=

- Jim

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A brief amount of static came over the com system. =Merchantman Xiurong, this is St Michael control. Please approach Beacon CE234 to begin insertion into restricted spaceport approach. St. Michael is experiencing a strong electrical storm near the spaceport. Your approach will be over the sea from the south.=

Jim knew from his days as Dockmaster that a southern approach would take them in near the Blue Sun facility. Typically the area was forbidden to all but authorized transports. A quick look at the weather systems over the colony did indeed show a monster of a storm bearing down upon the Spaceport. At the moment the skies were open, but it did indicate tremendous instability. They were in for a bumpy ride.

-GM

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"This is gonna be one helluva rough ride, Miss Scarlett.  There's a major storm a'brewin' an' they got us on approach through reestricted airspace near Blue Sun's turf.  We kin try it. if'n ye like, 'er we kin wait 'er out up here.  It's yer call, ma'am."  His little Wren Class freighter was tough for all her 100 tons, and Jim was a decent pilot, although there were many who were better.  (OOC - He's no Wash...)

- Jim

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Scarlett looked at the charts and the closing storm. "Looks like we got a window to make it down, otherwise we could be stuck up here a while. If you are feeling up to a landing I say we go for it. Getting the blood pumping before doing business can be advantageous." She raised an eyebrow playfully at her own remark. She could dock a ship with the station blindfolded, but the whole gravity and weather thing was not her specialty. She hired folks to do that kind of flying. In truth the whole planetside thing was still weird for her. She'd walked on several planets and moons in the verse, but most of her life had been in high orbit or on ships in the Black. She hoped Jim was up to the task.

-Scarlett

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Jim smiled at her vote of confidence and said, "Well, all-righty then, let's do 'er".  He turned and lined the small ship up the specified Beacon CE 234, and began his run to the spaceport.  ="St. Michael Approach this is Xiurong... beginning initial approach on your command through restricted spaceport on designated flight path.  Over"=.  As they came down through the atmosphere, they began to feel the effects of the air turbulence associated with the massive storm.  The effects were magnified in the little Wren class ship, but everything was well within operating parameters.

- Jim

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Ripples of lightening illuminated the cloud mass around them as they dropped through the atmosphere. The Cortex crackled with the atmospheric disturbance as a cold sounding voice came across. =Freighter Xiurong, this is research station BS2316, you are entering a restricted airspace. You will not deviate from your flight plan, you are under our defensive armaments. No scans or recordings of the area are permitted. You will be destroyed. Do you understand.= The message was repeated in Mandarin.

The Xiurong suddenly bounced heavily as it hit turbulence. Scarlett pulled the straps on her jump seat a little tighter.

-GM

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="Xiurong to Research Station BS2316.  Message understood.  No scans or recordings 'er bein' made.  We plan t' hold strictly t' th' approach path assigned by St. Michael Approach Control, as our only goal rat cheer is a safe landing at St. Michael Spaceport.  Over."= 

Jim looked quickly around at Scarlett and said, "Them Blue Sun folks has always been persnickety in dealings wi' anyone near their airspace.  They' always shoot first an' ask questions later, so I'm gonna play 'er straight up an' lay our cards on th' table fer 'em", Jim said.  He return his full attention to maintaining the flight path generated by Approach Control.  "This here's gonna be a rough 'un, fer sure Ma'am", Jim added as he fought the storm's turbulence.  "Lord, keep us from harm an' let us land as planned", the engineer prayed under his breath.

- Jim

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=Very well see that you do.= the voice rather harshly replied. Scarlett looked at Jim. "The Blue Sun folks that bring in the Megahaulers always seem nice enough. Kind of weird to hear them like that. They must be worried about the storm." Indeed Scarlett had only known very professional and courteous employees of the Verse spanning mega corporation. The fact was they brought in a huge amount of money and business to the Skyplex. She also knew their distribution department would do almost anything she asked to keep the port open and secure.

Scarlett looked at the monitors in front of Jim as they continued their descent into the atmosphere. The Xiurong shook violently for several moments, making Scarlett consider the wisdom of chosing to head down. Lightening suddenly bounced off the side of the ship, making a loud crashing sound. A few sparks jumped from the control board. The ship wasn't out of control, but her controls were starting to take a bit to keep flying level.

-GM

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"Keep yore belt tight in yer seat, ma'am", Jim said urgently but calmly.  His hands were firmly on the ship's control yoke as he fought the turbulence around them.  "Make no mistake, Miss Scarlett" Jim said, "Blue Sun wears a smilin' face when it suits 'em, but they can be as cold as death hertsef when they think their interests are bein' riled."  Jim reset a breaker on the controls and exclaimed, "Dang this here's a dickens of a storm!"  He'd have to check the entire electrical system after they landed... just more work... again.

- Jim

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Scarlett gripped the edge of her seat as the turbulence continued. She really wondered why she agreed to this. Dying on a backwaters rim world was not they way she wanted to go. She had dreams of long processions, wealthy guests and possibly a memorial day on some world's calendar. The cabin bucked again and she gave a slight shriek.

Below them the jagged dark ouline of the coast came into view. The tall crystaline tower of the Blue Sun research facility lifted out of the plain of dried lava. The red and green beacons glowed like the supernatural eyes of some sort of great snake lifting itself form the ground. Lightening flashed around them.

