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::Orbit above Andelm IV::
*Silence filled the vacuum of empty space above Andelm IV. Being the small, out of the way, poor, backwater planet that Andelm IV was made it unique, made it special - just like every other Force forsaken planet in the Outer Rim. Andelm IV had a reputation for nothing, was on no ones radar, and the only major export the population of the planet had was a very special sort of beetle whose insides could be torn out to make fuel for blasters. Bio-fuel bugs, a planet of bugs. It was the perfect place to keep your head down, the perfect place to never been noticed... unless of course you were a gunfighter, and you had an unfortunate habit of picking fights with the goons that worked for the local warlord.*
*The Fabric of space time folded, and the all to familiar rip in space that signaled a ship dropping from the hyperspace lanes appeared over the backwater world. There wasn't a sound, there was never sound in space - but if there was the one would only hear the wheezing engines of a Dynamic-Class Freighter gracelessly falling out of the planets hyper-lane and plummeting towards the planet.*
"Computer - Polarize the forward hull plating, angle whats left of the deflector shielding for re-entry and divert power from life support to the Engines!"
*The gunfighter coughed attempting to clear his lungs of the toxic gas that was slowly filling up the control room of his ship that was quickly losing power. The Rae-Wynd was venting fuel, losing power, and had several systems already critically failed creating a cascade effect that would bring the ship down harder than was healthy. Reaching for a rebreather mask he strapped himself into the pilots chair and pressed his head back against the padded seat - eyes rolling back into his head as he fought to remain conscious muttering only loud enough through the rebreather for his own ears to pick up the sound.*
"This is why I hate flying!"
::Lower Atmosphere::
*The first sound above the spaceport was that of a sonic boom from high above - a ship breaking the sound barrier was not a rare thing, but the ship moving towards the spaceport now was not descending - it was not even attempting a reckless entry approach - it was falling, and on fire. The Spaceport of Andelm IV did not have fire and rescue craft on call and ready at a moments notice for situations such as this - not like the larger more well traveled spaceports of the world - but what they did have was a surface to air weapons system put in place one warlord or another that was tasked with the purpose of protecting the spaceport from any source that its targeting system deemed a threat - and at this moment, The Rae-Wynd qualified.**The moment the Gunfighter felt the turbulence of lower atmo he tore the rebreather from his face and coughed again this time to clear the taste of reprocessed air from him mouth.*
"Computer - Vent the Cabin!"
*The cabin doors opened, as did the emergency hatch, the main cargo hold, and several other compartments throughout the ship. Anything not bolted down or secured was almost instantly thrown out the airlocks as the ship pressurized to the outside atmosphere - as a result the toxic gas that had almost killed him and the internal fires went out as well. The gunfighter pushed himself forward and took the controls, thumbing the switches and manually diverting what power remained in attempt to control his descent towards the Spaceport.
Normally he would avoid the spaceport all together - avoid the trouble landing there would cause - and avoid anything and anyone with a voice or a vocal processor, but the recent fight had put his ship into a clear and present state of disrepair and the Spaceport was the only place on the planet that would have the tools and the parts he needed to get her flying again.*
::Contact::
*The Gunfighters eyes narrowed at the sound - he thought he had lost them. He almost instinctively turned to look over his shoulder before the screen to his left flashed and he was rocked against the restraints by a trio of laser blasts taking down what was left of his shields. He growled and gripped at the ships controls diving to avoid another trio of turbolaser blasts that would have blown him from the sky.*
"That damn thing is actually shooting at me!"
*The Gunfighter pulled again at the controls but the ship didn't respond right away and one of the three shots found home blowing a hole in side of the freighter as the Gunfighter fought with the pressure and the speed of his descent to angle himself towards the outdoor landing pads. Already several dozen workers and passers by had gathered to watch the ship crash - and they were not going to be disappointed. The falling freighter had finally dropped below the reach of the surface to air defense cannon's radar and now had another problem - the ground.*
"Rae give me everything you've got - and cut safety regs on the Ascent thrusters!"
*The remaining power was transferred into the engines and the reverse thrusters were fired just in time to prevent the ship from slamming face first into the landing pad. Landing gear dropped and the ship leveled out - the last burst of power causing the ascent thrusters to fire with enough power to stop the ship in mid air - scorching the entire landing pad black in the process. The freighter hovered for a half a moment before losing power completely and dropping gracelessly onto the pad. the landing gear threatened to buckle under the impact and the weight, but held strong.*
"Computer power down all systems... Computer?"
::Andelm IV Spaceport::
[member="Stardust Australis Skirae"]
