Mr.Sandstorm
Casualy coming your way, stand by.
Uncharted Star 3FGH-EE
Planet Maltryk - Geostationary Orbit
Starship Ibn Battuta
Tardy Grade Lyro
"Most probably civilian. Quite civilian. It's a quite the 'luxury yatch'." Fernon said with conviction as he repositioned a screen of his station attached to a readjustable arm so Rerryn could see it from the door. The screen showed the frozen image of a sleek, decently sized silvery vessel firing a retrograde burn. It was hastily filtered to dim the blinding light of the exaust plume and reveal the coniform anatomy of the ship.
"This was from half an hour ago, while you were outside. It was exiting from High Orbit to an atmospheric reentry. It's now finishing the aerobrake and will slow down to subsonic flight in a few minutes."
With a few taps on his terminal, the image was replaced by a short video of the vessel's blazing reentry trail.
"Very amateur maneuvering, in my opinion. Look at the fireballs on the lower section of the trail." He pointed at a part of the bright blaze that was pulsing just slightly towards the tail, like if it had a profound meaning that only astronautists understand.
"They probably busted a cargo module right there. Whoever they are, armed or not, I beg to differ that they know what theyre doing."
Looking at his other screens, Fernon gave a small chuckle."I can see you already have scouting drones swarming the predicted landing site. I almost got to do that before you." He gave a wide smile to the woman as she moved to her station.
Soon tough, he cut the smile and put his atention back to the screens. "While youre at your normal routine of outpacing me, would you kindly report this to the landing party? In whatever details you deem necessary. I'll take this to Veles myself." he said at a hurried pace while tapping a report to the "mothline" to Veles.
//Message Sent
Planet Maltryk - Geostationary Orbit
Starship Ibn Battuta
Tardy Grade Lyro
"Most probably civilian. Quite civilian. It's a quite the 'luxury yatch'." Fernon said with conviction as he repositioned a screen of his station attached to a readjustable arm so Rerryn could see it from the door. The screen showed the frozen image of a sleek, decently sized silvery vessel firing a retrograde burn. It was hastily filtered to dim the blinding light of the exaust plume and reveal the coniform anatomy of the ship.
"This was from half an hour ago, while you were outside. It was exiting from High Orbit to an atmospheric reentry. It's now finishing the aerobrake and will slow down to subsonic flight in a few minutes."
With a few taps on his terminal, the image was replaced by a short video of the vessel's blazing reentry trail.
"Very amateur maneuvering, in my opinion. Look at the fireballs on the lower section of the trail." He pointed at a part of the bright blaze that was pulsing just slightly towards the tail, like if it had a profound meaning that only astronautists understand.
"They probably busted a cargo module right there. Whoever they are, armed or not, I beg to differ that they know what theyre doing."
Looking at his other screens, Fernon gave a small chuckle."I can see you already have scouting drones swarming the predicted landing site. I almost got to do that before you." He gave a wide smile to the woman as she moved to her station.
Soon tough, he cut the smile and put his atention back to the screens. "While youre at your normal routine of outpacing me, would you kindly report this to the landing party? In whatever details you deem necessary. I'll take this to Veles myself." he said at a hurried pace while tapping a report to the "mothline" to Veles.
//Message Sent