-GM

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Jim smiled to reassure Scarlett and said, "Well Miss Scarlett, that there's th' devil in th' details... th' Blue Sun research station.  Given what some folks whispered 'bout things what happened thar, I'd jest as soon set this here ship in th' drink as land thar."  Jim held the little ship on a straight course from Beacon to spaceport, though they were getting brutally bounced around.  "I don't never 'member it ever bein' this bad, a'fore", he said out loud, then remembering his passenger he smiled and added, "Course that don't mean nothin' ma'am.  Xiurong's a tough little 'ole gal an' she'll get us down in one piece... so don't you fret none, hear?"'  He tried his best to give her a face filled with positive conviction.

- Jim

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As they flew by the tower, purple lightening suddenly erupted upwards from the edifice. The bolts spread out in the clouds creating cascading ripples of lightening for miles towards the horizon.

"What the hell was that?" Scarlett exclaimed.

The little ship jolted again as it cut through turbulence. On the scope Jim made out the beacon for the spaceport. Not far now... The rains began.

-Scarlett/GM

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Jim was a little startled by the lightning effects induced by Blue Sun.  "Looks like them folks at Blue Sun 'er a' workin' on some kinda weather control", the engineer stated as he maintained control of the ship.  From Jim's perspective, it looked like this storm was possibly created by Blue Sun. That'd be a fact worth money to some on St. Michael.  "Thar's th' spaceport beacon, Ma'am", said Jim as he quickly pointed to that beacon on the horizon.  "Not far now."  He held the little ship on course, riding the turbulence and keeping her on the beam.  "Gorram Blue Sun", he muttered under his breath.

- Jim

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As the lights of the spaceport grew closer in view, the ship shook as it was buffeted by very strong winds. The heavy rain coated the forward viewport. Scarlett continued to hold onto her seat and prayed that Jim could get the old ship down as well as he stated. "If this was the break in the storm, I'm a little concerned about what is closing in around us!" she commented.

The cortex buzzed. =Transport Xiurong, this is St Michael Control. We have you on final approach. Hold to vector 64.4 on your flight path. You are cleared to land at pad 6. There is a nasty windsheer as you get down to ground level so stay sharp. Ground crews are standing by to assist in getting you tied down as soon as you touch down.=

-GM

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Jim heard the message and knew exactly where St. Michael wanted his ship to land, so he held to the flight vector and did his best to fight the strong winds and air turbulence that tried their best to throw his ship of course and down into the rocky terrain.  He'd been over the ground currently below them a hundred times when he was Dock Master, so he knew what awaited them should he fail in his efforts, and it made him even more determined to hold on and deliver them to the space port.  He activated his transceiver and said,

="St. Michael Control this is Xiurong.  Holdin' on final approach vector 64.4.  Acknowledge landin' pad 6 on arrival.  Thankee fer th' intel on wind sheer.  We're ahead o' some really nasty weather a'comin' in  behind us, so brace yerselves.  Over."=

Jim held the little ship true on course as the lights of St. Michael space port grew closer.  "Dang it all, we never had weather like this here a'fore", he said to Scarlett without taking his eyes off his controls and the cockpit viewscreen.

- Jim

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Experienced pilots had some places they hated to land, due to terrain, field accommodations or inclimate weather. Today St. Michael was fighting to top that list. Conditions for a safe landing were minimal at best. The wind registered frequent gusts over 60mph. It was no ride in the park. Control called back:

=Xiurong this is St. Michael control. We have visual on you. Bring it in quickly. Weather report is growing worse by the minute. You all should never have been cleared from orbit. This is like nothing we have ever seen. Get tied down and in doors. Over.=

The stick fought Jim's efforts to stay in the flight pattern, but with some rather quick adjustments, the landing lights on Pad 6 were in sight below them. Scarlett appeared to be holding her breath aside from a few unprintable comments that slid out.

-Scarlett

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="Roger St. Michael Control.  Copy inclement weather pattern imminent.  Touchdown on Pad Six in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... Xiurong is on th' deck, Control.  Thank you an' God bless ye.  Over. "=

Jim chopped the throttle and the little Wren Class ship settled onto the pad, but the winds buffeted her around like crazy.  He released the tie down lines from their recessed places in the hull, hopped up out of his seat and grabbed his wet weather gear, saying as he put it on, "Stay put in here, Miss Scarlett, while I hep th' ground crew tie her down.  It ain't safe out thar wi' this here gale a'blowin'.  I'll be right back."

The ship rocked on her landing skids as the ground crew grabbed the tie down lines and tried to make them fast.  Jim was out of the airlock as quick as he could, and began to assist the tie down process.  "Tarnation", he screamed to be heard above the rising wild winds, "I ain't never seen such a blow here a'fore."  Scarlett could see Jim in his bright orange wet weather gear, leaning heavily into the winds, moving between tie downs as he and the ground crew did their best to secure the little ship.  At one point, Jim looked up at the cockpit and waved at Scarlett, trying his best to encourage her.

- Jim

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Scarlett didn't take well to being left out of helping out. She had tied down more than her share of ships when she worked the hanger decks at the skyplex. Of course those weren't in the middle of gale force winds. She had spent more time in her life in zero G outfits than rain slickers. In truth she had never seen anything like the spectacle of nature erupting around the ship. She found herself in a state of mesmerized awe and terror. She wondered what such a wind felt like.

She pulled out her flannel shirt, leather jacket and  Blue Sun ball cap, and readied herself to go out. Rain and bad weather had never factored into her thinking or impromptu  packing for this trip. Her belongings were inside the rucksack she put up on her shoulder, making sure the second nine millimeter was stuffed in the back of her jeans.

-Scarlett