Location: Port Jackson, Planet Gran Canaria approach R.M.S-lossiemouth
Jackson control is this RMS Lossiemouth on approach, requesting mooring station and shuttle on station for orbital decent. Identification number XZT492A The tired liner navigator spoke over the comm link.
RMS Lossiemouth this is Jackson control, mooring permissions granted you are clear to initiate docking maneuvers, a shuttle is on standby for your decent at bay seven. Came the reply from the tower.
Copy that control, Lossiemouth out.
Weber sat in his office aboard the Liner, gazing out the window as the great planet came into full view, growing ever larger as the vessel lined up for it's final approach. The various ships flying around in high orbit steering clear of the ship whilst flying off to conduct their own business elsewhere. Gran Canaria was a hub of all kinds of activity, legal and illegal, and Bretonia had business with the latter, the diplomats and BAF officers were all no doubt gathering their own things for the trip to the surface, whereas he and his two selected intelligence officers were ready to go, nothing much to do aside from gaze outside.
The trip to the surface was equally uneventful, he glanced at his fellow negotiators, BAF officers who were rather quiet and kept to themselves and an unassuming diplomatic team who said even less than the BAF did. The shuttle remained in purpetual silence until they landed.
Ladies and Gentlemen! A senior Army officer called to the group over the roar of various ships, ground vehicles and machinery Welcome to Port Jackson!, if you'll all follow me this way, I'll take you inside to the briefing room!
